#prefers-punching

[razorbeard]

Frejah and Cale ✏ Her teaching him Scottish.

Cale stared at Frejah with a blank look on his face after hearing the mouthful she was trying to get him to say as he said. “You’re just trying to get me to butcher this ain’t cha?”

[glass-to-asset-blog]

Assets? ( closed rp )

She was of course not allowed to leave the tower for anything without some type of escort. Vinn couldn't really blame them but at the same time she wanted to. She wanted, needed to get out of the tower where far to many memories where at. Yet here she was, ordered on patrol missions for earth and supposed to meet up with her new partner (watcher ) for the day.

[fictitiousmirage-blog]

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The Hunter cheeped, he wasn’t used to being picked up and moved unless it was him being thrown during Iron Banner or Crucible. There was this one time someone almost threw him off the Tower but that is for another time. “What are you doing out here, titan? It’s not really the best time to take a jog.” He yelled to her. Moving faster than her, he reached the cave first taking the time to put his weapons away. It was big enough to go anywhere. Victor knew deep enough into the cave there might be Fallen. Fallen he’d rather not pick a fight with right as of now.

Making sure she got to the cave without being blown away, not like a titan has that worry though, he began to brush snow off of himself. Also took the time to get any snow that might have been pushed into the barrel of his Sniper Rifle. He really needed to not stay out during a snow storm. Declaring in his head that he lost anything that was duck taped to his body during the slide to his new companion. After dusting his cloak off, which was almost dry now thanks to the material it was made out of, he held his hand out for a shake. 

“Thank you. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come a long to help,” Probably get stuck in another tree. “My name is Victor. Your name is...?” He trailed off to let her finish that sentence. The holographic circle on his helmet zoomed into her face then back to normal.  A Ghost zipped up, “Really Vic, you can tell from looking at her she’s safe--HEY” Without looking from Frejah’s face, or where it would be if the helmet wasn’t in the way, he grabbed his ghost and put them under his cloak. 

[razorbeard]

[Frejah] "Yuh 'ave an' interustin voice, love"

Cale was sitting on the couch in his home in the city, strumming gently on a acoustic guitar, it had a dark rose red color to it, with black trim. His fingers gently strummed as he sung along to a song that he had playing through a old golden age radio/mp3 player he found out on patrol.  “I’m on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell-” He stopped about mid sentence when he heard Frejah speak up, his face flushed slightly after realizing just what she said. He chuckled shyly as he gave the guitar a soft pat and said. “Ah well thank ya darlin, just…uh just enjoying a little music is all.” He grinned softly, obviously a bit embarrassed but he was getting over it pretty quick.

[razorbeard]

[Frejah] O_O

“SO Frejah your ass ready to go-….” He was in mid sentence as he walked into the room and stopped dead in his tracks. His face soon turned a shade of red, his emerald green eyes scanning down for a second and then back up, at first he had a mild embarrassed look on his face, but in no time got over the initial reaction and that coy grin appeared on his face as he raised one eye brow and gave his head a slight dip as he said. “Hmm not bad…” He laughed a little and gave her a teasing wink as he turned his back and went to walk out of the room and said. “Sorry bout that just wast trying to figure out was taken ya hahah, I’ll be in the other room.” He glanced back for a second that coy grin of his still there as he said.“Well take ya time I’ll try and be a bit more patient then.” 

[ladyofwxr-blog]

alms

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It was a little something she liked to do when she was feeling off. The encounter with the Warlock had set her off kilter, and she had been stewing for days. On the third day, she realised that stewing accomplishes literally nothing and she got herself together. She heft the axe she kept up onto her shoulder, gathered up her tools, collected Apollo with a soft good morning and a gentle prod of his nodes that always made him giggle and they set off together.

Into the City they went and Badb started on her rounds. Unlike some the Guardian’s, she felt very much at home here. She had grown up surrounded by and helping out people and it just felt natural. And so, she was here to help. She did little repairs (people didn’t have a lot of money in some places), she cut fire wood, she darned clothing and carried heavy loads from one little cottage workshop to another.

She was considering how she was going to carry a lounge all by herself when she looked up, sunk into thought. A flash of bright red hair caught her eye and she focused, realising that the other was Titan she had seen around before. “Sister!” she called, jogging after her and falling into step. “I hate to be a bother, but do you think you could help me with something very quickly?”