Ur'za The Voidwalker

"My only real love is the Void, everything else is just means to an end..." Ur'za --------------------------- Independent Destiny RP Blog sideblog to @yourstrulyxmerc

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She only frowned back at him for a moment, genuinely worried. That was his or of someone he knew? Either way she kept it hidden in her hands to don’t catch the attention of anyone around them, hoping that they wouldn’t think them negatively as sort of “necromancers” of Ghosts.

“Uhm…better, definitely better.” She lastly said with a low nod and a small sigh of relief, hoping he stabilised somehow from that visible shock.

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The Ghost did in fact belong to him, its shell crystallised as though in amethyst, but as beautiful as it looked, it was empty of any of its former Light. He just couldn't bear holding onto it any longer than he had.

It gave him nightmares even in his waking mind.

"Follow me" He instructed quietly, walking across to a door way and scanning a keycard of some description to open it. Inside was dimly lit but covered in candles of dark wax, the scent was strangely of lavender, almost like an altar.

"Do you drink coffee? Or perhaps you prefer something relaxing like tea?" He offered.

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She nodded slowly, she was way too used to call others in a formal way, soon even her closest friends. It seemed more polite that, she agreed too. Then she kept her watchful gaze upon him and her Ghost, noticing that honestly he wasn’t harming it in any way as promised. That seemed a relief.

“E-Excuse me..?” The Ghost stammered upon hearing, though merely, his whispered words.

Since the Light of Ethel was bounded with the Ghost as well, she appeared contemplating that question. Her head then lowered to look at the floor at their feet while the Ghost diligently remained in his watch.

“Too many things honestly, from personal matters, past and present ones, to my public duties. Too many burdens honestly, but I’ll continue to push them back and simply live with them.”

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Ur'za seemed distracted, his eyes briefly widened as he watched a shadowed corner as though he could see something moving there. He probably did have a few loose screws from how long he had spent in the Darkness.

“Listen… they speak from the shadows” He murmured, very quietly, but whatever was going on in his head was disturbed when Ethel spoke again and he seemed to regain his calm though only briefly. “Running away never saved anyone. They come for you when you least expect it, slowly, very slowly… they never run, they always walk. And they wait, when you are tired, when you stop to rest, that’s when they’re closest”

The oracle stopped his crazy muttering, grasping Ethel’s hand unexpectedly, but only briefly, pushing something into her palm. “You may be strong, Ethel, but you’re Light is delicate. Protect yourself first, and remember…” He suddenly fell silent, staring at the floor. What was he about to say?

The object in her hand was a Dead Ghost.

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Voices? Shadows? Chasing? That was all referred to her or not? Thoughts kept to rush messily in her head until she felt pulled by him to receieve the ominous object. Her eyes widened in terror and commiseration, letting out a choked gasp at the sole feeling that it was dead.

“Where…where did you found it?” She asked back in a low tone to don’t be heard by other annoying ears around, hiding it well in her hands pressed on her chest.

Her expression then appeared puzzled when he fell into that sort of aphatic state, hoping it wasn’t something serious.

“Ur'za..?”

The Ghost took the moment to reach again its Guardian as fast as it could. It seemed that it was done of this situation, but not Ethel.

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Ur'za held his head, feeling like it was going to explode with pain. Having visions never came easy, and it always gave him a terrible headache afterwards.

He looked ready to collapse, but he took a moment to sit down on one of the nearby barrels, muttering to himself about something or the other.

The sound of his name on her lips got him to look up, his dark hair falling messily before his scorching eyes and he had to take a moment to brush it back.

"Would you like a drink, Ethel?" He asked quietly, not answering the question about the Dead Ghost.

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She nodded slowly, she was way too used to call others in a formal way, soon even her closest friends. It seemed more polite that, she agreed too. Then she kept her watchful gaze upon him and her Ghost, noticing that honestly he wasn’t harming it in any way as promised. That seemed a relief.

“E-Excuse me..?” The Ghost stammered upon hearing, though merely, his whispered words.

Since the Light of Ethel was bounded with the Ghost as well, she appeared contemplating that question. Her head then lowered to look at the floor at their feet while the Ghost diligently remained in his watch.

“Too many things honestly, from personal matters, past and present ones, to my public duties. Too many burdens honestly, but I’ll continue to push them back and simply live with them.”

