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@datarevived
She seems to be tinkering with something, the Awoken kneeling down in a plot of grass within the Pale Heart. Head tilting ever so often as her hands work with some of the flora, a task far easier to do when hostiles keep their distance. Something she still couldn't shake the paranoia of, even with the Witness having been recently defeated.
If anything, it felt like more eyes were on her now than ever.
The conversation took a turn to intriguing, to say the least. Sio had only been half-joking about the whole 'wormhole travel' thing, but given that, more than ever, her life was basically a sci-fi series, so she shouldn't be surprised that yes, it seemed like trans-dimensional portals were an actual possibility in this world.
"I-I mean, if these Vex Gates are really that dangerous, we don't have to," Sio stammered. On one hand she really wanted to get home, but she'd also feel really bad if it caused a lot of trouble for her newfound companions. "Especially if you're not on good terms with them...I wouldn't to cause more trouble..."
Randomly wandering around and getting into scraps with the local aliens--Hive? Cabal?--probably wasn't the best idea. Even though Data and Selene confirmed that some were actually on their side, and so theoretically shouldn't cause any issues, the sniper's caution was in full force. None of the locations held any meaning for her, but from the way Data was whirring around furiously, it seemed likely that it was risky.
"So, I guess we can't use these gates, or...?" She ventured cautiously. "I mean, what's the worst that could happen? Is it just we end up somewhere else, or we...die?" She winced. "What do you mean what happened to Cayde? Did they go through something they shouldn't have?"
Unfortunately ( or mayhaps, fortunately? ), the first part of Sio's concern had been obscured by the immeasurable amount of back & forth between the duo now. Her voice falling upon the background as Data continued to signal how much of not a good idea it would be to get even remotely involved, while Selene tried to cut as many corners as she could before rounding off the subject entirely.
Incomprehensible jargon, probably.
Keynotes standing as names or places - Cayde, again. Osiris. Mercury tales. Failsafe. Whatever ' The Mind ' was. Minotaurs. Saint-14.
All of which came off as negative-entity stories on Data's part. First impressions pending a nearby future - if she's unlucky.
" It's not that we can't use them, " Data corrected in an exasperated sigh, his optic snapping back in a rather aggressive motion. " --But the Vex Network is complicated. It's not something we can simply traverse, nor do we have any inkling on how to control it.. at all. "
" It's sorta like... imagine a simulation. Within a simulation. But, you get so far deep into it, you can't really... tell where the simulation starts or ends, " Selene follows, motioning her hands as some sort of scale. " We absolutely die - there's no avoiding that. But in one other simulation, there's a chance we don't die. And then there's a simulation where we make it out. There's a simulation where we end up wherever you came from, " she points at Sio, " but then there's a simulation where we could end up in a dead zone forever, bound to wonder the emptiness. Make sense? " Shrugs.
" . . .It is, so much more complicated than that. But I suppose, that is the gist of it, " the Ghost groaned; to which if he had appendages & a nose, he'd be nearly ripping off the cartilage. Bipedal things. " Point of the matter, only one person has managed to navigate it successfully, & even that isn't an entire truth. It is not worth it, & truly you'd have better luck wishing upon an Ahamakara bone. "
-- to which, results in a trading expression from Selene to Data. It is extremely disapproving.
