"Better to be lucky and good."

RP blog for Hunter Nox.

[darkness-wraith]

Open Destiny RP

"That doesn't look good." Nox muttered to himself as he stared down the sights of his rifle.

About a mile across the plains of Russia from where the Awoken Hunter perched was a Guardian seemingly pinned down by an unusually aggressive patrol of Fallen.

He could just make out the distant roar of a captain and winced. To help or not to help, that was the question. He had his own mission to take care of, if this Guardian was out here it was because they'd been deemed competent enough to take care of themselves.

Still...

"Ah, fuck it." Nox couldn't help but sigh, relaxing his shoulders and taking aim. He was just evening out the playing field that's all. He could feel his Ghost roll their optic at the attempt to convince himself that he didn't really care about the outcome of the battle.

He stilled. Lined up the crosshairs. Then- his sniper barely whispered as he let a bullet fly from its barrel.

A vandal collapsed in the distance, its ether leaking from the spot where its head should've been.

Nox took out another three Fallen before they began running for cover. The Hunter could only hope that the Guardian would be able to pull through now that he was thinning the crowd.

[darkness-wraith]

[i'm finally getting back into destiny rp so feel free to hmu with a starter! just as a note to people I've rp-ed with in the past, those threads are now void (get it?) as i now only rp with one character.]

[arcknife-blog]

Love the silent but deadly type?  Looking for a guardian friend that will always have your back?  This hunter may be the best match for you!!

Please Like/Reblog if you would be interested in rping with a Destiny 2 guardian!!

-Penned by Luna

[thexostranger]

“claim brand new armor wrought in the forges of the Iron Lords” is saladin just chilling there in the iron temple, alone, forging armor for funsies while glaring at the crucible match shaxx organised right across the bridge?

[littleshebear]

Well, his surname is Forge.

[slumberblues]

What the fuck Saladin is a first name?

[littleshebear]

It sure is! Saladin “Messy Dramatic Bitch” Forge.

[cbtcbtcbtcbtcbt-deactivated2021]

“This isn’t over until Shaxx sings, and he’s very shy.”

- Lord Saladin

[drexodthegunslinger]

Drexod laughed. The streets of the City was nothing more than a hobby, a vacation. He had faced worse than the slums and continuously threw himself into dangerous scenarios.

“Wannabe?” He echoed. Drawing his tablet he tapped the screen a few times, speaking as he showed Cain the screen.

“Five days ago, Supply Station Epsilon Gamma was put on high alert. This place was three hundred and nine miles behind the front line. The Vanguard have deemed that too far into the Exclusion Zone to be safe for Guardians.”

“Three days ago, I left Supply Station Epsilon Gamma like this.”

As he spoke, the image on screen changed. The intact and armed stronghold used to store Cabal munitions morphed into a sight of destruction. A crater with chunks of Cabal infrastructure scattered around.

“I went in, killed the soldiers, freed seventeen Psions, and stole everything they had stored away. Me. No other Guardians. Me, six modified shanks, and my ship.”

Finishing his drink he smirked, a wicked glint in his gray eyes, “So tell me, does that sound like something a wannabe could pull off?”

[darkness-wraith]

Cain gave a drawn out and thoughtful groan, chin steepled on his hands as he looked at the not-Hunter's tablet with a kind of fake intensity. At last, he seemed to reach a conclusion and he looked up his smirk faltering as he tried not to laugh as well.

Leaning back in his chair, "No perhaps not a wannabe, but was I wrong about the vigilante part? You did save these, erm, Psions so I wasn't far off, was I?" The Titan bit his lip in an attempt to keep a straight, "Although, I will admit that that was a pretty well executed Strike, even if you don't follow Vanguard protocol." He raised an eyebrow at his companion, his teasing tone now with edged with slight suspicion, "But then again, if you're not Vanguard-approved, how did you know that the Cabal base was 309 miles behind enemy lines and that Guardians aren't allowed there?"

[drexodthegunslinger]

“Only down the trainyards,” Drexod shrugged, “Fucking Fang’s too thick to realise we moving in on their turf. Job’s simple though, we go down in a few hours, help unload the stuff, get it onto the trucks waiting and roll out.”

