#oxothnk

[pactum-callixtinum]

in which @oxothnk makes a new friend

"So...ah...know of a decent place to eat in this Tower?" He rubs the back of a helmeted head through the fabric of his hood as he asks, armor-plated shoulders rising to punctuate his question.

While this random person has the necessary accouterments of a Hunter — frabjuous cloak, check; proper six shooter instead of one of those crappy semi-autos, check; snazzy mix of worn leather and scuffed metal for armor, check — he looked...well, he looked more like a Titan that lost a bet and got shoved into Hunter gear rather than a Scout or Pathfinder or any other Hunter, really.

Not to say there can't be big Hunters, mind, but this guy...he's built like those lovably stubborn tanks. Thankfully, he wasn't taller than Cayde, so the stranger had at least that going for him.

That and his taste in hand cannons.

[theawokenqueen-archive]

oxothnk replied to your post: “I am not responsible for my brother’s actions. If...

My ghost boutta come crying to you

She rubs her temples.

“Please, just let me have one single day of peace.”

[drtoaster]

@oxothnk @wraith-8 He’s officially locked both of you out of his home now. 

[hunterxpack]

his eyes r too pretty stop that 👀😍

Never

[notforgedinlight]

@oxothnk Thanks for the free cloak!

[seasonedfury-blog]

"Ikora!" Cayde jogged by, moving between crowds of citizens that now filled the open halls if the Tower, stopping just a few feet from her. "Is it true? Your old man is back?" He now walked casually and stood by her, looking over the City and its finite skyline with her. "Does he still have the same beard? If figured he'd shave it off by now if he still has it, heh."

Her mind had been drawn other places, to the point where Ikora cast a glance of confusion towards Cayde when he came to walk beside her. Her old man? It took her a split second to fully understand what he meant -- but the beard comment came soon after, making her mind click. Osiris. Of course.

Ikora let a small breath fall from her mouth. Old man. That definitely didn’t seem like the right word to use for Osiris. So... condescending? After all he’d done for her, all those years ago. But it also didn’t seem out of place from Cayde’s mouth at all.

“He was invited back to the city, but he chose not to come.” She said, answering his first question, but quickly continued. “And yes. He does still have the beard. And--” The smallest hint of a smile and joke to her tone, then, “Before you ask, yes, he’s still as bald as he ever was.”

[drtoaster]

@oxothnk, continued from an ask:

"Nah, I'm an Exo and a Guardian! We're strong as Hell. And maybe a place with snacks." He stopped and looked over at him, "Do you want snacks? I can take us to a place with snacks."

“Well yeah but still, half a ton?” He queried, kicking his legs lazily. “I always want snacks. Snacks or violence. Either is acceptable. Seriously if you guys need something shot I’ve been itching to get my murder on lately.”

[awoken-lights]

@oxothnk from here

There’s a slight frown on Isiel’s lips at the idea of going to Mars. It had been awhile since she’d gone back to her old home, but she supposed it might be time to actually visit. “Well, that sounds like it could be interesting.” However, she does chuckle a bit, “Though if your old loot caches are buried under the red sands, would we even be able to find them?”

Taking a sip of her own beer, she hums. “Although...if I remember correctly, there might be some interesting finds in the BrayTech buildings that could be useful.”