Hunter Base, training room - [locked to Signas]

[shattered_axl]

The past few days had been filled with a feeling of restlessness. It was difficult to pin down the exact reason, which only vexed him more. His poor carpet had suffered from all the pacing he'd done

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[battleaxeofdoom]

Slowly Signas was making his way around the base with a list in hand that Zeta helped him to create. He had a lot of loose ends he needed to go back to and one by one he was checking them off.

He stopped outside of the training room when spotting it was Axl who was inside. Signas waited patiently to be noticed or for a chance to interrupt.

[shattered_axl]

Another five drones bit the pixelated dust before Axl finally acknowledged Signas' presence. A glance, then a curt command to shut the training program off, and he turned to face the Hunter commander.

"Commander Signas," he greeted the other in as close to a neutral voice as he could manage. The training exercise had helped him vent his frustration, but it was by no means a cure for the situation.

[battleaxeofdoom]

"Axl." He nodded, "It is much over due, I understand, but we need to have a conversation about your residence here."

"Is now a good time?"

[shattered_axl]

Axl blinked, surprised enough for his frustration to falter. That question, and the timing of it - how had Signas...?

"Of course," he said almost immediately. "In fact, I was going to talk to you about it after I, uh, finished up here." Or rather, after he'd blown up enough imaginary foes to get his feelings back under control. But he wasn't going to say that out loud. "Did you want to talk here or somewhere else?"