#rcyalgucrd

[reawakening]

I know the pieces fit 'Cause I watched them tumble down. No fault, none to blame It doesn't mean I don't desire to Point the finger, blame the other Watch the temple topple over. To bring the pieces back together Rediscover communication.

The poetry That comes from the squaring off between And the circling is worth it Finding beauty in the dissonance.

@rcyalgucrd

[driiftcr-blog]

Awoken were ridiculously interesting to him. Ethereal, walking around the universe as if they deserved to be the owners of everything. Elegant, even --all the important pieces of the awoken peacock kingdom were better dressed than any of the kings and queens of history. Petra Venj was a walking example, and the biggest difference, as well. Oh, it was always a work of art to see that one in action.

“Aren’t you a little away from home, sister? You don’t get to see that many awoken around here”.

@rcyalgucrd is ready for a fire fight

[blitzherzen]

❛   i’ve seen what’s down there  .  ❜

until dawn starters

He gazes into the misty, mysterious depths between the jagged floating rocks of the ethereal planetoid, legs dangling off the edge of a cliff and swinging as his sniper rifle lay across his lap. There wasn’t a reason to disbelieve that there was something else down there, whether that be a void or something deeper. Maybe even Darker.

“... I kinda wonder what exactly is under... All of this.” He idly mused and glanced up to Petra for a short moment, turning his attention back to the misty abyss not long after.

[abscntwill-blog]

ϟ

Send ϟ and my muse will tell yours about one of their scars!

     The glove slipped from his hand and unto the ground. A smokey black that left a transparent trail where it moved and that would come to disappear, yet upon the hand was riddled scars. One that stuck out more than the rest. It was visible due to the fact it glowed bright yellow much like his eyes. 

     “ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ, fʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴ ᴇʟɪᴋsɴɪ. ɪ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴏffᴇʀ... ʙᴜᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɴᴏ ᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴡ. ”

[notpetals]

❛ I don’t know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do them? There are some things that should be forgotten by everyone, and never spoken of again. ❜

   Yor has his attention drawn by her voice. Eyes shift among the dark of his hood, staring ceaselessly outwards and waiting for Petra to come to an end. He does not have an answer to the question. Not in the slightest. Though the shadow does know well enough why they would want to be recalled generations later. 

   “Talking about them certainly doesn’t accomplish that.”

[acetosix]

“  it’s  not  my  fault  ---  “  tone  mirrors  slight  strain  in  his  movements,  cramming  a  cache  full  of  odds  &  ends;  tucking  it  into  a  corner  before  covering  it  in  green  &  earth.  a  clap  of  gloved  hands  &  plume  of  dust  signal  the  exos  satisfaction  with  his  latest  handiwork.    “  if  the  awoken  didn’t  want  me  to  try  &  steal  borrow  their  goodies  they  wouldn’t  make  everything  so.  damn.  SHINY.  i  mean  really                 it’s  just  begging  to  get  stol --  er  --  borrowed.  b o r r o w e d.  “  correction  accompanies  a  shrug  of  broad  shoulders  before  they  slump  in  a  show  of  comical  dramatics.    “  which,  by  the  by,  rude  i  ain’t  gettin’  a  v.i.p  tour  of  that  dreaming  city--  not  cool,  thought  we  were  true  pals  petra.  my  heart  just  might  be  breakin’.  “  (  @rcyalgucrd   //   starter call  )

[titanjexson-blog]

❛ The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead. ❜

MCR ‘The Black Parade’ Starters

MCR ‘The Black Parade’ Starters

     The titans mind sat awhile on her words. Taking mental note as he’s done with others who had given him any kind of advice prior. His response was a simple blink, a nod of the head to follow.  

      He had one of those already. Ashton. Her words linked exactly to that, the stress and worry inside the baggage of it. “ I understand. ” Jexson finally spoke. His eyes trailing over opposite side of the room to take a long look at the team he had built throughout the years. It was small, for now, but it was still good. “ Having to lead a walking dead man is.. Troublesome, at times.., but I do everything in my power to make sure all is well. All is safe. I plan to keep it that way. ”

[blitzherzen]

‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’

love(?) starters

This is why he didn’t like being assigned to patrol the Dreaming City.

Sure, it was a cryptic place, as pretty as it was. He appreciated its beauty, but that wasn’t to say that it didn’t unsettle him every time he came by. He felt like he didn’t belong there, he knew he didn’t belong there. And while both the Awoken and the Guardians were both well aware of that fact, the aura of the planetoid sunk that fact into his mind like a knife.

He thought it was just a small group of Taken wandering this area at first. Easy enough, he thought, it’ll be like taking down a squadron of the bastards on Io or something. They’re kingless, mindless, as far as he’s concerned. Even if things get difficult, he can handle a boss fight or two.

Not this time, it seems.

The waves kept coming and growing in strength. Whatever this place was, and possibly whatever it held was probably important to the Taken and Hive’s motives. That’s the best reason he could think of, tactical advantage.

And they started to have a tactical advantage of their own against the sole Arcstrider, even as he leaped and bolted between pillars and walls and enemies like he were in a pinball machine striking with erratic yet graceful speed. But there was one too many projectiles and one too many strikes and he kept on tumbling down hard.

He staggered up now, still crackling with Arc throughout his body as he reoriented himself with the environment around him. A large Taken Ogre blocked his path, surounded by the likes of Vandals and Psions and Wizards all trying to cut him down. As quick as he is on his feet and in the air, he knew that bit off more than he thought he could chew.

Battered and panting he ducks behind a crystal wall, sending out a call for assistance in taking down this sudden surge of Taken. He glanced back to the corner with his machine gun in hand until a voice came back through his comms, a clear sigh of relief.

“Thank the Light, I was about to get decimated out here.” He stands up and peers back around the corner, flinching back when a Vandal’s shot whizzes by his face. “I don’t know what’s up here, but they REALLY don’t want anyone near it!”