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[sibylance]

dump of weird destiny family part 1

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Esmay :)

E- El Dorado by EXO

S- Scene Stealers by 3Racha

M- Mamma Mia by SF9

A- About Love by Red Velvet

Y- You in Me by KARD

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[madmud2730]

@fangedmetadevil

The first time they met he stalked her and she was terrified. His roars echoed off the wall of the Cosmodrone and the little machine - a ghost, it said it was - reassured her that there was nothing to fear. If she died it would bring her back again and again, as many times as she needed, and they would make it to the City. Traveling would be faster and easier though if she avoided death as much as possible, something which that Fallen Captain was guaranteed to bring if they encountered it now. "One day though,” the ghost promised as she fled for the wall, “We’ll come back and we’ll take care of that Captain. Make sure he never hurts anyone else ever again.”

The second time they met she stalked him and he was angry. He roared at her and took aim with his shrapnel launcher. Esmay dived behind a concrete roadblock for cover and Saph chided in her ear that this was a bad idea. Esmay ignored her as she handed her rifle off to Saph for storage and the ghost sighed before it transmatted the weapon away. “Do you know what to say?” Esmay asked, despite having gone over the plan with Saph at least a dozen times by now.

“I do.”

“Then do it.”

The ghost swirled anxiously then played a garbled audio recording of Fallen speech. “Peace!” Saph shouted out, over and over again. “Peace! We are here in peace!”

It was enough to get him to stop shooting and call off his crew. It was not enough for him to grant her the right to get closer though. When Esmay tried to step beyond the roadblock the Captain hissed and raised his weapon at her, warning her to stay put. Saph shouted for peace to remind him they were trying to be friendly. Esmay obliged his desire for space in order to maintain that peace.

“This is a bad idea.” Saph warned her again when all seemed safe. The Captain didn’t shoot at them, just clicked his mandibles and continued to hiss in warning. It was a very loose definition of safe, but what value did safety hold to someone who could rise from the dead?

“Go on.” Esmay told her ghost. The first message had been spoken. Now they needed to speak the second one, and the third, and the fourth, and the fifth... However many it took to establish a permanent line of peace with the Captain. The Eliksni were scavengers of a lost world, but that did not have to make them killers. They could be allies to the Guardians and the City. Perhaps they could even be Guardians themselves, if the Traveler willed it to be so. They just needed a chance.

Esmay was willing to give them that chance. Even if she only befriended this one Captain, it would be a victory in her eyes. An enemy turned into an ally is more valuable than any number of dead enemies.

The third time they met they were both anxious. The alliance formed between them was unsteady at best, but it was enough. In exchange for not killing each other on sight, they would teach each other the language of their people. Esmay was terrible at Eliksni pronunciation (much to the annoyance of her teacher) and quickly left the task of speaking it to Saph. Xirr’s English was gravelly and broken, but understandable.

Then, after many more meetings, the language barrier was broken and the terms of their alliance shifted. In exchange for not killing each other, they would teach each other the cultures of their people. Xirr growled that humanity was soft for letting the Guardians be their only warriors. Esmay pitied the Eliksni for having to turn every member of their Houses into warriors. Part of her wondered if this was always the case for the Eliksni or if life had been more peaceful before the Darkness came, but she never dared to ask. A great deal of time may have passed since the fall of their planet but she imagined it was still a great wound to them, one she would never prod at. It would serve her no purpose anyway.

Esmay had stopped counting how many meetings they had now. They met so frequently that it was pointless to do so. There were better things to keep track of, to count, and to monitor. Meeting a friend did not require careful documentation.

She wondered if he had ever documented their encounters and how quickly he may have given up the process, and hummed to herself. It made her happy to think of him giving up and coming to think of her as a friend at the same time she did with him.

The Warlock smiled and she shut her eyes, absorbing the last rays of warmth coming from the setting sun on her face. The Cosmodrone air was getting colder as night approached and she knew she should put her helmet back on to stave off the cold, but she had come to dislike wearing it while she was around Xirr. She rarely ever got to take off her helmet while outside of the City and he was one of the few things that made her feel comfortable enough to take it off. Putting it back on for any reason other than leaving or combat felt wrong to her.

“It’s cold.” The Captain warns through a low growl, watching her closely with his eyes. “Get your helmet.”

“In a minute,” she tells him, earning herself another growl. The smile on her face broadens at the sound. To the untrained ear, he is threatening her. She knows better though. “A little cold air won’t kill me.”

“Then do not complain when you are cold.” He huffs, moving away from her.

Esmay sighs and opens her eyes, taking one last look at the view, and follows him.

[madmud2730]

@fangedmetadevil, have an idea that came to mind but I never got around to writing it until now. also it’s late and my give-a-fuck-o meter is reading at an all time low so expect nothing of quality

He lays her down on the sleeping bag gently, then deliberately runs his secondary hands over her form while the primary hands hover, waiting for the secondaries to find something for them to latch on or tend to. Esmay tiredly pushes the nearest hand away, mumbling that she is alright and he needn’t worry. He worries anyway. Despite Saph’s best efforts to heal her, Esmay still carries herself as though is were injured and severely weakened. Xirr-Kis is quickly beginning to suspect that whatever injury is laming her goes beyond the physical body and lays within her spirit, within her Light - if it’s still there at all.

A noise rumbles in his throat and he plops down beside her. Four eyes watch the road leading into the Farm and four eyes watch him. It isn’t long before the number of eyes on him changes to two as one of his Guardians drifts off to sleep. Xirr-Kis is frustrated that the eyes that closed were not her’s.

He feels a hand slide into one of his secondary hands and looks down at the joined appendages. Esmay had done this many times before - hand holding, she called it - and he never understood the purpose or cared for it, but he indulged her every now and again. Mostly in the City, where things were safe - were suppose to be safe - and not on in the open worlds. He prefers to keep all his hands at ready and unheld when they’re outside the City so that he is always prepared to fight at a moment’s notice.

Technically, the Farm is not the City. He needed to keep his hand open.

Xirr-Kis does not move and shifts his eyes to her.

“Keep an eye out for them.” She murmurs, blinking slowly and heavily. Fighting off sleep, he recognizes. “And tell me--” A yawn catches her by surprise. Esmay does her best to hurry through the process, but exhaustion keeps the yawn long and deep. Xirr-Kis begins to purr, knowing full well it will hurry the process of her falling asleep. It’s happened before. It will happen again now. “Tell me when they get here please.”

He draws in a breath of ether, the gas gurgling in his throat before he rasps out in a hushed voice, “I will.”

Esmay moans lightly in what he assumes to be thanks as she lowers her eyelids and never lifts them again. She lightly squeezes his hand and her breathing begins to even out.

Xirr-Kis blinks and looks down at their joined hands again, then the road. After a minute of silence passes, he squeezes her hand.

[madmud2730]

It occurs to me I do have some pictures of my Destiny nerds

Here’s Esmay

armor not up to date

[madmud2730]

@biozonic @sibylance

extension on this

Shera is trying to ask Esmay what exactly Xaive is going to do to that other Hunter, cause pushing doesn’t require fists and he cracked his knuckles...

Esmay looks her dead in the eye. “He’s handling it.”

Cue Xaive holding the bully Hunter upside over the edge of the tower and shaking him down like “ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!” while Ali is standing off to the side looking slightly horrified while Samantha just pats her shoulder like, “Don’t worry, he won’t actually kill them.”

[madmud2730]

@sibylance and @biozonic

Xaive is the type of support who packs the kids lunches before they go off on a mission

Esmay is the type of support who insists on going on the mission to annihilate everything before anything can touch the kids

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