Dredgen Faith

@virulentvirtue

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*sighs dreamily* what is Wrong with him

❛ i can't tell what's real or what i'm dreaming anymore , ❜ -Virulentvirtue

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“Maybe ‘should lay off the chems for a while, then?”

Dredgen Hope was prodding absently at a smoldering fire, not too intent on everything around him still steaming with the morning sun. The high mountain plains were safe, but it was frigid.

When he does finally look over at Faith, it’s with a slight sneer to his voice. “‘Sides, I thought you hated synthetic shit? I heard you talk all about how good drugs used to be in the Golden Age for three years now, and here you are taking whatever scraps you can find now. Shameful.”

"The witness is dead, Germaine."

The exo reaches absently for the last dregs of what they were sharing, but his hand falls limp.

"God is dead."

Dredgen Hope frowns, not a sneer like before, but sincerely. And before he can stop himself, he’s grabbed the last vial and stuck it in his pocket. Better to keep it out of Faith’s grasp for now.

“If you say so, brother. Don’t ever reckon it was really alive to begin with, to be honest.”

Dredgen Faith lifts his head, looking up at the travler.

"But that damn thing's still in the sky, still lording over us."

He rose to his feet, summoning his golden gun and pointing it toward the travler.

Faith's pistol roars as he fires off several shots into the sky, wordless defiance.

Germaine watches this display of hostility, but not for long. There was almost something shameful about it, truth be told.

“Sure, you be angry about that. Being angry’s good. Can’t die if you’re angry.” He rumbles, setting to work cooking up what little scraps of food they had left.

One Hive egg, some assorted Eliksni bits, and some herbs he’d traded for the day before. Perfect for an omelet.

“Just do me a favor, and don’t waste your super like that again, yeah? Better uses for it then shootin’ at dead things.”

Faith was breathing heavily, his hand falling to his side. He curses quietly,

"Do you know what its like, to realize you've dedicated your life to the losing side?." he spat a wad of oil-black plehgm off into the grass, "I ain't even a guardian no more."

He watched as Dredgen Hope gathered the ingredients, knew what he was trying to do.

"You eat it." He said after a few moments, "You still have a stomach that needs feeding."

❛ i can't tell what's real or what i'm dreaming anymore , ❜ -Virulentvirtue

@virulentvirtue

“Maybe ‘should lay off the chems for a while, then?”

Dredgen Hope was prodding absently at a smoldering fire, not too intent on everything around him still steaming with the morning sun. The high mountain plains were safe, but it was frigid.

When he does finally look over at Faith, it’s with a slight sneer to his voice. “‘Sides, I thought you hated synthetic shit? I heard you talk all about how good drugs used to be in the Golden Age for three years now, and here you are taking whatever scraps you can find now. Shameful.”

"The witness is dead, Germaine."

The exo reaches absently for the last dregs of what they were sharing, but his hand falls limp.

"God is dead."

Dredgen Hope frowns, not a sneer like before, but sincerely. And before he can stop himself, he’s grabbed the last vial and stuck it in his pocket. Better to keep it out of Faith’s grasp for now.

“If you say so, brother. Don’t ever reckon it was really alive to begin with, to be honest.”

Dredgen Faith lifts his head, looking up at the travler.

"But that damn thing's still in the sky, still lording over us."

He rose to his feet, summoning his golden gun and pointing it toward the travler.

Faith's pistol roars as he fires off several shots into the sky, wordless defiance.

❛ i can't tell what's real or what i'm dreaming anymore , ❜ -Virulentvirtue

@virulentvirtue

“Maybe ‘should lay off the chems for a while, then?”

Dredgen Hope was prodding absently at a smoldering fire, not too intent on everything around him still steaming with the morning sun. The high mountain plains were safe, but it was frigid.

When he does finally look over at Faith, it’s with a slight sneer to his voice. “‘Sides, I thought you hated synthetic shit? I heard you talk all about how good drugs used to be in the Golden Age for three years now, and here you are taking whatever scraps you can find now. Shameful.”

"The witness is dead, Germaine."

The exo reaches absently for the last dregs of what they were sharing, but his hand falls limp.