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Ur'za seemed distracted, his eyes briefly widened as he watched a shadowed corner as though he could see something moving there. He probably did have a few loose screws from how long he had spent in the Darkness.

"Listen... they speak from the shadows" He murmured, very quietly, but whatever was going on in his head was disturbed when Ethel spoke again and he seemed to regain his calm though only briefly. "Running away never saved anyone. They come for you when you least expect it, slowly, very slowly... they never run, they always walk. And they wait, when you are tired, when you stop to rest, that's when they're closest"

The oracle stopped his crazy muttering, grasping Ethel's hand unexpectedly, but only briefly, pushing something into her palm. "You may be strong, Ethel, but you're Light is delicate. Protect yourself first, and remember..." He suddenly fell silent, staring at the floor. What was he about to say?

The object in her hand was a Dead Ghost.

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Ethel stood there like petrified for a moment, he knew, or better say saw them, and he recognised one! It’s hard to remeber even a single Rune, but he got well both what those were and what he held from the bag, and that was enough for her.

“That Rune is the Cosmic Consciousness, let’s point it as that innate wisdom, yes. It is the Rune of water, intuition, sensitiveness, telephaty and clairvoyance… it’s the Font of Mimir, where Odin tossed in one of his eyes to gain the gift of prophecy.” She merely explained, overwhelmed by a concealed excitement over his words.

“Well, guess it suits you indeed. It tells to me that maybe you did as Odin to have this gift, or not? Where did you got all that knowledge, or powers in general? What you had to sacrifice to see beyond this reality?” 

Respect is earned, that was sure, but right now he got her full attentions.

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“Odin, huh… Norse” Ur'za massaged his temples lightly. “Fehu, Uruz, Thurisaz, Ansuz, Raido… all the way to Dagaz” He closed his eyes for a moment as he thought over the information that came to him.

Her excitement was fascinating, but the former Warlock needed a moment, leaning a hand on the wall in an unsteady manner. “It was no eye of mine that I had to give for this… nor can I call it a gift of prophecy as he did” Ur'za let out a light sigh as he looked across at her.

“Aye, sacrifice I did… so many things taken from me, torn away,” He had lost the only family he had known, cast away in the darkness and left to drown. “If I had this sight back then… perhaps a million deaths could have been avoided. Visions are not a gift, Ethel… they are a blind man’s curse”

“Will you return my favour then..?” He inquired after a brooding moment, his eyes fixing on Sirius. “Will you allow me to see your Ghost?”

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“I see, I know how it feels to live with a burden inside in the end.”

The Ghost narrowed its shell like it was pouting at him, but the hands of Ethel grabbed it gently to draw it out from its attention for a moment.

“Alright, a promise is still a promise, Sir…” She hummed before she set it free in front of him and gain back the sack of runes.

Sirius looked uncomfortable in front of him, but it did its best to don’t panic.

“Ahem uh…m-my Guardian gave me the name Sirius because huh…that was the first thing which came into her mind after she stared at the night sky almost a whole night, two days after she got revived. She…She wasn’t able to speak so she communicated through those runes. What you got was the one I translated for simply ‘water’.”

It tried to have a small chatter with him to prepare itself for any tactical escape or simply to make him more friendly.

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"Call me Ur'za, I abhor unnecessary formality" The oracle requested, perhaps not liking formalities too much or maybe because 'sir' made him feel old.

Sirius, as a Ghost and an a creation of Light, would probably be able to sense Ur'za's Darkness better than a Guardian. There were no threads of Light about him, he was wholly consumed, just like the Hive. In fact, almost like... Eris Morn.

"Don't be nervous, Sirius..." His hands hovered close to the Ghost, but never once touched it. He seemed fascinated by the way it floated about nervously, the glow of his eyes seeming stronger. "Would your Light be enough to revive a Dead Ghost, I wonder...?" The words were whispered, as though he was contemplating his thoughts aloud, but he was so difficult to understand and very secretive about himself which made him seem cold.

After a prolonged silence of merely staring at the Ghost, he turned to its owner. "Is something bothering you, Ethel?" That question seemed random.

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Ethel stood there like petrified for a moment, he knew, or better say saw them, and he recognised one! It’s hard to remeber even a single Rune, but he got well both what those were and what he held from the bag, and that was enough for her.

