Hope rises from the shadows of the night

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*casually walks by bennett, then i grab his cloak and throw it over his head, spin him around and rub his belly and run away*

He spins around on his heel and trips rather ungracefully over a small divet in the ground, cursing and hurling insults at whomever had blindsided him. 

One arm finally caught the edge of his cloak and threw it from his scowling face, but by the time he could glance around, the perpetrator was gone. 

“AN’ DON’LET ME KIT’CHA DOIN’ THAT AGAIN!” he threatened to empty air. 

“You know for a hunter, you’re rather unaware of “danger” lurking but two feet behind you,” Juliet chided as she smothered a grin. “I think your self-preservation’s a bit broken.”

Bennett simply huffed, shoved his hands into his pockets, hunched his shoulders and continued on his way.

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What would you do Bennet, if somebody bought you a nice can of coke and when you open it and take a drink you find it's actually soy sauce?

“Well somebody’d be losin’ an eye, for starters. But really, what kind of sick coit’d do somethin’ like knowin’ly give the guy with big ol’ knife an’a short temper a can o’soy sauce disguised as a refreshin’ beverage?”

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LET’S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING A MOMENT.

you don’t need fancy icons to roleplay with me.

you don’t need to write in small fonts to roleplay with me.

your theme doesn’t have to look like you gave your soul to photoshop to roleplay with me. 

i won’t rp with you if you don’t read my rules.

i won’t rp with you if you have a sucky attitude. 

IT’S 2017, LET’S LET TUMBLR ELITISM DIE. 

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Open Starter

Twilight had been comforting once, but now it was filled with the emptiness and the silence left by the dead. Twilight meant death, loss, failure. Twilight meant having too much time on one’s hands to reflect and overthink what could have been done better, to question whether or not one had made the right call in the heat of the moment. They had won the Battle of Twilight Gap, but they had very nearly lost it all. To those left behind, Twilight meant something different now.

Mossy eyes settled uneasily on a group of Hunters and Titans (and the lone Warlock who sat among them) gathered around a table in the back corner of the bar… gambling like it was just another night, and drinking like it wasn’t. It had been three weeks since the conclusion of the Battle of Twilight Gap, but most still wandered the tower without purpose, mechanically driven only by duty to the Vanguard and the City… duty that had claimed as many lives as it had saved. There weren’t many who’d survived without losing someone dear to them, and this group was no exception. She saw them often, even knew them by name. Before the Gap they were loud and obnoxious, some of them even loveable, but now the Titans were solemn, the Hunters fidgety, and the Sunsinger (who was a friend) mourning the loss of her brother (and her lover), who had been as good a man as he was a Hunter. But they all had good reason to be; their group was down not one, but two, permanently. 

She’d been lucky in that regard- despite losing Nik, her fireteam remained whole, if not a little rattled. Between Bennett’s talk of leaving the Vanguard and Chronos’ departure to seek out Osiris, Juliet wasn’t quite sure where she’d end up… probably drifting from team to team as a substitution when needed. Then again the Scholars always had plenty of work for Praxics, seeing as they preferred to keep their noses in their research and out of harm’s way, and most Warlocks would only trust another Warlock to handle their very specific tasks so surely she wouldn’t be short of work. For the others, however…

The Warlock tore her eyes from them and sipped from the wine glass between her fingers and gave a sigh as she set it down on the countertop and leaned over her arms. “Another light crowd…? You’d think there’d be more people wanting to drink away their grief,” she said to the human bartender with a haughty snort.

“Moss’ of em’s been takin’ up Patrols durin’ the night,” the man shrugged in reply. “Can’t stand th’thought o’bein’ idle no more.”

Of course they were, she thought to herself. As soon as the sun begins to set so do the dark thoughts come crawling from their caverns. “Guardians fighting the darkness at its strongest hour..? Well ain’t that a bit willy…” she mused absently as she considered the irony, slid her empty glass over to the man who cleared it immediately and gestured as if to question.

“Sorry?” the woman blinked.

“Did’ja want somethin’ else?”

Tired eyes shut and she let out a sigh as she lifted her brows. “Gin and Tonic, if you’d be so kind…”

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(Well I had written this as a starter to someone but their blog seems to have deactivated without ever replying to it, so I’m making this an open starter for anyone who might want to rp with Juliet, just after Twilight Gap.

