- || Thanks x_x I hope so too. I requested a few days off to get better, and I'm hoping it works. Bleh. ||
- Feron | Human Male | Nightstalker Hunter | Tagged: Nadia/Any | Location: Earth -> The Tower -> Home
His intentions were that of being silent, and that is exactly what he had mastered in his time of being a Guardian. He'd noted that she had moved sometime when he was in the shower, but he could tell that she was still sleeping by the way her breath left her. Slow, and to a steady rhythm. Sleep was a curious thing, but he didn't let his mind wander it too much as he trailed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Hands adjust the belt at his hips, before pulling the semi fitting shirt over them, his stomach flinching away from the cold metal for a few seconds as he puffed the air in surprise. Hazel gaze shifts around momentarily, locating the still brewing pot of coffee with Pax just getting the mugs set out. It doesn't take long for him to hear movement upstairs, and his head turns slightly to wait for Nadia as she wakes. Lips turn up into a smile as she pops out of the room and practically bounces down the stairs with the squeak of 'cold'. Perhaps he would invest in getting her some slippers. His gaze follows her as she trots into the kitchen and hoists herself onto the edge of the counter, to which he takes a few steps toward her. He stops seconds later as the coffee pot signals that it's finished brewing, and he turns to pour them each a mug, sliding them down the counter to where she sat so that he could stand in front of her. "You don't have to apologize, sleeping in every now and then isn't a horrible thing." He offers a half smile before stepping to the side to start prepping his drink as she speaks. He takes a small sip of it first before setting it back to the counter and returning to her. After a shower, the air around him was chilled, and that blanket she was snuggled in looked mighty warm. If he could get away with it, today would be a day that he curled up under the blankets with her and didn't move for anything at all.
He perks up briefly at the mention of food, a brow arching as she asks what he wanted. "Well if I keep my mind out of the gutter, and act like a good boy I'd have to say Pancakes, but you knew that already." He chuckles, leaning in to give her a smooch to the cheek after a tease like that. Eyes follow a disgruntled Pax as the Ghost makes a break for it, his laugh rumbling his chest as he lifts his mug to his lips. His gaze then trails to the window, lips slowly moving away from the mug as he takes note of the sudden weather change. Huh, that would make things interesting. "Well I'm sure Cayde wouldn't mind if we ran a few patrols. I'd hate to have him come knocking to see why we haven't given any field reports for a while." He agrees, gaze falling to his hands as he moves to set the mug back on the counter. A brow arches as she mentions that people admired him, and he simply shrugs it off. He doesn't feel as if he were some role model that everyone looked up to. He had been afraid, very afraid, and there were much more knowledgeable Guardians on that team. He felt as though he were simply there for the ride, and to be honest, he felt some shame with the fame that came from wiping out the Taken King. "Perhaps they do, but I feel no different. If that makes any sense." He offers with a half shrug, and a smile to match hers. "I'm sure its more so that they admire the group of Guardians that went into that realm, not just me, not just anyone else there at the time. They know us only by a name, not by a face. I could walk the city now, and no one would know it was I who assisted in taking down the King." He wasn't trying to darken the mood, merely make his point, but it only seemed as if he were digging himself a deeper hole. So with that thought, he silenced himself by taking another drink, before changing the subject. "Would you like help with cooking up breakfast?"
- Carmela | Human Female | Sunbreaker Titan| Tagged: Ileana/Any | Location: Earth -> The Tower -> Personal Quarters
The Titan slowly nods her head, a small glance being passed toward Ileana. "I would have to agree that it would look a little suspicious if you put it off for too long. Lets just hope that things do want to go our way for once. Without the whole.. bleeding thing." She rolls her wrist with the word before setting the fork back on her mostly empty plate. There was no way she'd be eating anymore, she couldn't even look at the food without her nerves making her stomach churn. Quietly she pushes the plate away, only really starting to move when Ileana had. A pause is given as she feels the touch to her jaw, but she remains still for a few moments after, a small smile creeping upon her lips. "Well get to it then. I'm honestly looking forward to your return, we could decorate the tree together and fill our last 'cheesy relationship slip' on our quota for the year." She offers a small laugh as she pushes herself away from her seat and sets about gathering the dishes and putting away the left overs. A glance is cast to the Warlock, taking note of the new armor with a quirked brow, but she doesn't mention anything as she sets about the kitchen to clean up after breakfast. "Just be sure to have Arcelia let me know if you'll be arriving back late, and remember, I love you."