"God is dead."

yw being protective over eris because they think drifter probably isnt good enough for her,, but this is just their way of showing they care

bloodstainedgauntlet

whats that kink called that you get from reading too much fantasy lit as a child that makes you want to be tortured in front of someone who loves you so you can see the pleading desperation in their eyes and hear how much they love you in between the cracks of their voice and really truly believe they would do anything to save you. also you get to look so cool and brave and covered in blood and soooo able to withstand pain haha no just me? ok

There is a tiny pup sitting on the dash of Wiseman’s ship as he enters. no more than a bundle of fluffy, white fur and bright green eyes, it yips and bounces as he gets closer, trying to get close enough to lick Wiseman’s mask.

Wiseman draws his thorn and trains it on the thing, managing to keep from pulling the trigger at the last second.

"What'n Damnation?" Wiseman lifts a hand to shield himself as the thing landed on his chest. "THIS HAD BETTER BE BREAKFAST!"

A giggle comes from the back of the ship as Corinth approaches, picking the pup up into his arms. “Nope! This is Dinner!”

"How much of your paycheck did you blow on this thing?" Wiseman asked, dusting dog hair off his front.

“None! Found her out in the wastes, all by herself, so I brought her with me!”

Wiseman jerked violently, out of his seat, smashing a hand into Corinth's head and pushing him down away from the windows.

"Get down!" He aimed his gun toward the window, "You didn't think a sparkling white dog in the middle of the wastes might be a trap?"

He drew his weapon back after a moment, holding it at his hip.

"If that dog gets me shot, I'm shooting it." Wiseman stated, "I mean it. I'll shoot that puppy in the face."

He wouldn't, of course, not unless he was starving.

As he spoke, he reached up and absent-mindedly stroked behind it's ears.

There is a tiny pup sitting on the dash of Wiseman’s ship as he enters. no more than a bundle of fluffy, white fur and bright green eyes, it yips and bounces as he gets closer, trying to get close enough to lick Wiseman’s mask.

Wiseman draws his thorn and trains it on the thing, managing to keep from pulling the trigger at the last second.

"What'n Damnation?" Wiseman lifts a hand to shield himself as the thing landed on his chest. "THIS HAD BETTER BE BREAKFAST!"

A giggle comes from the back of the ship as Corinth approaches, picking the pup up into his arms. “Nope! This is Dinner!”

"How much of your paycheck did you blow on this thing?" Wiseman asked, dusting dog hair off his front.

“None! Found her out in the wastes, all by herself, so I brought her with me!”

Wiseman jerked violently, out of his seat, smashing a hand into Corinth's head and pushing him down away from the windows.

"Get down!" He aimed his gun toward the window, "You didn't think a sparkling white dog in the middle of the wastes might be a trap?"

There is a tiny pup sitting on the dash of Wiseman’s ship as he enters. no more than a bundle of fluffy, white fur and bright green eyes, it yips and bounces as he gets closer, trying to get close enough to lick Wiseman’s mask.

Wiseman draws his thorn and trains it on the thing, managing to keep from pulling the trigger at the last second.

"What'n Damnation?" Wiseman lifts a hand to shield himself as the thing landed on his chest. "THIS HAD BETTER BE BREAKFAST!"

A giggle comes from the back of the ship as Corinth approaches, picking the pup up into his arms. “Nope! This is Dinner!”

"How much of your paycheck did you blow on this thing?" Wiseman asked, dusting dog hair off his front.

There is a tiny pup sitting on the dash of Wiseman’s ship as he enters. no more than a bundle of fluffy, white fur and bright green eyes, it yips and bounces as he gets closer, trying to get close enough to lick Wiseman’s mask.

Wiseman draws his thorn and trains it on the thing, managing to keep from pulling the trigger at the last second.

"What'n Damnation?" Wiseman lifts a hand to shield himself as the thing landed on his chest. "THIS HAD BETTER BE BREAKFAST!"

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"Oh fuck, you're back!" Khalom pointed a finger at Wiseman. "And I was just about to put another noise maker in your den, too."