If you do reply to this, please try to match at least half the length. I’m not the kind of person to continue a roleplay for very long if the person I’m rping with is always hitting back 1 paragraph replies when they should be longer.)

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And there it was.

Nik froze as lips pulled tight and the corners of his mouth tugged into a frown; brows knit together to grimace and he shut his eyes as white knuckle grip tightened around his weapon until his arm quivered. It was bound to come up sooner or later, and he was honestly surprised J.P. had waited so long to bring it up. He was sure to have felt the absence of her light even if he couldn’t see it. Ghosts never missed the hollow echo in a Guardian left behind.

After an uncomfortably long moment of silence and faraway stares, he spoke in a hoarse voice, barely above a whisper, “Callie,” he started and cleared his throat as if to push back the pain. “Her name was Callie… she liked sunsets and flower crowns.” Eyelids parted to look down at the Prism Dancer pink of his arm plates, more a dark shade of mauve in the shadows cast by the pilot’s seat, and attempted a weak smile. “It’s not your fault little guy… but thank you for your sympathy.”

In response to Seht, he shook his head and swallowed the lump in his throat. “No… your candor is the first I’ve received in a very long time, and I appreciate it so… I may as well be frank.” Eyes turned up to her out of the corners of his lids, like stars burning through the abyss. At her next question, he nodded. 

“It was a gamble to come this way, but… without Callie,” his words hung but for a moment at the mention of her name, “I had no way to channel my light. I was a sitting duck, mortal- nothing to defend myself with other than my skills and whatever weapons I could scrap together. But, long story short,” Thumb reached up to brush the tip across his lower lip in idle thought, “I remembered something a friend of mine once said about the Awoken being naturally receptive of the Void and thought… well, if anyone could teach me how to channel that without my Ghost, it would be Mara Sov and the Tech Witches. So,” shoulders shrugged and he gestured with his hands as if to say here I am. “With a little help from a wayward Ghost, I was able to get an old Kestral up and running… took several years, but it paid off.” Nik paused for a moment, realizing… “I guess you could say I wasn’t completely alone, just-…” His voice trailed off and his gaze leveled to the wall across from him. “You know.”

“Of course… when this is all over and I’ve settled my debt to Mara, I need to get back to my old Fireteam. Let em’ know I’m not dead…” Half a chuckle rattled in his throat. “And try to survive my sister’s wrath.”

J.P. had shuffled himself close to Nik as he spoke, hanging on to his every word. Seht watched his movements, a dance of his resevations spilling out before her and her ghost. A secret she’d keep until he fufilled his last and more light hearted plan. Still, she felt a  pinge of…. guilt, sadness, regret almost as she watch J.P. try to consol Nik to the best of his ability. To go so long with out such a trusted companion made her heart heavy for him. He spoke her name so care-free, yet delicately, but the hurt…. the hurt showed. “She would have been honored to know you carry her so thoughtfully with you…” J.P. rested under Nik’s fingers, the cool touch of his metal against Nik’s palm warming as his eyelight closed in affection. “Thank you for sharing her.” This sentiment meant more to the Ghost than just his words; a fallen Ghost was a fallen friend, and something he wasn’t used to. He hurt… for her and for Nik. “You think your sister won’t go easy on you?” Seht smiled behind her hand as he admitted his fear, and their eyes locked as J.P. continued to roll in his hand.

His hand was tender as the Ghost burrowed under it, and Nik nearly lost his composure. The only Ghosts he’d had any interaction with since his supposed death had been anything but affectionate toward him, but not because they hadn’t liked him- it was because they weren’t his. Hands cupped around J.P.’s shell and he curled forward as he lifted him to meet his affectionate gesture with a soft forehead bump, and Nik tried his damnedest to hold back the tears as he shook and took in long, calm breaths. 

The change of topic helped a little, and as he spoke and stroked her ghost he felt himself calming down; their eyes met and he almost laughed, but grinned sheepishly instead. “Hell no, she’ll kick my ass, no question,” he replied without hesitation. “Wylie may be a Warlock but she’s a borderline Titan. Some of the fights she’s gotten into…” Nik popped his brows and shivered noticeably. “Let’s just say… I’m really gonna need to shade-step my way out of this one.” Knee bounced under the weapon in his lap in nervous habit as fingers traced the edges of J.P.’s shell. Nik really wasn’t kidding though, if he knew his sister well enough, she’d try to throw him off the damn tower before remembering his next death would be his last. He swallowed at the thought.

