[ ‘ --think I could use some advice from another Titan,
do you have any idea what this thing is? Is it dangerous? ’ ]
He holds up a small stone-like disk, green glowing runes surrounding it;
he remembers picking it up from the ashes of a defeated Knight -- it’s too
strange to leave it there and he figures he’d ask someone before going to
Eris (because last time he asked her something, she answered him and then
reprimanded him for not knowing for about ten minutes).
The Princess spun the flower between her fingers, being mindful of the little thorns that stuck out along the stem. She wasn’t actually sure what to do with the rose her mother had handed to her nearly an hour ago. So far, she’d just looked at it and sniffed it every once in a while.
“I ‘unno. I think she was just teasing, ‘cause she knows I couldn’t give a sh––er... she knows that I don’t really care about Valentine’s Day.”
I honestly haven’t had too much experience with Aairin sadly, but from what I’ve seen, she’s a tough titan with a big heart c:. She’s been able to handle Roman’s bullshit, which is amazing on its own, but has also been incredibly sweet to Angelo. I LOVE big and strong warriors that can be really loving and caring. Got a soft spot for em lol.
The mun and I don’t talk too often either, but whenever we do, she’s always very cool. I’ve told her before and I stand by it when I say that I adore each of her posts and replies because they are really well done. They’re just structured so well and planned out fantastically. Other than that, she’s so sweet and easy to talk to. No one should be intimidated by this ray of sunlight ^_^. Following her is a great life choice that you won’t ever regret!
[ we do what the generator says. all hail the number generator. idk what’s going on. ]
Something had gone awry at one of the maps on Earth and while Shaxx would prefer sending a couple of his Redjacks to fix it but figured that if he wanted something done right he’d better do it himself -- Aairin had come along on her own free will, saying something along the lines of ‘Zavala wants someone to make sure you don’t get yourself killed out there somehow’. How thoughtful. An extra helping hand couldn’t hurt either.
What he didn’t expect, however, was that he had to go underwater. As it turned out, something was electrifying the water, something about generators or underwater pipe lines, and Guardians that weren’t adeptly attuned to the Arc sources weren’t exactly appreciating the shocks they had been receiving and the extra power the Arc subclasses were receiving. He grimaced at the idea of having to go under, having to remove most layers of his armor in order to avoid drowning, but the safety of those training were more important than him getting soaked through the bone.
Aairin didn’t seem so thrilled about the idea either, moreso when Shaxx informed her that he didn’t actually know where the problem was, but she managed to force herself into the water after Shaxx proved to her it wasn’t cold (that was a definite lie and they both knew it, Aairin just wanted to see Shaxx jump into the freezing ass water head first). The first couple of minutes hadn’t exactly been productive, the both of them complaining loudly to each other about how cold it was before Aairin implemented a solution that involved her shoving Shaxx under the surface of the water. At first, there was a lot of flailing before Shaxx dove further below to escape her and then swam back up to drag her under as well by grabbing at her leg.
Eventually, they began their search for the electrical problem, following the trail of Arc energy that bubbled toward the surface, grateful for their attunement to the Arc sources for simply brushing off the excess energy. As it turned out, several pipes had somehow loosened (years of rusting away probably) revealing an excessive bundle of free floating cables that broke away from the connector in the foundation of one of the buildings. They both agreed to simply gather them and work out something from there though their method of gathering all the stray cables and absorbing their energy was more along the lines of ‘how many times can one person snag the other with dangerous electrical cables’.
During one such round, Shaxx managed to snag Aairin around a couple of the cables and tugged her towards him as she struggled against them -- he spun her around as gracefully as a person could be spun underwater and gave her a gentle peck on the lips. Almost immediately, she stopped struggling and stared at him with wide eyes, causing him to laugh, bubbles and muffled noise streaming from his mouth as he let go of the cables restraining her and swam up to the surface.
She broke the surface several seconds after him, her eyes still wide and the male Titan still laughing before she asked,
[ ‘ What was that for? ’ ]
[ ‘ It got you to stop squirming like a Hive worm, didn’t it? ’ ]
[ ‘ You cheeky bastard. ’ ]
Shaxx laughed once more, seeing the bit of mirth in her eyes as he did, before diving underneath once more to pick up the remaining cables and perhaps resume their little game.
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[ scolding the crucible master what could go wrong meme ] All she can do is gesture with armored hands at him as if to say 'Why? Why did you do this?' for a good long moment. Then the words come "WHAT THE HELL, SHAXX? I HAD IT HANDLED. THE PLAN WAS TO WEAR THEM DOWN... THERE WAS NO WEARING DOWN." A breath to shake loose her shoulders and to quiet her frustrated voice. "That was stupid and reckless. I am not a newborn. I do not to be protected like that. So very foolish!"
REPRIMAND MY MUSE FOR DOING SOMETHING/BEING STUPID
His eyes narrow just barely and though the look is hidden by the helmet, he accompanies it with a slight irritated tilt of the head – a scathing glare in response to her outburst. Who was she to determine what was foolish and what was wise? She had only gone forward and never once look to the sides and it was because of that he had jumped in, to pull her away.
It was an action he wouldn’t and isn’t proud of – no, he doesn’t like running, it’s the very last of many options at his disposal but she had invoked it when she wouldn’t stop.
So now, as she finishes, his gaze holds, and his voice is soft—- not the usual softness that he beheld within the Halls; it was void and hollow. A tightly woven type of anger.
[ ‘ You are not a newborn, I know, but there are times when you fight like one. There would be no wearing down if there were no Guardians there for it; you cannot rely on your Ghost, Aairin, you know this; it was a heavily-infested area. We cannot follow a plan if we cannot follow the battle. ’ ]
Angelo did his usual hobby and simply watched as his fireteam partner arrived to the drop point. She looked strong, but then again, most titans did. He wasn’t overly fond of the warriors as he noticed that a lot of them had...anger issues, or maybe that was just when they were around him.
“H-hey. Are you Aairin?” Already talking too much. Calm down, Angelo. She probably already knows that you’re her partner for the mission and that you both already know what to do. Don’t complicate things.
Roman is a fucking terrible cook. He has pretty much zero knowledge of the art as he never really learned it growing up. His diet consisted of whatever he could steal from stores, which wasn’t very diverse. Sometimes he could only get some fruit. Others it was sandwich stuff. He is completely incapable of creating a good bowl of noodles on his own, so don’t expect him to make anything fancy.