I remember seeing some Q&A posts about how much Jacob likes sweets. So, I made a little drawing about it (Please, let's ignore those horrendous hands, I got stressed and left them like that).
I CAN'T DRAW EDIX, no matter how much I want to draw him, it turns out bad or ugly, the only crumbs I can give you is that little chibi in the corner.
E: Okey, eat that fucking thing and ignore me... I will never give you that again, i'm warning you...
Yes, Edix will never give Jacob something sweet again if it means he will ignore him more than usual... But in the end, he will do it because he can't stand seeing his sad baby face and because it's the only way to keep him quiet and distracted when he works.
Never have I ever gotten weird plant juices into my mouth. > For Edix
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he tries his best not to ingest plants. And 99 times out of 100 he succeeds because he isn’t a raging weirdo. BUT. When you’re out there in the solar system cataloging all the bizarre-ass plants and taking samples of specimens to then dissect and examine later, there’s a very good chance you’re gonna be attacked by a weird predatory plant.
Does him making different kinds of tea from certain tea-friendly plants count as weird plant juices?
Considering making Edix what would essentially be a Destiny-fied Dragonlord in one version of events. Finds an old mother Ahamkara beneath the surface of Io, hears her cries through the Awoken telepathic mind and discovers her cradling a pathetically tiny and weak baby. Her only offspring, hardly moving.
She tells Edix that she is the last Ahamkara on Io, she doesn't know if she is the last one ever. She asks him to care for her baby, the newborn that doesn't move between her great claws. Edix is so taken aback he doesn't know what to say, what to do. He isn't even sure if he's being manipulated or not - being raised by Zavala, he'd heard all the stories about the legendary Ahamkara and he'd heard all the stories of his and Shaxx's hunting trip (referred to as 'the Great Purge' by Ahamkara). Edix knows they manipulate and whisper into the deepest part of the soul their desires, offering something tantalising for a hidden price. She just laughs and shakes her head, great gnarled and ancient horns showering dust.
"There is no such thing. Not all Ahamkara seek to manipulate and destroy. Not all of our noble breed are darkened and corrupt with the power of our own abilities. There are few of us still left that guide, not manipulate."
Edix is still speechless. She wants him to care for her baby, she wants him to promise he will let no harm come to her son. Edix promises. She heaves a deep sigh onto her child, the warmth stirring the child to life and whispering of an age long gone to Edix. The baby stretches and cries out, its mother laying her great head down and closing her eyes. The baby cries again and Edix feels it in his soul, his Light twisting in a way he has never felt, as he gently scoops the young dragon up and cradles it.
He's careful to wrap it in a shawl to keep the shivering thing warm, looking back at its mother before placing a hand on her snout. She feels so cold, but her powers still reach the Awoken. He learns more than he could have ever hoped to achieve of the Ahamkara, how grand and noble they once were before many discovered how their abilities could be used for ill. Then he felt the pain and terror of the Great Purge, his heart racing and adrenaline forcing his hand from the beast's head. So many innocent were slaughtered.
Edix runs, holding the baby close, until he reaches the Rupture. He passes Asher and doesn't say a word, not even greeting his partner. Asher notices but before he can voice his concerns, Edix is gone. Transmatted to his ship and is heading home to the Tower. How he's going to keep this dragon a secret, he'll never know. But he has to try. He recalls all the ancient Earth folklore he'd been reading from Master Rahool's archives, about dragons and warlocks. It was almost coincidental. But this dragon needed a name. Edix thought about the few dragons in such history that had names, looking down at the sleeping bundle.
"Kilgharrah. That is who you will be. The Great Dragon, Kilgharrah."
Edix had a nasty accident in the Hellmouth when he was younger and accidentally got a miniscule bit of Crota’s soul shard stuck in his eye. It got removed ages ago, but the nightmares still plague him and the Hive still call to him.
This is before D2 >:3c
Darkness, swirling and pulsing and writhing beneath his feet. He almost slipped from the thin green wire he was perched upon. Well, not entirely perched, but not entirely standing either. It shifted and groaned with each of Edix’s movements, threatening to snap as he tried to cross the wide black maw of darkness below him. He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten here, only knowing he’d just woken up in this nether-space where his Light wouldn’t work and his Ghost, Spiro, had abandoned him. He’d tried calling for his brother, Eli, but dust filled his throat every attempt he’d made. He’d tried calling for Ikora, Zavala, Cayde, anyone, to come and save him from wherever he was. Not a single sound left his mouth as he looked around him.
It was just darkness, nothingness, stretching as far as the eye could see save for the little green wire he was precariously balanced upon. As he stared down at the wire, Edix noticed it was on fire. Little green flames licked his feet and up to his ankles but never quite climbing higher, as if they knew it wasn’t their job to engulf him. No, that duty lay waiting for something else, Edix feared, as he examined the flames. They almost reminded him of... of...
He couldn’t quite remember. It was on the tip of his tongue, feeling so close but he just couldn’t find the right word. How infuriating.