It was around that time the proximity alarm went off to tell them they were getting close. Nik’s eyes shifted from Seht to the console as he let J.P. float away from him to do his thing, and quickly pieced his rifle back together before slinging it back over his shoulder. Down to business, he thought to himself with a small sigh. 

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JP was almost like an overly affection cat; as soon as he could feel that ripple in Nik, he tried to calm him to the best of his abilities, the returned affection making the Ghost all the more trusting of their new friend. He had shared something so meaningful yet personal, and through Seht, JP could feel her heart break just as Nik’s did. But the moment passed and Seht had him chuckling again, even with the thought of Wylie kicking his ass, and Seht smiled. “I think I’ve heard that name around the Tower before. Robs a bunch of eager men blind at cards every now and then if I recall correctly." She could hear Allanon in the back of her mind complaining about how a fellow Warlock could be SO GOOD at cards. ‘I could CHEAT and she’d still win!’ JP rocked with the Awokens’ touch, cooing in what was agreement for a moment before attention turned to the Alarm, and he almost groaned as he tore himself away to float back to the console.

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Nik exhaled a snort and smirked as he shook his head. “She’s a goddamn con-artist is what she is,” he half laughed as he assembled his rifle in his lap. “I don’t know where she gets it, I swear.” Eyes glanced up with a quick, subtle wink as he gave the weapon a quick wipe-down and stuffed the rag back into a pouch on his belt. Index and middle finger hooked around the charging handle and ripped back on it once quickly and pulled the trigger, satisfied with the loud click and slight shift in his hands from the force of the firing pin as it struck dry. Nik shifted it over his shoulder and took three steps toward the cockpit to look over the back of the pilot’s seat, squinting as he scanned the surface and pointed off toward the right of where they were headed. 

“There. I set down on the other side of the Hellmouth, on top of the entrance.” 

J.P. followed his directional guidance, looped around Archer’s Line and around the backside of the Hellmouth, into the Hive’s blind spot. The Ghost blurped in confusion as it cast a glance over to him. “Are you sure it’s still there? Scanners show no signs of anything other than Fallen and Hive.”

“Yep, positive- just adjust your frequency to 4672, and watch for any large electromagnetic disturbances on that side of the pit.”

He obeyed without a fuss, but waited until they were almost right on top of it to execute the command, and almost immediately the shielding of Nik’s ship adjusted to their spectrum of visibility. Seht’s ghost was ecstatic. “Incredible! You've somehow managed to convert the Bladedancers’ cloaking algorithms to the specifications of your ship! And without the help of a ghost...” J.P. blinked a few times as it dawned on him. “... you must be a genius.”

“Ehhhh...” The Hunter grinned nervously as he pulled the neck of his helmet up from sitting loosely around his neck and snapped the support into place around his jaw, then reached back and pulled the top half of his helmet off the magnet that also held his rifle to his back. “I mean, I majored in Bioengineering in my past life, but that’s a far cry from Exo-tech and breaking the known Laws of Physics,” he admitted with a shy grin, top half of his helmet resting under his arm on his hip. “I had a little help from a friend with getting it up and running but-”

“If it weren’t for the cloaking, you wouldn’t be able to move around so freely without worry?”

“Pretty much,” he agreed as he slipped the helmet on over his head and locked everything down, the Void of his Graviton Forfeit flaring to life as his HUD loaded.

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It was difficult to watch him go, but such had become her life, and she had learned to cope with the loneliness. Hands slid out from under her until she was flat on her side, and her spirit suspended as she lay herself to rest, to recover, to meditate until she had recharged. 

In the days that followed, she kept herself busy but hadn’t forgotten about her late-night visitor, and how she hoped he’d return. Lazarus was quiet enough to keep her company during the day and keep her focused on their research, but once he retired for the evening, Rue was left to her own devices, something she wouldn’t have minded in life but detested in her half-life. And so in the hours between the time he left and when he arrived in the morning, her attention turned to some of the other, smaller windows, to the sapling of  Fjörgynn in the Iron Temple. She couldn’t see much of what was there, but it comforted her to know she hadn’t been forgotten in the evolution of life as she’d known it. It made the isolation more bearable, less cold and empty, to hear voices, to hear their gratitude. 

