future of the reef

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ohsairus:

“Ah right, you can’t read what I wrote down…” He paused in thought as he skimmed through a thick book adorned with his cults symbol on the front surrounded by a black casing and old golden-edge pages, “Actually, your mother should have some of my notes on record that you can read should she not? But if this is forrbiden knowledge…” He closed the book and set it roughly on his lap. Something in his mind told him he must share these with her in secret or even up to without him “knowing”. “Then I’m afraid I must decline your access to them. While I am usually all for one to dive into the unknown, I will not taint the relationship of my presence on your grounds.” He stood as segments of his robes rolled off of one another and hid the book for a moment before he placed it once again on the table, oddly enough for the cover to be placed down.

“While I am a Warlock and highly encourage the pursuit of knowledge,” his gaze was purposely drawn away from her to the fires that flickered brightly behind them on the old bookshelf, “I am a <i>tired</i> Warlock. I can barely keep up with my mind let alone must be careful on what information I give to a child. If you learn, then that is on your own accord.” His back was completely turned to her, fully aware that she had access to the book and whatever notes she could gather in her grasp. “But if I were to let you have even a snippet of information, I would tell you that you would use the book I just set down and remove the eye emblem in front and read the book again. Oh and to use the back of the book is a decoder. It must be held in the light for the ink on the back to be seen.” He chuckled to himself before he continued, “No one can read it without it. It’s all in my own language. Have to keep the best things hidden, hmm?” It was almost like she could hear the smirk that accompanied that last comment.

“But as I said, I am a tired Warlock and can’t always keep up with all my distribution of knowledge.” The human Vex combination sighed out before coughing for a moment, hoping she could take the book during his abrupt coughing fit. “That books holds information to where you dont need to be a Guardian or have one on guard to explore the Vex. However it’s one of a kind…” He turned his head back to her, face covered by the cloak to give her a visual warning on her careful one must be with his belongings.

“Well, I mean, I can try and read it, but I’m just not fluent in...” And she trails off as Osiris continues, and for a moment, she thinks he’s chiding her for asking in the first place. She frowns, and then watches the book as its placed on the table, his back his turned. She has half a mind to argue, but... that’s when she stops to truly listen.

Interesting. She reaches out, and quietly slides the book towards her, along with a couple of the notes he had left out on the table he said she could have a look at. She’s careful to not let the pages rustle, just in case she’s not truly understood what he’s saying; English is a strange language, and she’s had bad miscommunications before. The last thing she needs to do right now, is completely and utterly piss off a Warlock like Osiris.

The coughing fit ends up being the perfect cover, and gives her the time to tuck the book and notes safely away before he can fully turn back around to look at her. She’s as gentle as she can be with the book, and the notes, not wanting to damage them, or even just jostle them too much.

She rises then, seeing that he might be about to turn around at any moment. “Well, thank you anyway, Osiris. I learned a few things, even if I’m not able to go through your notes,” she says, smiling kindly, but doing her very best to keep anything sly off of her face. “I do think there are some notes in the archives back in the Reef, but whether or not I can access them...” She shrugs. “I suppose I can find that out when I get home.”

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ohsairus:

“Well their initial goals isn’t to kill off Guardians necessarily. They just see us in their way and like many foes before them, they want us out of the way. But at the same time, they want to know what makes us tick. What our drive is and eventually our purpose.” The tea seemed endless with the minute sips he took as he drank again. “There it is, the moment where time gets put into the equation. Answer the easy questions first, one at a time.”

The swirl of the tea slowed down to a gentle wave in his hand as he set it down once again, walking over to the large sum of books that were stacked on one another. “I can lend you some notes, since you are so curious. A few books that have diagrams and maps of various heavy Vex spawning points. If you do venture out, I do recommend keeping your distance or sending a Guardian in your place. Death is still a lingering factor for many but those blessed by the light.”

“Some books? Sure, I’d be more than happy to give them a read. I don’t think it would really hurt to know more about what’s lurking about the Prison,” she says, looking up with a little grin. Though, it fades after a moment, and her gaze drops back to the diagram. Her jaw works as she thinks, a low hum buzzing in the back of her throat.

