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[rubyredsiren]

@buddhaarmed liked for a starter!

Of all of Pandora’s sights to see, the Deep Fathoms were probably far from the top of the list. Frankly, the only reason people bothered spitting in its direction was the Red Light bar that hung to the highway’s side.

And of all the passerby’s that came and went in the years it’d been up, none of them caught Sammy’s eye like the Tiger of Partali did. Granted, to Sammy she just looked like a cool lady with pretty tattoos on her arm, like Sammy’s. When the bartender wasn’t looking, the little Siren patted Amara’s arm.

“Hi.” She said softly. “I like yer tattoos.”

[redjaybird-savedarchive]

Amara and Moze in L3? And/or Jay and Auggie in R3.

[-VICTORY POSE-]

[percurrere]

“It’s not bad to dream. But you also have to consider what’s realistic.”

[Says the most powerful siren this side of the galaxy.] Audrey is a little bit snappy with lack of rest as of late. [I suppose that taking Atlas’ job offer is more realistic than trying to recollect what’s left of my Rats.] 

[people-of-pandora]

The Hero of the People (Closed)

Gaige just starred at the siren. The Tiger of Partali. The woman who turned Partali on it's head by destroying those who hoarded money and power and used it against others. "You're... You're really The Tiger aren't you? Like, THE Tiger of Partali?!" If so then Gaige had quite a few questions, and would like some advice.

Maybe even some help dealing with the shit that was going on with Eden-5. Place could do with quite a bit of cleaning up.

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[deathwish-specialist]

“Do I need to point or do you see the one I mean?”

“Uhhhh,” Moze was still looking around from under her helmet. It seemed to have fallen more into her face after her last jump. She readjusted it, but still not sure what Amara was talking about. “You might.” And that was definitely not an excuse to watch Amara use her arms, just for pointing, no.

[itsagoodtouch]

Birds of a Feather

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Krieg honestly didn’t know what had kept him on Pandora. Maya was on Athenas, Zer0 was on Promethea, Axton and Gaige were god knew where, and Salvador was chilling.

Perhaps he felt obligated to the Raiders. The sudden announcement that not only had the Raiders gained new Vault Hunters, but they were finally leaving Pandora had the psycho on high alert.

Lilith hardly gave the psycho any time to prepare before he was being teleported to the ship - face to face with a tall, buff siren. His eyes lit up in glee and he threw his hands into the air. “BLUE TATTOO! BLUE TATTOO!” He had only met 2 living sirens, but he remembered an ECHO log from so long ago. Tiger of Parthali. Nah, couldn’t be.

Krieg had somehow grown taller over the years, now almost 7’8”, his black hair having grown back and his skin finally returning to its normal olive color. The power radiating off of the Vault Hunter had him excited.

She could disembowel us with a look... fantastic! We’ve gotta be her friend!

The psycho held out a bandaged hand in greeting. “KRIEG!”

[rubyredbusser]

[ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking .

[SFW Dominance Acts]

[ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking .

Sammy was taken aback, she’d never been told to outright stop talking. Sure, by authority figures and people below her out of arrogance, but to hear another siren tell her, it actually made her quiet down in surprise.

[shadowbxxer]

Arms Dealing

Adelaide would have had to have been dead to not have heard of the Tiger of Partali. A vigilante renown for her physical strength was exactly the kind of person Adelaide was interested in. It mattered little to her that the woman was diametrically opposed to her employer, and the brief moments she had to herself were enough to arrange a bit of a disappearing act so that she could see the Tiger for herself. They would either be at odds or find common ground, but it was sure to interest Adelaide whatever the outcome.

She tracked the woman to a pub of sorts, one Adelaide certainly wouldn’t have shown her face in on Maliwan’s watch. Despite the aloof airs she put on, venturing out into the public always presented certain risks: anyone familiar with her sport or Maliwan’s marketing would recognize her immediately, and if all else failed, the strangeness of her elegant appearance drew attention to her. She did her best, however, to keep to herself as she made her way to where the woman sat.

“Buy you a drink?”

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