The flames suddenly fanned outwards, spreading from the wire across nothingness and zigzagging wildly, rapidly. Carving burning green lines into the darkness, spreading and spreading and burning brighter until sparks flew off and created smaller illustrations. Symbols, lines, all curving and spiraling around Edix until he realised where he stood. A large circle, filled with crisscrossing and overlapping lines - a ritual circle. Then the lines danced vertically in four directions opposite Edix, climbing and climbing until they reached what was presumably the ceiling (or the top of his prison) and met in the center of that surface too. Candles lit themselves, or what Edix assumed to be candles, with the same sickening green that surrounded him.
Now he knew what this reminded him of. It was so obvious, so plain to see that even the dullest Titan could understand it.
The Hive.
But how? How could he possibly be here? How was he not dead? That was a better question, one that filled Edix with worries and doubts and paranoia as a chill zipped down his spine, rooting him to the spot. Fear. It curled in his gut, extending a cold clawed hand upwards into his rib cage and gripping his heart, sharp nails digging in. He was petrified, but at the same time he was... intrigued. The Hive didn’t take prisoners, so was he even as such? Perhaps in human terms he was, but to the Hive he was here with a purpose. They might be merciless murderers, but everything they did was with some form of reason. Somewhere in Edix’s mind the words sword logic made themselves known, but he shoved that away - now wasn’t the time to consider how this played into that logic.
Edix dared move his foot forwards an inch, understanding now that he hadn’t been stood on a thin green wire at all, rather on a floor so black it had looked like a pit. Whispers suddenly picked up around him in a foreign tongue, making the Warlock stand straight and move his foot back into place. They subsided into silence again. Interesting.
The flames flared suddenly, making Edix almost stumble in fright. They grew brighter, and the ones around his feet licked him hungrily and began to climb at last. It had been their job after all, just not yet. They climbed and grew and burned brighter but Edix felt no pain. No, they just crawled up his frame until they reached his mouth. Then it started to hurt as they touched his skin, his robes unscathed but his skin by god did it burn as they climbed up his neck, his jaw, then to his mouth. Then, inside. Oh, how it scalded, how it hurt, wrenching screams from him that were extinguished by the emerald fire that clambered eagerly inside him. Edix could feel them sliding down his throat and settle into his chest, falling to his knees and clasping at the space over his heart. It burned, it burned! A pathetic wheeze left him as he tried to scream again, tears flowing from his eyes as he began to panic. Hands scrabbling at his chest as if to try and claw the fire out manually, chest spasming as he choked before suddenly an intense calm washed over him.
What now? He thought, chest stilling and hands dropping to his sides. Edix’s head tilted back, face raising towards the ceiling as if looking up at a deity. No more pain graced him, all of it numbing as he felt the flames work behind his eyes. It almost tickled. The blue was replaced with the sickening green of the Hive, the sclera flooding green and, with a slick squelch, a luminous green third eye opened on his forehead and blinked slowly at the darkness. Edix remained calm still as the same tickling sensation worked its way down to his hands where not just his nails but the whole of his fingers slowly elongated into claws, the thick hide of the Hive covering them and working up to just a short way past his wrist as if he’d merely dipped his hand in paint.
There was a short, brief searing pain that travelled down his face, making him flinch but only for a second. Three thick lines passed down the soft skin of the Awoken from his eyes to his jaw, travelling further down the neck of his robes and down his body. It felt like silk crawling across his skin. It was all green.
The pain subsided as quickly as it came and Edix closed his eyes. A cool air embraced him as he waited for his blessing to be finished with. From his forehead, just above his temples, steadily grew bony horns that curled backwards at angles. Two great horns, thick and gnarled like a Knight’s, but curling downwards rather than upwards and branching just a little. Sharp teeth grew, making his gums bleed and splitting his jaw wider than it should ever be allowed to go with his physiology. At last, he was complete. A hand emerged from the darkness, and Edix opened his eyes and focused them. His deity, his god, emerged and stroked a massive claw, gently, down his cheek.
“At long last, you are ready. Embrace thy wyrm, embrace thy renewed purpose, little one. You shall be their destruction, their downfall. The marking my son blessed upon you during your brief encounter ensured this day would come. Now go forth, o little Wyrm of Mine, and taint their Light.”
Edix woke with a start, gasping and sweating as he sat up in bed. Tears began to spill from his eyes, a hand going over his mouth to stifle the sobs that left him. That had been the third time this week he’d had a dream like that. It’d felt so real, so visceral. He could still feel the gentle caress of a gargantuan claw down his face, shuddering as Oryx’s touch plagued him for a short while until the phantom sensation faded. Edix hadn’t even been part of the team who took the Taken King down, how could he possibly know the sound of his voice? The feeling of his touch?
It had only been a dream, he reassured himself as he got up and moved around. Just a dream. As he passed the mirror, he glanced at himself to reaffirm he remained unchanged. But as he passed, for a split second, he caught a flash of green in his own eyes and flinched away.
