closed | for want of wit, to memory now i can't recall,

[murderbaby]

WHO: Mhav, Jone, Amos, and some others.
WHAT: This is a catch-all post for some starters I owe.
WHEN: Post-dream, Mid-Guardian.
WHERE: Gallows, Kirkwall generally.
NOTES: I will keep you informed if something horrible happens.

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[truthtied]

It takes her a moment to parse the slang, but when she does: "Do you not have women armies here?"

They weren't terribly prevalent in Diana's world either, but still. A small dwindling part hopes that some version of Themyscira exists in this world.

[poleaxed]

"Uh, there are women in armies. Never run the numbers; I'm not much for armies in general."

Soldier's pay is even worse than Riftwatch pay.

[truthtied]

A little more hope fades off. Such is the way of it. But nevermind.

"Do you prefer to fight alone?"

[poleaxed]

That's Jone's job, ennit. Eroding the hope that makes people take unnecessary risks. At least, when she's feeling poetic (when she's feeling the urge to self-justify), that's what she comes up with.

"I prefer to win," she says, "you're new, like? This war's been going on for five bloody years."

[truthtied]

"Such is the nature of war at times," says Diana. Ares would be pleased is a thought that comes with distant unease. "I was given to understand there were several other ongoing conflicts before Corypheus' rise. I imagine shifting the focus to a single and more unified force took some time."

She has never considered herself the sort of leader who could command armies for that reason. Even when she was helping stage a rebellion, she'd preferred her small crew over joining a larger force.

[poleaxed]

"Yeah, it was a bloody terror," Jone says, refusing to let the images in her mind flicker back to the scenes of carnage she'd passed through-- or caused. "Guess I'm not much a joiner, me."

[truthtied]

There are questions she could ask. If this were another world, perhaps she would (and she misses Artemis with an unexpected intensity). Instead she says, "Then I will be thankful for whatever brought you to Riftwatch." And tips her head toward the sparring ring, "Does not being a joiner extend to sparring?"

[poleaxed]

A grin lights Jone's face. Finally, this conversation is turning. "I run the training grounds- with a friend. I'm always ready for a good spar."

[truthtied]

"Good," Diana says, with an answering smile, all eager delight, "It's been some time since I've had one myself." She is a little more sure of her bodies limits, but it would be good to test that against someone who knows how to fight hard.