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[ indie Speaker from Destiny. Penned by Anna ] (est. 1/9/17)

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very carefully sets a flower crown on the speaker's head.

@saintxiv

   There is a moment of surprised silence as the Speaker stands, ( the mask of a face, blank as ever, )  but his posture practically bleeding CURIOSITY. ( one hand raises, to consider the flower crown upon his head, ) careful of the delicate petals & woven stems-- [ & then his head tilts, ] like there is a great smile, & when he speaks, the grin is in his voice.     “ You humble me, my friend, “   As always, he speaks with amicable kindness, & a warmth that is undeniable, [ sweet, & soft, &-- welcoming. ]    the voice of the Traveler, itself.  But his words are true-- ( never has he had a Guardian offer the beauty of this Earth to him before. He is touched. )          “ I cannot thank you enough. Perhaps I will--- keep it. For as long as its beauty lasts. “ 

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Nostalgia Critic quotes {Sentence Starters}

"Why does he get to call the shots?"

"It is not only bad, it is annoying. Ungodly annoying."

"This is the greatest movie I've ever seen in my life!"

"Maybe this won't be so horrible, after all."

"A prince, really? I, uh... never would've guessed."

"From the minute you hear it, it is never gonna leave your head."

"Hey, you! You want 20 bucks?"

"Surely spending your entire life just playing video games can't get you any kind of fame."

"I love you all! You're all so beautiful and innocent to me!"

"What kinda sick, crazy world is this?!"

"It's supercrapafuckerificexpialibullshit."

"Sorry, sorry, it's just- Wow, is this one bad!"

"Hey, kid! What do you want to see on TV?"

"It's honestly like talking to a kid on the ultimate of sugar highs."

"Looking back, I’ve noticed this is the stupidest idea in the entire world."

"Oh my god! That's blood!"

"I can safely say that I'm not the least bit happy!"

"Oh, well, I guess that's cool — WHA?!"

"Oh, it's you. How'd you get up here?"

"Alright, that's a little dark, but, you get what I'm getting at."

"Unbelievable, I mean just unbelievable."

"This is crazy! In every possible meaning of the word!"

"If I got shot in the head, then how did I survive?"

"Nothing can stop him. Nothing would dare."

"I don't know whether to give it to a scientist to examine or a priest to exorcise!"

"Look, I don't know why you're getting so angry-?"

"I'll never use a can of Raid again!"

"OK, it'd be gross, but imagine how many lives you could save!"

"So, no disrespect, I apologize, let's move on."

"Most people would consider that a little out of the norm."

"I really hope you people appreciate what I do for you."

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efridcct:

                “There is no need to apologize.” She didn’t expect to hear an apology, nor had she been expecting one. It’s silly of her, to suddenly feel lonely. She used to like the silence. Entire conversations could be had without words. And now… everything seems quieter. “I did not mean to imply that you have done anything wrong.”

  They’re fodder. It’s all they are. It’s all they’ve ever been. ( fodder for the darkness. ) Weapons of the Light. It’s a burden the Speaker carries daily, ( monthly. Yearly. ) He’s reminded of it with every Guardian that awakens. With every Guardian that dies-- with every Guardian that SURVIVES.  Somehow, he knows the apology is necessary.     “ No, no--  Do not feel guilt, Efrideet.  You have said nothing against me, I promise you that. “    He hesitates, then,  Caught in the guilt  & the anguish.  & then, behind his mask, he finds words to speak.   “ How are you? How is your mind?    How is your  h e a r t ? “

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efridcct:

                “Then I suppose that is why it has been so quiet lately.”

