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Destiny 2: Warmind | Alton Dynamo

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#|~light of the risen~| guarduans

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‘warm’

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dreaming city + crystals

#|~lustrous~| aesthetic #|°astral°| arana

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== Pardon the dust ==

This is mostly for new followers and viewers, but it's also for any of my old partners who are still around. It's been quite some time since this blog's been active and it's about time for a little renovation. Character pages need to be updated and refined, information pages improved, that sort of thing. Name and theme are likely going to be tweaked as well, but I'll put out a warning post before anything major gets changed.

In the meantime, if you'd like to plan something or just want to chat, feel free to say hello! Most of the pages are still serviceable and I'd be more than happy to answer any questions about OCs, rules, anything like that.

I'm excited to get back into things and meet more of you all!

#//: Not sure how long everything will take but I'm certain it'll be worth it #//: I'll probably ask around for theme recommendations at some point

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Is there anyone still here?

Kinda assumed everyone abandoned ship, but maybe I’m wrong?

#ooc #god i've forgotten my tags

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Trust

Destiny Fic - 1580 Words

“Do you trust him?”

The young Corsair's question came with a soft caution. Not because she was fearful of what came next, but because she knew the tender nature of their topic.

The Hunter's answer came calmly, though she could tell the restraint was hard endured. “To save his own skin? Absolutely. But the Traveler would have to mend it's broken ass before I'd think that Drifter is any good for the City.”

She turned her gaze from him back to the binoculars that gave her a clear view through the piercing night that hung over Rheasilvia. Beside her, the Hunter lay prone with a City sniper—Veist made from what she could tell—braced firmly against his shoulder. His bright green gaze seemed to burn through the rifle scope as if there was bad blood that connected him to the mysterious man in the Tower's belly.

“I swear Kala, some of the younger ones don't seem to have eyes.” He sighed, “They say he's just incentivising more rigorous training, that the game is no more dangerous than a strike assignment, but I'm not buying it. Maybe once he stood with us, but he came back a rogue and without loyalty to the Light, he has no reason to help ‘train’ unless he's getting something out of it.”

She let out a thoughtful hum before she spotted movement on the distant cliffside. They were close enough for her to nudge his side and he got her message, adjusting his aim slightly to let loose a hissing void round.

“Maybe what he's getting out of it isn't that much of a harm to you all.” she proposed.

“I don't see an arrangement that requires harnessing the Dark as particularly helpful to us.” He put in, his patience held his tone steady, but Kala couldn't help the spark of defensiveness that shot through her.

Her icy eyes flitted over to him for a moment, “The Awoken have long harnessed the Darkness. It's not unthinkable that it can be used for good.”

“Uldren.”

Another silenced shot jerked the rifle after his flat remark.

“That was because of Riven.”

“Who was taken.”

“Which is something only the Hive know how to do.” Unlike her partner, Kala's patience was beginning to thin as an agitation creeped into her voice.

“But look what that little act unleashed.” His voice was suddenly somber and she was grimly reminded of the heavy sickness that her lands suffered. Of course she hadn't forgotten, but her people's curse was the work of an outside force. She wouldn't attribute it as the result of consorting with the Dark, but the Hunter continued and eased her dissent.

“Either way, my people weren't born into these forces like yours. The Light is a gift that not all of us can even wield, and the Dark is like a toxin…” His voice lowered, “It consumes us.”

For a moment something flickered in his eyes. As if something locked deep reached an ugly claw through its cage and was gone as soon as it had come. His next shot missed and a ragged silence stretched between them for several lingering seconds.

Kala took her eyes off him and searched for another target to call while she thought of another approach that might calm his nerves.

“I'm sure your Vanguard have some sort of plan to deal with him.” She soothed, but when she felt him tense beside her, it became apparent she'd done the opposite.

“The Vanguard.” He paused, reigning in the disgust that had snuck into his words. Taking a breath, he started over, though an icy bite would still line his voice. “The Vanguard can’t seem to make any unified decisions at the moment. If they had the slightest clue what to do with him, it’d be news to all of us.”

The last round from his rifle hit its mark, “The different orders have largely been taking up the leadership for a while now.” He didn’t need to specify the loss that fragmented their leadership. Kala already knew, and based on the way he yanked the bolt to eject his spent clip, she suspected his wounds still had yet to heal. “The Praxic Warlocks and a few of us Hunters seem to be the only ones who seem to be willing to do something about any of this.”

His tone leveled out as he slid a fresh magazine into the rifle's sheath, “I suppose Ikora may be planning, although the Praxics just want him out—even killed.” Kala blinked in surprise at such a rash conclusion, “But I doubt Zavala is in any rush to address the Drifter.”

As quickly as it had gone, that sharp edge in his voice rose up again, “He seems to think the only threats to the City come from outside the walls while shadows crawl right beneath his feet.”