“The Corsairs say the same thing, but... I’m deathly curious about the worlds that make up this system. But you’re right about that... I’m no Guardian; death would be it for me,” she says, a little shiver at the thought. She would rather not die at the hands of the Vex, and certainly not at this age. “But yes. Notes, books, I wouldn’t mind giving them a read.” A little smile, maybe a bit sheepish, since she can already guess the answer. “Happen to have any of those books or notes in Reeftongue, by any chance, though?”

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thanatonaucy:

“Well, you see…” Pumpkin pauses. She wasn’t about to admit that she honestly didn’t have a good reason for doing what she was doing. And to say a hunter told her it sounded stupid so now she had to do it really just sounded incredibly flat. “There will be all kinds of practical applications for it. Like…um… storing stuff? Ammo capacity, maybe? Smuggling food into theaters? Hiding my problems?”

The Princess perks a brow in a way that says she doesn’t completely buy it, but she’s also not really one to question. She knows next to nothing of this void stuff and how it works, or how it can be used. So, she gives a shrug, and settles herself on the table, legs coming up to cross in front of her. “I’d probably take the smuggling food one, though... wouldn’t sitting in the void make it cold? I’ve always figured the void would be extremely cold since there’s, like... nothing there,” she says. “If it is cold, it would be a good place to store drinks.”

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@thanatonaucy - continued from here

“You’ve said that the last, like, three sessions,” Ronja said with a grin and a roll of her eyes. She was entertaining herself with idly spinning some leftover material from the last failed try; it was hovering maybe two inches above her palm and spinning slowly, before Ronja flicked it out of range for a brief moment, and then pulling it back with a flick of her wrist. “What are you even trying to do, with putting things into the Void? What’s the actual goal there? Never really could figure that out...”

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wtnv proverb sentence starters.

look to the north.  keep looking.

there’s a special place in hell.  it’s really hip.  very exclusive.

a million dollars isn’t cool.

you know what’s cool?  a basilisk.

it must be 3:23 P.M. somewhere.  maybe space?

today is the last day of your life up to this point.

if i said you had a beautiful body, would it even matter because we are so insignificant in this vast, incomprehensible universe?

werner herzog is the most interesting person.

pain is just weakness leaving the body – and then being replaced by pain. lots of pain.

the human soul weighs 21 grams, smells like grilled vegetables, looks like a wrinkled tartan quilt, and sounds like bridge traffic.

your body is a temple. a temple of blood rituals and pagan tributes, a lost temple, a temple that needs more calcium. 

sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never quite describe the pain.

we’re so small. so very very small.

a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single command from a satellite-activated mind control chip.

listen, you need some blood?  i can totally get you some blood.

everything is a sandwich.

you won’t sleep when you’re dead, either.

at your smallest components, you are indistinguishable from a forest fire.

wonderwall is the only ‘90s song visible from space.

everything that happens, happens for a reason – except ostriches. what the hell, man?

language will evolve irregardless of your attempt to literally lock it away in a secluded tower, obvs.

beware of greeks bearing gifts. also beware of gifts of greek bears. gifted and bare greeks are totally ok.

i let my haters be my motivators. mostly they tell me i suck, and then i get sad. 

stop going to knife fights altogether.  what’s your deal with knife fights?

get the body you’ve always wanted. we know where it’s buried, and can lend you a shovel.

a rose by any other name is called something else.

the word “motel” is an amalgam of the words “hotel” and “murder”.

dance like the government is watching.

live every day like it’s your first.

you are what you eat. that’s very confusing phrasing; let me simplify: you consume your own flesh. 

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ohsairus:

“Their reasoning can become easier once understand them. Well, easier. Just a tad. There are still many things that are perplexing of the Vex, but years of study help clear the way.” Her excitement reminded him of himself as a young Warlock, eager to learn and shared that knowledge with others.

“And that’s where the tricky part of the Vex come in. Did they know they were going to be prisoners? Do they know that one day they will overcome The Reef by their might alone? Or are they preparing themselves for something bigger than what we’ve encountered so far?” Osiris sighed out and reached over for his tea and taking a slow and careful sip from it. “As of now I can confidently say that they are here  for more than one reason. They are studying the Guardians in the way the fight, they die, how much they can handle, team work, the works. Even your resources. How m any Guardians can come in that month? Week? Day? Hour? Is there a sudden rise of parties in the Prison or has it been lacking? Why?”

He looked down at the cup in his hand and swirled the greenish liquid before speaking again, “They ask many questions and answer their own, but leave us with more questions than before.”

