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*SLAMS FISTS ON THE TABLE* MORE ASEXUAL AND AROMANTIC REPRESENTATION
*KICKS DOWN A DOOR* NO MORE COMPARING ASEXUALS AND/OR AROMANTICS TO FUCKING ROBOTS AND PLANTS
*PUNCHES A HOLE IN THE WALL* ARO/ACE PEOPLE ARE HUMAN BEINGS WITH FEELINGS AND DESERVE TO BE TREATED WITH SOME GODDAMN RESPECT
*CLIMBS ON TOP OF THE ROOF AND BEATS CHEST* ARO/ACE PEOPLE FUCKING EXIST
“Old Italy?” I smiled. “Uh, there’s a lot of old architecture there apparently. Some of them are from hundreds of years ago. Man, what I’d give…” I leaned back in my chair, remembering faded memories.
“But anyway, I don’t why I want to go back. It’s not like there’s anything there anymore. Nothing of interest, anyway.” I heard the loud pop of another bottle of champagne being opened and the whoops and cheers in the distance. “Goddammit, these people are worse than me…”
He shot her a confused look at her contradicting words but shrugged and hummed distantly. “Nothing of interest huh? Couple of seconds ago, you sounded like you really wanted to go.” He smirked at her and turned his attention back to the crowd again. “At the rate they’re going, it’s going to turn into a giant party of sick Guardians.” He tsked in disgust.
“I do, but just for the, ah, nostalgia factor, yeah? I still remember some things about Italy. They were pretty big about some sports… And there was really bad traffic!” I giggled to myself.
“Well, I think I should go before it gets that far, I cannot handle that kind of stuff,” I stood up, splaying out my hand for him to shake.
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Hawk. We should keep in touch!”
He laughed along with her and tried to imagine what the place would have been like back at its prime.
Standing up quickly and giving her a firm handshake, he nods and smiles at her. "Good idea, I should get going before I accidentally get dragged into whatever shit these guys get caught up in. It was nice meeting you too. Don't be a stranger yeah?" He saluted her one final time and made his way back to his ship.
He let a laugh rumble through him and he smiled down again at the Hunter. “Yeah I don’t think Warlock armor would do you much good. Actually, that asshat just gave me some Hunter cloak. I was gonna dismantle it but it’ll probably be more helpful if I gave it to you.” He hands her a neatly folded frumious cloak and shrugs nonchalantly. “Dismantle it if you want but thought it might look good on you.”
Sara blushes at his generosity, holding out the Obsidian Mind to him. “How about I trade you for it.” She smiles up at him and takes the cloak, holding it close to make sure it doesn’t unfold into a mess of fabric. It was unusual to meet someone so nice, many Guardians seemed to just go on about their business instead of helping someone.
He watched her curiously and let out a low chuckle. "A trade huh? Well I wasn't exactly lookin' for one. Just wanted to give you a little gift." He gently nudges the helmet back towards her and smiles gently at her. "How 'bout you keep that and give it as a gift to someone you know a bit better? They'd probably give it a lot more love than me."
“Xylar, vrusin serigh jryan. Kytian lanrys crystim, shxtrig.” she hissed under her breath, curled into as tight of a ball as she could get herself into. She was surrounded by various minions of the Hive, all seemingly worried about the state their handler was in. To them, her ramblings were nonsense, but she was begging to anything she could for a hidden pain to go away.
One Thrall tried to nuzzle her, but she quickly turned and punched it in as hard as she physically could, which brought a screech from both of them. She could feel the same thing it did; she had started to feel exactly what every being of the Hive did. Wizards, knights, Acolytes, Thrall… She could feel the intense pain of Cursed Thrall radiating through her every moment of every day. She managed to keep herself quiet, but she couldn’t take it for much longer.
Every time one of her ‘children’ was shot, hit, blown to pieces, any time one of them died, she felt the agonizing burning sensation of their bodies disintegrating. Everything they felt, she felt twice as bad.
And, as soon as the Baroness made the mistake of letting her defenses down, as soon as she felt like everyone was safe, she felt the explosions of a chain reaction of Cursed Thrall coursing through her body, and she screamed. She screamed so loudly, so violently that even the Wizards flinched at the sound.
