The last and surest argument

When the long dark closes around us, we will be the last light. (Indie Destiny Wei-Ning RP)

[wei-ning-punching-queen]

And then there’s this asshole.

[new-safe-space]

[wei-ning-punching-queen]

"Wei-Ning," Cyra said, looking at the Titan warily, "You know that you're like my idol and everything, but uh. . . hoe. Don't do it." (((LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL)).

16. Playing a game of chicken with cars

“Oh come on it’s not like it can even hurt me. You know, permanently.” She called back to the younger Guardian, standing proudly at the end of a flat stretch of ground. At the other end a truck was waiting, ready to be mounted even though she was just standing. “See someone’s going to get in the truck, than we’ll charge at each other and whoever veers or explodes first loses!”

[loudwhispersandquietlions-blog]

Send me “Hoe Don’t Do It” and I’ll generate a number

Chugging an entire bottle of hot sauce

Admitting a crush

Running a red light

Kissing your muse

Flipping off a police officer

Setting a chip on fire and eating it

Telling a bad pun

Proposing to your muse (real or fake, you decide)

Starting a flash mob

Commencing an impromptu rap battle

Killing a man

Robbing a gas station

Stealing a car

Carrying your muse someplace

Pushing your muse out of a helicopter, with or without a parachute

Playing a game of chicken with cars

[wei-ning-punching-queen]

I have a feeling you'd own a tee-shirt that said: "I'll punch Crota, I don't give a fuck."

Well we all know how that ended up don’t we.

Remember kids, punch everything except Crota.

[become-legend]

Queen of the Reef Artist Ref

[wei-ning-punching-queen]

Destiny Fandom: I'm gonna shove this game up my ass

[nagunkgunk]

lmao

[trailertrashmom26]

nice chair

[wei-ning-punching-queen]

Wei Ning? THE Wei NING? *Does a girly squeal.* Cyra's got stars in her eyes for all the legends already!

"The one and only." Wei Ning couldn’t help the pleased grin that appeared on her face, fame could be pretty sweet on occasion. She tried not to let it go to her head, tried being the operative word. ”What can I do for you? No autographs though, just saying.”

[newborn-guardian-cyra]

"No way no way no way no way!" Cyra said, a giddy smile on her face.

Two legends in such a short time? It was like… Oh, god strike her down and she’d be happy. Requiem popped into the air, examining her human.

[ Calm down. You’re acting like a child. ]

I can’t! Cyra thought.

"I just… Let me stare at you for a little longer. Different classes or not, you’re one of my idols! You’re not afraid to punch anything - you laugh! I mean, I get scared all the time, but not you! You’re like, invincible. How do you do it? I’ve gotta know.” The words left her all in a rush, and she almost, almost asked for an autograph.

Or she didn’t know if she wanted to ask for a punch. Either or would be the best token to remember her encounter with Wei Ning by.

[wei-ning-punching-queen]

"Take your time kid, bask in it." She crossed her arms patiently, hips cocked to one side as she waited. The grin on her face got bigger and bigger with each compliment she received. "Invincible might be a bit much, but you’re right on the money with most of that.”

She felt a brief exasperation from her Ghost as it brushed against her mind, but she ignored it. 

"Not much to it really, everyone’s a little nervous the first few missions. But then you realize you just punched a whole clean through three feet of Cabal- or whatever it is you Hunter types do- and after that you can’t help but enjoy yourself." The Titan was exaggerating, but not by much. It had been a foot and a half at most.

[newborn-guardian-cyra]

Cyra did. She jiggled a little, grinning like a damn fool as she looked at Nei Wing. “I am. I always take chances on you - betting pools in the Hunter lounge. Newborns don’t think you’ll live so I always make a lot of money.”

A quiet snicker at that. Not like Newborns had a lot of Glimmer, but still.

"I’ll have to try that next time. I’ll raid Kade’s armor and steal some of his Titan junk - maybe I’ll be able to punch as good as you one day!" Not likely to happen, but combine a strong punch with a knife, and she was sure she could kill something.

"Ohmygod," She said, suddenly remembering, "Where you there when they put up the Last City’s walls? I heard it only took the Titans three months to build! Or Blue Exodus - were you there when that happened?"

[wei-ning-punching-queen]

"Well well, glad to know someone's making a pretty penny off of me." She laughed heartily, already well aware of the Hunters' tendency towards gambling. It wasn't like Titans didn't indulge in it every once in a while. Well, most of them.

She glanced over her shoulder instinctively to make sure Zavala wasn't listening. 

"Do some push-ups first kid, maybe eat some steaks." Wei Ning chuckled, still nodding. Far be it from her to stop someone from punching whatever the hell they wanted. "But hey give it some work and I'm sure you'll do just fine."

"I wasn't there for the Exodus nah, that was before the Collapse and I'm not that old just yet." She shook her head, it wasn't like she'd have been there even if she'd been alive. She was no runner. "The Walls though, that was some hard work. I was just a baby back then, but I had my share of patrolling for saboteurs."

[reborninlight-archive-blog]

"Blade of Crota got me too."  She moved her robes aside to reveal a large scar poking out over her shoulder. "Goes all the way across my back to the opposite hip.  Nearly died. Permanently."  She gritted her teeth. "I hate those bastards."

[wei-ning-punching-queen]

Wei Ning whistled at the nasty looking scar, shaking her head. "I figure one of these days I'll get the chance to punch their boss in the face, and damn but that's going to feel great."

