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[spidersenforcer]

@gunssmoke​ cont. from here

Eyes widen at the sudden charge of solar energy focusing itself into a blade. "What ??"

Crow almost steps forward before holding himself back. Relax. You’ll scare them away. Or worse. He steps back sheepishly and clears his throat, voice quiet again. “How did you do that ?? Into a blade... I had no idea Lightbearers could do that.”

[shadowtongued]

@gunssmoke​​ //  ♥’d sc.

                            ❝ PERHAPS WE SHOULD HAVE A moment to ourselves. We can learn more about each other. Doesn’t that sound nice? Go ahead, ask me anything,” far too relaxed to be sitting on a storage container on Vex occupied MERCURY, swinging his legs while playing spotter for her. Always one to drink in the schadenfreude of chaos with today's side order of bioluminescent entrails  –––– today it just doesn’t seem to be enough for him.

[razorbeard]

It was just supposed to be another patrol on the moon, nothing crazy nothing that would be do or die. Or at least that’s what he was told by the Commander, but what you’re told and what actually happens are usually two different things in his experience. The Titan was a new age Iron Lord, better known as an Iron Wolf. He was wearing a scarred up Insurmountable skullfort, the lights flickering in and out in a slow pulsing pattern. Along with A pair of Iron Turage gauntlets, Binary phoenix chest piece and Ancient apocalypse boots along with a Binary phoenix mark as well.  The whole look was held together with a matching color pattern of Gambit Jadestone, the Iron banner armor had a nice subtle bronze inlay to it, giving it a little extra something that made it pop out some. . He was in a relaxed position in his ship's cockpit, slowly swaying back and forth seemingly waiting for someone to show up. He sighed as his ghost appeared just over his shoulder, Dutch it was called as it said. “She’ll be here Cale you seem impatient for someone who’s got his fair share of nightmares on the moon.” The human titan didn’t glance over at his ghost as he keyed his ship's computer up and flipped over to the comms tab and said. “Hey just because I got skeletons in the closet so to speak here doesn’t mean I’m gonna cower and avoid the place.” To say he had nightmares on the moon would be putting it lightly, Eris wasn’t the only one to have lost a fireteam on that hallowed out hell hole. He pinged the contact number he had been given for this hunter named Fable, a little bit of digging on her didn’t really produce much for him in the way of information besides a lil bit here and there. One she had him beat big time on experience and age, as relative as age was to a guardian was. He knew if Cayde was still alive he’d of just asked the Hunter vanguard about her that way, but things were never that easy for the Iron Lord. He typed away at the comm display and hit enter, sending a message that read. <”Hey hunter where you at? I’m in orbit waiting for you, we’re just doing some patrols clearing the surface of any targets and helping out Eris as she needs. You ain’t getting cold feet on me now are you? ;P”> He did his best to keep the message friendly and at the very least put up a front for it. It didn’t take much to get him to be okay with helping out Eris on the Moon, the women had gone through more hell then he could imagine and when things started getting really bad up there he was one of the first of his fire-team to volunteer to help take care of the nightmares plaguing it. He keyed a button on the arm of his pilot chair and the seat slid back and he spun it around. He hopped up and made it over to the small section he had dedicated to his weapons and grabbed the black with gold accented  Perfect Paradox shotgun he was bringing with him off the table. He pumped it back and checked the chamber from the side before racking it back into place once again, he grabbed some shells off the table and began to load it. He set that down and then grabbed a blacked out Valkadyn Auto rifle, he wasn’t sold on most viest guns, but this Auto rifle hadn’t failed him yet. He charged the weapon, the loud sliding of metal against metal echoing out, he snapped it to his shoulder and scanned right and left as if looking for targets. He set that down besides the shotgun and then grabbed one of the final guns in his arsenal, his pride and joy his Thunderlord. This heavy machine gun was one of his favorite exotic weapons to use so nine out of ten fights he got into he’d have it equipped. He gave it a good once over making sure all the wires were secured on it and the like. He set that back down and grabbed what appeared to be a broken sword handle, what remained of the sword he was given after helping Lord Saladin and the other new age Iron Lords deal with Siva and the house of Devil Splicers and which had been broken during the start of the Red War. He slid it into a holster on his right side and then looked up towards what appeared to be a chain and pendant hanging off a hook, he studied the Iron Axe charm that hung there gleaming in the light as if contemplating bringing it with him or not as he said. “Ya never know could break the old girl out.” Dutch floated back to him and looked the charm over for a second and said. “We’re just on patrols don’t you think it is a little overkill?” If it hadn’t been for the helmet covering his face the vicious grin he had on his face would have been seen, but because of the connection between him and Dutch the Ghost already knew what the titan was thinking, he rolled his singular eye as Cale said with a played up southern accent. “Ain’t no kill like overkill Dutchy.” @gunssmoke

