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The New Red War, Book: A Moment’s Reflection

1: Pathways

Cariapthi-10 had just begun pulling out her chair to sit down for dinner when the first Cabal tank appeared on the street. By the time the second tank turned onto the avenue just behind it and the announcement of do not resist, we have taken control of your Tower and your Traveler, line up in the street for inspection and redirection, do not resist had been made over the tanks’ loudspeakers by the lead centurion, she was already out the door. By the time the third, fourth, and fifth tanks had joined the procession, she had made it no further than halfway across the street through the panicked crowd because the rioting had already begun, and there was, of course, the shooting that usually followed such attempts to resist becoming prisoners of war or worse.

That was when Cariapthi noticed her: the little Awoken girl, her deep navy hair flying in the wind created by the people running past her, her amber eyes wide with concern and terror as she looked left then right then left again, clearly lost, clearly looking for someone and not finding them and on the verge of panic.

It was instinct that turned Cariapthi’s heels from direct egress to rerouted egress, determination that made her fly against the surge of the crowd, and a distinct feeling of oh, sweet Light above, what am I getting myself into that made her scoop the child up in her arms to make a mad dash for the alleyway just beyond. A stray bullet burrowed its way into the brick beside her and she sped up, curling the girl into her bomber jacket as she galloped around one corner, around another corner, up a fire escape one-handed, and up the winding stairs until they’d reached as high as said stairs would take them.

Once on the roof, the din of encroaching war a block away fell to a whisper below the snap of laundry drying on the line and the high winds that curled down from the mountains surrounding the Last City. Cariapthi slid the girl down onto her own two feet, turning quickly to glance around behind them to ensure they weren’t followed. “I think we’ll be safe up here for the moment,” she began, turning back to the girl and dropping to one knee to meet her at eye level, “Now, can you tell me—”

But then, of course, “Who are you?” erupted from the girl’s mouth at the same moment Cariapthi finished, “Where your parents are?”

For a moment, the two stared at each other, as baffled and confused and scared as the other. Then, with a single wobble of her lower lip, all of the emotions the girl had been holding in suddenly burst out with a torrent of tears.

“Whoa, hey now!” Cariapthi tried, patting the air in front of the little girl with her hands as if it would stop her in her tracks. “I’m gonna get you back to your parents, I swear, I just need to know where they are.”

“I don’t know where they are! I lost them!”

“Okay,” she tried again, “Do you know where they might go?”

“Home,” the girl answered in a sob, and Cariapthi knew that the sob was more than just sadness: it was fear. It was heartache at knowing there was no longer a home to return to, that her parents might never be there again.

“Oh,” she replied thoughtfully. She was too stunned for a moment to think of anything else and looked around at the rooftop, hoping that maybe the laundry might give her a clue.

She had no idea why she’d grabbed the girl. She wasn’t particularly fond of kids, didn’t really know how to handle them. She’d merely picked her up and run because no one else had done so and it went against everything Cariapthi thought was right to leave her behind in the middle of a Cabal invasion force alone. But how to distract a scared child long enough for them to figure out where her parents might have gotten off to…?

“Uhm,” she tried gently, “How about we look for them together?”

That got the girl’s attention. Her sobs stopped and she looked at Cariapthi with something like shock and what might have been delighted awe. “Are you a Guardian?”

“Huh? What, me? No! No, I’m just… I just work at a laboratory.”

The girl sniffled, tilting her head. “Like for scientists?”

“Yeah, exactly like for scientists,” she nodded. “It’s my job to find things out, you know. That’s what scientists do. And I think my next job is to help you stay safe and find your parents. Also to find out what your name is.”

“My name?” The girl asked, a puzzled look on her face as if she hadn’t expected the question at all - good! Operation Distract the Kid was working. “My name is Emera Liet…”

Cariapthi offered her hand to the girl - to Emera. “Well, miss Emera Liet, I’m Cariapthi-10 and I’m here to help you find your parents.”

Emera seemed wary, looking from Cariapthi’s eyes to her outstretched hand and back again. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

Emera’s hand, small and warm and lilac blue, took hers. It was a deal.

Then, five stories below, there came the sound of a Cabal tank rolling onto the street, making them both jump.

“That’s our cue, I’m afraid,” Cariapthi said, standing up to her full height again. “Do you mind if I carry you so we can go faster?”

Emera’s face took on that wary look again, her brows furrowing as she pushed her navy locks out of the way of her freckled face. “Daddy and papa say I’m getting too big to be carried everywhere.”