It took all of her remaining strength to push herself to her feet, though she could barely walk. She relied heavily on a nearby Knight to move, though she just had it lead her wherever it wanted to take her. Eventually, she heard voices, one crimson eye opening to look at the source… and it wasn’t a friendly one.
“……..I won’t fight you.” she muttered, voice cracking several times. Taking in a deep breath, she whined “Tell me what you want… just….. do not harm any more of my children…”
He really didn’t mean to wander this far. He’d probaby taken a wrong turn somewhere back up on the surface and now he’d ended up deep in the Hive tunnels. Not that he really minded, of course. He was fine being around the Hive. Hell, he had a couple living in his goddamn cave with him.
Hearing a screech echo off the walls, he clamped his hands over his head to try to soften the sound and placed his hand on the handcannon by his hip. It was loud, louder than a Wizard’s screech. He continued down the pathway uneasily and peered carefully around each corner before proceeding.
Thrall passed him by and he absentmindedly pet a couple of them on the head while nodding to the others. He’d downloaded whatever intel he could a while ago about the Hive’s language but it was rough. The Tower never bothered to learn about the Hive so his vocabulary was limited and choppy at best. Muttering to a Thrall currently chittering up at him, he asked, “What was that screech? Where did it come from?” The Thrall just continued to chitter at him and he let out a frustrated staticky noise. Guess it didn’t understand him.
He gave it a final pat before continuing into a larger room. Seeing the multitude of Hive scattering the room, he proceeded carefully, cautiously picking his way across the room. He was careful to not spook anything and made sure his presence was known well ahead of his approach to each of the Hive.
Seeing them all converging around a single person, he made his way over. It seemed like this was the source of the screech he heard. When she spoke, he raised his hands defensively to show that he meant no harm and had no weapon. “Wow there…I’m not here to hurt you or the Hive.” He gently nudged aside a stay Thrall and knelt down in front of her. “Are you okay? That’s a stupid question, of course you’re not. Do you need any help? What’s wrong…?”
She takes in a deep breath before letting it out as a sigh. “He gave me something I can’t wear…well, I can wear it, but I’m not a Warlock so it wont do me much good…I don’t know why I even bothered…I already have my Bones of Eao..” Sara looks up at the Warlock before her, oh gosh, he is really tall…
He let a laugh rumble through him and he smiled down again at the Hunter. "Yeah I don't think Warlock armor would do you much good. Actually, that asshat just gave me some Hunter cloak. I was gonna dismantle it but it'll probably be more helpful if I gave it to you." He hands her a neatly folded frumious cloak and shrugs nonchalantly. "Dismantle it if you want but thought it might look good on you."
Elise laughed for a few moments before responding. “I don’t even know when my birthday is, so no I don’t.” She released his hand after a few moments, resting her own hands on her hips.
"You're fucking with me, you don't know your birthday?" He laughed in disbelief and shook his head. "You're missing out...Damn all right, we'll just fucking make a birthday up for you. Get a couple of other people in on it and get you some sweet gifts. It'll be perfect." He pocketed the Titan mark and pulled his Ghost out. "Hey asshat, pick a random day for me yeah?"
Elise chuckled in turn. “Sounds like a great idea. I don’t do holidays and the like, but I’ve read enough to understand what one should do in regards to gift giving.”
“I never did get your name. Mine is Elise-29.” She said, holding out her hand for him to shake.
He stared at her hand for a while before remembering to put his own out and shake it. He made a flustered static noise and nodded at her. “H4WK-74, or just Hawk. You don’t do holidays? Tell me you at least celebrate your own birthday or something. You’d be missing out on gifts if you did. I mean I don't do holidays much either but my birthday? Damn right I'd be celebrating that!”
“I’m not looking for the D or the V. I’m lookin’ for the E. Exotic engrams. Yes.”
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Elise grabbed the warlock by the arm and pulled him on towards the Speaker. “I have more glimmer than I know what to do with, so I’ll buy a mark for you.” Once they got to the Speaker, she shelled out 20,000 glimmer for a Moctezuma-Polyphonic. Elise handed it to the Warlock, saying. “Here, give her this. It represent the equality of all under the Light of the Traveler. It’s kind of a backhanded compliment for this stuck up Titan. Might humble her a bit.”
