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@operator-lux
{ Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without.
1. Gara. Though Volt was her first, out of all her Warframes, she bonded the most to Gara.
2. Honestly, her Void abilities. As much as she hates them at times, and the circumstances as to why she has them, she knows no other way to be and overtime has learned to accept them as part of her.
3. Ordis, whom she thinks of as her best friend.
Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions
Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer:
Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside? The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child? Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet? Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had? Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror? Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance? Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential? Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others? Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities? Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back. Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain? Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach? Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma? Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker? Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without. Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot? Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream? Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them? The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in? Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment? Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life? Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day? Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions? Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable. Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying. Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something? Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone? Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?
Lux often is tired/exhausted after fighting Sentients. Because she tends to rely more on her Void abilities when fighting them, she puts a great strain on herself as a result. But a good day or so of rest after such a fight helps her get back on her feet easy enough.
🍏 (Something they secretly wish didn’t exist)
“The Orokin. I don’t care if they’re the ones who taught me to fight, or control my powers, or created the Warframes- they forced me to become this because they had no other use for me!”
Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets
🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret
🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret
🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs
🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist
🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist
❤️- For a secret crush
📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like
👁🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike
🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about
🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about
💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others
🏹- For a talent they wish they had
👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone
☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps
🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)
📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)
📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)
🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse
❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!
ooordis:
”It’s not like I’LL GET FRIED TO A CCCRISP – oh, absolutely, Operator! You will soon find it more to your liking, I hope.” He - albeit somewhat reluctantly - adjusted the temperature. It wouldn’t be long until the Orbiter warmed up; there was plenty of heat being stored as the engines ran. “It is about to reach a cozy +23 degrees Celsius. I hope this pleases the Operator.”
The cephalon completed another scan in order to update his logs. He wasn’t satisfied with the statistics. He had to do something.
“There isn’t anything like the vast, cold and unforgiving emptiness of space, is there, Operator?” Ordis, you idiot cephalon. She doesn’t need to hear about the abyss that could engulf us at any time right now. “…N-not that it was a concern.”
“Uh, Lux…? If there is anything you would like to talk about - truly, anything at all - Ordis is here for you! Hm… Earlier you mentioned falling. In the dream. What was it like?”
She can feel the space around her getting warmer, and it helps soothe her troubled mind; allowing herself to relax into the blanket she had around herself. She mutters a quiet “thank you.”
Hearing her name spoken and the assurances pulled at Lux’s heart, and yet set her at ease. Lotus may be gone, she may have betrayed them, but Ordis was still here. He had always been there. The pure simplicity of that fact made her want to cry, knowing she would always have him. His words were true.
“I-I know.” Her voice shook as she spoke. “I know. You always have been.” And to think, she almost broke him- she could have seriously hurt him- when she used the Vitruvian to- No, thinking about that won’t help ether.
He asked about the dream, and Lux decided to try and explain it. “It’s, um- that’s not the easiest thing to explain. It’s like... nothing. And I’m not trying to brush it off; it’s just nothing, nothing but the sensation of air rushing past you. The ground cracked beneath my feet, and the shadows came rushing in, and the air was cold, and...” She trailed off, closing her eyes and curling into herself.
ooordis:
“I suppose so… No, you’re right, Operator. Best not to wallow in the past!”
Although Lux seemed to be wide awake, Ordis decided to keep an eye on her. Just in case. Her body temperature seemed to drop by a few decimals. She was out of bed. The cephalon’s sensors followed her as she left the room.
“Don’t stay up too long, Lux, there are missions waiting for you tomorrow!”
Ordis turned on the smaller lights ahead of her and opened doors as fast as he could manage. At the same time he was also managing the incubator segment and the foundry that buzzed quietly at all times; truly, what would become of the Operator’s ship if he had to sleep?
“Are you cold, Operator? Should Ordis increase the room temperature? Currently it’s +19 degrees Celsius. It’s better for the foundry when it’s cool – and you, Operator! I’ve calculated in what temperatures you achieve the best quality of sleep and settled for 19 degrees. No need to thank me.”
More missions upon missions; it was like that a lot of the time. She knew Ordis meant well by what he said, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. She only made a small noise of acknowledgement to that in response.
“A little. Yes please, if it’s okay with you.” Lux muttered.
Eventually, she got to the front of the ship and settled down near the nav console. She stretched her stiff leg out before she pulled her blanket tighter around herself and decided to stare out onto the landscape of stars. There were truly some beautiful sights out here; out in that vast infinite. A beautiful, dark, cold expanse.
Like her dream.
Lux shudders, biting her lip and telling herself not to think about it. It was just a dream; just a dream….
[ CEPHALON ORDIS ] from WARFRAME ————— + + ♦ + + —————-
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independent RP blog | semi-selective | OC, AU & crossover friendly
ooordis:
“The Zariman?“ The cephalon’s voice was full of wonder. He didn’t possess much knowledge on the matter, only bits here and there. He knew of the horrors, though; things that had no plausible explanation, death, corruption…
“Operator, do you think your memories are returning in the form of… dreams?”
Ordis couldn’t say whether it was inherently a bad or a good thing the old, forgotten memories surfaced again; the pain caused by those events could do more harm than good (something he knew himself all too well). On the other hand, perhaps the memories could serve as an adequate distraction in Lotus’ absence. If the dreams meant anything at all.