“Well, lucky for both of us I’m a big, strong exo, designed to carry both your daddies with ease.”

This seemed to quash Emera’s concern and, with her hands reaching upward and Cariapthi’s reaching down until they met in the middle, they were away again, Emera’s chin over Cariapthi’s shoulders and her arms wrapped around her neck.

At the edge of the roof, Cariapthi peered over, hoping to surmise the Cabal’s movements - with the Last City compromised like this, the only option was to head for the Wall, but that plan wouldn't be of any use if the Cabal were headed the same direction. Unfortunately, the only thing she was able to surmise immediately was that she had made a mistake when, five stories down, a rather large psion met her eye. As she turned to sprint her way back across the roof out of sight, she did not hear the deep voice of the centurion over the loudspeaker far below: Do not resist. Line up in the street for inspection and redirection. Do not resist or you will be hunted and killed.

Kirit, psion of the Red Legion, had no intentions of disobeying orders. In fact, he thought as he jumped down from the tank with his sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, he relished the opportunity for a little hunting trip.

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[destinylegendrpg]

The New Red War, Book: A Moment’s Reflection 6: Hush

Even inside the ramshackle house, Cariapthi could hear the gentle burble of the river to the east, birds singing in loud harmony as they jumped from branch to branch in search of mates just outside the broken windows. They had stumbled upon the house about half an hour before and had gone inside in search of supplies since, if the ivy growing over its siding and through the doorways was any indication, the house had probably been abandoned for decades. 

Emera, who had already grown bored of looking within the first ten minutes after finishing her snack, was sitting on the old, moth-eaten couch, kicking her feet so she bounced on the cushions. Her voice warbled as she kicked - up, down, up, down. “Have you found anything?”

“Not really,” Cariapthi called back, descending from the stairs that lead to the second floor. “I found a big ol’ safe in the master bedroom but I wasn’t able to open— hey, Emera? What’s that?”

The girl turned over the edge of the couch to look back at her. “What’s what?”

“That,” she repeated, pointing at an unusual box sitting atop a long, flat dresser. The box was black in the middle with two white wings curving off each side, though the white appeared to have faded quite a bit over time, dirt mottling its pristine face and settling into the subtle grooves there. It looked to be some sort of electronic, wires running out of its back that then ascended up to connect to a flat black rectangle on the wall - a TV, Cariapthi thought, although quite an archaic one.

Emera shrugged. “I dunno.”

“You didn’t think to point it out to me?”

A shake of the head. “It’s just trash, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but it’s something of interest— wait, you think people would just… leave trash sitting in the middle of their living room? On display?”

Emera’s face twisted up in thought. Then, after maybe two seconds of thought, she shrugged again and made a little I dunno noise.

Cariapthi’s hands found their way to her hips as she tilted her head at the girl. “Did your daddy and papa raise you in a barn?”

The tip of Emera’s tongue appeared as she made a face.

Laughing, Cariapthi raised her hands into prime tickling posture, making Emera squeal and try to press herself backward toward the arm of the couch, giggling all the way. “C’mere, you little—”

Suddenly, they both stopped, going dead still. They looked into each other’s horror-stricken faces and knew at once that they’d heard the same noise: there was someone outside.

In an instant, Cariapthi’s arms were reaching down, Emera’s reaching up, and then they were wrapped up together, Cariapthi headed for the nearest exit—

A shadow flickered across the light streaming in through the broken glass on either side of the rear door. Was it where the noise had come from? She couldn’t remember. Time was running out. If she hesitated, it could mean the difference between escape and death. They needed another exit - and fast.

The garage.

Rounding on herself, she made a beeline for the door across the way. They had left it open when they’d originally come in to look around - thank goodness for lack of foresight. She ducked through its wide opening, dodged around a vehicle parked there, and was about to turn the corner out of the large garage door when another noise came: the cocking of a gun.

Pressing herself up against the edge of the opening, Cariapthi was able to just peer around the edge to see someone approaching the house, a rifle pointed forward as they crept along. It wasn’t just any ‘someone’ either, but a psion, the same one she’d seen back in the City. It must have tracked them all the way here.

Internally, she cursed herself and pressed her back into the wall, squeezing her eyes shut. - she should have trusted her instincts, gone out the back door. It was too late for that now, but she needed a new plan.

Think, Cariapthi, think! There has to be a way out. That psion has a gun but maybe I can run—

Wait… she had a gun too.

