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Coming Home
Skolas left the room, leaving Laine alone with Rhysis. She smiled to herself and resisted the urge to laugh. He hadn’t noticed her yet, being too busy going over plans of some kind.
She gave a small smile, wandering over towards him, her footsteps quiet on the metal floor. She stopped when she was a few feet away from him. “Rhysis,” she said softly, looking up at him with a tender gaze.
+ closed thread with wolvesarchon
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It had been a few days since the Warmind had come in connect with any enemies near his bunker. If it was not himself flushing them out with high-grade military weaponry, it was his Watch passing by to do just the same with the help of the Gardener’s Light. It was routine, however. For only a week would pass before they would return, sniffing out the progress left behind and working to continue it. Rasputin initially would pay it no mind, as what little breakthrough his enemies were able to make hardly proved him much threat at the current time. However, once they began to grow agitated, the Warmind found himself thinning their numbers over and over again.
When an alert pinged his systems of a threat entering the danger zone of his area, he pulled his focus into determining what it was exactly. He expected the early return of his frequent visitors, ready to count their numbers as to make sure none were missed later in his attack, but not a lone Fallen approaching where his brethren had fallen once and many times before.
"What is a 'bikini' ?" [innocent questions asked by rhysis]
Laine blushed violet. “Oh, it’s a type of uhhh garment that people, women mostly - err Humans, Awoken, and Exos - wear when swimming.” She ran a hand through her hair and gave a nervous laugh. “It’s...errrr...rather revealing.”
Sacrificial Lamb
closed with wolvesarchon
It had taken her ages to track the Wolves down. Contact after contact, with so many dead ends. It had taken weeks. Months. But she had finally found them.
She’d taken a...stop at the Vestian outpost. Blended among the various Guardians there and gathered as much information as she could. Hopefully the Wolves would have some use for it.
She walked nervously through the Citadel area on Venus. It was cleared of Vex, no doubt by Guardians who had passed through. She was unarmed, in her simple black and sunset colored robes. No doubt the Wolves would have lookouts placed. She wondered why they had chosen this, of all places.
Hesitant foosteps stepped into the Juncture area, so she could find the pillar of light that would take her up to the Terminus. She walked slowly, cautiously. She hoped they would believe her.
She told herself this was because she wanted to help the Wolves, and that was part of the reason...but she also wanted to see Rhysis again. She wanted to make sure he was alright.
"Please stay?" [oops]
The couldn’t be happening. This just could not be happening.
They’d gotten Rhysis. Well, they hadn’t gotten him completely. He’d put up one hell of a fight. But in the end, even though they had been the Awoken’s forces back, he’d been grievously injured in the process.
So that was how Laine came to be sitting on the bed where he was attached to various monitors, bandages and stitches and whatever else covering his form. Though he was much bigger than her, curled up on this bed in the Wolves Ketch, he seemed so small.
She sat with one of his hands in her lap, silent tears falling down her face. She didn’t want to cry in front of everyone, but in the privacy of the infirmary, she allowed herself a moment to let her emotions out.
Gentle fingers traced the patterns of the lines on his palms. She let out a sob, turned and looking at his face. It was almost if he were just sleeping. But it wasn’t so.
Laine moved so that she was sitting by his head, leaning down and pressing her forehead to Rhysis’ cheek, whispering to him. “You’re strong. You’re so strong, Rhysis...” The tears started to flow again. “You can pull through this. We need you. Please come back to us. Come back to me. Don’t go...”
Her hand brushed through his hair as she sat there, forehead pressed to his cheek, tears running down her face. “Please stay...”
Out of the Fire
wolvesarchon
Laine wondered, and not for the first time, how she always seemed to manage to get herself into these situations.
She had been in the Cosmodrome, scouting out a series of abandoned buildings, looked like they were labs at one point, only to stumble upon a Hive infestation. She’d been too deep into the facilities to escape quickly, and had quickly gotten surrounded and overwhelmed. The Darkness was thick here, its presence choking her like ash. Her Ghost Haven had fallen silent a bit ago, the Darkness taking its toll on him too.
So there she was, injured and exhausted, her Light low, crouched around a corner in a wide hallway. She had ran, trying to get some distance, any distance, between her and the Hive. She knew they’ find her though. She’d run out of ammo a bit ago, leaving her with nothing but a shortsword to defend herself with. At least she had that.
She tried to steady her breathing as she heard the chattering of thralls not far off. Her helmet had gotten knocked off a while ago, and she was sure some thrall claws had raked across her forehead, judging from the blood running down her face. She felt pain race through her every time she moved, knowing she’d been shot in the back and thigh. Thralls had gotten her on her stomach and neck as well. The wounds on her neck were bleeding a lot more than her others, but she was sure that if they’d hit a major artery she’d be dead already.
The trail of bioluminescant red blood didn’t help her hide very well, and soon she heard a shriek, and the thralls were upon her again. She gathered what Light she could to her and lashed out with the shortsword, slashing the first thrall that ran at her in the chest, and the one next to it in the arm, making it howl and retreat for a moment.
But thralls traveled in large packs, and it wasn’t long before arc-laced claws raked across her chest. She stifled a shout of pain, and summoned her Light to her, slamming into the thrall with void energy. It exploded in violet light, taking out those round it as well, and the Warlock ran.
She couldn’t keep this up for much longer.
So, We meet again [Closed]
[ wolvesarchon ] Location: Venus, Ishtar sink. Abby was working on some Vanguard missions in the Sink. There had been a boom in patrol missions that needed to be done. All the Guardians had been opting for doing missions on Mars or Earth as they were easier to get to, Lazy? Who knew. But the small purple bot was working through them slowly. The slightly garbled voices played through the mission markers. Was that Cayde? How old was this Clearing mission? “Fingers on triggers, Guardians” “Yes, Sir! Mr. Cayde, Sir!” She muttered saluting the flashing green totem. “Abby, It’s a recording. He can’t hear you” her ghost muttered rolling his optic “O-Oh.. whops. I keep forgetting that” Lifting up her Hard-light the Guardian started to patrol the area. Shooting anything that moved. The sound of her hardlight filled the otherwise silent area. Heads of dregs and Vex alike popping off and filling up the mission on her HUD. moving stealthily through the area she heard a rustling behind a rock. Slipping around the corner she pointed her auto-rifle at the offending party and almost pulled the trigger. “DIE, SCU-” Before her finger twiched she recognised the big Archon standing before her. “Mr. Rhysis?” She said lowering the gun. “You’re not a bad guy... What are you doing here?”