Apparently, the men had heard enough and were leaving. Keeping up the act, the Hunter continued.

“Anyway, Yangus said he’s baller for it, wants to crack some deadbeat fuckwads after too if you want to join us? Put the Fang in the gutter you know.”

Once the door had shut behind the trio, the man took a drink. When the glass came down there was a smile on his lips. It was one that one would crack to a friend after making an in joke. Waggling his eyebrows at Cain, Drexod waited, the wickedness glinting in his eyes.

[darkness-wraith]

Cain just rolled his eyes at the Hunter and, upon making sure that the men had truly left and that no one else was listening, he said, “Mike? Really? Of all the names you could’ve come up with, you chose Mike?” He couldn’t help but grin though, sharing in the others mischief. “I thought Hunters were supposed to be creative.”

He shook his head, chuckling. “So what was that about anyway?” Cain asked, taking a large gulp of his drink which definitely didn’t taste better the more he drank it. “Do we actually need to follow that up or was it just a distraction? I’m down for “putting Fang in the gutter”, as you put it even though I literally had no idea what you were cracking on about.“

[drexodthegunslinger]

Leaning forward in his seat, Drexod spoke, his voice quieter this time as he was not intending to be overheard.

“So, Not-Mike, in fortyeight hours those three will likely end up dead. They did have you fucked over a barrel though. Looked like they were going to wait for you to leave, follow you out, and tail you until it’s a good opportunity to jump you. If they did you’d either have to take the beating and they get to brag about it, or you defend yourself and they go complaining that a guardian attacked them.”

Taking another swig of his whiskey, the man chuckled, “The Fang are a gang. Bunch of wannabe gangbangers trying to muscle in where they’re not wanted. To put them in the gutter is to…”

His words trailed off as he drew a line across his throat. The meaning was clear.

[darkness-wraith]

“Cain. The name is Cain.” The Titan scoffed with a laugh. He beckoned the bartender back over then turned to the Hunter. “They could’ve tried, if you couldn’t already tell, I’m not exactly going to let a few gangbangers get the drop on me but what an amusing thought though.”

Having had a his glass refilled, he took another drink, rolling his eyes and saying, “I might be a Titan but I’m not that dense. I know what putting them in the gutter means.”

He shook his head and changed the subject, “So are you like doing something undercover for the Vanguard or is this just like a… pastime of yours?”

[drexodthegunslinger]

“Fun fact, you defending yourself would’ve been a bad choice too. They get to brag at surviving a fight with a guardian and they report you to the Forces. Forces take it up to the Vanguard and if your faction hears about it then they’ll reprimand you. Regardless, those frag faces would’ve had bragging points and we can’t allow that.”

Swirling the rest of his whiskey in the glass, Drexod seemed in thought before downing the sharp liquid.

“You could say it’s a pastime. Spent practically my entire life in rough neighbourhoods and gang turf. But undercover for the Vanguard? It’s cute that you think I work for them.”

[darkness-wraith]

Cain just rolled his eyes and scoffed, "No one has ever cared before so why would they with a low life from back end of nowhere? If it was one of those ritzy-glitzy-think-they're-a-politician ones then maybe your point would hold. The only person who ever comments on what I do is Aleta, my fireteam leader and-- oh my Traveler," the Titan interrupted himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he seemed to remember something. He huffed before turning back to acknowledge the not-Hunter. "That just reminded me that I have a bone to pick with her."

The Awoken then looked the not-Hunter up and down before commenting, "So you're like one of those wannabes? Trying to be a vigilante? I won't judge," the Titan said, shrugging his shoulders and smirking, "We all have our vices, don't we?"

[exiledwolves-deactivated2019092]

Destiny 2 OPEN Starter.

[exiledwolves-deactivated2019092]

“I feel like the Vanguard was uncomfortable with experimenting with other types of Arc Energy, Though Cayde was perfectly ok with it in the first place”

Lykaios-6 watched as the other hunter seemed overjoyed of his skills with Arc energy, but their teasing just was not for him, they didn’t really enjoy such an ‘activity’. The EXO sighed before walking with the other Hunter finally.