She often turned to the windows of her friends as she watched them in their downtime at the end of the day, often focusing on Dee’s mirror over others, as it was usually the “safest” to observe through. One of the things that had come about in her absence was Hayden’s relationship with Dee, something she had always seen coming, and she was glad to see her taking care of him in the wake of her death. Of all of Daybreak, Dee had taken her death the hardest, but he had also been with her from the beginning- during the collapse as they’d fled to deep space, in the Reef as Mara Sov attempted to unify the Awoken against those left behind, and the years that followed as they made their way back to Earth before their untimely deaths… then into their lives as Guardians. Dee had been her friend for so long, and he had had so few loving companions over the years, it warmed her heart to know that someone again loved him as he had loved so fierce; but there were times she also had to ignore his window (for obvious reasons), which she also frequently had to do for Addy, Nik, Laz, and Wylie’s. As much as she loved her friends, she had no interest in observing their overactive libidos at work.

But when she had finally run out of people-watching options, Rue returned to her meditations, which carried on strong throughout the night that night and the next, but by the third, she felt his familiar light permeate her aura’s range. She smiled quietly to herself as they entered, shifted a palm to rest on the window’s veil, and waited. 

It had been two days since Asmodeus had encountered the beloved astral voice of Rue; his head swam as sleep never came amongst the demand of his team mates and the desire to hide in the library was exactly what he needed right now as his Ghost excitedly danced around him. “Everyday in here is like Yol!” And he nodded in agreement as weary hand came to rub his eyes. He was too excited for sleep though he didn’t express that to her. He had been looking forward to speaking with Rue again ever since their first conversation; he kept replaying her words over and over again least he forget her voice. When they crossed the threshold of the entrance, Spooky bolted off, Asmodeus touting to her to mind her manners and to not snoop where she isn’t allowed.

“I hope you’ll forgive the delay… but I hadn’t forgotten you.” Honoring the dead was something deeply rooted in his heritage, and trying to make up for the improper introduction from the last time, he produced a small bouquet of wild flowers. “I know they aren’t much but…. I wanted to apologize, and to honor your spirit.” He approached the tree, looking up to it with a soft smile parting his lips as his hand came to rest on his chest.

Rue smiled warmly and soft lids fluttered. “There’s nothing to forgive,” she replied honestly, “But it’s nice to see you again, Asmodeus. Welcome back. To what do I-”

She cut herself off as he pulled something out of his robes. The flowers were blurry through the veil, she could hardly make out their shape until he laid them at Fjörgynn’s roots, but the moment they touched the bark she cold see them clearer than anything she’d seen through the veil. The gesture stole a soft breath from her and (were she flesh and blood) a soft blush that warmed her spirit. “Thank you for your tribute, it was very thoughtful…”

His face was clearer that day than it had been the last time he visited- clear enough to notice his shaven head and long beard. For a moment she wondered how old he was, out of curiosity. The heaviness in his voice told her of his heartbreaks, his loneliness, but it lacked the weariness of an old man spent on life; somewhere beneath the glum there was the youthful determination of a man not yet ready to give up on being accepted and loved. That reassured her. 

“Is there something I can help you with…? Something on your mind?” Rue knew why he had returned, but she wanted to know what he wanted, what she could do for him in her disembodied state. 

“It’s the least I could do for such an intrusion…and for Spooky poking about as she does.” Again, he mimicked his Ghost playfully, finger stabbing at the air as he squinted an eye. “But…. the other day… you caught me off guard…. not because you’re a tree goddess but….” He rubbed the back of his neck as he chuckled. “But you spoke to me…. more so replied in Norsk? Spooky is the only one I’ve ever known to have had that knowledge…. and it was a more welcome surprise that I’ve become accustomed to here recently…” He thought about how his life over the last six months had changed so suddenly, and for the better, but he wasn’t lying when he admitted that she had held one of the most meaningful. “I wanted to thank you for that… regardless of how…. insignificant it may seem.” He didn’t feel as nervous as he had the first night they spoke, but he was thankful she hadn’t turned him away, or even more so, kept quiet, and the weight he had so desperately tried to escape from earlier was now almost non existent.