- Xanthe | Awoken Female | Bladedancer Hunter| Tagged: Cinder, Weston/Any | Location: Mars -> Iron Line -> Cabal Base
Xanthe visibly stiffens at the motion beside her, visor tilting awkwardly to try and see who had come closer. It was Cinder, but as the hand loomed close, she shys away from it, immediately turning toward Cole as the Ghost makes his presence known with words. Sobs still echoed from her helm, head falling in defeat as the Ghost disappears the first time, but thankfully Cinder draws him back demanding the answer to her question. The Huntress stills her chest, focusing on breathing as the Ghost explains, but they were not words she wanted to hear. "No! He can't be gone, I won't believe it!" She screeches at the Ghost. "No, no, no!" She turns her visor back to the warlock. He was her only friend, the only one who stuck with her through thick and thin. The only one who overlooked her snarky attitude. He was the only one who understood her, and if he wasn't coming back, then she would refuse to live without him. Wild eyes cut to the side, locating the darkness infused weapon within seconds. She could end it all here and now and not be forced to live without her partner. Wasting no time she pushes herself away from Grayson and toward the weapon. It's in her hands before Ratch can even come to terms with what was happening.
She whips the pistol up, putting it beneath the protective shell of her helm at her throat and angling it up. She looks over Grayson a final time before her golden gaze lands on Cinder. The sudden realization that her sister would witness this had her falter for only a second. That second was more than enough time for intervention, and it was not wasted. The crack of her visor is the only sound she hears, the faint pain in her head, and then darkness. Her mind slips into a dream like state, something that she wished was not a dream at all. Grayson.
-Two Years Ago-
She was pissed, to put it lightly. The Bladedancer hated the hive to begin with, but now, her hatred burned even brighter. She watched as the hive poured out before them, all rushing to meet them with a formal greeting of teeth and claw. It left little to no time for them to prepare, and before she knew it, Grayson was in the thick of it. Eyes widen behind her visor, watching the powerful display. It left her wide open for attack, and the Hive took their chance. A shrill shriek diverts her attention to the side, hand instinctively reaching for her blade as a Thrall rushed forward. Her hand twists, but she was not quick enough to avoid its claws as they dig deep into her armor. Bitting back the cry of pain, she swings the blade up and digs it into the Thrall's skull, twisting until the creature fell at her feet. She could feel the warmth of her blood seeping beneath her armor, but had no time to check it with the waves of enemies crawling ever closer. She falls back slightly, the knife being replaced with something that had more range. Her pistol is lifted up, using her only good arm to keep it steady as she fired into the crowd.
She hisses silently in pain, shaking her arm to watch as the blood escapes the flaps in her armor. She would need to tie it off if she was expected to live another day. Eyes wildly search for Grayson, finding him swinging a flaming blade around him to keep the Thrall at bay. She had time. Quickly she retrieves her blade once more, digging it into the side of her cloak. She drags it down to cut away a piece of it to bind her wound. Her weapons are set down briefly, and she does the best she can with tying it off, something that was quite hard to do with only one hand. Once she was sure she would not bleed out, she returns to the thick of battle, leaping onto a rock and firing down into the masses. "I'm going to use a grenade. Find cover." She does not wait for a response as she pulls the object from her belt. With a charge of her light, it's armed, and with a flick of her hand it's left behind. A simple activation of her blink ability leaves her behind cover as the explosion goes off, sending scattered Hive parts all throughout the area.
- Weston | Human Male | Stormcaller Warlock| Tagged: Cinder, Xanthe/Any | Location: Mars -> Patrolling the Wastes
With panicked breathing, he lowers his weapon, watching as the Huntress crumples to the ground and the darkness infused weapon scatters to the side. His visor shifts to Cinder, hands raising momentarily to offer what he could before he explained. "It was either that, or she was going to blow her brains out." His words shook as he turned his visor back to the Bladedancer. She was still breathing, he could see the rise and fall of her chest. All he had done was used the butt of his rifle to knock her out. At the most, she would wake up with a headache, at least she was not dead. "We need to go. I'll transport the Nightstalker's body to the Tower, you will need to take the Warlock. I'll carry your sister out, but you'll need to take her as well. I don't necessarily want to be around when she wakes up. She'll probably kill me." His visor turns toward the darkness infused weapon. "I'll be turning that weapon over to Ikora, if you don't mind." His hand waves slightly, signaling to his Ghost to do the tasks he had mentioned. "The Nightstalker's ghost is likely long gone, but at least his body can be returned to the tower for identification purposes."