She adjusted her grip on Emera, her free hand twitching backwards, but no, no, it was in her backpack. She would have to put Emera down and then… then Emera would see. Worse, Emera would get caught in the crossfire. If she got hurt because Cariapthi made a mistake…

She couldn’t risk it.

Cupping the back of Emera’s head with her hand, she retreated back into the garage and squeezed them behind a shelf, rocking it slightly as their backpacks knocked against it. She gritted her teeth at the noise, hoping beyond hope it wasn’t noticed—

A shadow appeared in the doorway.

In her arms, Emera whimpered slightly, burying her face into Cariapthi’s shoulder. She pressed her face against the girl’s head and gripped her tighter, whispering to her, “Be brave with me, Emera. Shh, shh. Be brave with me.”

Through the shelves, blocked up as they were with boxes of who even knew what, she could barely see the tip of two horns as the psion slipped soundlessly into the garage, their footsteps only two thup-thups on the broken concrete floor.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” the psion said in a sing-song voice, a mockery of human intonation. “I am Kirit, a psion of the Red Legion, come to take you back to the City. It is under our control, along with your Traveler and your Light.”

She shut her eyes.

“If you come with me now, you will arrive back in the City unharmed.”

The horns swiveled slowly back and forth, back and forth.

“I only want to take you home where you belong.”

Two trembling little hands gripped her shoulder so tight the pain echoed through her whole body.

“You’re wasting time. I know you’re here.”

Almost done, she wished she could tell Emera, wished so hard that she could communicate it to her without words. Almost. Just a little bit longer. Just a little bit more.

“How about this then: come out and I won’t kill the girl.”

The horns came closer, still turning back and forth, back and forth.

“I’ll just kill you and take her back to the City alive.”

She felt a hot wetness drip onto her shoulder - a tear.

“What do you say, hm? Is it a deal?”

The horns stopped in front of her.

“No deal,” she growled, turned, and shoved her shoulder against the racks.

As expected, the shelves wobbled, drawing Kirit’s attention and then… then they fell, crashing down directly on top of him. His gun clattered to the floor, spinning away until it caught on one the flattened tires of the derelict vehicle, and she took the opportunity to dart forward, pressing one foot down onto the edge of the rack to add insult to Kirit’s injury and launch herself forward. She vaulted away, making a beeline for the edge of the trees just next to the house. If she could reach it fast enough, the thick vegetation would hide them from his direct line of sight - and the gun’s. She was close now, so close, just a little further and they’d be hidden. A little further and—

Bang!

The shot tore through the air, through her left arm, and out the other side. She screamed as she felt neuronal membranes tear, wires disconnect, servos shut down. She stumbled, nearly losing her footing and her grip on Emera—

No, I won’t lose her! I won’t let her die here! I won’t let Emera die here!

The mantra was exactly what she needed, a bolt of lightning energizing her. She roared, clamping down on the pain and the fear and her grip, and kept going.

#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny fanfiction #lorebooks #the New Red War #A Moment's Reflection #written by acidmouthed

[destinylegendrpg]

The New Red War, Book: A Moment’s Reflection 5: Burdens

The cicadas were calling endlessly into the midday heat when Emera awoke from a nap in Cariapthi’s arms, her yawn as wide and unabashed as the sky above the meadow.

“Where are we?” She asked, her eyes blinking away the brightness of the sun as she looked around.

“Here and there,” Cariapthi shrugged, spinning them lazily in a circle, making Emera giggle delightedly. “I’ve just been walking due south, I think.”

When asked, Cariapthi set her down amidst the grass and flowers. Immediately, her pale lavender arms were stretching into the sky to help her shrug off the last of sleep. “Can we stop for a snack?”

“Sure,” Cariapthi agreed, already shrugging off her backpack to take out the thick red blanket they’d found in a ruined apartment back in the City. She shook it out flat across the ground, then patted down the corners until it was smooth and wide. “We have lots of berries left from the ones we found this morning if you’d like those.”

Emera plopped herself down on the blanket, setting her backpack down beside her. “Yes, please.”

“Red or blue?” Cariapthi asked from inside the depths of her own backpack.

“A little of both, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

They ate together in silence, Cariapthi only taking a few bites to preserve what little food they had, laying back against the blanket so they could watch the clouds, birds, and insects swirl together overhead. For a long while, the only breaks to the quiet were spent pointing out a cloud that looked like an eagle or “Lord Shaxx from the Crucible TV channel’s” helmet.