[darkness-wraith]

“So you’re like a peace-keeper?” She shuffled to sit next to the other Hunter, trying not to jostle her injury too much. Aleta was a little startled by the exclamation but she thanked the Exo for his words.

A breeze blew through the mouth of cave, that much colder now that the sun had gone down, causing her to shiver and wrap the remains of her cloak around herself more tightly. “It’ll be cool meeting some Fallen. Do you think they’ll be able to help me with my leg? Like do they know how to treat injuries from War Beasts?”

[exiledwolves-deactivated2019092]

“I guess you could say I am the Peace-keeper, but they think each house is like a family, and I’m apart of that family.” 

Lykaios watched the other Hunter shiver, as an EXO like him couldn’t really experience normal weather changes unless it was enough to stress his body out in a way that could hurt him, but he didn’t know how other races felt the changes of the weather. 

“The House of Winters may be able to help, but they’ve never encountered a War Beast before.”

[darkness-wraith]

"They're these huge red beasts with armour and spikes all over them." Aleta tried to describe, using her hands to 'claw' the air in her own imitation of the animal. "Not particularly friendly either, which I found out the hard way if you couldn't already tell." She chuckled.

She wrapped her cloak a little more firmly around her body and then tilted her leg one way then the other, ignoring the sharp shot of pain that raced through her. "It's just really painful so as long as they have some way of numbing the pain, I should be good."

[themothyards]

A cloak might hide you, but you don’t wear it just to hide. A cloak might warm you, but you don’t wear it just to stay warm. You don’t wear it just ‘cause it looks nice or ‘cause it’s a conversation starter.

It don’t always feel good to wear a cloak. Some cloaks, they hurt every time you put ‘em on, like a scar that’ll never fully heal. And that’s the point:

If it hurts when you wear it, you aren’t liable to forget.

- Cayde-6

[darkness-wraith]

something that probably happened

Zavala: Who is this?

Cayde-6: Oh, this is my new friend, Failsafe. She's a self-conscious AI.

Ikora: Don't you mean "self-aware"?

Cayde-6: Erm...no.

Failsafe: I'm an outdated, broken mess!

[an-army-of-maize-and-blue]

Destiny 2 Thoughts On:

The guardians who died when their light was taken. (Spoilers Below)

Of course we think about the guardians who died IN the city when the Red Legion attacked, but what about those who were on different parts of Earth or on different planets. What about the guardians who were deep in Hellmouth fighting Hive or fighting in the Court of Oryx on the dreadnought, in the middle of fighting Vex on Venus or the Taken on Mars. Think about what happened to them when their light was taken and they became mortal again.

What about the guardians who were fighting each other in the crucible when their light was taken? Guardians who were waiting to be revived end up dying and others are accidentally killed before anyone really knows whats going on.

Now it should be kept in mind that its shown that even without light, guardians are still fairly durable. You survive being literally kicked off of a ship and falling god only knows how far. Still, the thought of what its like for guardians after they go back to Hellmouth, Cosmodrome, Venus, Mars, and the crucible arenas and find the bodies of dead guardians is heartbreaking.

[50-billon-people]

I really like the description on this hand cannon

[drexodthegunslinger]

“Only down the trainyards,” Drexod shrugged, “Fucking Fang’s too thick to realise we moving in on their turf. Job’s simple though, we go down in a few hours, help unload the stuff, get it onto the trucks waiting and roll out.”

Apparently, the men had heard enough and were leaving. Keeping up the act, the Hunter continued.

“Anyway, Yangus said he’s baller for it, wants to crack some deadbeat fuckwads after too if you want to join us? Put the Fang in the gutter you know.”

Once the door had shut behind the trio, the man took a drink. When the glass came down there was a smile on his lips. It was one that one would crack to a friend after making an in joke. Waggling his eyebrows at Cain, Drexod waited, the wickedness glinting in his eyes.

[darkness-wraith]

Cain just rolled his eyes at the Hunter and, upon making sure that the men had truly left and that no one else was listening, he said, “Mike? Really? Of all the names you could’ve come up with, you chose Mike?” He couldn’t help but grin though, sharing in the others mischief. “I thought Hunters were supposed to be creative.”

