#destiny devrim

[thewildnopeboat]

Devrim, looking at the guardian: Mind telling me how you went from 5 points to nearly 200 in one day?

Guardian, knocking the taken junk off their shoes: PvE.

Devrim, pulls up the logs: Well, I suppose so...

Devrim, side eyeing them: You still have to do better in the Crucible.

Guardian: *groans*

[littlelightacademy]

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[thewildnopeboat]

Zavala, watching the guardian: What are they doing?

Ikora: what are their actions?

Zavala, squinting out the window: they are cleaning everything.

Ikora: did you invite someone to the tower?

Zavala: I mean, not really. Just invited Devr-

Ikora: You invited Devrim, and you do know they actually like them, right?

Guardian, screaming: WE CAN'T LET HIM KNOW WE DON'T SIT!

Ghost: Why are there so many couches if he doesn't actually sit?

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Guardian, appearing through the wall: Devirm, I brought back your mug.

Devrim, puts down the rifle: Oh thank you. That was my favorite. *takes the mug* why did the dog, Archie, take it?

Guardian: Not sure. He has been finding weird stuff, like a tin foil hat and a expired coupon.

Devirm: Hm, strange. Better not let Drifter hear of this.

Ghost: Why?

Devirm; I believe the amount of mischief that man could do and the associates he keeps aren't a safe option for that canine.

[thewildnopeboat]

Guardian: Hey Devrim, do sharks exist?

Devrim, off his rocker due to last sleep being almost a week ago: Why do you die when you go in too deep of water?

Guardian: Holy shit...

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Guardian, loading into a strike: Uhhhh... Devrim? Devrim: yes? Guardian: Are you fucking with me? Devrim, sipping his tea: Depends. What do you mean? Ghost: Why did you give us coordinates to the middle of no where? Guardian: You gave us landing coords in the MIDDLE of the strike area! Devrim: Whoops! Sorry. I've updated them now. You're free to retransmat. Sorry about that

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Devrim, reloading and answering a call: Hello?

Zavala: Ikora told me that a creature called a tiger used to stalk jungles on the Chinese to Indian countries. Is that true?

Devrim, sips tea and zeroes in on a target: Yes, but Tigers as in plural. These large cats were a very noble hunter, often yielding the way to humans in order to keep their numbers up. Why are you suddenly interested in them?

Zavala, sighs: Ikora made a metaphorical story using them, and they were not something I've come across often enough.

Devrim: Well, they are often very good hunters, wait. Was this in response to how agitated Lord Shaxx has become due to the Guardian trying to lick the AUD?

Zavala: How do you know about it?

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Devrim, in the dead of night, finally with some peace and quiet: *sleeping*

Ikora, interuppting the only sleep he's had: Devrim, I'm sorry to wake you.

Devrim, sitting up on the couch: This better be good.

Ikora: I'll make it quick. Why did you tell them about sharks?

Devrim, half awake: when did I do that?

Ikora: when they asked earlier today.

Devrim: there's your answer. Now, if you don't mind. *falls back asleep*

Ikora, sighs and terminates the connection: Why do I even bother.