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“Don’t move.” Mara’s sidearm is brought up, and a shot is fired, flying over the Guardian’s shoulder. A shriek of a Scorn snaps the otherwise quiet air, and a hiss of ether signals its death. She steps around him to approach the dead creature, giving it a nudge with her foot to roll it over and see just what she’s shot. “I have been watching it follow you for the last few minutes. I could not tell if you knew it was there, or if it really had you off your guard.” 

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@born-to-serve-the-light replied to your post “⸙ - “The Vanguard ain’t been doing shit lately.  I think Drifter’s got...”

"Of all the people I thought I'd set in front of a firing squad, I never thought it would be you."

⸙ - Willow rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.  There’s a slight pang in her chest, knowing she’s disappointed someone she cares about, but she brushes it off.  “Quit being so fucking dramatic, Cronus.  You’re not executing anyone.  The Vanguard wouldn’t allow it.  Take a goddamn chill pill, already.”

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@born-to-serve-the-light replied to your post: hey, vadim, how's echo in bed ;)

Brother what are you fucking

☼ - “None of your business, brother.”

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@born-to-serve-the-light​​​ » starter call » accepting

   her fingers tap at the ishtar collective terminal, her eyes flicking across the screen as things flash by quickly. she is searching, searching for something of maya’s, and she knows it is here. there are other ways of obtaining the information, there always is, but she cannot risk another time jump, not so soon after her last one.

   the vex are more aware of her meddling now, and with osiris taking over the forest as his own playground, they were becoming more rash in there efforts.

   something crunches nearby, and her head snaps up, optics landing on a guardian as he slips into the room. the terminal screen clears with a press of a button, and she straightens slowly.

   “hello guardian.”

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@born-to-serve-the-light // s.c.

⸙ - She’s been walking for weeks, perhaps months, with little food and resources, picking up what she could along the way.  She’d ignored the Light’s call for far too long, and had decided it was high time that she got to wherever it was pulling her.

She’s traveling on what looks to be a road, a spear that doubles as a walking stick held in one hand.  At least she thinks it’s a road.  But it’s hard to tell with the snow everywhere - she’s freezing, her fur cloak and hat not doing enough to keep out the cold wind that blows through the mountains.

Voices reach her ears, and she tilts her head, rounding a bend in the path.  There are two figures up ahead, dressed in heavy armor with fur cloaks much like hers.  She freezes, hesitating for a moment, before shaking herself out of it.

“Hey!” Willow calls out, the words of the language her Ghost impoarted on her foreign on her tongue, even after all this time.  “Is this the way to the Traveler?”

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Shiro watches the methodical treatment of the weapon. It’s of fine make, well-cared for. His eye pulls it apart absentmindedly as if he’s going to kitbash it, a pastime while Cronus talks. 

Perhaps unnervingly, he knows the purpose of the gun today. Maybe that’s why things sit more uneasily, maybe why they’re having this talk. Shiro doesn’t normally work in this field-- the Tower has guardians dedicated to it, and he normally has his hands full. No one knows this terrain quite as well as he does, though. He staked out here for what felt like decades while he took apart the Kings captain by captain. In the absence of the Houses, it’s fallen to waste. Still, plenty a good hiding place for those that would rather not be found. And so here they are. 

“I’m not one for religion,” Shiro admits almost warily. Maybe he’ll lose some of Cronus’ respect for it, but he doesn’t see a reason to lead him on. “A threat to the City, though, I understand.”

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“Remember this. This chaotic, howling slog through the dark. This is who we are.”

book starters | CLOSED

☼ - Vadim hums, staring at Cronus from across the fire.  They’re in the wilds with a refugee group, everyone huddled around small fires to keep warm.  Even though spring is upon them, it doesn’t mean the biting cold has left entirely.  Especially since they will soon be passing through the mountains on the way to the settlement.

“I do not think this is who we are,” he says with a shake of his head, the hint of an accent still evident in his words.  “We are not meant for this.  Backstabbing each other in the dark just to live another day.  We are meant for much more than this.”

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born-to-serve-the-light replied to your post: “do you think it’s appropriate to ask a titan to...

“It isn’t inappropriate, it’s quite possibly the most efficient way to deploy warlocks into combat zones.”

“someone needs to fastball special me immediately.”