He shook his head, chuckling. “So what was that about anyway?” Cain asked, taking a large gulp of his drink which definitely didn’t taste better the more he drank it. “Do we actually need to follow that up or was it just a distraction? I’m down for “putting Fang in the gutter”, as you put it even though I literally had no idea what you were cracking on about.“

[drexodthegunslinger]

Leaning forward in his seat, Drexod spoke, his voice quieter this time as he was not intending to be overheard.

“So, Not-Mike, in fortyeight hours those three will likely end up dead. They did have you fucked over a barrel though. Looked like they were going to wait for you to leave, follow you out, and tail you until it’s a good opportunity to jump you. If they did you’d either have to take the beating and they get to brag about it, or you defend yourself and they go complaining that a guardian attacked them.”

Taking another swig of his whiskey, the man chuckled, “The Fang are a gang. Bunch of wannabe gangbangers trying to muscle in where they’re not wanted. To put them in the gutter is to…”

His words trailed off as he drew a line across his throat. The meaning was clear.

[darkness-wraith]

"Cain. The name is Cain." The Titan scoffed with a laugh. He beckoned the bartender back over then turned to the Hunter. "They could've tried, if you couldn't already tell, I'm not exactly going to let a few gangbangers get the drop on me but what an amusing thought though."

Having had a his glass refilled, he took another drink, rolling his eyes and saying, "I might be a Titan but I'm not that dense. I know what putting them in the gutter means."

He shook his head and changed the subject, "So are you like doing something undercover for the Vanguard or is this just like a... pastime of yours?"

[fireteamschadenfreude-rp]

"When was the last time you slept?" Areli asked with a whisper, head bowed, face covered in grime. He'd been one of the lucky few, like the Guardian sat next to him, although "lucky" was up for debate. He hadn't heard from the rest of his fireteam and so he waited for some sort of indication that they were still out there.

Atlas said nothing, merely let out a quiet bitter chuckle. Like Areli, she stood alone, soot and dirt plastered onto once-shining armor, Titan mark torn and bloodied. With a trembling hand, she unclasped her helmet and pulled it off her head. Gloved fingers rub at her tired eyes.

“Haven’t slept. I keep hearing- screams.” She took a shuddering breath before turning to him, despair written all over her face “Do you think there’s others? Who surv- made it out?” she asked roughly, voice cracking at the end.

[fireteamschadenfreude-rp]

unite-destiny

Areli turned fully to the Titan, head tilted, “They’ll get here, I’m sure. They’ve probably already sent out emergency transmissions so Guardians off world will know where to go.”

He turned around to watch the people, Guardians and civilians, milling below. Their shoulders heavy and slumped but carrying on nonetheless. Areli couldn’t help but feel hopeful.

“It’s inspiring, don’t you think? How people can carry on despite everything that’s happened to them.” The Warlock rested his head on his hands, propped up on his knees so he was leaned forward. He added on, “They’ll get here.”

“The last I saw of them, we were helping civilians escape,” she recalled, “Then the Traveler…we got separated. By that point, everyone was ordered to leave.” Atlas shifted to watch the refugees as well, yet remained standing. “They’re stubborn- probably would have stayed until they’ve helped all that they could.”

The Titan stayed quiet for a moment, cradling her damaged helmet as she watched the refugees going about their business. “When all is lost, there is nothing else to do but keep moving forward. These people, they are doing their best to do so. It’s time Guardians do the same. Hope-” she placed the helmet on her head with a click,“-that is what we stand for. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let the Red Legion take that away.”

“If- when the others come back,” she continued, voice hard with resolve and quiet anger, “There will be hell to pay.”

[darkness-wraith]

The Warlock nodded along with the Titan, feeling the same determination that had taken hold of her fill him. He stood next to her, revelling in it.

He gazed out over the Farm and then beyond, over the hills and finally onto the Shard of the Traveller. "You’re right.” Areli said, tilting his head, “And I think we should start by investigating over there.”