“That Rune is the Cosmic Consciousness, let’s point it as that innate wisdom, yes. It is the Rune of water, intuition, sensitiveness, telephaty and clairvoyance… it’s the Font of Mimir, where Odin tossed in one of his eyes to gain the gift of prophecy.” She merely explained, overwhelmed by a concealed excitement over his words.

“Well, guess it suits you indeed. It tells to me that maybe you did as Odin to have this gift, or not? Where did you got all that knowledge, or powers in general? What you had to sacrifice to see beyond this reality?” 

Respect is earned, that was sure, but right now he got her full attentions.

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“Odin, huh… Norse” Ur'za massaged his temples lightly. “Fehu, Uruz, Thurisaz, Ansuz, Raido… all the way to Dagaz” He closed his eyes for a moment as he thought over the information that came to him.

Her excitement was fascinating, but the former Warlock needed a moment, leaning a hand on the wall in an unsteady manner. “It was no eye of mine that I had to give for this… nor can I call it a gift of prophecy as he did” Ur'za let out a light sigh as he looked across at her.

“Aye, sacrifice I did… so many things taken from me, torn away,” He had lost the only family he had known, cast away in the darkness and left to drown. “If I had this sight back then… perhaps a million deaths could have been avoided. Visions are not a gift, Ethel… they are a blind man’s curse”

“Will you return my favour then..?” He inquired after a brooding moment, his eyes fixing on Sirius. “Will you allow me to see your Ghost?”

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eyeofjustice:

“Hmph. You sounds more like a ‘polymath’ than anything. At least where I come from we respect people like you with that gift…” She confessed as she felt a bit more comfortable around him now upon knowing his title and appreciating that he knows the meaning of her name, one of the things she is proud of.

A small challenging smile appeared once she citated her homeland. After a quick glance on her own Ghost she looked back at him.

“Let’s see if you know about this, Ur’za.”

In one of her belt pockets she took out a small, modest and worn out sack, passing the ignare personal treasure over his hands and lay it on. It wasn’t too heavy, like there were some sort of stones inside there , tingling through the movements of his fingers.

“You can look inside and pick one of them. If you do know the ancient language over them, then you could earn my respect, let’s see if trust too.”

“Respect is earned, Ethel. Never give your respect away too easily.” Ur’za advised, closing his eyes briefly before looking across to one of the guards patrolling nearby.

Her smile, however, catches his attention again. It was an expression he thought suited her more than the angry look she had given him earlier.

The oracle watched her closely as she retrieved the small bag, the glow of his eyes like a warm fire. He seemed puzzled when she set it so easily in his hand. Did she trust him not to steal it? He didn’t need to open the sack to know that what was inside was very precious indeed.

“There are quite a number of them in here...” His thick lashes fluttered slightly as he focused on the item in his hand. “Are they... runes?” He inquired uncertainly as he carefully opened the bag like it was a treasured relic. He probably sensed that it meant something to her.

“Very ancient indeed... I have not seen the likes of these in person, but a vision...” Ur’za carefully removed his glove, silver rings glittering on his fingers as he touched one of the runes. “A language like this no longer exists in the archives. This one they call Laguz... it’s linked with water. Something... related to an innate wisdom... no, knowledge. Almost like the dreams of the soul.” He looked towards her, the light frown of concentration leaving him. “Am I right?”

[yourstrulyxmerc]

“There are some paths we forged ourselves and others we could not begin to imagine, but the best ones are those we forge among friends, allies and the ones that become family” -Ur'za

The Fireteam that died without a name because you don’t put names to a family. They are simply just that… family.

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eyeofjustice:

“I don’t need it, anything related to the Iron Lords are no matter of mine—”

Her eyes widened in shock, a shock that soon turned in anger.

“How do you know my name?” She asked threateningly through her gritted teeth and her fists clenched to keep a hold on herself and her Arc.

“D-Don’t overcharge already..!” The Ghost warned in a low whisper while she glared at him.

The trade disappeared from her mind, she wanted to know how him, a totally stranger, knew her name. She lived mostly under a pseudonym to keep herself safe in the City for dangerous missions, it seemed impossible that her name was spoiled like that to reach even the Reef, if that was true.

Ur’za did not seem threatened by her anger, eyes glittering with interest at her display of power instead. Or perhaps he was amused by the fact he got it right.