“It’s alright,” she assured him as he started with the apologies. “You’re respectful of the space and everything in it. That’s all I ask.” But as he thanked her there was an extended pause before she smiled to herself, quiet and fond. “In my life before the Collapse, my family was dedicated to preserving the language and culture of our Ancestors,” she explained, realizing that she hadn’t told anyone that in a very long time. “So… it was a welcome surprise for me as well. Thank you.” 

For a moment Rue felt dizzy as she realized she had been speaking perhaps a little too much already. Being verbose was certainly within her limitations for now, but he had come back to her looking for conversation, and she would give him all she could. After a few minutes of refocusing her strength, she replied, again in Norsk. “(If it soothes you, I can continue to do so),” she offered, eyeing his silhouette through the fogged glass. “It comes as naturally to me as-” She was about to say “breathing” but cut herself off when she realized how inappropriate it sounded… then laughed quietly and finished her thought anyway. “Breathing.” How dark, she thought.

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“I don’t want to tax you more than I have…. the Void’s connection…. between us falters from time to time, and the first time I never realized that our encounters may put a strain on you more than I want to admit, but I came to offer you service if you ever find need of it, even if it’s for the aspect of company.” He couldn’t explain, but even in the absence, he’d think about her, and how their Void seemed to melt together so quickly in the time they spent with one another, and this surprised him as their time had been somewhat minimal. “Your compatriots…. they speak so very highly of your memory…. ” He smiled sincerely, thinking to what he’s heard. “You’re missed by so many…”

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In the moment that her knees gave out, Rue’s void swept up under her and lifted her ethereal self in its embrace so she may sit and not grow weak so fast. Eyes glanced back through the veil window as he defeatedly hung his head and listed off the reasons why she shouldn’t strain herself. For a second it sounded like he was going to leave again and her spirit sank as her hand pressed harder against the veil, wanting to reach through, to reach out- but it never worked, it hadn’t yet. 

With a sigh she relaxed her hand and settled for watching him pace the room, just listening to his voice as it warbled in and out (due to her fatigue), feeling the faint warmth of his light as it passed back and forth. “I know,” she replied in a delicate tone, “I hear them every day... at the Iron Temple.” Every Guardian that stopped at the sapling and pressed their hand to the trunk, she could hear clear as day; most offered their blessings and thanks, but some asked for things she could not give- the Hunters asked for stealth, the Titans, strength, and the Warlocks, knowledge. 

Rue paused as sadness overwhelmed her. It felt more like a punishment than it did limbo, being stuck between realms, unable to help, sometimes unable to even speak back. Sometimes she tried for the Guardians passing through the temple, but they couldn’t hear her. It was damn near impossible for those that she had never shared her light with.  Light... she had become it now, her consciousness only held together by the Void that had tethered her spirit to what remained of her light that had become a part of Fjörgynn... but oh how she missed being able to touch the light of others- and then a light bulb went off in her head.

“Come closer,” she requested and watched as he did so with a hesitation in his body language. “Please... place your hand on the bark. It’s alright,” she coaxed, trying to hide the anticipation in her voice. To feel the bond of her light to anothers’ had only ever worked for those she had been close to or fought alongside in the heat of battle, and well As.... As was neither. Not yet anyway, but she hoped they could get there. If he was already speaking with her, then his light was strong, compatible... or maybe his Void just knew how to filter through the veil. Her hopes leapt at this possibility; she’d have to speak with Wylynn and Lazarus about this at some point. For now, she prayed. Frigg’s mercy, please let this work.

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Some random angsty/darker starters

“Come on! Finish me if you dare!” “Is that… blood?” “What have you done?!” “I want you to be the one who kills me.” “I’m going to chop their heads off..” “I’m brave enough to use this!” “Finally! Time to revenge!” “Don’t dare to touch me!” “It hurts… It hurts so bad..” “I just want to die..” “Blood… everywhere!” “I don’t want to see you again..” “You won’t see me anymore.” “Take a good look because it’s the last thing you’ll see.” “Don’t die!..Not now…” “I don’t care about you anymore!” “Get away from me!” “How could you do that to me? I trusted you!” “They won’t come back..” “You’re ruining my life!” “I just wanted to be happy… and you.. you destroyed everything!” “Try to stay calm.. I know it will hurt.” “You’re such a waste of space.” “I’m such a waste of space.” “I’m leaving and not coming back anymore.” “Don’t dare to move!” “You are so miserable..” “Oh no.. They are coming.” “I can’t wait to see you die.” “Run! Run and hide! Now!” “I thought you were different..”

