#drifter callan

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Drifter, Drifter... - Drifter Callan

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Thinking about how literate my operators are after it was brought up on Tennoblr.

Kaine is semi-literate, he struggles with reading- and writing is a massive pain for him. It's probably one of the reasons he struggled so much with school.

Callan is completely illiterate- any skill he had developed in the past faded in Duviri. It's one of his bigger insecurities.

Rufus is fully literate and fluent in Corpus, as well having a somewhat solid grasp on Tennobet/Orokin script. Doesn't enjoy writing by hand.

Soleil is fully literate in Tennobet/Orokin, and can read and write both common and ceremonial scripts. He enjoys writing and calligraphy quite a bit. His fluid and unique style of writing characters is something he prides himself on.

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Tennotober Day 24- "Beard"

The cephalon paused for a moment, his interest drawn by a set of statistics. With a mildly frustrated sigh, he hovered towards the exit of the non-functional liset.

"Op- Drifter, are you out here?"

A hunched figure sat by the cooking fire, still and silent. They didn't turn their head, even as Ordis approached.

"Drifter?" His voice took on a worried tone.

Callan stared deep into heart of the flames, not shifting his gaze or responding to the query. He looked sickly, with glassy eyes and an exhausted complexion. Red marks around his eyes, nose, and forehead told the story of the past few weeks.

"Your cortisol levels are hitting a new high. They should be coming down by now, not going up. Are you... feeling well?" Ordis made a vague gesture at the golden veil sitting on the stone ring that surrounded the fire, "It's been almost a week since you returned. Whatever effects the Veil inflicted on you should be wearing off- the Ostron you saved appears to be doing well."

"... I'm fine, Ordis." Callan's voice was barely more than a gravelly croak, "Just need to... keep going. You got any more leads on Narmer outposts? I can try to head out at dawn-"

"Operator!" The cephalon was clearly agitated, "Forget Narmer! When was the last time you had a good meal? Or tried to relax?! Or-"

Ordis paused. "... You haven't slept yet, have you?"

The silence was all the confirmation he needed.

"No wonder your cortisol levels are spiking! You know that will kill you, correct? Operator- you need rest!"

Callan exhaled, his gaze drifting to the veil, orange-yellow in the firelight.

"'s fine. I'm okay Ordis. I can keep going." His speech was sluggish and slurred, "I don't need you to tell me how to take care of myself."

"CLEARLY YOU-" the cephalon glitched, before lapsing into a brief moment of silence.

"Fine. I will return to my duties then." He spoke as if through gritted teeth. There was a tiny pang of sadness in his systems that he tried to shrug off as he left the stubborn drifter alone in the night.

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For the next 45 minutes at least, I'm all caught up on Tennotober sketches. ^^'

I'll ink them in the morning, I'm tuckered out lol

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Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime- that's why I draw Warframe fanart on company time.

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Callan and Kaine with drinks by my husband! ( @gatekeeperrose)

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Tennotober Day 9- "Man In The Wall"

"...Well, fuck."

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Last page in the sketchbook! Next one will be in a brand new volume.

Inspired by captura fuckery with @pennbound-drifter !