#destiny ask

[thunder-and-void]

You don't happen to have an industrial amount of kerosene I could borrow, do you?

⚡- Me? No, sorry darling. I don't have that much kerosene. My sister however, might.

🔥- What do ya need it for? I'm not about to supply something that'll be used to cause the boss a headache.

[gerda-3]

Stop yelling at me because I'm not allowed to disembowel wild animals in the rafters of the Tower. You'll still be pleased with the fur rugs once I've thoroughly cleaned them.

[askmj-2-thestackedodds-fireteam]

Okay this is probably an odd question but

Which race would be best for things like cuddling

Exo

Human

Awoken

Voting ended onMar 24, 2025

[madjackmultiverse]

ASK MJ-2

MJ-2, The Exo hunter is taking questions, feel free to ask pretty much anything but keep it reasonable please and use commonly sense, that's all I ask.

Answers may take some time to be given to questions as there's no rest for the wicked, so thanks for understanding

[little-honeypie]

How do your Destiny ocs eat their ramen and/or soup? Like what toppings and such do they add?

Ophelia likes super thick and hearty soups and she loves fish but is deathly allergic. She adds those little fish cakes to her ramen all the time while Beau, (her ghost) desperately and exasperatedly tries to get her to stop.

Blake likes more light soups/broths. He's also extremely picky with taste and texture.

Octavia-7 adds awful things to everything. She will add mayonnaise and ketchup to everything she eats no matter what it is. She is also always hungry. She is a garbage disposal of an exo and loves weird food combos.

Hoppla is similar but she's eliksni so she has different tastes. She will consistently get drunk and try to eat ramen and then sob because it's hard with her mandibles.

[red0490]

💞 Saxton thought for a moment on the question. He then shook his head as he only remembered the day he woke up and some of the details he had seen “No, unfortunately I don’t. All I remember is seeing another Exo like myself but long dead judging by the decay. They seemed to be wearing heavy armor as well...” He then had a more thoughtful look on his face as he mulled over the memory more. The Titan was starting to make guesses about his past but he decided to keep those theories to himself for now. 🎲 The large Titan shrugged at the question “Could have been coincidence I think. My Ghost just happened to find something in me that he liked so he brought me back.” ( I don’t know what the “ É “ is XD )

[wastonberrythefirst]

Quick Question

Should this still be here if I already have Bad Juju? I don’t see the quest in my objectives anywhere. I’m starting to think it’s a glitch.

[thedistantstorm]

Miyu! Precious bean, tell us what your first week alive was like.

[LONG-WINGDED BEAN-POST INITIATED]

It was… tense. Like a bow pulled too taut, like seeing lightning and waiting for thunder to strike. I felt very frightened and anxious. Ghost was helpful, though we had a hard time understanding each other for the first while. I am to believe he downloaded several different linguistic engines to try and figure out what I was saying. What he couldn’t say with words though, I could feel. He was my only comfort.

I didn’t understand anything other than this great sense of sadness, like I had lost something but had no idea what. I had no name and felt as though I was in a body that didn’t belong to me. Whatever fragments I had of memories, they were detached and murky, and if I reached out to them, they would fade away. In my dreams, though, I had been human. Yellow-white skin, brown-black eyes, ebony hair. 

Ghost told me I was an Awoken, that I had been human, once, but something changed within me. He explained about my eyes and skin that made no sense, but I felt like I could trust him. Told me about the Traveler, about how Risen gather beneath it and that there is a City growing there. About how, out where we were, in the TMDZ (Tokyo-Met. Dead Zone), that there were Risen who would kill other Risen by executing them and their Ghosts.

That scared me, more than I could possibly put into words.

We hid from the Risen, during the day, taking shelter in nooks and crannies of what little remained. During the night, he helped me scavenge, to find anything that would help us to get away, to the safety of the City. He would ask me questions to distract me from my fear, small, insignificant things that would help both of us get to know me better. He asked me several times if I had a name.

I told him that he called me ‘Guardian’ and that was okay. He was the one who told me that he both is and was named ‘Ghost.’ Why would I not be the same?

We agreed, then, that we would pick names for each other. It had to have been the third or fourth day.

On the fifth day, a man found us. More specifically, he found Ghost. He raised a gun to him, where his optic is. I know now that he could have phased away, but I didn’t know it back then.

All I knew was that the one being who helped me, who cared for me, was in danger, and that was something I could not abide. I would not kill if necessary, but if I had to, something deep down inside me would not hesitate. The man thought I was a bandit. Ghost told him I was a Guardian. That I was looking to get away. I told him that if he ever raised arms against my Ghost again, he would not live to see the next breath he tried to take.

Ghost asked me, when the scavenger man had left, where that had come from. To him, it seemed as though I meandered through things in a delicate sort of haze. “It was the truth,” I’d said. I truly had no desire to harm him. But it would have been dishonest to tell him he could continue in his way.

The following night, when we finally found enough of a skiff to make our escape, he told me he’d chosen my name. He used his Light to burn the characters onto a hunk of concrete half buried in the sand. For my name, he’d chosen Miyu. “A gentle truth,” He’d said. “Delicate and honest, just like you said.” He was so confident in his decision, so eloquently explaining it right away. In turn, I dubbed him Tamashii.

“It’s not much different,” I’d said to him, too afraid to look his way. Afraid of rejection, I’m sure of it. “Than the name you have, but I feel like you’re like a spirit who is a part of my soul, so-”

“It’s wonderful, Miyu. Daisukidesu.”

He’s always tried so hard on my behalf.