    He hesitates,  [ flinches with her words ] & can only offer to LOOK AWAY--     “ I must apologize, Efrideet,    for the things I didn’t say.       For the things I cannot tell you. “

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  “ When you do not know what to say,   oftentimes.... silence...       if the best answer. “

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   “ There are many tales told in The City to frighten children.      Lately, those tales have stopped.               Now, the children are frightened anyway. “                    - HOME - ASK - RULES - 

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ohsairus:

[☿] “Come now, is that really any way to treat a guest?? Your former pupil?? A fellow Guardian?? Tsk, tsk. Manners. I thought you would be the one to retain them even after all these years. I guess I really have been out of touch with the City and all who fester  inside of it.” The warped Warlock chuckled as he paced carefully around the Speaker and his books.

“This rude behavior is one of many reasons why my trials are held elsewhere.”

   Insults,  aimed at The Speaker’s amicability. At his kindness.  ( At the goodness he had once shown to Osiris, himself, )  in some attempt, perhaps, to make him feel GUILT.  Guilt, for exiling the Warlock who had strayed too far into the Darkness.  [ His fists clench ]   & though the Speaker makes no move to strike,  shows no sign of FURTHER AGITATION,  he can feel it in his chest--  (  Rage. Anger.   F E A R . )   “ You lost the titles of pupil, guest & Guardian    when you gave your soul to the love of Darkness,                          Osiris.       To me, you are no more than the Fallen creatures              that thrive within its blackness. “  His head tilts, then,  his mask catching the ethereal light of the great Traveler above  as his gaze follows the TRAITOR-- the banished.  ( Warily, carefully. )   On guard, for any false moves he might make.     “ I would hope the main reason your trials are held away from here    is because you are banished from these grounds.       What do you want from me, Osiris?        I have not the patience to hear you slander the name of Light. “ 

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  I’m alive but at what cost

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 It’s munday in 30 minutes  so here’s early pictures of me & my horses <3

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   “ There are many tales told in The City to frighten children.      Lately, those tales have stopped.               Now, the children are frightened anyway. “                    - HOME - ASK - RULES - 

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 when you don’t wanna use your playstation+ free trial coupon until after you’re done with your business so you can utilize the 30 days to the most  but you still can’t beat Oryx in the story mission solo  even after boosting your hunter to level 40 

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ℂ || STARTER CALL -- @komoidios

  The Speaker stands,  uneasy,    ( unsure, )  his head tilted in WEARY CONFUSION,  & tired MISUNDERSTANDING.  Below his mask,  he BLINKS,  swallows,  ( gazes with alarm after this... ethereal being. )    “ I-- must apologize.. -- “  [ he hesitates, his hands balling into fists at his sides. ]   Uneasy. Uncertain.       “  I do not recall saying something  f u n n y-- “ 

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ℂ STARTER CALL -- @ofargona

         “ There is no need to hide          any reverence you might have, my friend.               The Traveler is deserving                 of all the awe that we can possibly muster. “    ( His masked face is turned, )    upwards, toward the great sphere     that looms in the wide, expanding sky,    blooming with HOPE--   ( with promise for the future. )         “ You must come for a reason--   is it to seek knowledge? Peace, perhaps?        Or is it the desire for strength? “ 

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ℂ || STARTER CALL -- @efridcct

    “ Is there anything you miss, Efrideet,     from the old world?     Before the collapse? “    His tone is gentle,  ( inquisitive )    like a child.     “ I miss tea.     Yes, & scones. The sweet kind. “ 

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ℂ || STARTER CALL  -- @radcgast

   How many years had passed   since the great collapse?   How many decades-     centuries, even-    had flown by  as the world around them crumbled?  & now, the Traveler,    a dying hope, hung above the remains of humanity,   a weakened protector.   It could do little more than watch over them, these days-  but now its duty to save had been passed down.   Gifted upon those of great bravery,  of great strength.   ( The Iron Lords--      & this, their leader. )  Humanity’s new protectors.     “ You must be weary.   Please, make yourself comfortable;     you deserve every moment of rest you can get. “   The Speaker regards Radegast    with detached weariness--  Perhaps a gratefulness    that slicks his words with patience,  & a tone barely above a murmur.    “ You’ve done more for the City than you know--   You are its protector,    its   g u a r d i a n .      & for that, we are indebted to you-- “