”I miss my Strength of the Pack.”
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”I miss my Strength of the Pack.”
Feeling Lonely
from here
Now usually, when Cayde found that he was lonely, which was fairly often when he went about ten or so minutes without anyone to talk to, he would get out there and find someone to talk to. But this time was different. This late-night loneliness was something that changed the definition of lonely for Cayde.
This was something that spending some time with friends might not be able to fix. Tonight, Cayde decided he might not want to reach out. He never really does when he gets like this.
It’s his own problem that he doesn’t want to deal with.
So he sits there in the dark, a little, empty glass in his fist, leaning heavily on the table he sits at with his other hand against his forehead to prop his head up. His eyes are dark, “closed” for an exo, and he’s very, very quiet.
The door’s been left open just an unfortunate crack, enough for an unexpected passerby to peer into the dimly lit room. The only real light comes from the Traveler through the window, washes over the Hunter Vanguard sitting alone in the dark. One might think he’d fallen asleep there doing something else.
Atsuko-5 doesn't operate on superstition.
She’s not a religious person. She was before she was remade into machine parts and electronics. She hasn’t been that person in a very, very long time.
She does have a gut feeling that she listens to, even if she doesn’t have a gut per se. Exominds have been created to emulate humans in many ways, but this is something that has been developed independently of Clovis Bray and their exoscience division.
nightfall for the prompts? Any muse
He had, of course, heard the term nightfall before, but had not known the true sense of the term until he had actually been on one.
His first nightfall was...par for the course, his commanding officer would later report.
“FUCK!”
“Yep,” said the aforementioned commanding officer, a Captain Yue Qiangshuang.
He turned to glare at her, the effect severely lessened due to his wearing a helmet.
“Hurts, don’t it.” That statement of the obvious came from Yue’s second in command, an Exo Hunter named Atsuko-5.
“Yes, a little bit,” he snapped back at her, shaking his hand vigorously in an attempt to return feeling to it. His Ghost, renamed Aier from his ridiculous former nickname of Pulled Pork, was already healing him.
“You don’t have to keep shaking it,” the purple Ghost told him in a cheery voice. “I’ll have it feeling better soon, I promise!”
Uldren Sov managed a smile despite his annoyance and discomfort at being hit with an arc bolt. “I know, Aier. I’ll stop, then.” The Ghost had its moments of insanely perky behavior, but he had won Uldren over with his good nature, disposition, and overall sweetness.
The little ball of Light genuinely cared for him in a way that made him want to shelter Aier from all of the bad in the world, just so that he could retain that sweet innocence for a moment longer.
He blinked and shook his head, turning to face his fellow Awoken teammate, the medic, Jonathan Martin Severin. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“I asked if it felt better.” Though it was unnecessary for him to do, Severin took Uldren’s hand into his and made a cursory inspection. In doing so, the younger man slowly stroked his thumb along the inside of Uldren’s wrist.
Oh, you little shit. Though it was through glove and gauntlet, Uldren could still feel the touch. You’re seriously doing that while we’re on my first nightfall. Right then. I’m going to team kill you.
“I’m fine,” he said, pulling his hand away. He swore he could hear Severin grinning behind his helmet.
Yue sighed and motioned for them to get into formation. “Once more, with feeling.”
Uldren got back into position and readied himself for another try at completing his first nightfall mission...and team kill of one frisky Severin.
Yes. I did it. I took a selfie with Cayde. Mostly because no one thought I would.
🖊 for any of your OCs?
The Titan
💐 - Favorite type of flower (for everyoonnee)
💐 —Favorite Type Of Flower: Another of Yue’s favorite flowers is the 富贵花 or the peony. She is particularly fond of the Da Fu Gui variant as it resembles the English rose with its double flowering.
💐 — Favorite Type Of Flower: Atsuko’s favorite type of flower is the 雛芥子 or the red poppy. The flower is meant to symbolize being fun-loving, but Atsuko simply enjoys the bright red coloring with the black center as well as the paper-like quality of the petals.
💐 — Favorite Type Of Flower: Severin’s favorite flower is the Eustoma. While the flower blooms in multiple colors including pink, white, and blue, the brilliant purple and indigo shades of the flower remind him of the amethyst crystals of the Dreaming City.
Welcome to Death’s Deserters
“What do you do think you’ll get this Dawning?”
“Hmm?”
“Wait...we’re being watched.”
“What?”
“I said, we’re being watched.”
“From where?”
“There,” the Exo hisses, pointing at you.
The Titan glances upwards from her reading and nearly spills her cup of coffee in the rush to set it down. “H-how...?”
“I don’t know,” comes the reply, through what sounds like grit teeth, if the Exo were to have teeth per se.
They are interrupted by a new companion. “Hey, Cap, so about thes—holy shit!” A Warlock enters the room and curses. He’s engrossed in an electronic pad until he sees you. “Who? What? Huh?!”
“Don’t know,” comes the response, said in unison.
After a long pause, the Titan speaks. “Guess I should do something.”
The Warlock, who now stands to the right of her, gives her a look, dipping his head down so as to narrow his eyes at her above his eyeglasses. “Really, Qianshuang? Just...something. That’s it. Something.”
“I didn’t finish my coffee,” she growls at him, before she rises from her seat. She gives you what seems to be an ill-fitting smile and offers a weak sounding laugh. “Um. Hi!” She waves. “So...this is odd. But here you are. Right. Well. We’re just having some breakfast...haven’t finished our coffee...not sure how you got up here, but you look like a citizen, so, uh, welcome?” She coughs and adjust her posture. She offers her hand to you and nods to her comrades. “Sorry for the jumpiness. Coffee. You know how it is. My name’s Yuè Qiangshuang and I’m the fireteam leader of our group. That’s Atsuko-5,” she nods to the Exo Hunter, who leans back in her chair and offers a casual salute.
The Titan then turns and stretches an arm toward the Warlock. “This is Jonathan Martin Severin,” she continues, “and we’re collectively called Death’s Deserters. We’re...I mean, we were part of the Wolf XIII clan...I guess we can restart that...” Her voice trails off and her smile fades.
Atsuko-5 walks over to her fireteam leader and gives her a nudge in her armored mid-section. She proffers a fresh cup of coffee to the Titan and looks over to you with what passes for a wide grin. “You’re gonna need some of this too, I reckon.” Atsuko-5 slides a mug to you and fills it with hot coffee. She wordlessly nods to Severin, the Warlock.
He steps forward, grabs a simple straight-backed chair from the folding table they’re using for their meal, and offers it to you. “Obviously, there’s a long story behind all of this,” he says with a gentle tone. “Why don’t you take a seat? You might be here a while.”
F
F: Fever
Guardians weren’t ones to get sick. It wasn’t something that usually occurred. That was why when something unusual cropped up, like the Dawn Calamity or the Transmission Incident, the Owl Sector became involved.
This…was different.