“Calm down, let me introduce myself” His left hand was held to his chest, over his heart as he bowed in the way Warlocks normally did. “I am Ur’za, an oracle to some and a liar to others.” When he straightened up, he gave her a smile that would have been pleasant if his eyes did not look so cold.

“Ethel... your name means noble” His left hand, which had a partially missing ring finger, was held out, offering her a small vial of Spectral Dust. “Take this, I am not what you should be afraid of.”

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as a warlock, have you ever learned a secret about the universe that was so dark that you lost sleep for a couple of nights

“There are visions...” A long pause and a second attempt to answer.

“... there are visions which refuse to leave me. Things which if spoken out loud in the day time would make your spine twist and your body shrivel in fear.” The last words were spoken with a hazy detachment, as though answering in a daydream.

“Some I would warn of, but they call me a false oracle, a liar... Many a night were lost dwelling, sleep is a very rare thing to come by among the clairvoyant... there is death lingering nearby, always death” Lava eyes flicker across to a shadowed corner as though watching something move, voice soft and barely above a whisper.

“But I am no light wielder, those Warlocks and their fanciful visions are deluded by the wishful words of their Speaker. These whispers of the universe are cruel and foreshadow a terrible time for those... Guardians.” Ur’za crosses his arms over his chest, appearing to hold himself as though stricken by a gust of cold. 

“You would do well to stay away from them” Is added in a lighter tone.

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A rush of Arc lit up through the lightening scars on her right face, a warning and a tension rising from that question. Was he like Variks? Or he wanted to steal it? She shot a glare at him, but she tried to remain polite on the surface at least.

In the meantime Sirius flew close to her, almost huddled between her neck and shoulder, fearing that he had some bad intentions as well.

“For what reason? It’s just an ordinary Ghost with a Vanguard shell, sir.” She plainly described, hoping it was enough for him to know about unless it was sort of important.

“M-My Guardian is right! I am a clean Ghost! I even polish myself twice a week!” The Ghost rushly agreed with an awkward laugh above the frightened tone.

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The tension in her was practically vibrating around her, a light smile painting his dark lips at the observation. “You are afraid of me, Guardian?” He asked quietly, closing his palm for a moment before opening it again. A glittering medallion- no, an Iron Lord Artifact- appeared in his hand and he held it up.

“I will trade you the Memory of Skorri, I only wish to see your Ghost” The item was waved about idly. “Unless of course.. you do not want the artifact?” The medallion vanished again as he turned his attention to Sirius.

“You imply that I would dirty your shell? Curious little ball of light, are you not?” His eyes turned to the Guardian again, burning brightly for a moment and he seemed unsteady, holding his head in his hands as he concentrated. “Your name... is Ethel? Am I right?” He asked uncertainly. Had he just guessed her name?

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eyeofjustice:

The other Awoken looked like she had before a quarrell with someone, but she decided anyway to give him back a glance upon being called. If his tone was any lower, she’d thought it was just another whisper in her head.

Calmly turning and then stopping to see him clearly, she squared him a moment before straightening her posture and nod at him, as to accept his quiet plea.

“Yes? Anything or anyone to report?” She replied back with a low tone as well in case the object of his ask was here nearby.

The oracle read her gaze as though she was in some distress, perhaps due to the quarrell, his softly glowing eyes fixated on her face, the slightest tilt of his head causing dark locks to slip free. 

“I have little interest in those around me, but...” He took a moment to push his unruly hair back, coming a step or two closer. “Your Ghost, may I see your Ghost?” It may have sounded odd as a request, but his intentions were difficult to read. “I will give you something in return” Oh yes, he was some kind of vendor.

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@eyeofjustice

Ur'za looked up from the swirling mass of void throbbing gently in his palm, the small nova glittering with shades of blues and purples like a galaxy on its own. But no, the void was an object of interest, not a pass time- a devotion.

This one person, on the other hand, had caught his temporary attention.

“Guardian…” He called quietly, voice barely above a whisper so as to not attract the attention of the Queen’s guard patrolling the Vestian Outpost. “A favour?” Should they choose to come closer, his tone would resume its natural volume, a quiet rumble disrupted very lightly by a difficult to identify accent.

