[There were few things that Maya valued from her time in the abbey. Sophis' voice was not one of them, but even she had to admit that sometimes, he had a point. For Maya, absolute control was essential. Through Jack's ECHOlogs, she had witnessed what happened when a siren lacked control over her abilities. It wasn't Angel's fault, no one had ever bothered to guide her. Even if the monks had used her much in the way Jack had Angel, they had at least bothered to teach her proper control.]
[Without it, she, like Angel, would have been a threat to both herself, the monks, and those she considered to be friends.]
[Part of that control involved keeping her emotions in check, either muffled down or heightened enough to manipulate her abilities as necessary.]
[Since her arrival a few days prior, Maya had worked tirelessly in order to get a grasp on her newfound abilities. Some of that involved meditation, other parts involved research. Unlike where she had come from, information about her blessings was easy. During her work, she'd found mention of the Arehtei, most notably Sosyne.]
[Already, her amulet shown a calming pale blue.]
[Now she sat before a cluster of flowers that had long since been trampled. It was time to put her research and efforts to the test.]
[Finding a sense of calm was easy, something she had been doing for all of her life. She lowered herself to the ground and into a cross-legged position. Her silver eyes slid shut, and she began to shut her thoughts down, one by one.]
[Already, the flowers began to bloom.]
ii- Amulets
[Emotions weren't the only things she'd been experimenting with. After her work with the flowers came to an end, Maya's attention turned to the amulet. She gripped between her fingers, preparing to turn it over.]
--shouldn't work, but then none of this should. Emotions as power? Hah. What would happen if Jack --
[But both Maya's thoughts and the "broadcast" itself stopped. She released the amulet in surprise, having sworn that she could have heard an echo in her thoughts. She eyed the amulet incredulously, before once more brushing her fingers over the surface.]
Did that actually work?
iii- Deep Dive [Though Maya claimed to perhaps be one of the most rational of the Vault Hunters, she would never say that she lacked a rebellious streak. She certain had nothing on Gaige, the self-proclaimed and repeatedly affirmed queen of anarchy, but one didn't kill a former mentor and flee a planet without a bit of a wild streak.]
[Even if the asshole deserved it.]
[Besides, she doubted that the waters here could possibly as cold as those in the Tundra Express, let alone the bitter oceans of the Southern Shelf. She'd taken plunges into both (accidentally of course, and usually a result of bad driving on someone else's part) and lived to tell the tale.]
[As the siren stripped down to her undergarments, the spiraling network of tattoos that covered the entirety of her left side would be plain for all to see. She regarded anyone who might have let their eyes wander with an icy stare, before plunging headfirst into the equally cold waters. When she re-emerged, she appeared to be unperturbed by her running eye makeup and smeared lipstick. Instead, she clenched her jaw and faced her opponent.]
[She was determined to beat both her opponent and the chill in her bones.]
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Maya (the siren) | Borderlands 2
i- Emotions
["You must learn control child."]
[There were few things that Maya valued from her time in the abbey. Sophis' voice was not one of them, but even she had to admit that sometimes, he had a point. For Maya, absolute control was essential. Through Jack's ECHOlogs, she had witnessed what happened when a siren lacked control over her abilities. It wasn't Angel's fault, no one had ever bothered to guide her. Even if the monks had used her much in the way Jack had Angel, they had at least bothered to teach her proper control.]
[Without it, she, like Angel, would have been a threat to both herself, the monks, and those she considered to be friends.]
[Part of that control involved keeping her emotions in check, either muffled down or heightened enough to manipulate her abilities as necessary.]
[Since her arrival a few days prior, Maya had worked tirelessly in order to get a grasp on her newfound abilities. Some of that involved meditation, other parts involved research. Unlike where she had come from, information about her blessings was easy. During her work, she'd found mention of the Arehtei, most notably Sosyne.]
[Already, her amulet shown a calming pale blue.]
[Now she sat before a cluster of flowers that had long since been trampled. It was time to put her research and efforts to the test.]
[Finding a sense of calm was easy, something she had been doing for all of her life. She lowered herself to the ground and into a cross-legged position. Her silver eyes slid shut, and she began to shut her thoughts down, one by one.]
[Already, the flowers began to bloom.]
ii- Amulets
[Emotions weren't the only things she'd been experimenting with. After her work with the flowers came to an end, Maya's attention turned to the amulet. She gripped between her fingers, preparing to turn it over.]
--shouldn't work, but then none of this should. Emotions as power? Hah. What would happen if Jack --
[But both Maya's thoughts and the "broadcast" itself stopped. She released the amulet in surprise, having sworn that she could have heard an echo in her thoughts. She eyed the amulet incredulously, before once more brushing her fingers over the surface.]
Did that actually work?
iii- Deep Dive
[Though Maya claimed to perhaps be one of the most rational of the Vault Hunters, she would never say that she lacked a rebellious streak. She certain had nothing on Gaige, the self-proclaimed and repeatedly affirmed queen of anarchy, but one didn't kill a former mentor and flee a planet without a bit of a wild streak.]
[Even if the asshole deserved it.]
[Besides, she doubted that the waters here could possibly as cold as those in the Tundra Express, let alone the bitter oceans of the Southern Shelf. She'd taken plunges into both (accidentally of course, and usually a result of bad driving on someone else's part) and lived to tell the tale.]
[As the siren stripped down to her undergarments, the spiraling network of tattoos that covered the entirety of her left side would be plain for all to see. She regarded anyone who might have let their eyes wander with an icy stare, before plunging headfirst into the equally cold waters. When she re-emerged, she appeared to be unperturbed by her running eye makeup and smeared lipstick. Instead, she clenched her jaw and faced her opponent.]
[She was determined to beat both her opponent and the chill in her bones.]
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