He nodded to the horizon and the still smouldering, somehow, piece of the Traveller. And then he added, “You know, I don’t think I introduced myself, I’m Areli.”

[fireteamschadenfreude-rp]

Atlas nodded at the Warlock’s suggestion as she stared absentmindedly at the Traveler’s shard in the distance. "We do not have much to lose by doing field work. It should answer some questions, or rather lead us to asking the right questions.”

She clasped a fist to her chest and bowed her head slightly- a gesture slightly formal in nature. “My name is Atlas,” she replied, “Pleased to meet you, Areli.”

“Now,” she placed her hands on her hips, “Do we just storm there to look for information? Or do you have a specific plan in mind?”

[darkness-wraith]

At this, Areli looked unsure, "A bit of both? From what I can remember, the information that the Tower had only mentioned that activity from the Fallen had been picked up around the area. So apart from suspecting Fallen presence, we don't have much else to go on."

He turned to look at the civilians and others and added, "Our absence shouldn't be noted, at least not for a couple of hours I'd say." He put his journal back in his pocket, "So. You up for it?"

[exiledwolves-deactivated2019092]

Destiny 2 OPEN Starter.

[exiledwolves-deactivated2019092]

“I feel like the Vanguard was uncomfortable with experimenting with other types of Arc Energy, Though Cayde was perfectly ok with it in the first place”

Lykaios-6 watched as the other hunter seemed overjoyed of his skills with Arc energy, but their teasing just was not for him, they didn’t really enjoy such an ‘activity’. The EXO sighed before walking with the other Hunter finally.

[darkness-wraith]

"So you're like a peace-keeper?" She shuffled to sit next to the other Hunter, trying not to jostle her injury too much. Aleta was a little startled by the exclamation but she thanked the Exo for his words.

A breeze blew through the mouth of cave, that much colder now that the sun had gone down, causing her to shiver and wrap the remains of her cloak around herself more tightly. "It'll be cool meeting some Fallen. Do you think they'll be able to help me with my leg? Like do they know how to treat injuries from War Beasts?"

[darkness-wraith]

imagine Guardians eating:

altered foods so that they can actually taste them, namely spicy foods, that have to be searingly hot before a Guardian can actually appreciate the burn

Guardians discovering they have a sweet tooth and going into the Last City to raid the bakeries

Guardians loving the warmth a good broth can fill you, in a way the Light doesn't quite satisfy

Pizza, greasy pizza, cheesy pizza, pizza with all the toppings. Just a lot of pizza please

Or perhaps

Guardians who forgot that eating was a thing

they get surprised at tastes

going out of their way to try everything there is

or Guardians who are indifferent to eating and don't really understand what everyone is going on about

And Destiny 2

Having lost their Light, Guardians actually need to eat now

but they don't know that

so when, about a day after the loss of Light, they have a clawing hollowness inside of them- they don't know what to do, they don't know what it is

it's a civilian that realises what it is and helps

Just give me Guardians eating!!!

[exiledwolves-deactivated2019092]

Destiny 2 OPEN Starter.

[exiledwolves-deactivated2019092]

“I feel like the Vanguard was uncomfortable with experimenting with other types of Arc Energy, Though Cayde was perfectly ok with it in the first place”

Lykaios-6 watched as the other hunter seemed overjoyed of his skills with Arc energy, but their teasing just was not for him, they didn’t really enjoy such an ‘activity’. The EXO sighed before walking with the other Hunter finally.

[darkness-wraith]

“Cayde would be,” Aleta laughed, “He loves stuff like that.” She noted the disinterest in her teasing and decided she should probably tone it down a little. Not too much though.

Her eyes caught on some cave-looking structures in the distance and she didn’t hesitate to point them out. “Perhaps we can stay the night, in those things over there?” She asked, “You probably know the area better.”

[exiledwolves-deactivated2019092]

“Cayde and I had a…very special relationship when we were close friends, I believe he isn’t gone from this world. He’s too ambitious to die.”

Lykaios and Cayde seemed to be too close at times, but the EXO didn’t seem to want to talk about their personal life with the Hunter Vanguard. It was beginning to get dark outside, which didn’t bother him at all; as the sunset was magnificent with shades of red and yellow, and sometimes even purple.