- Lucina | Awoken Female | Bladedancer Hunter| Tagged: Corso/Any | Location: In Route to The Tower
The Huntress doesn't seem to notice as he begins to watch her again, her hand lifting to her shoulder to carefully test the bruise and calculate how long she'd need before she could comfortably move it again. It isn't until he stands and moves past her that she looks up, the brush of his skin against hers sending chills down her spine. It was the first time in a while that she's been touched by another, skin to skin just as he had. Golden gaze follows him, curious now as to where exactly he was going. She manages to catch a glimpse of what he was grabbing, but as he was turning back to her, she quickly sets her gaze forward. She's very aware of the sound of his footsteps, no matter how light they were as he approaches the back of her chair. The rustle of a glove is heard, as well as the sound of something being twisted, but she still goes back to checking the tenderness of her wound. When his words leave his lips, she nearly jumps, her head shifting slightly to look up at him as he offers to help ease the pain. "It does hurt, but it won't kill me." She pauses, watching him for a moment before shrugging as if to say 'go for it'. If she was going to get another free massage, she wasn't going to complain even slightly. She eyes the glove on his hand, but doesn't question it when the notices that there's some sort of ointment on it. She understood that something like that within the cybernetic joints of his hand would likely not be a good thing. Out of instinct, she flinches slightly as his hand moves over the tender flesh, but the pain would begin to dull slightly as he rubbed the medicated paste over it.
She doesn't seem to mind as his other hand finds its place on her other shoulder, and is slightly surprised to feel the warmth of his palm against it. Very aware of how close he was to her, she tilts her head just enough so that she can meet his gaze, plump lips quirking up slightly as he agrees that some shopping would be nice, the smile remains even after he begins his flirting, if not becoming slightly more noticeable. "It's been some time since I've put myself into a dress for anyone, but maybe I'll make an exception this one time." She offers a small chuckle, a brow arching moments later as he makes mention of dinner and drinks. Her head tilts slightly to the side, taking note of the numbing sensation of the ointment that he was currently working into the bruise before responding. "Dare I say, its a date." She offers a half cocked grin, slightly shifting in the seat to bring one leg over the other. "But I would suggest you put on a shirt before setting foot in the marketplace." Lips quirk up further as she adds a tease into her tone, her gaze slowly shifting back to the expanse before them.
- Wreav | Awoken Male | Striker Titan | Tagged: August, Rose/Any | Location: Earth -> Old Russia
Lips tilted up slightly, for what was likely the first time since they'd set foot in the Cosmodrome. He cant help but offer a small laugh to go with it as she points out the weaknesses in Titan armor, but he's definitely not expecting the jab and hardly sees it coming until her fingers meet the soft under armor mesh beneath the plates. Nearly skirting to the side, he suppresses the grunt as best he could, his hand on the opposite side of his body reaching over to rub the area. It didn't hurt, no, more so surprised him, not to mention that he may or may not be a little ticklish in said area. "Indeed, armor cant cover everything, or we wouldn't be able to move. Learned that the hard way with a Dreg knife to the arm." He jokes, quickly regaining his composure. "No need to stress princess, that's how you get grey hair. I'll do my best to not put a bullet in him, as much as he asks for one at times." He chuckles with a small shake of his head, feet carrying him off to stand beside August and observe the Fallen scattered below. He watches their movements for a brief moment before lifting his visor slowly toward August at his comment about hunters and tight pants. He knew exactly where that was going. If there ever was a time that Wreav wanted to physically harm August, it was then, and not in the way that you would think. More so a 'rub his nose in it' to make him try and understand why such behavior was not always acceptable. Visor tilts to Rose momentarily before turning away with a shrug. "At this point, I'll help, and we can share the whiskey afterwards." He huffs out, starting to take those first few steps out toward the Fallen when the crack of a rifle echos the area. He freezes, immediately on alert as he shifts his visor around. Another Guardian? It had to be. Fallen Wire Rifles had a distinct sound, and no one else was dumb enough to be this far out here if they were mortal, in a sense.
It's apparent that he's suddenly apprehensive about the idea of them splitting up by the way he starts to turn back, but if Rose suggested they take out the Fallen, who was he to say no? "Just be careful Princess. I'd hate to have to explain an injury to the Vanguard. Not to mention explaining what I would have done to whoever did it." He shifts his gaze to August now. "Lets go pup, before she changes her mind and kicks both of our asses. I'll skirt and flush them out to you, just make sure you don't miss."