@autobotbara would you believe it i finally did this shit omg
“Hey, are you alright? You fell from quite a height there.”
Edix stirred with a soft groan, scrunching his face up before opening his eyes to see the concerned expression of a stranger hovering above him. The Warlock gave another groan as he slowly sat up, coughing and holding his aching head and noticed the distinct lack of helmet there. For a second he couldn’t recall what he’d done with it, before remembering he’d left it with Asher. Wait, Asher. A frown passed over his face as he looked around. He was still on Io, so that was a relief. The only questions on his mind were where on Io was he, and who was this person beside him?
“I’m… alright. I think.” Edix said, slowly climbing to his feet and wobbling a little. “Who are you?” He asked the stranger, looking at him and taking in his appearance. Smoothed back white hair, gold lines on his cheeks, glowing eyes. Another Awoken.
“Ira. Ira Aurum.” The other Warlock said, looking at Edix. “You?”
“Edix Mӧhl.” Edix said, rubbing the back of his head before looking up. Surely enough there was the ledge above him with the Vex gate he’d been examining for Asher when it had suddenly activated and became destabilized. “Asher is not going to be happy about that.” He muttered. Ira raised a brow.
“What do you mean?” He frowned, “Asher isn’t interested in this Vex gate, I examined it and brought it up to him a while ago.” Then it was Edix’s turn to frown, thick black scars crinkling on his face as he did so.
“Well that’s ridiculous, he was extremely interested in this when I spoke to him. And what do you even mean when you examined it? Who the hell even are you? Asher didn’t tell me he had another assistant to help him.” Both Warlocks were puzzled, staring at one another and sizing each other up before both looked up at the fritzing Vex gate. Then realization hit them both.
“Oh.”
Asher was muttering to himself, as usual. He wasn’t in a very good mood, as usual. His assistant had decided to just wander off across the Rupture for no reason, not even under the guise of data gathering for the Gensym scribe. Asher’s arm twitched, making him enter the wrong data into his console and wringing a curse from the old Warlock. Oh how he hated this affliction of his. And where in the name of the Light was his assistant?!
A growl started to leave him again when he heard footsteps approaching, a sigh leaving him instead as he turned towards the source of the footsteps.
“About damn time! Where have you been…” Asher felt himself trail off as he watched Ira approach with another Warlock following beside him. Normally, Asher wouldn’t have cared, but this Warlock was wearing Gensym Knight armour. Only Asher could give that armour and Ira bore the only set Asher had. “Who is this?” He demanded, eyes narrowing in scrutiny as Ira shook his head.
“I’m not sure you’d believe it.” Ira said, setting a hand on Edix’s shoulder. “This is Edix Mӧhl. Your assistant.” He explained briefly, watching Asher just stare at the duo.
“Ira Aurum this is a terrible joke. Explain yourself.” He huffed, crossing his arms in growing irritation.
“I’m being serious Asher. This is your assistant.” Ira said firmly, Edix nodding as he fiddled with his long white hair.
“Except… I’m from another universe.” Edix said with an air of hesitance about him, watching the researcher gradually grow more irate. “You and I were examining an abandoned Vex gate together. Well, you were still here and I was transmitting data to you. Anyway, while I was transmitting data, the gate suddenly activated and the platform I was stood on became unstable and I fell through the gate.”
“Well that was moronic.”
“I told you he’d say that.” Edix huffed to Ira, shaking his head. “Point is, the gate was broken and threw me into a different universe. I’m not entirely sure how and I still need to examine the data my Ghost, Spiro, and I collected. But I am your assistant, just not from this version of reality.”
Asher was oddly quiet as he listened, staring at both Warlocks and noting just how sheepish they both looked. Preposterous. He had a different assistant in another universe? Ridiculous!
“So you are from an alternate universe, where you are not only my assistant but trusted enough to wear the Gensym armour? Where Ira, I assume, doesn’t exist?” Asher asked, fixing Edix with a near-glare.
“Yes.” Edix said, unflinching at the look he was being fixed with. “In my universe, there is no Ira Aurum.”
“And in ours, there is no Edix Mӧhl.” Ira nodded, smiling and slinging an arm around Edix’s shoulders. “Asher, we have to help this little guy get back to his universe. No doubt the Asher there is just pining for him.” He teased, Asher almost snarling at him in annoyance. But the way Edix blushed told them both a thousand words and Asher ceased his snarling in an instant as he understood what that look meant.
“You cannot be serious.” He hissed, Edix blushing a deep blue and nodding. “Oh for…” Asher began to curse, throwing his arms up in the air and stomping back to his console. “Give me your Ghost’s data on the gate.” He grumbled, gesturing towards Edix. The two younger Warlocks shared a look, Ira raising a brow and Edix nodding. Both their versions of Asher behaved exactly the same, and they could only wonder how reality might react if they were to meet as Edix sent his Ghost to Asher. For now though, Edix’s stay in this universe would prove to be interesting.
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