Her gloved fingers trace over the outline of the Vex construct on the parchment; her touch is light, barely making contact with the image sketched on the page. Her eyes move to the words next, words that, just a few years ago, would have been absolute gibberish to her. Well, some of them fall on deaf ears, but it’s simply because she doesn’t know what they mean. What they are on the Vex construct.

“A lot of questions...” she murmurs, eyes still looking over the parchment. They lift after a moment to meet Osiris’ own. “They want to kill Guardians, right? That’s, like, something they do quite often. Or... try to, anyway. What’s stopping them from just... teleporting to a point in time and getting rid of them?” She’s curious; the Vex are an enigma to her, and this man has studied them for long than she’s been alive. He’s probably studied for decades and decades, or at least, that’s what the Princess assumes. “Or is killing Guardians to them just like killing pests for us?”

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ohsairus:

“Well my people work with your people, so I’m hardly a stranger I assume. Personally you and I are yes, but not in agreement. Anyway,” he interrupted before she could add anything else onto that subject, “to answer your question as to why the Vex don’t leave if they can, is… Somewhat simple.” He stood up from the stool he was sitting on and reached underneath the wooden table that was coated with both candle wax and coffee stains. Standing up and unrolling thick parchment on the table, it displayed a diagram of Vex blueprints.

“So as you know, inside they are both organic and tech. A cyborg if you want to call it that, but more machine than soul.” He placed paper weights at the end so she can look over the prints herself. “Most people think they are just computers and algorithms but far from it. You see, they are in there for the same reasons why your mother wants them in there. What better way to study your enemy than to observe their various forms of fighting?” He leaned back against the table and crossed his arms, tone becoming quiet, “They are there to learn.”

“I never thought I’d hear ‘Vex’ and ‘simple’ within the same sentence...” Ronja says, stepping ever closer so that she can lean over the table and take a look at the blueprint stretched across it. Gloved hands come to rest on the edge of the table, but not daring to touch the parchment, lest she damage it somehow. Much of what is written of the various parts, she isn’t sure what they are, or what they do, but she knows the core, the “eye” and the white fluid that sits within the core.

She doesn’t expect what Osiris to say to truly click with her, but her head snaps up at his words, glowing eyes filled with shocked understanding. “Of course!” she says, before looking down at the blueprints again. She leans heavily on the table now, weight shifting into her hands and into one foot. “The Vex can play with time, right? Do you think they knew that the Guardians would eventually be there to fight them? We never really interacted with them beyond putting them in the Prison, so I don’t know what they would learn from us...”

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ohsairus:

“Smart girl! Never be too cautious of the unknown!” He smiled and finally looked up to lock eyes with her. “Your mother is a very cautious woman and I admire her concern over the safety of her people, but that is an issue that tends to overlook many possibilities. Do not fear your curious side, child. Feed it from time to time, you’ll be surprised to what  you find.” He put  the book down and set the cup of tea on top of it. “Now, was there something you  were searching for specifically?”

The Princess stiffens instinctively at the change of tone in his voice, but she doesn’t give any ground. “I’m concerned for my people too, but unlike Mom, I can look beyond the Reef for help. I got a chance to learn to trust outsiders, and I’m not gonna let what it can do to help my people slide by me,” she says. Her stiff stance relaxes for a moment, and she takes one, two steps closer. “The Vex... there are a lot of them in the Prison of Elders, but I know that they can just... leave. I’m curious as to why they’ve chosen to stay.”

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ohsairus:

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[ ☿ ] “So to what do I owe the visit of the Queen’s heir to my cult’s library?” He inquired, not moving his glance from the small book in his hand. “Unless you’re a curious thing, more so than your mother…” Osiris commented with a slight smirk before he took a slow sip of the scorching tea in the other hand.

Her eyes move about for a few moments, before landing on the man before her. His voice sends a slight shiver down her spine; he sounds like someone who has seen a lot, done a lot, in their long life. Certainly much more than her short seventeen years of experience in existence. “Curiosity,” she replies, her voice level. “My mother was a wary person when it came to outsiders, but I’m not. I can’t help but be a bit curious about what’s been collected here, about the things you’ve learned and discovered.”