"YOU'RE the one whose been puttin' those damn things---You almost gave me a heart attack!" Yes, exos could have those. "You little shit!"

Yet he doesn't go for his weapon. He's not sure why, he just can't bring himself to want to kill her.

“Hey, Wiseman?” Corinth peeks his head out from the back of the jump ship, greens eyes flickering a bit.

“Can I ask you something?”

Wiseman has his arm opened up on a table. He's digging around in his forearm with a small screwdriver.

"You just did." He said, flatly.

“Don’t be so grumpy. I mean a real question, not a rhetorical one.” Corinth slips into the room fully, pulling up a folding chair to sit across the table from Wiseman, careful not to shake it.

“Will you go to Europa with me? To..to find those files I was talking about before? I’m sure they’re somewhere on that ice ball, but I don’t know it well enough to go alone.”

Wiseman's fingers twitched and spasmed, and he cursed quietly.

"You SURE you wanna know, kid?" he said flatly, "You may end up worse than when you started out."

brayscharitycase

“…I don’t know. But I keeps gnawing at me.”

Seeing the twitch, he frowns a little, leaning forward.

“Need an extra hand? I wouldn’t mind helping.”

Wiseman glanced at him, then his arm, then back to him.

"Yeah, sure. Come hold this thing here." He gestured weith his chin to the screwdriver.

"We can go. But we gotta keep the bug from knowing. The old one, what's his name...Variks."

brayscharitycase

Stepping out from his chair, Corinth comes up beside the older Exo, holding the screwdriver carefully. “Yeah, probably not best if the Vanguard finds out we’ve been snooping around up that way. But, why avoid Variks? Wouldn’t he be a valuable guide?”

"He'll tell the Vanguard you've been poking around in the Deep Stone Crypt."

Wiseman grabbed a small torch and stuck it into his arm, with the screwdriver holding the elecric cord tendon out of the way, he could reach the misfiring nerve and burn away the gunk from Nessus that had worked its way into his circuits.

"Do you have Raid Clearance?" He lifted his head, letting it fall slightly to one side in that way he did instead of cocking an eyebrow he didn't have.

brayscharitycase

“Erm. No.”

Robotic eyes whine as they adjust to the bright sparks from the torch, only to rapidly adjust again once they’re gone.

“But, Saint’s been trying to get me on a Raid team for a while now, Zavala just won’t hear anything about it. Guess in his mind, I’ll always be that little kid walking up to the Tower for the first time.”

He sighs a little, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“So..any ideas on how we get in?”

"We go in on a strike with a third person. One who could buy us time. Head to Europe. We go off the strike path, hit the crypt, get back before the strike's done. Trick is, keeping Variks distracted." He set the welder aside and swung the arm panel shut, hissing a bit in pain as feeling flooded back into his fingers. "You know anyone you trust to cover your ass?" Here, he looked toward Corinth, meeting his gaze with eyes he didn't have.

brayscharitycase

“I mean..I can think of a few people. Peixe, Echo, Drifter-“

He breaks off at the last one, a sly grin in his eyes.

“But, you know, out of that list, only two of them really have the expertise needed for distractions.”

"Echo. No,"

Wiseman paused, tapping his fingers against the table. Briefly, he pondered how long it'd been since he got laid.

"Maybe Drifter. We'll see how it goes. But Echo's probably the best bet, Kid."

Blurt out the first sexual fantasy or desire your muse has towards mine, no matter what it is. No consequences! SEIZE THE MOMENT! (Anons welcome!)

BONUS: if you’re off anon & someone my muse ships/already likes, they HAVE to blurt out the first sexual fantasy that comes to their mind over YOUR muse.

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“Hey, Wiseman?” Corinth peeks his head out from the back of the jump ship, greens eyes flickering a bit.

“Can I ask you something?”

Wiseman has his arm opened up on a table. He's digging around in his forearm with a small screwdriver.

"You just did." He said, flatly.

“Don’t be so grumpy. I mean a real question, not a rhetorical one.” Corinth slips into the room fully, pulling up a folding chair to sit across the table from Wiseman, careful not to shake it.