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Rue’s Library

I realized tonight that I haven’t really gotten the chance to describe what I imagine Rue’s library to be like, which is sad because it’s so central to the story of Daybreak and their friends. And I thought about how I needed to draw up a floorplan of what I imagined it to look like so you guys could at least get a feel for the layout, and maybe if I’m feeling ambitious enough I’d try and do an atmospheric sketch, but then this got me thinking about all the little details in there that I always forget to mention and I just figured, why not describe them instead?

What I’ve already explained in my fics is that yes, Rue has her own library to conduct her research and mentor new Warlocks. You may have been able to gather that for most of Daybreak, it’s a quiet safe-haven, a sanctuary- at the very center of the room she has a very large, very twisted, very old Juniper-hybrid tree that she has lovingly named Fjörgynn, whose life she nurtures by infusing its life force with her light; but even with this knowledge, I have left out so, so much. 

Let’s start with an actual physical location and how she was given the honor of having her own part of (a, not THE) Tower all to herself. Rue’s an old Warlock- and wen I say old, I mean Iron Lord old. She’s seen every battle the Guardians have ever fought, the first of which was the Battle of Six Fronts. So when the Wall and the Towers were finally being built however many years later, with the support of the Warlock order, she was given her own part of Bannerfall tower as a central hub for collecting and continuing her research on anything and everything her little heart desired, her primary focus of which at the time was the study and application of light in medicine. 

As a Doctor in her previous life, Rue was more interested in using her gift to heal rather than fight, so her first project after building the walls of her library –the vaulted ceiling of which stands at an impressive three stories tall in the center of the room– was to create an environment in which she was able to grow herbs and plants to research their applications for Pharmaceutical usage. To the right of the entrance to the library, in the far corner, she shuttled in soil and built up a raised gardening plot in the corner of the room, and created a raised gardening bed by the floor-to-ceiling window lining half the length of the far wall opposite the door. And one day, when she believed she was ready and had perfected her healing techniques, Rue planted a dying tree at the heart of her library and nurtured it back to health- and it became her companion through the next 150-200 years of her life. 

Throughout her life Rue saw many Guardians and Apprentices come and go, though until those who would one day make up the Fireteam known as Daybreak began to come into her life, they didn’t stay long. When she ran out of research to work on or while she waited on what was in her decanters to finish simmering, she’d strike out with a few other Guardians to see if she could scrape up any other useful information from the Golden Age and then transcribe what she’d learned into hardcover tomes she bound herself. Sometimes, though rarely, she’d find books still intact and would bring them back and restore them to add to her collection of knowledge or leisure reading. 

As the years passed Rue’s tree grew strong and tall- the roots broke through the stonework and stretched down into the tower, and its branches eventually punched a small hole in the roof of her library; while it pressed the need for her to rearrange some of the tables she’d situated near it to protect her books and notes from the elements leaking in through the canopy, it didn’t bother her at all. Due to the thick canopy at the crown of the trunk even during harsh storms most rain and snow was filtered through the foliage, but it still let in just enough of the elements and the light to give the spot in the center of the room an ethereal glow as if her tree existed in a pocket in time all its own. 

The shelves filled and her circle of friends grew, and so did the need for more tables and chairs and private reading areas to accommodate more people. So she built balconies all along the left wall and around the top of the room; from the branches of Fjörgynn she strung cotton hammocks made from old Faction banners and hung lanterns fueled by Spirit Bloom to cast warmth and a relaxing glow. Her library became a hub for members of her Fireteam, a place for them to always return to when they were unsure of where the others were or what their next mission would be, a place of solitude in the chaos of the Guardian life, a safe haven when they felt lost. When many of the towers were abandoned after Twilight Gap, Rue remained in her library in Bannerfall tower, among the remnants of what once were the headquarters for New Monarchy and Concordat. 

Still, every once in a while an unfamiliar Guardian or a Warlock looking for answers will wander into her library, and she’ll bristle defensively before calming down and asking how she can help. Because it’s been so long since there has been regular life in the tower aside from her and her teammates (who have made homes in some of the spaces around the abandoned tower), she’s grown accustomed to the silence and isn’t fond of visitors, especially ones that disturb the peace of her space… so every once in a while when Shaxx makes Bannerfall a destination for Crucible matches, she’ll lock the doors or leave an apprentice behind and take a leave of absence until all the fighting is over and the gunshots cease. 