" Serious? "
Cayde stayed there, holding her gently until she sat up on her own accord. A relieved sigh left the exos mouth. The light hidden inside flickering. He gently rubs his hand on her head moving himself to face her on one knee. "I know kiddo, I know." Cayde heard Ikora call for him and his optics rolled. "I'm busy." he muttered softly. His hunters took priority especially one that was hurt. She was hurt far less but still in pain. Mist had returned to their side, giving Cayde a reassured squeeze to his shoulder. When the Vanguard saw Mist return to 'change shifts' on Selenes care. The exo rose slowly, taking a few steps away from the two. Turning back for a quick glance then left for Ikora. Mist took Caydes spot in front of Selene. Mist seemingly out of nowhere had a canteen in her hand, twisting off the lid. "Here, sweet pea." The water was offered to the younger hunter. Mists eyes shifted to the sun. It was lowering in the sky rather quickly. Cayde was sitting on a pile of rubble and leaned his head back. "I really didn't want to do this." He clapped his hands on his thighs standing. "Okay, Listen up." When he stood he looked around the pile of guardians surrounding him, "You're all a bunch of dirty misfits. But you're all that's left. So you'll have to do." The exo gestured with his hands around him. "Yah the tower was attacked, rather. Eh; brutally." "They kept coming so I kept firing. Not gonna lie! I was magnificent-" the exo flaunted himself. He sighed rubbing at his chin, "Everything is gone. Your stuff. My stuff." Cayde pointed to himself with his thumbs. "Most importantly. My stuff!" "Were fighting this giant.. stupid space rhino and his army. As you know got hit with the ugly stick way too many times. Probably smells bad too." Cayde waved his hand in front of his face. "His name is GARY. Glen?" The exos hands went to his hips. "I don't know.. SOMETHING WITH A G." He tightened his fist and pumped it into the air, "And look... I know its a big fight. Big one. Which means. If I don't see you out there. I'll kill you myself." Cayde turned a little pulling out his blade slightly letting the metal be seen. "Worse case scenario you die... who knows maybe we wont? So whos in" Cayde threw his arm into the air, "YEAH! ... Really guys?" Looking out over the sea of silent guardians. "That... That was inspiring..." Ikora quietly laughed, "ALSO!" Cayde added making his voice loud, "There will be a ton of loot!" The mention of loot seemed to throw them all into a loud cheer, guns and arms raised up ready for the fight ahead. Over the cheers Cayde smirked, "Yeah.. thats what I thought." The exo jumped down making his way back over to the two he was with before. "Another.. spectacular speech given." Cayde dusted his servos,
A shaky hand takes the canteen reluctantly, the Awoken still relatively dazed from her stupor. While her body wasn't aching in a means of broken limb & gash, the bruised feeling was still extremely potent. The cool liquid was a nice contrast.
" Thank goodness, " Data whirled, optic blinking from the moving Cayde to Selene. " I was beginning to worry you'd taken a turn for the worst. Though I cannot say whether dying or healing are opposing options. "
" --I rather not, " the Hunter hissed between a sip, wincing at the thought ( and movement ). " It hurts... but I'll manage. "
An unsavory defeat to admit, but she held no energy to argue it for now. Star-gazed eyes following the Exo as he threw together his rally, watching together with Mist before she turned quietly in her direction mid-delivery. Hand extending back the canteen, " T..Thanks. S-Sorry, 'bout disappearing on you guys & getting mauled. When the massive thing showed up... & then the Psions -- We, I - -- I got overwhelmed, "
head shaking with hands moving in her vocals, it's the slightest wrong move that downs the Guardian in a pained yelp; both hands hastily finding themselves grasping at her side again. Provoking the Ghost to provide another scan on her body, the slightest blue illuminate trailing from head to toe in a hum.
" Stabilizing by the minute. Your tolerance should come down soon. "
and here you are living ──
── despite it all.
What if I made Xerxes (from PH) but Destiny-fied him for silly
An attempt at d2 cut scene art.
When you enjoy the sketch way more than the clean-up.
Hang in there, kid. No dying on me yet.
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*Systems online*
YOU'RE NOW LISTENING TO
*Slap Rifle Sfx*
103.7
*Guardian gets killed*
REAL VEX FM
*Conversion sounds*
WHERE WE PLAY NOTHING BUT TECHNO, TECHNO, AND MORE TECHNO
*Spire being built*
THIS IS NOT YOUR FALLEN VANDAL'S STATION
*get lucky by daft punk starts playing*
How fascinating to be recognized. The number counted on one hand of those which could realize the creature of violence that stood before them, in his entirety. Or, perhaps her knowledge was limited in only an approximation of the cold that existed around him. Not that he is Yor, but that he is Dredgen. A dime a dozen to some it would be a fatal mistake to assume him nothing more than another dark wielding freak.