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efridcct:

                “Some of them try. They often find themselves quickly overwhelmed.” Efrideet pauses, tilting her head to the side. It’s not often she considers an outsider’s view of the Crucible. She’s never really had to. “I’ll admit, it must seem strange that we are willing to voluntarily fight to the death for the sake of training… or entertainment. It doesn’t bother us as much after awhile. Deaths become more like injuries; some are worse than others. At least a controlled environment can lessen the risk of anything more permanent.”

                “I can remember much farther back than that—at least nine hundred years and a little before that. I suppose the Light keeps our memories sharp.” It was always hard for others to believe someone as young-looking as Efrideet could possibly remember that far back… and even further into her past life as well, though those memories were far more obscured. But she always remembered the important things and then some as well. “I remember your mother more than I remember the Reef itself; after all, we spoke which is more than I expect any Guardian could even fathom at the time.”

“I know. That’s what every Guardian’s told me when I give them my perspective of it,” Ronja says with a short laugh. “I got used to it over the months I was at the Tower, though it wasn’t too hard. One of my pass times back home was to watch the Prison fights, and those could get equally bloody, if not more. And those aren’t as controlled, though... I’ve yet to see any Guardians die there permanently. Or... No, definitely haven’t seen that happen. They’re pretty good at keeping their Ghosts safe.”

The Princess’ jaw drops just a little at that. “Jeez... I can barely remember what I did yesterday, let alone a few years ago... I dunno if my memory will get better with age, though; Mom told me she could remember hundreds of years of her life. Maybe that will happen to me, but I don’t know,” she says, her voice thoughtful. She is curious, though; what could have Efrideet been in the Reef for all those years ago? Or really, what could that conversation have been about. “Oh, probably. The Reef would have been closed tight back then, that’s for sure. Anything interesting, or did she just drill you on why you were out so far?”

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lightbcrn:

☼ - “I do the same.  No pictures either, since most Guardians know my face.  But I never know who may be watching or monitoring Tower network use so I generally don’t say too much that could be…incriminating.”  She shakes her head with a smile and a small sigh.

While Ronja opts to sit on the railing, Zufash leans heavier against it, leaning on her elbows to peer down at the bustling City below.  She makes sure to keep her flaring Light in check - she knows that Reefborn Awoken are unused to its the feeling of it brushing up against their awareness, and Zufash was particularly Bright, even by Guardian standards.

“Indeed, the similarities seem uncanny.  I often wish they would just…stop.  For a moment.  If we cannot see past our divisions within these walls, how are we to stand against the Darkness?  They have their moments, of course, but often times I walk out of those meetings wondering if we accomplished anything.”

“He tried.  Tried being the key word.”  She shudders at the memory.  “It’s…not a Guardian thing.  More like a..Speaker thing? Hmm…”  

She ponders how to answer for a brief moment, before turning to Ronja again.  “Basically the Traveler sang out a warning the second before Oryx entered the system.  The Speaker and I can kind of…extend our awareness, spread it across the system.   Gives great insight, but at a cost of vulnerability.  It is in this state that Oryx found me, drawn to my Light like a needle to a vein. Tried to snuff me out.  I had to fight him off.”

Ronja idly scratches at an itch on her throat, eyes closing for a moment. That hand then hovers in front of her necklace and draws it towards her palm, letting it hover there. Again, her eyes glow brightly as her powers are used; right now, she’s flexing them like she would a muscle, just keeping it exercised in a way.

“You Guardians will always be so strange to me... Though, like you said, that’s not really a broad Guardians thing, is it?” she says, rolling her gaze towards her companion as she fiddles with her necklace. “That sounds like it would have been scary as hell, though... I had just plain old nightmares of him and that fucking spooky Dreadnaught of his. I can’t even begin to imagine actually fighting him off.”

“Good thing he didn’t get you, though. I can’t even begin to imagine how bad that would have been,” she says with a shudder. That seems to be enough to break her concentration, and her necklace drops back onto her chest. She hums, and then draws it back up again, spinning it until the chain is coiled to her throat, and then uncoiled again. “I’m glad that whole mess is over, or at least for the most part. The Reef is still kinda recovering from of all that, but we’re getting there.”

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mcvcrick:

♠️ — ‘ And that’s a problem why? ‘

“I’unno if it’s a problem more so... you have a weird sense of humour. And so do, like, most other Guardians, apparently. It’s weird.”