Cariapthi grimaced at that last one. “Your daddies let you watch the Crucible TV channels?”

“No,” Emera said, shaking her head. “But sometimes Osian and Dai watch when they think daddy or papa aren’t looking.”

“Osian is your eldest brother, right? Then Dai, then you?”

Emera hummed in affirmation.

“And you, what? Catch both of them in the act often enough to know what Lord Shaxx’s helmet looks like?”

She shrugged. “He’s very distinctive.”

“I can’t argue with that, Miss Vocabulary.”

With their snack eaten and the blanket stowed away again, Cariapthi was helping Emera shrug her backpack on to continue the trek when suddenly the little Awoken gasped.

“Look!” She yelled, pointing frantically. “Look, over there, a camp!”

“A camp?” Cariapthi’s eyes followed the line of her finger. She saw only a copse of pine trees swaying in the wind at the edge of the meadow far, far away. “I don’t see anything yet. Let’s lower our voices and move closer, see if we can see anything, okay?”

Emera fell quiet, nodding, then took off running, her backpack flopping every which way across her back as she moved. Cariapthi, swiftly donning her own backpack in one practiced movement, followed after, needing only to walk quickly to keep up with the little girl’s pace.

Soon, they were near the edge of the clearing and Emera, huffing and puffing to catch her breath, had to stop for a drink of water. While Cariapthi absentmindedly obliged her by helping her retrieve the water bottle from the side pouch of her backpack, her eyes busyed themselves scanning what was indeed a camp a little ways off. There were at least a dozen tents, their make and material all different - some were just scraps and blankets.

So many tents, she thought, but no sign of people…

“Oh no.”

Beside her, Emera lowered the bottle from her mouth. “What is it?”

“Emera,” Cariapthi began carefully, not taking her eyes off the camp for more than a moment. “I hate to ask you this but I’m going to have to ask you to stay here and hide while I take a look at the camp.”

Emera’s water bottle dropped to the ground with a dull clang, its contents pouring onto the ground as she bolted upright, her voice high but restrained in volume even still. “No! I wanna come with you!”

Cariapthi shook her head. “Emera, I think something really bad happened here—”

Tears were welling in her eyes now, her fists clenched tight. “No, please, take me with you!”

“It’s not safe—”

“I don’t want to be alone! I don’t want to go without you!”

Cariapthi couldn’t argue with that - she didn’t want to be alone either, let alone leave Emera by herself.

She turned, eyeing the camp. Not a single thing had moved.

“Fine,” she sighed softly. “But only if I can carry you and you keep your eyes shut the whole time.”

“But you carried me all morning,” Emera whined. “I want to walk.”

Cariapthi considered this, frustration burning in her stomach, making her grind her teeth. She could pick Emera up by force but she didn’t want to do that. Not only would the girl probably squirm and make a lot of noise, Cariapthi didn’t want to go against her wishes and choices when she had stated so plainly that she didn’t want to be held. Plus, now that she thought about it, while holding her would make for an easy getaway, it would also mean Cariapthi couldn’t protect her by standing in front of her if trouble decided to show its face. So what other option was there?

“How about this,” Cariapthi suggested, pushing down the frustration until it was only a tight line hidden in her voice. “You can walk but you have to keep your eyes shut until I tell you that you can open them. I’ll lead you by holding your hand the whole way, okay?”

The girl nodded gravely. “Okay.”

“I’m serious. You have to keep your eyes shut the whole time. Promise?”

Again that grave nod. “Promise.”

“Okay.” Cariapthi offered her hand so Emera could take it. “Now eyes shut. There you go. Just follow me. I won’t lead you anywhere you’ll trip over anything but be careful when you put your feet down, okay? There you go. Just like that. Attagirl.”

Slowly, carefully, they inched their way toward the camp, Cariapthi keeping Emera shielded from view as best she could as they moved. In all that while, still no signs of living people caught her eye, and as soon as the tall grass of the meadow grew shorter, Cariapthi could see plainly why.

Everyone in the camp was dead.

Her stomach turned over inside her. She knew she had no fear of throwing up - exos had no need to vomit, after all - but the chill that ran through her was an instinct she couldn’t clamp down on, especially when there was so much blood and gore and viscera and oh, sweet Light of the Traveler, was that brain matter—

“Are you okay?” Emera whispered behind her, squeezing her hand gently.

