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“while i am sure your concerns are... rooted in truth,” the warlock vanguard gives a pointed look across the bazaar, to where cayde is currently, well-- doing his best, traveler bless him. “it will do you well to remember that the vanguard are doing what is best for not only the people of the city, but our guardians, as well.”
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“I don’t see many Guardians on the Dreadnought anymore,” the words come from just above him, where Zara blends right in with the wall decor. They’ve been sitting there for a while, watching the Tombships come and go down the massive hall. Just how long exactly they have been there was undetermined. Time didn’t matter to people like them, those whose lives could stretch on into the infinite, so when a Guardian comes walking along it has their attention immediately.
“An Exo, no less.”
Wanders into Drifter's spooky nook with multiple carry bags full of takeaway. Drifter's a big eater and Nordic, a staunch supporter of feeding people that are hungry, is more than happy to provide. He hands off five of the six bags to the Drifter, whilst keeping the smallest for himself. [ Eat up, my guy. ] He sits himself on a nearby table, pulling his helmet off and setting it next to him. [ Let's talk shop, eh? ]
“Talk shop? Aren’t you gonna seduce me first?”
People bringing him food as a sort of offering would never stop surprising him. At that point he would expect people to attempt to poison him via food, but he didn’t mind. Anyone feeding the eternally hungry man was welcome at his small cold kingdom under the market. “What do y’got there?”
“Do I look like the kind of man who dies?”
“No, but there is a first for everything.”Like the curved blade they hold, and the attempt to stick it into the stupid helmet he is wearing. It is a good attempt? Probably not, but they make it anyways.
kncklhd replied to your post: so which one of y’all hunters are gunna be the...
he’s not a huge fan of ramen but he’s a hunter…
honestly, take her on an adventure. get her out of the tower. let her have some weird food, kill some new enemies. enter gambit as an unknown participant!
someone let this girl have some fun because you and i both know the tower isnt good for her mental health
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⸙ - “Nice helmet,” Willow says casually from where she’s perched in one of Nessus’ weird trees, tossing a knife in the air and repeatedly catching it. “Not my first choice, though.”
[”Willow,”] her Ghost admonishes with a sigh. [”Must you be so rude?”]
“Was just an observation,” the teenager mumbles, rolling her eyes at her Ghost. He glares at her, and she sighs. “Right, sorry. I don’t often think before speaking. ‘s a bad habit of mine. Has been for hundreds of years. Least you wear a helmet. I usually forget to put one one.” She laughs then, but it’s a hollow sound. The Hunter leaps down from the tree branch she’s perched in, sliding down the wide trunk.
“Anyway...yeah. I’m Willow. You probably heard that when my Ghost snapped at me.” She has to look up at him, he’s probably over a foot taller than her. “Who’re you? Sorry if I scared you - trying to get a moment’s peace from the Vex.”
She shifts from foot to foot, suddenly feeling very awkward. “Afhverju get ég ekki haldið í munninn?”
[ ... Why didn't you kill me that last time? ] He crosses his arms. If he had eyebrows, he'd frown. This guy reeked of the sickness, the inky black that chased the Light wherever it went. So why didn't he try to do as the Darkness was wont? Did this guy think he wasn't worth the fight? On the one hand, that's just... Rude. On the other hand, well, better to live another day... [ Thought that was the Darkness' MO, y'know? ]
“The Darkness is very rarely so simple.” He speaks without his attention on the Hunter, gaze elsewhere, though the voice he can recall from a past interaction. I can see you. A faint grin is roused from the memory and finally the shade’s gaze settles onto the Guardian questioning something better left unspoken of.
“I did not kill you because the need wasn’t there. That very well may change if you continue on the path you’ve chosen, Guardian.” He says that in meaning of being questioned why crossing the sight of a monster left him unscathed. As of now a great maw crafted with thorns awaits him if he persists.
[ You're not finding squat out here mate. ] He kicks aside an old helmet, no doubt discarded by one of the Kinderguardians upon finding something shinier in their engram. He's got no idea what Drifter actually wants him to find, but whatever 'it' is... Surely it's not here. This place is a dump. The only trinket with value here, he thinks, are the dead Ghosts of unfortunate Guardians. [ What'm I lookin' for again? ]
“How ‘bout less complainin’ and more searching, brother? Jeesh, I know what I’m sending you to, relax--”
Sometimes he hated these guardians. Almost free labor wasn’t worth it, but he had more important things to give his full attention. Besides, the less people he kept on his hallway at times, the better. Telling guardians to go find stuff was the best way he could keep eyes away.
“There’s going to be a cache that it’s pretty easy to confuse with garbage. All rusty and dirty, bigger than any cache you’ll find out there. You’ll know what you’re lookin’ for once you open it”.
