You got a entourage: [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/198924974/0/0]Jacob's Stories Overview[/url] [i]"Listen, I get bored sometimes. So I write. Yeah, so don't ask for an entourage. -Splashback77[/i] [b]I thought I was obsessed with Arc energy.[/b] Turns out my love for the power is outmatched by this Warlock I met. I was in a match of Mayhem Rumble. I had my Arc Blade in my hand. I was going ham. Then, this Warlock pops up out of nowhere, killing me with her stormtrance. She was giggling uncontrollably. I respawned. She comes around the corner, and uses her charged melee! "You've been Thunderstruck!" she giggled. Respawned again. I managed to get a few kills, no sign of her until... Bzzz. Crackle, Crackle. Bzzz. I grasped my knife tighter, waiting for her to turn the corner. Bzzz. Crackle. Crackle. No sign of her, then I was dead! She threw a storm grenade. After that match, I had to confront her. She can't be all uppity against one of the best Bladedancers to this day. I didn't see her for a week. That was, until I was patrolling Mars. I had wandered off, finding myself at the sight of the Crucible map Blind Watch. The sky was dark, filled with clouds. An electric energy filled the air. Bzzzzzz! Crackle! The energy was familiar- it was Arc! Then, I saw the Warlock. She had no helmet on. She was hopping around, giggling as lightning struck her. She laughed one last time as the Arc struck her, and she was nearly two feet in front of me. After she finished giggling, she saw me. She studied me for a while. I studied the young awoken. She looked no older than 16. She had the energy of a five-year-old. I had a feeling she had been a Warlock for some time. She had blonde hair, with streaks of arc blue in it. Her eyes were a crazy, metallic, grayish-blue, reminding me of arc itself. Her skin was a very pale blue. Aye, a dark periwinkle. She stopped looking me, and grinned. "Hey! I remember you! From that Rumble match last week! I absolutely wrecked you. You want a rematch! Well, catch me if you can, Arcy Blades!" "Don't call me that!" I scolded. She giggled and blinked away. I managed to track her. I had her in the scope of my sniper. I turned invisible so she wouldn't see me. She saw me alright, "That won't help you, invisy-Bella. Hee hee!" She fired her Tlaloc. Then she thunderstruck me. She sang, "Stormcaller beats Arcy Blade! Ever-y time of the day! Tra-la-la la la la!" I love her enthusiasm. I shared it at one time. But that was a long time ago. She looked not much younger than me. Okay, I looked the same age as her. However, I act more mature. I had been a Hunter for years. I remember when I used to taunt Striker Titans. I respawned near her. "Round two, Arcy Blades?" she asked. "Sure, Thunderstorm." Her face turned lavender with embarrassment. She was blushing. "The name's Emmylou," she said, "Who are you?" "Jacob," I replied. "Face me, Jacob. See why they call me Stormy." "Your challenge answers itself. Obviously, you are a talented Stormcaller, so they call you that." Storm grenade. She threw a storm grenade. I slipped away from it. Vex showed up. I heard a familiar, Bzzzzzzzz, as Emmylou activated stormtrance and electrocuted the vex. For me, I killed what was left with my Arc Blade. Emmylou and I have been friends since.