[reborninlight-archive-blog]

"I prefer my robes, thanks." She laughed, but then her voice took on a tone of seriousness. "Had a bad run in with the Hive in the Cosmodrome a week or so ago.  Concussion, fractured leg, broken arm.  They got my face and ear a little too."  She moved her hair aside to show the claw marks on the edge of her face, leading to a partially shredded ear. "Medical leave."

[wei-ning-punching-queen]

"Ouch, nasty things the hive." She shook her head, grimacing at the wounds the Warlock had taken. Idly she tugged at the collar of her chestplate, pulling it down just far enough to show off mess of scarred flesh where her shoulder met her neck. "Knight got me a few months back, fucker carved right through my armor, almost cut me in two. I never even saw him coming."

[wei-ning-punching-queen]

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19.

"I’ve drank so much rum I feel like a pirate." Wei Ning blurted out rather suddenly to the other guardian, her face flushed and a bottle of said drink clenched in one hand. "Think I'm gonna go take a few rounds in the Crucible, see what happens."

[newborn-guardian-cyra]

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No. 44!

"You think you can intimidate me?" Cyra asked, glaring up hotly at the Titan. Momentarily, she forgot her age, and her class. She was tired of being treated like a goddamn Newborn.

"Just because you’ve punched everything? I’ve sliced up a million things too!"

There weren’t many Guardians in the Tower, but the few that were paying attention eased out the way, well out of the radius of the small feud - if one could call it that. Just out of the blast range.

((Oh god Cyra child what the fuck are you doing))

[newborn-guardian-cyra]

(I’ll be replying to the other one later on tonight - it’s my friday and I fully anticipate sitting my ass down and doing nothing tomorrow. Thanks for being patient with me - I’m sure wei ning wouldn’t mind the fanfare anyhow. Kids have weird mood swings, apparently!)

Okay, maybe… Yeah. Wei Ning didn’t look happy in the slightest, judging by the thin press of her lips or he way her body was tensing up. Cyra had been on the recieving end of a shoulder charge, punch, and a fist of havok - they all hurt. Pretty badly. But those would probably be bee stings compared to what Nei Wing could do.

Cyra clenched her teeth, fury ripping through her.

"I didn’t need your help! I didn’t need anyone’s help!"

She told herself that… But she had. She and a Warlock named Riley had headed out to the moon - one of Cyra’s first forays. Riley, cocky and brash, had egged her into a Darkness Zone, and before she could blink, there had been Knights and Blades of Crota. Riley had died, Ghost crushed under the hand of a Knight, body split in two by a sword. Cyra had fared slightly better, but in losing her friend, she’d gone into a suicidal rage, charging right back into the fray…

Requiem was still shivering under her armor, hiding under her breastplate, terrified out of her processor, scared to transmat anywhere else.

"Do it as many times as you want. We’ll always get back up. I’m not scared of getting hurt."

[wei-ning-punching-queen]

"Yeah, you did." Wei Ning responded bluntly, eyes narrowing dangerously at the smaller girl. "If I hadn't shown up you can bet your ass you'd be as dead as your friend."

It hadn't been a pretty sight she'd stumbled over when she'd finally located the distress signal she'd been getting. It wasn't clear who had set it off, the dead Warlock or maybe one of the two Ghosts, though it certainly hadn't been the lone Hunter charging into the thick of things. 

She'd had to act quickly, blinding the Hive swarming about with a grenade and clearing a hole with a single monstrous Fist of Havoc. It'd barely shaken the shields of some of them, but she'd had just enough time to grab the girl -One she recognized from the tower- by the arm and drag her bodily from the fray. 

"Because no, I can't put you down permanently, but they fucking can." She practically snarled as she stepped closer leaning forward to get right into the Cyra's face, fury of her own rippling like a storm beneath her skin. "And they're not always as nice about it as they were to your buddy back there."

An audible hum filled the air as sparks danced across her knuckles, and it was only the gentle nudge of her own Ghost which kept her from loosing her frustration on the nearest inanimate object. "You're a Guardian now, you don't get to throw your life away like that."

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38.

"Do you know how to shoot something like that?" Wei Ning asked curiously, glancing from the oversized hand cannon she'd lent to the younger guardian up to her face. "First time I took a shot with one I broke three fingers and sprained my wrist." 

Not her proudest moment, but it was better than her first attempt at firing the Gjallarhorn.

[newborn-guardian-cyra]

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No. 44!

"You think you can intimidate me?" Cyra asked, glaring up hotly at the Titan. Momentarily, she forgot her age, and her class. She was tired of being treated like a goddamn Newborn.

"Just because you’ve punched everything? I’ve sliced up a million things too!"

There weren’t many Guardians in the Tower, but the few that were paying attention eased out the way, well out of the radius of the small feud - if one could call it that. Just out of the blast range.

((Oh god Cyra child what the fuck are you doing))

[wei-ning-punching-queen]

"Think? Nah kid I know I can." Wei Ning tried her damnedest to keep her temper in check, but despite the Titans' reputation for levelheadedness that had really never been something she was good at. Hence the reason she was getting into a shouting match out in the middle of the Tower.

Not that that was anything new, but it still wasn't something she liked to recall.

"I've seen a lot of things a lot bigger and scarier than you, didn't stop them from crying like little bitches when I introduced my fist to their internal organs."