#spare-15

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@spare-15:

    The Shadow’s touch sent a chill down Trigger’s spine that likely didn’t go unnoticed no matter how subtle. His reflective visor perfectly framed the neutral expression that shaped his face, eyes alight within the airtight shell that surrounded them. They stared intently with the involuntary rise of his head to see something akin to unholy staring back.

  Or so they say.          Anything that strays from the Traveler’s ‘grace’                                                                       is considered as such.

    He was but a mere man, a single soul, one not touched by the Light so many in the City coveted. The ace, now facing something of legend, had no witty comments or desperate please. As silent as the grave he’d surely end up in crossing this one’s path. Life outside the Wall wasn’t easy, especially after losing the last man on his rogue squadron.

    For a moment, Trigger thought upon the events that lead up to this halt in his never ending journey. A pair of Guardians had been shot down, his doing, after he’d finally caught up to them. They deserved it for what they did to Full Band; that man still had a chance at redemption and the Light-bearers took it away. When he landed to inspect his ship, the Shadow swooped in.

    When he finally spoke, his tone was flat and quiet- it was Human.                   “ Who.. are you? “

   At first he considered gunning down the pilot. Others who killed Guardians were so very few and far between, each other meant less for him, he didn’t enjoy that prospect too much. Time to think of death leads to far more curious ideas. The sky was the only place where his reign of terror came to an end. 

   Thorn mattered little against the reinforced hull of a jumpship. 

   Now he has his prey within his grasp quite literally, other hand holding a weapon crafted through sin. “Does it matter?” Comes his rumbled answer. Names were rarely useful when death lingered just beyond frayed eyesight, waiting within the ticking seconds. 

   “You have a choice to make.” Rare was the occasion when Dredgen offered anything to anyone. It was a dangerous game to play with someone so tainted in nefarious actions and who was more than willing to kill for the smallest reasons to simply none at all. A few more seconds crawl past them as Yor studies his reflection within the concave surface staring up to him. 

   “I need someone willing to pluck Guardians out of the sky.” Such simplicity fails to mention what the implications were of working alongside someone infamous for carving out the Light of each kill; to join the ranks of dastardly beings seeking an end to Humanity’s weakness was not something anyone could come back from.

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@spare-15 gets a spooky boi

   He is in a place unknown. That in itself is not odd, but the rolling green landscape beneath him is. Paetgeon had been too close to the explosion of a Void Gate collapse while in Archwing flight, and while he hoped the ensuing silence of his Cephalon meant they were on their way while simultaneously angry with him for not listening (maybe angry is the wrong word), he is starting to become doubtful.

   There is only a displaced feeling of being lost within a land that is not so familiar. The gate had lead to a land plagued with poison and infection, swamps swarming most of the planet, and everywhere else dull splotches of tan hills. There are smooth grasses and expanding scenery of crops growing here. 

   It is a welcome sight if he were to ever see one from his hovering perch just above it all. Paetgeon hangs in the air like an idle balloon without a trickle of wind to move him, and he remains there for some time before his warning system alerts the presence of another in the sky. Head on a swivel the Warframe’s gaze turns upwards to the formation drifting along over head. Have they noticed him yet? 

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and another for @spare-15

   He’s seen the strange Excalibur only a few times. They are one of those who does not speak, though Paetgeon has yet to determine if it was because the ability to had been lost or another reason was the cause. Sitting within the snow of the Orb Vallis a terrible idea forms within the Nekros’s mind. 

   With a small wave of his hand a single shadow crawls out of carnage long since hidden beneath the ever falling white. It is a raknoid, small an insignificant compared to its brethren, and the ghastly machine crawls on over to the Umbra. Once close enough it jumps up and just.. sits there, square in the middle of the Excalibur’s back.

[notpetals]

Boss Battle! Let's go!

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i may have picked this specifically bc of the blog u sent it from but

[notpetals]

Yor is given a rose, only, the rose has no petals and extra thorns.

he is going to very. very carefully. shove the entire thing in his mouth.delicious. 

[notpetals]

❛ I wonder what would become of me, and comfort myself that in a hundred years I will be dead and at peace. ❜

   They are idle once again. In the cold of night the man of few words speaks far more than Yor thinks he had ever heard in a single stretch of time. Unprompted too. A minor sense of mirth enters Yor at the idea of peace. Lucky you. One life and one death, better hope a Ghost doesn’t come along and choose you later on.

   “Way to be optimistic.”

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“ I should hate you but I don’t and I don’t know why. ”

   “If it is not hate that runs through you at the sight of me killing Humanity’s last supposed line of defense, then what do you feel, I wonder.” The Dredgen knows well enough that Trigger held no fondness for the Guardians and their City. They had turned their backs on him and his response was the same. 

   “I cannot take you for the type who.. enjoys, watching another take life. So, what is it that you hold towards me?” Both of them can find no solace with Guardians any longer but does the pilot hate them? It does not answer his question in the slightest. The opposite was fondness but Yor does not see that being a possibility either. What a curious thing to ponder over. 

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" it’s moving through the trees. "

   “It?” he asks incredulously. Turning away from Trigger to peer up into the trees he finds nothing there, brows furrowing both out of concern and confusion. Dredgen had learned very quickly that the pilot rarely spoke save when it was completely necessary to the both of them. So, the fact that he needed to mention something, was in the very least a cause for the shadow to be on alert. 

   “What do you mean by, it?”