“Will you go to Europa with me? To..to find those files I was talking about before? I’m sure they’re somewhere on that ice ball, but I don’t know it well enough to go alone.”

Wiseman's fingers twitched and spasmed, and he cursed quietly.

"You SURE you wanna know, kid?" he said flatly, "You may end up worse than when you started out."

brayscharitycase

“…I don’t know. But I keeps gnawing at me.”

Seeing the twitch, he frowns a little, leaning forward.

“Need an extra hand? I wouldn’t mind helping.”

Wiseman glanced at him, then his arm, then back to him.

"Yeah, sure. Come hold this thing here." He gestured weith his chin to the screwdriver.

"We can go. But we gotta keep the bug from knowing. The old one, what's his name...Variks."

brayscharitycase

Stepping out from his chair, Corinth comes up beside the older Exo, holding the screwdriver carefully. “Yeah, probably not best if the Vanguard finds out we’ve been snooping around up that way. But, why avoid Variks? Wouldn’t he be a valuable guide?”

"He'll tell the Vanguard you've been poking around in the Deep Stone Crypt."

Wiseman grabbed a small torch and stuck it into his arm, with the screwdriver holding the elecric cord tendon out of the way, he could reach the misfiring nerve and burn away the gunk from Nessus that had worked its way into his circuits.

"Do you have Raid Clearance?" He lifted his head, letting it fall slightly to one side in that way he did instead of cocking an eyebrow he didn't have.

brayscharitycase

“Erm. No.”

Robotic eyes whine as they adjust to the bright sparks from the torch, only to rapidly adjust again once they’re gone.

“But, Saint’s been trying to get me on a Raid team for a while now, Zavala just won’t hear anything about it. Guess in his mind, I’ll always be that little kid walking up to the Tower for the first time.”

He sighs a little, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“So..any ideas on how we get in?”

"We go in on a strike with a third person. One who could buy us time. Head to Europe. We go off the strike path, hit the crypt, get back before the strike's done. Trick is, keeping Variks distracted." He set the welder aside and swung the arm panel shut, hissing a bit in pain as feeling flooded back into his fingers. "You know anyone you trust to cover your ass?" Here, he looked toward Corinth, meeting his gaze with eyes he didn't have.

“Hey, Wiseman?” Corinth peeks his head out from the back of the jump ship, greens eyes flickering a bit.

“Can I ask you something?”

Wiseman has his arm opened up on a table. He's digging around in his forearm with a small screwdriver.

"You just did." He said, flatly.

“Don’t be so grumpy. I mean a real question, not a rhetorical one.” Corinth slips into the room fully, pulling up a folding chair to sit across the table from Wiseman, careful not to shake it.

“Will you go to Europa with me? To..to find those files I was talking about before? I’m sure they’re somewhere on that ice ball, but I don’t know it well enough to go alone.”

Wiseman's fingers twitched and spasmed, and he cursed quietly.

"You SURE you wanna know, kid?" he said flatly, "You may end up worse than when you started out."

brayscharitycase

“…I don’t know. But I keeps gnawing at me.”

Seeing the twitch, he frowns a little, leaning forward.

“Need an extra hand? I wouldn’t mind helping.”

Wiseman glanced at him, then his arm, then back to him.

"Yeah, sure. Come hold this thing here." He gestured weith his chin to the screwdriver.

"We can go. But we gotta keep the bug from knowing. The old one, what's his name...Variks."

brayscharitycase

Stepping out from his chair, Corinth comes up beside the older Exo, holding the screwdriver carefully. “Yeah, probably not best if the Vanguard finds out we’ve been snooping around up that way. But, why avoid Variks? Wouldn’t he be a valuable guide?”

"He'll tell the Vanguard you've been poking around in the Deep Stone Crypt."

Wiseman grabbed a small torch and stuck it into his arm, with the screwdriver holding the elecric cord tendon out of the way, he could reach the misfiring nerve and burn away the gunk from Nessus that had worked its way into his circuits.

"Do you have Raid Clearance?" He lifted his head, letting it fall slightly to one side in that way he did instead of cocking an eyebrow he didn't have.

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