I think that’s about all I have to say about it… for now anyway. As I mentioned before, the library is a really important part of Daybreak’s history and ongoing story, so I just wanted to expand a little more on the topic. Hopefully it helps to give you a clearer picture of what it looks like, if not a closer representation of what I imagine it to look like. It’s really one of my favorite places to go mentally and even though I don’t write about it very often (because I don’t want to get stuck in the pattern of only ever writing what goes on in the library), it is a place where Daybreak finds themselves often. 

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me flirting: you can kill me during sex if you want

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Daybreak Assets

Top Row — Fireteam “Our methods are a little unorthodox”

Juliet (Stormcaller / Sunsinger), Bennett (Gunslinger / Bladedancer), Chronos (Sunbreaker / Defender)

Middle Row — (unnamed fireteam)

Titus (Sunbreaker / Striker), Jynn-12 (Gunslinger / Nightstalker), Osrain (Stormcaller / Voidwalker)

Bottom — supporting characters

Viper, Hallena

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Fireteam Daybreak

Titans: Addy (Sunbreaker), Dee (Defender), Hayden (Striker)

Warlocks: Wylie (Sunsinger), Rue (Voidwalker), Barom-9 (Stormcaller)

Hunters: Merric-4 (Gunslinger), Nikel (Nightstalker), Laila-5 (Bladedancer)

(Names are clickable and will take you to profiles, if a name isn’t clickable then it just means I haven’t finished their profile yet)

Daybreak Assets

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Nearly done with these profiles at last, all that’s left is Barom and then the handful of new characters in development. 

Character busts have also been updated, since Addy was waaaaaay too pale (though her hair may be the wrong color now, urf), Laila looked slightly cross-eyed (because of that damn unanimated right eye, @bungieteam please fix this ;;), and Rue’s eye color / face markings were wrong. 

Everything else is linked for convenience, and remember, this post is Stickied in my blog’s naviation as “Guardians”.

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Name / Nick: Juliet / Jules Nationality / Language(s): British / English Age / Birthday / Sign: 85 yrs. / October 28th, 2368 / Scorpio Date of Death / Date of Res: 2400 / 2663 Height / Weight: 5′6″ / 135 lbs. Species: Human Light class: Sunsinger (subs Stormcaller and occasionally Voidwalker) Faction alliance: New Monarchy / Praxic Order Ghost: Abacus Orientation / Status: Bisexual / Preoccupied Fireteam name / Call name: Not usually assigned to any one Fireteam, helps out wherever she’s told to or wants to; Our Methods are a little Unorthodox (occasionally) / Pheonix 

Vice / Virtue: Envy, Resentment / Persistence, Empathy Traits: seditious, fighter, coy, mysterious, fun-loving, gentle, kind, warmhearted, complex, reckless, intelligent, intellectual, good at reading the motives of others, protective, loyal, resolute, lonely, prudent Quirks: extremely flirtatious because she likes to make people feel happy, but hates having it acted on and will outright ignore people who take her too seriously; reckless in a fight though it almost always pays off; lost her previous wife very suddenly and still mourns her death / doesn’t like to talk about it; closed off with her personal matters but will listen and help if someone needs advice; not one to volunteer too much about herself too quickly when starting a relationship, people have to work hard to get close to her

About Around the tower, Juliet is known as an intelligent and sassy Warlock, with a fiery temper and a low tolerance for loose men (and women). Though coy in her demeanor, she means nothing more than her good intentions to lift people’s spirits and brighten their day by making them feel special. Adventurous and fearless, she takes to her role as a Praxic with both the intensity and playfulness only a Warlock could possess. 

Before the Gap, Juliet was a lot more open with strangers and prone to allowing herself to be open to the idea of falling in love. But after Wylie’s fickle heart, Nik’s death/disappearance at the Gap, and her wife’s death during the Hildean campaign years later, she has since closed off her heart to the idea of finding “another love” and focused soley on her responsibilities as a Guardian. Though she usually works alone, from time to time she will enlist the help of some of the other members of Daybreak, or her former partners Bennett and Chronos, running odd jobs for the Order or Ikora or the Cryptarch, sometimes fulfilling requests for some of the vendors within the City’s walls.