Following her with a surprised expression on his face, he gaped speechlessly as Elise bought the mark. He took it silently and flicked his optics from the mark to Elise and back. He let out a loud laugh and began to fold it neatly. “Wow, you really know these things don’t you? Yeah...I’d absolutely love to give her something like this, I’d better write some sort of a snarky card to go with it too,” he snickered.
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Sara stood there, sighing in frustration. She had bought an engram from Xur a few days ago and had brought it to Rahool, who had decrypted it into a shiny new piece of armor…for a Warlock. “I can’t use this you useless blue asshole!” The Hunter shook her head when the Cryptarch merely shrugged, turning to walk away before almost running into another Guardian. “Oh- sorry..”
“Wow there, you’re okay, don’t worry about it.” He smiled down at the hunter and held his arms out to steady her. “Is Rahool being a dick again? He does that too often.” Looking over at the Cryptarch, he raised is voice slightly and snarked, “Swaps the engrams out on purpose and keeps all the good ones to himself. Don’t bother hiding it, I’ve seen it happen far too often.” Looking back down at the small Hunter in front of him, he asked, “What’d he do to you this time?”
“Old Italy?” I smiled. “Uh, there’s a lot of old architecture there apparently. Some of them are from hundreds of years ago. Man, what I’d give…” I leaned back in my chair, remembering faded memories.
“But anyway, I don’t why I want to go back. It’s not like there’s anything there anymore. Nothing of interest, anyway.” I heard the loud pop of another bottle of champagne being opened and the whoops and cheers in the distance. “Goddammit, these people are worse than me…”
He shot her a confused look at her contradicting words but shrugged and hummed distantly. “Nothing of interest huh? Couple of seconds ago, you sounded like you really wanted to go.” He smirked at her and turned his attention back to the crowd again. “At the rate they’re going, it’s going to turn into a giant party of sick Guardians.” He tsked in disgust.
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I laughed at Hawk’s interaction with his Ghost. Reminded me of myself when I was just learning how everything worked.
“I traced my ancestry back to Italy, a country overseas. They call it Old Italy now, which I think is really unoriginal. I still remember how to speak their language! I’m planning on going there one day, just to see what’s left and if I could ever live there again.” I shrugged, hiding the real reason I was going. “I’ve seen old pictures of it, and the country is beautiful.”
He let out a particularily loud laugh and nodded his head. "Whoever's coming up with the names for these places really needs to work on them. You're right about it being unoriginal as fuck." He watched as a particularily drunk Titan bowl over a smaller Hunter. "It's great that you know where you're from...I woke up in some abandoned shack and never really bothered to figure out where I was. Doesn't really matter now though since I basically live on the Moon. What's the place like?"
Elise had just come out of a meeting with the Speaker and Vanguard, and was about to head over to a friend’s place to hang out and relax. She looked up at the stranger addressing her, and laughed softly at his predicament. “Well other than a giving them glimmer, you could give them a bond, cloak, or mark depending on what class they are. Who is the gift for?”
He grumbled quietly and patted his pockets. "Man, I really have no glimmer these days..." He rubbed his hand on his face and let out a frustrated sigh. "It's for this...stuck up Titan person. i don't know, she's really spoiled and I'm 99% sure she only invited me to this party thing because she wanted more gifts. Or something like that." He shook his head. "Maybe a mark would be good? But would she like that? Fuck, I don't know how these things work."
“Oh.” The Voidwalker sighed and rubbed her temples. She was in a bad mood. Everything had just been going wrong lately. “Sorry…yeah I should definitely stay out of there. Things have just been…hard lately. In a bad mood.”
He nodded slowly and hummed at her. "Well hey, don't let that warning stop you. If you're so insistent on going in there, I can go with. I'd feel better knowing that I can at least do something if anything happens there. But what's been putting you in such a bad mood? I'm all...ears. Even though i don't really have any." He chuckled quietly to himself and cleared his throat. Now was probably not the time for humor.
“I favor RPGs, myself, sadly….” laughed Lional. He fished a belt from his satchel, “but this may help.”
He sighed and took the belt from Lional's hands. Staring at it, he let out a tired groan and attempted to attach the belt to the RPG. "Damnit, I've got no idea where to even put this thing..." He shot a desperate look at the Hunter and made a soft staticky noise.