He fixed her with his bright gaze, a ridiculing glint in tandem, “You wanna know what he said to me the other day?” He didn't wait for an answer. “When I asked him about why the Drifter hasn't been investigated properly, he told me, 'he isn't a direct threat to the livelihood of the City’. And that he's always had the City's best interests in mind, unlike me.”

In his eyes, she could see a pain that had settled into a simmering anger. He'd previously told her of the lengths he'd gone to in order to protect his home on more relaxed occasions. After hearing the condescending reception from someone in his leadership, she empathized with his frustration, even harboring hints of her own distaste towards this Zavala.

“Not everyone will recognize the care you put in to those outside of yourself, Thane.”

He held her soft gaze for a heartbeat and she could almost distinguish a calm thankfulness spreading over his features. Their moment wouldn't last long though; they still had duties to fulfill, and the grateful face once again vanished into the shadow of his hood.

They had ventured out to intercept a particularly troublesome group of Scorn that had plagued the area. The lumbering lieutenant orchestrating the area's operations fell quickly and silently to Thane's precise strikes. When he rose, she posed the question that'd been dwelling in the back of her mind.

“So what about you then?” Lime eyes met cool teal, “I can't imagine you just taking a sideline seat in all this.”

Thane stood up to full height clutching the long barrel of his rifle as he took a moment to clarify his thoughts. The rifle’s silenced muzzle rose to his shoulder and with his snakescale hood shrouding his troubled gaze in the thick night, he suddenly looked lost, and so very alone.

A pit of worry had begun to open in Kala’s gut, but when the Hunter turned to look at her, his gaze was as determined as ever. “I believe the worst of our situation, is our lack of information.” He began coolly, “We don’t know what he’s after, and by extension what might be after him.”

The worry that had been quickly abated was beginning to bubble inside her again. She didn’t like where this train of thought was going, but still she heard him out. “The current approach clearly isn’t working, we need someone on the inside in order to know what he’s trying to pull.” His eyes narrowed and his voice darkened, “His plans may still be developing but he’s no fool. I’m going to have to go deep before he’ll start to trust me. May have to burn a few bridges if necessary.”

Kala’s eyelids fluttered as she tore her gaze from him, tucking away her supplies into their respective pockets. An uncertainty ate at her, she would never know how much Thane had just set against himself in that moment, or the effects that beings of Light would suffer in mingling with the Dark. She didn’t need to know, the knot that formed in her chest at knowing he was headed down a troubling path was enough.

“You know, it doesn’t have to be you.” Her voice was soft and laced with concern as she stood up beside him. “I’m sure someone else would gladly do the same.”

“Maybe, but this is what I do.” His own voice began to mimic her softness upon seeing the worry on her face. “And the more eyes the Vanguard has, the better.”

Their eyes met and in those heartbeats, she desperately wished she could just snatch him away and save him from his impossibly convoluted obligations. She had thought the troubles of the Dreaming City’s curse were the hardest thing she would bear witness to, but the turmoil in his viridian gaze threatened to rival. Nevertheless, she knew there was nothing she could say to change his mind, and with the drop of her eyes she relented.

With a tenderness they’d only shared once before, she placed her hand on his upper arm as he turned to leave, “Promise me then.” Her voice almost a whisper. “Promise me you’ll be careful.”

It was an empty plea, but she needed something, anything to hold onto in this new venture of his. It seemed for a second he hadn’t heard her, but then her touch turned into an embrace as he stepped back towards her. His arms wrapped around her waist as he cradled her weight, and she felt his words warm against her ear as he breathed.

“I promise.”

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There had been an amused smile on her face as Zufash dismissed her jest. However, Arana's face drew ever softer as the younger Warlock spoke of her mentor. Nothing Zufash uttered fell out of line from what she already knew, but there was a tenderness that she felt within the other's words.

Her fingers grazed the smooth metal casing of the capsule on their own – as they tended to do when her mind began to wander. For the briefest of moments, an echo of a bond she once shared brought a pang of buried sorrow to front.

She blinked once, gently as she spoke, "It seems you two share something remarkable."

An admitting smile as she continued. "When I was...newer around the Tower, I had no end of questions for him. He answered some and for others he would point me in the right direction to find for myself. "

She opened her mouth to start the next sentence, but words failed her in the moment, and the slightest of frowns flashed across her brow.

"I would have spent more time around him but I... can't seem to place what stopped me."

Had she not been in the presence of another, she would have sat down and pondered. However this was neither the time nor place. She and her company had work to do.

arana.

Already plucking some of the empty vials from the large device, Arana hummed in affirmation of Zufash’s inquiry. It was only when she mentioned being the Speaker’s daughter that she paused.