“I haven’t been in this area before, well not ever; it’s been over a year since I was here last time, but the caves seem ok, as long as I can watch the sun set.”

[darkness-wraith]

“We can do that. I like watching the sunset too.” Aleta replied, limping with a bit more enthusiasm towards the caves.

She took the moment of silence to ponder what the Exo had implied with his words, the waning sunlight still managing to warm her face. He’s definitely not interested in me, obviously, Aleta mused to herself, then maybe…

“You know, I have a friend who I think you’d like. His name’s Areli, Warlock, really nice guy,” She said, her voice light, “Kinda shy, bit of a recluse. I think you’d get along just great.”

[exiledwolves-deactivated2019092]

Lykaios had walked over to the nearby caves, completely vacant it was. As he sat down, leaning against the wall; he’d regretted not taking the guitar he had used with the House of Winters during bonfires and times that he was simply bored, or the Fallen of that house just simply needed something to destress.

“I guess I’d like to at least meet him, well if he isn’t dead yet; like I’ve seen dead Guardians everywhere I’ve went.”

It was the truth, you couldn’t exactly meet someone if they were dead, it didn’t make any sense at all, unless they were a spirit, but the EXO Hunter hadn’t come across one of those since he was at his second reboot.

[darkness-wraith]

Aleta frowned but shook her head, “Nah, Areli won’t be dead, he’s too imaginative and built like a tank although you wouldn’t think so with how his robes wrap around him.”

The Hunter walked a little further into the cave, leaned against a wall and then slid down to sit with her legs stretched out in front of her. She lay her crutch next to her and then tipped her head back. “He plays the piano and has the most amazing voice. He always knows what to say and has this little journal filled with all of these songs and inscriptions he’s found.” She then added in a sigh, “I miss him. And Cain but I miss Cain in a different way.”

[exiledwolves-deactivated2019092]

Lykaios-6 listened to the Hunter speak, about how their friends couldn’t be dead, that they had to be in same situation as their own. The EXO felt sorry for Aleta and their friends, but immediately heard them speaking more about the Warlock, who’s name went by Areli; some unique name he had, interesting.

“Areli seems like a pretty unique Warlock. I play the Guitar, really well. Honestly…Being friends with the House of Winter, it was the best choice I’ve ever made.. I can ever speak their language fluently” 

[darkness-wraith]

Aleta tipped her head towards the Exo, squinting a little in the fading light, “They must’ve helped you a lot? The House of Winter? Been there when you needed them?”

She turned back to facing forward, “I’m not going to lie, can’t say that I’ve ever made friends with a Fallen. They seem to be to busy shooting.” She chuckled and shifted, hissing as it pulled on her injury. “What are they like?”

[exiledwolves-deactivated2019092]

“The House of Winters was there for me when I came to them peacefully, no weapons, no ghost. They Fixed my armor and gave me a new home, but I noticed. Draksis, their Archon was dead, and same with Askor. The House of Winter, they were very greedy, and liked to start fights with the other houses, but When I came to them, once I learned how to speak like them, I taught them to change…They’ve changed, but they’re still mourning the deaths of Askor and Draksis. “

Lykaios-6 seemed to had a lot to say about The House of Winters, they were his family now, they were his home. The EXO Hunter was quite happy the Darkness was gone, but he realized, he was only here for supplies, his ship nearby the location of the caves. Lykaios-6 had learned how to take off and land without his ghost.

“You Know, after I find the supplies I need here, they’re nearby in caches, I still have my ship, but It’ll be a long walk. We can be in Venus soon. A-After that. We’ll find your friends.”

[darkness-wraith]

For a moment, Aleta forgot about her injuries. "We're going to go see your family? Oh man, that'll be so cool-" She caught herself, "Oh no- is that selfish of me?"

She picked at the frayed edges of her once legendary cloak, "I think it might be? But honestly, I don't really care. I probably should though." She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well."

She watched the last of the sun's rays fade away. "So are you like their Kell now? I'm not entirely sure how Elinski hierarchy works."