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Artist: XMerc

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“Variks the Loyal does not trust easily. His own kind look down on him, but he remains close to the Queen. Do not expect him to open up to you.” Ur'za had been in the Reef long enough to know a lot of the people who worked there.

The insult was met with a scoff and a smirk as the Radiant Shard vanished as though by magic. “The secrets of the universe, Exa-Cro, have not done you any good. I would not benefit from them either nor would I get back that which I have lost, realistically, I would rather have that which is real and tangible than philosophical nonsense” But he really didn’t care much for what the other thought of him and took note of the mentioned route for later use. The Speaker was wary of him and only allowed him near the Tower on occasions which wasn’t very profitable.

“My eyes, Exa-Cro, have seen a lot more than half the people you know. But it would have been impolite of me to not offer. You would be surprised what I have seen Exo Guardians consume” He shrugged with an exasperated tone as he began to slowly walk towards one of the hatches, scanning his hand on it to get it open and walking inside.

It was surprisingly warmer inside here and the smell of food from one of the mess halls wafted out as they passed it through a confusing network of hallways and passages.

[ask-an-artistic-exo]

(Fuck, I forgot about this, I am sooooo sorry)

When the awoken spoke of the uselessness of philosophical concepts, the exo said nothing. However, his aura expressed an amused knowingness. It was as if you could almost see a coy smile forming on the exos mouthless face. He remained mute and simply followed Ur'Za as he led him towards the bar.

When the awoken became exasperated at the exo’s little quip, exacro only laughed all the harder. He crawled in after the awoken into the bar, rapidly scanning his surrounding emmediatly upon entering. It seemed to take him considerable effort to stop the mad spinning and wrestle back control of his body. Even with this complication, he continued on his merry way. Exacro did not notice the smell and barely registered the heat since many of his receptors had been broken long ago.

As soon as they entered, the other patrons in the bar looked towards them. Some with confusion, some with contempt, but all with surprise veiled or otherwise. The exo could read faces like an open book. He ignored their look though, giving the impression of not noticing the many hostile glances.

One thing that the exo did notice was that as soon as they entered the bar, the outpost guard that had been standing near them talked into a hidden comm and walked towards the entrance of the bar. He took mental note of this.

Exacro was surprised at the complexity of the maze inside the bar. He made sure to stay close to the heels of the awoken and asked, “is there a specific spot you are looking for?”

[ask-an-artistic-exo]

@oracleofthevoid

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Ur'za continued to walk, whispers in the wind were something he was accustomed to.

'There he is... the mad visionary... the false prophet' and things to that effect always followed him, though this time he took notice only slightly more than usual because they were questioning the broken Exo following at his heels.

"No, not broken..." He muttered to himself, shaking his head lightly to dispel the dazed feeling that always accompanied the start of a vision or an unwelcome memory resurfacing, but it was shattered by the grinding voice of his companion.

The Warlock's attention was divided. "Specific in the sense of out of the way and comfortable" He responded, often lingering in the darker areas and out of the way of bright lights. It was perhaps what made his skin look all the more ashen in colour.

"Do you still serve as a Guardian, Exa-cro?" He inquired, perhaps by way of making conversation, anything to distract his mind as he finally found a booth towards the back, well out of the way. A stray young Awoken male scampered out of Ur'za's path at a brief glare from the void-obsessed visionary.

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"Variks the Loyal does not trust easily. His own kind look down on him, but he remains close to the Queen. Do not expect him to open up to you." Ur'za had been in the Reef long enough to know a lot of the people who worked there.

The insult was met with a scoff and a smirk as the Radiant Shard vanished as though by magic. "The secrets of the universe, Exa-Cro, have not done you any good. I would not benefit from them either nor would I get back that which I have lost, realistically, I would rather have that which is real and tangible than philosophical nonsense" But he really didn't care much for what the other thought of him and took note of the mentioned route for later use. The Speaker was wary of him and only allowed him near the Tower on occasions which wasn't very profitable.

"My eyes, Exa-Cro, have seen a lot more than half the people you know. But it would have been impolite of me to not offer. You would be surprised what I have seen Exo Guardians consume" He shrugged with an exasperated tone as he began to slowly walk towards one of the hatches, scanning his hand on it to get it open and walking inside.

It was surprisingly warmer inside here and the smell of food from one of the mess halls wafted out as they passed it through a confusing network of hallways and passages.