[ofhivemagic-a]

glassed mind. // @gunssmoke closed starter

Oh how the darkest of rituals tempted even the strongest of wills. Who could resist such a curious intent by the universe itself ? The strength it provided corrupted the very existence of Light; how it promised infinite stars to bend at the command; the way it cradled the universe in its mother arms...

Toland learned all those things. All those little secrets. Each and every moment from before it began to the very last breath of it, he learned about it. He understood the concept and even managed to forge the idea into a haven for himself to hide from death. The Warlock found a way to harness its power without the means of binding his soul to it and use the dark essence as multiple weapons. But, he had never practiced this sort of dark art before.

It intrigued him. It did not consume him. He let it become him. He was it. It was him.

The Darkest of days could never compare the way his experiments were now bending at his presence like a black hole. The form he took only slightly altered from his original shape. Now inky eyes hazed over his preferred soulfire eyes and black blood (his? its? ... theirs?) dripped from clotted sockets and rolled down his cheeks, staining his robes. A wicked grin bore sharp teeth and a low, maniacal laugh stitched the entire look together. Rough fingers were held mere inches away from his victims- no- no time for personal space- rough palms held onto the others face as if to provide an anchor of comfort between the darkness that took place between them.

Toland spoke in whispers and old tongues that no one spoke, but the head between broken nails understood every word. He made sure of it. The so called ‘Fable’ followed every command. Every crack of bone placed on their body was because HE willed it. Because HE spoke it into existence and now they are proof of THEIR will.

Perhaps next he will persuade them with a loving kiss, letting them taste his breath before they rip the pawn's tongue out with a deadly bite. Toland brushed away heavy tears that gently rolled down Fable’s cheeks with the pad of his thumb. The long nail dangerously close to the others eye, close enough that would have caused one to flinch away, but he told them to be still. The Darkness and her vessel began to wonder what other nightmares they could inflict just by their say so.

"Hush now child of Light," Toland’s voice was quiet between the wet breathing the mangled body under his grasp struggled with. "Take this and hold it to your neck. Remind me of the fragile pulse that can be taken away by a quick slip... Or perhaps to your beautiful eyes and sharpen it against them like whetstones."

[aries-helvius]

gunssmoke mentioned you in a post: @aries-helvius -Takes a look at Aries, crucible...

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“Sorry, I can’t accept challenges from too low of a skill bracket. Safety concerns for the non-professionals. You know how it is.”

“Thanks for the interest, though.”

[oncefalln]

@gunssmoke​

"It was just a dream, okay?"

Tolvaks looked from the ether canister and mask halfway across the floor to the Guardian sitting in front of them. Having someone else there-- having her there-- made it easier, the calming down after such a dream (grounding, Rook had called it). They were still shaken, unnerved, but no longer held in the grip of the blind panic they'd awoken in. They could think more clearly, and they shook their head in response to her gentle insistence.

"It's never just a dream," they said quietly, leaning forward. "You need to understand, the House of Rain were… keepers of prophecies, prophecies that came to us in dreams… or nightmares. And a nightmare as vivid as that? Choking on corrupted ether?"

A disgusted shiver wracked them, and they drew their knees up to their chest, all four arms locked around their folded legs.

"That's a very… very real possibility."

[lightdead-blog1]

the rifle is stowed away for the time being, and as the firefight dies down, savri exhales harshly-- a quick scoff of vexation as she turns her shoulder to fable.    ❝ you’re always in my crosshairs. ❞   in another context, the word would have -- ironically -- sounded complimentary. naturally, it goes unbeknownst to her.

@gunssmoke​

[byoblivion]

❛ 𝙸'𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝙽 𝙳𝙾𝚉𝙴𝙽𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽𝚂, how hard could this puzzle be? ❜

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