#rainer9

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A loose Rainer-9 sketch to warm up my wrists since they’re less enflamed now.

Rainer belongs to @rainer-9

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“It’s been stained and torn by old metal. But whatever it went through, it survived.”

- Rustworn Cloak

Rainer-9 belongs to @rainer-9

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Kissing exos bc @rainer-9 's hunter is a sweetheart

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Charting Territories || @rainer-9

Amnesty-7 was generally comfortable in the heat despite the heaviness of his garb. He was generally at ease with the weight of the sniper rifle resting across his shoulders, tugging him to the earth and letting him root himself next to the other Exo, scout rifle in hand. He was not comfortable with the situation regarding the Vanguard– a certain, newly elected one in particular– however.

The news of Cayde-6’s new title was heard by Amnesty almost immediately. He had never been so resentful. A man with less maturity than the newly clad titan Amnesty had ushered into the hall not even the week before? What qualifications did he have to be there? None, save being Brask’s favorite.

Zavala had been smart to send him into the field with Rainer, even if it made him feel like a dog let out to lick its wounds. Wasn’t he, after all? He let the scout rifle rest in the crook of his shoulder, looking to the other guardian through the barred visor of his helmet. “How long is this assignment? You plan on remapping the entire continent?”