“If it is so, do you wish to recover the lost memories? Maybe… Maybe there are answers in those events. Answers to the more, uh, recent things that have happened. Though I do admit it SCARES THE – worries me. What you may uncover.“
Lux considered the question, running her fingers over the void markings on her forehead. She supposed it could be possible. She’d experienced a similar thing before when she was still technically “asleep”; before she realized what her true self was. Those ones were more recognizable though, where as these ones were fragmented. The earliest memory she can recall was after the accident.
“Maybe? It was years ago, and the furthest I can recall is when I woke up after.” But they were still nightmares, and they were not going to provide insight into anything more recent. “Maybe it’s best they’re left alone. I don’t see how they would give me answers.”
Calmer now, she takes her blanket and wraps it around her shoulders before leaving her bed. She felt a bit chilled, but it was probably just in her head. Her left leg felt a bit stiff as well, but it wasn’t anything to worry about.
“I’m gonna come up front for a bit, okay?” Lux says, making to leave her room.
ooordis:
“You did not, Operator. Ordis was watching you sleep the whole time. I have recorded your sleeping patterns each time you’ve rested and I must say, never has your diagram reached this point, not even when the Lotu–” he paused abruptly, knowing all too well mentioning the recent events would do more harm than good. “Er, don’t worry about Ordis, Operator.”
He let the Tenno gather herself before continuing. She had been through so much already, and Ordis would never forgive himself if he one day pushed her an inch too far.
“Would you like to talk about it? The dream? I’ve heard it often helps to talk about your problems – not that I’d know, Ordis is just a ship cephalon – but I would love to hear all about your terrible, gory nightmares!“
Not surprising. She didn’t mean to make him worry, but of course he would notice if se had a nightmare. He was always there; he always had been. It wasn’t like how she had-
Lux stops that line of thought; it wasn’t good for her. Just focus on her friend’s voice.
She leaned her head back at the offer, and it almost made her laugh. “I know, I know.” Maybe it would help; she needed a distraction anyway. It wasn’t like she was going back to sleep anytime soon. Not that she wanted to.
“I, um, think I dreamed of the Zariman again; the accident.” She says. “Not much, just.. vague flashes of images. It was so cold and... and I was falling. Everything was falling.”
ooordis:
The numbers change rapidly, lines dance and ripple like a restless ocean. A constant stream of data. Peculiar how everything the Operator is - or anything, really - can be translated into a string of numbers, yet at the same time it makes perfect sense.
A sudden rise. The stats climb up, higher and higher. The ocean stirs. A pause. The Operator is awake, but the numbers won’t go down.
”Operator! Your delta-waves, they’ve spiked through the roof,” the cephalon exclaims. “Are you all right? Operator?”
“Is there anything I can do? Perhaps Ordis needs to revise your diet. More carbohydrates. Or perhaps — is… something troubling you, Lux?”
His voice startles her at first, causing her grip on her blanket to tighten. No- it’s just Ordis. Ordis. There was no reason to be afraid.
A shaky sigh escapes her as she moves to sit up in bed, a hand to her head. “I-I think, maybe... I don’t know. Bad dream. I...” She pauses, this time pushing her hair back. “It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before. Give me a minute...”
Was she okay? No, probably not. She knew exactly how she was when things got like this. Scattered, torn pieces of memory she only vaguely knew liked to haunt her dreams it seemed. And poor Ordis; worrying about her.
“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Lux asked, though she knew he probably didn’t sleep.
Night Terrors {closed starter for ooordis}
Her memories only go back so far, anything beyond that lost to the shadows of her past. Still sometimes they found their way to the surface, and when they did, it was while she dreamed.
The echo of footsteps down the darkened corridor. The world being pulled out from under her feet. The walls split and crack and she looks around in fear. Someone is reaching for her but their fingers slip through her hands as a shadow rips them from her. Everything is falling, and she's falling, and the Void waits for her; to kill her and change her-
Lux doesn't scream this time, but she wakes in such a panic that she fails around for a moment before pushing herself up against the wall her bed sat against and tugged her blanket near. With wide eyes she trembled, her mind still stuck in panic mode from the visions she saw.
For a few minutes Lux remains like this, until she finally seems to be relaxing. Stars, she hated these nights.
Lux when she first meets Simaris: Why did he call me Hunter- sir, get out of my face please :/
Lux anytime she talks to Simaris afterward and he's just five inches from her face always: *gives a "I am dead inside" look*
One Word Writing Prompts
Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.
01. — first 02. — kiss 03. — final 04. — numb 05. — broken 06. — wings 07. — melody 08. — rules 09. — chocolate 10. — nostalgia 11. — heartbeat 12. — stranger 13. — confusion 14. — bitter 15. — afterlife 16. — daybreak 17. — audience 18. — endless 19. — fireworks 20. — wishing 21. — birthday 22. — tomorrow 23. — oppression 24. — agony 25. — return 26. — protection 27. — boxes 28. — hope 29. — preparation 30. — beautiful 31. — lies 32. — underneath 33. — hide 34. — diary 35. — unforeseen 36. — conditional 37. — gone 38. — clear 39. — heartache 40. — wired 41. — insanity 42. — foolish 43. — words 44. — study 45. — love 46. — skies 47. — stars 48. — lucky 49. — shake 50. — punctual
Lux finishes applying the new upgrades to her Archwing, then pausing, distracted by a thought if just taking the device now and flying around out in open space, if only for a few minutes.
Maybe she'll be given a mission soon that would require the use of her Archwing.
((Aahhh!!! My new Primes are done, they're so pretty!!
Also Lux is just staring at them like "so shiny...."
Also working on upgrading my Prime archwing and then gonna take on the 'Jordas Precept' quest.
Purpleee