He is more, so much more, and ever voracious.
"How vague," he replies back. Though he has not yet recalled their first meeting and likely won't unless she aids him, this encounter is certainly less tense than their prior. He's not a reason to lean upon violence, at the moment. Not starved for the Light, at the moment, though his worm always yearns for its succulent flavor, Yor is entirely content to talk and do little else.
Yet, he might very well swallow them whole if she makes one wrong move.
"It, being the Darkness?" He inquires with a subtle nod of his head towards the looming Pyramid ship off in the distance. Oh, how they had conversed. Can she feel how its voice clings to his dark figure, stark against the snow and ice, that he too commands the lack of motion that stasis employed?
"If we have truly crossed before, you should find no surprise in my presence, here."
For each time he speaks, it is akin to that of a lion prowling in its' own cave. A rumble that comes from the jaws of apex predator, precise to remind the other that she is in his territory & not the other way around, nor neutral bounds.
Something she can accept, for now. Remaining at a distance as she tempted the waters of how far conversation could get her this time.
" It's what everyone calls it these days, " she gives him a short shrug, eyes remaining on his persons than to look anywhere away. " The Darkness. A shadow. Salvation. "
It is not a question of rather he had come in contact with it, but whether or not he had accepted its' offer, its' guidance. Seemingly the type at first glance, she assumes, but she is not oblivious to the starching contrast his silhouette has over that of the Pyramids & their residue.
His, somehow, still overpowers even the darkest corners of shade.
" Not surprised, " Selene corrects, tilting her head some. Expression dawning to something more apathetic. " There have been more to come to Europa than anticipated. But I'd like to think that the Vanguard's warnings simply gave many the fodder they needed to come explore on their owns. "
Curiosity, to some. Ignorance, to others. Corruption to the weak-hearted.
Her expression sours a moment, brows pinched in a pensiveness as she seems to look past him. A memory plaguing her thoughts in inopportune time. How willing would he be to indulge in her peculiar habit for information beyond that of reconcile?
" Though, I wonder -- does it go about delivering the same door-to-door speech to each of us?. . . Or do some of us get more personal dotes? "
Cayde was quiet, letting Selene subside into shock. His gloved hand pushed hair from her face. "They can wait a moment longer." Cayde murmured. The exo sighed, he didn't have anything to give her. Most of his inventory exchanged for ammo or other things that would be needed for the later siege. He hung his head a little and sighed out. "I'm not one to sit aside while one of the new lights suffers." "Selene..." Cayde spoke her name softly, "I need you to concentrate and find your bounds. I know I'm asking a lot. But I need you to push through, kiddo."
Data held no following remarks at the return, his shell hovering quietly as he stared towards Selene; sometimes offering a glance elsewhere as other Guardians passed by with other tasks. Regardless if he was staring directly at her or not, in his view - her vitals remained priority; the scan shadowing his UI as she continued to regulate to the Light gifted by the passing Warlock. The injured rib still not in its fullest health, but mended to a fracture from a break as the bruised tissue still pulsed from implications that'd heal over time.
" H-Hurts... "
It took a few minutes from the black out, but her voice manages to crack a wheezed consciousness. The Awoken's eyes, barely parted to slits as she stares upward at the dimming sky, trying to regain her grounding & location. She takes the flock of people for safety - a glance against the Exo in holding reassuring her thoughts, before attempting to sit up on her own. Several grunts to follow.
" Everything hurts. "
War Beast chew toy 😔
An event from recent thread with @of-golden-guns
Lil project I've been playing with for the past two weeks (along with two other projects unrelated. You can peep at them here!). Highly inspired by OfStarlightDesign's Little Lights & other Destiny related terrariums. Just a lil fella finding their Guardian.
"Mutiny"
Void Commission by the lovely Krim/Paul on Reddit.
Puppy War Beast & Eliksni kids in DESTINY 2: THE FINAL SHAPE (2024) dev. Bungie