“Daughter and apprentice?” She turned, a light of surprise in her eyes before continuing with a playful bow. “I didn’t know I was in the presence of royalty.” The corners of her lips curled into a smile.

She tucked the empty vials into the looped pockets at her waist and pulled one of the large metal capsules towards her with a hand gesture. Her fingers curled over the capsule as it floated into her grasp when she spoke again.

“Forgive me for asking, but I doubt I’ll be able to get an opportunity to get an opinion like yours again.” Her devices and containers clicked closed as she finished gathering her supplies. “What’s he like, really?”

☼ - Zufash stands there a bit nervously, wringing her hands before Arana turns around again.  She nods at Arana’s statement, but gives a groan when she bows to her, even if it’s just playful.  “Please, don’t call me that.  Just treat me as you would any other Guardian.  I don’t need special treatment.”

She sits down on a nearby crate, simply watching the other Warlock work.  She doesn’t want to get in her way, after all.  She was sent here to help, and it would be detrimental to interfere.

“I get that question, or some variation of it, a lot.”  The younger Warlock gives a hum at the question, before she smiles ever so softly.  “He’s kind and compassionate - he wants to help the City and the Guardians whatever way he can.  He cares far too much, and will push himself even when it’s detrimental to his health.  He’s humble.  Also he secretly hates the politics aspect of his job,” she says with a soft laugh.

“He’s a good person.  And I don’t say that just because he’s my father.”

#|°astral°| arana #blighted | zufash and arana #lightvoices #destiny rp #//: we live!!

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friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

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i’m oscillating between dimensions y’all want anything

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Starter Call!

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Welcome to New Pacific Arcology, the bright future of space colonization in the shadow of Saturn.

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#//: thinking about making a masterlist of the expansions' effects on the babs #//: kind of a tldr of their history #//: thoughts?

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In Dreams

Destiny fic - 625 words

Here I walk this path of cobbled stardust. A winding road twisting between realities where past and present are no longer clearly defined. Light and Dark are no longer separate beings, but elements connected with thread so very thin that it now becomes hard to distinguish between the two. I hold my own Light close, it guides me, warns me of what to fear. A breeze caresses my cheek and I look to the prismatic skies. I pause my step for the slightest of seconds as echoes of the past drift by. Distant familiarity haunts my every step yet the whispers of unease follow close behind.

The azure stones beneath my boots were hand-placed centuries ago by those with the same gift as my own, yet I feel as equal an outsider as an Exo.

The land of my forebearers is one of strife and treachery. Dark bargains in tandem with benevolent tradition, we…they…struggle to grasp simple consistency in true alignment. Yet how could they? Or anyone with such a troublesome origin as we. Children born of the fundamental war within nature.

A touch from the Deep, a kiss from the Sky. Gifts of mind, beauty divine. Each of us carries these same traits; must wrest with these same truths. Elements presented by mere existence that only few have been made aware of until now.

Paths diverge at every opportunity, choices beg to be made; these halls beckon me to search their depths. And on the whim of the moment, I follow, letting the City swallow me whole. What I find beneath is a realm caught in flux. Torn between Mother's grace and Deep’s razor. Rifts of dark reach through the carved stone walls without regard for the history that resides here. Reality grows thin, I go deeper still.

Until I lay eyes upon Her. Resting amid a circular shrine bathed in the blue-rose light from lantern and Sky. Around her, violet banners drape low and I feel to be forced to my knees at the statue’s base. A gesture seemingly out of my control but not by the will of any other. In her presence I cannot stop the tears that come forth, but my eyes stay fixed to her gentle face. Suddenly my standing amongst the City means nothing, the weight of my robes melt away and the titles I hold wither to dust. I am no fighter, I am no teacher. I am not a savior nor a chronicler. I am but a child, lost in the seas of Void and Light. A child without home. A daughter without—

“Mother”

The word slips between sobs, hardly a whisper but deafening in my ears. Void Light rises from my fingers as I reach to her. Cold stone turns soft and warm. I feel her embrace my touch, my Light, my soul. My eyes close and she takes me in. She shows me the stars suspended in luminous gardens and gilded ships winding through spectral clouds. She takes me through the Deep, through chasms of teeth and seas of obsidian pyramids. Streaks of violet spiral past as she pulls me from the Dark. But at the edge of night, I find a crystalline shore of twilight mist where shadows dance and starlight hangs just out of reach. I stand in awe before I feel Mother's smile and she lets me go.

I open my eyes, standing at the mouth of the marble archway. My hand tingles with pricks of cold and a small crystal statue rests in my grasp wreathed in a faint blue glow. An orb sits in each of her hands and after a moment it's lumen fades away. I look back towards her only to find no changes before I wipe my eyes and face the flickering hall. I draw in the cold air and take my first steps.

I understand now.

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