“What?”

“You made a noise. It didn’t sound good.”

“I’m fine,” Cariapthi said, letting out a breath. “Just… keep your eyes closed.”

“They are.”

“Smart girl.”

“It… doesn’t smell good here. It smells really bad.”

“I know, kiddo. I’m sorry. Breathe in deep through your mouth and hold it as long as you can. Do it again if you need to. We’ll be out of here soon.”

Cautiously, she approached one of the bodies - a human man, given the style of dress, but beyond the tanned neck, the head was… well, it was not in a state to be identified any longer.

What could have done this? She thought. What weapon is powerful enough to do something like this to a person’s head? It’s completely unrecognizable. 

Then, she noticed it: in the distance, a cliff overlooking the camp.

A perfect sniper’s perch.

Terror clawed at her spine and she had to force the feeling down, at least long enough to get Emera to safety—

But, no. No, these bodies were long cold. They probably died the day before. The danger was past… probably.

Standing back up, she led Emera around to the tents, stooping to rifle through the meager supplies she could find there. There wasn’t much - like them, these people had left the City in a hurry. Still, she was able to find some food, some extra water bottles, a nice pillow for Emera, and…

“Holy shi— shoot.”

“What’d you find?” Emera leaned around her hip. Cariapthi’s attention swiveled to her instantly, afraid of the inevitable nightmares if Emera opened her eyes. She nearly sighed aloud with relief when she saw, however, her eyes still closed despite her curiosity.

“Nothing, just some really tasty food I think you’ll like for dinner.” The lie came too easily. Cariapthi gritted her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut to help swallow the guilt.

“Oh! That sounds nice,” Emera said, but then paused, her face screwing up. “Something… bad happened here, didn’t it? That’s why these people… why they don’t need their food anymore. That’s why we can take it and you’re not leaving glimmer behind like in the City.”

Cariapthi flinched - there was no getting around this one. “Yes, Emera, unfortunately something bad did happen here.”

“Was it… was it the Cabal?”

Cariapthi looked around at the tents, the blood, the bodies. “I can’t say for sure but… yes, I think so.”

Emera fell silent. Cariapthi hated it but knew the truth was better than another lie - the kid was too smart to not figure it out in an instant anyway. 

“Let’s get going. I think we have all we need to keep us safe for a while now.”

And, indeed, with a newly-found pistol and a grenade now tucked away safely in her backpack, she had all she needed to keep them safe…

She hoped.

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[destinylegendrpg]

The New Red War, Book: A Moment’s Reflection

4: Exit

It was still dark out when Cariapthi found what they had been looking for. It was a hole in the foot of the Wall no wider than maybe two feet, no taller than maybe five feet, and covered somewhat lazily over by what appeared to be a shoddily-painted piece of wood. She supposed the wood could have passed for the white stone of the Wall from a great distance - someone standing on top of nearby watchtower and looking down or making a quick dash through the trees wouldn’t have even thought to look past its white surface - but having just walked the unending, unblemished edge of the Wall to the point where she was starting to suspect her eyes were playing tricks on her when she first saw it, the plank very much stood out.

“Hey, kiddo,” Cariapthi whispered, jostling Emera just slightly in her arms so she made a questioning noise. “Time to wake up. I think I found us a way through so I gotta put you down now.”

Emera’s head raised, her eyes two winking amber lights as she tried to rouse herself only halfway successfully from sleep. “It’s still dark out.”

“Mhmm, yeah, it is.” Cariapthi nodded towards the plank of painted wood lying over the hole. “But we have to move board to get through the Wall, see? I could probably move it one-handed but I was afraid it would fall and make a big noise and scare you if I tried, so I’d rather just put you down. Don’t wanna draw any attention to us either.”

With a great big yawn, Emera nodded. “Okay. I can walk again for a little while.”

As Cariapthi set her back down on her own two feet, she asked, “Are you sure? Once we get through the Wall, I can carry you again so you can sleep some more.”

“I’ll be okay,” she insisted, though the way she was rubbing a fist into her sleep-tired eyes seemed to belie the truth of it. “Aren’t you sleepy?”

Cariapthi shook her head. “Nope. I’m an exo - we can sleep but don’t really need to. At least, we don’t need to sleep as often as humans or Awoken do.”

“Oh. That sounds nice.”

She shrugged one shoulder. “Sometimes. Anyway, wanna help me move this board? We can move it right along the Wall, just enough that we can squeeze us and our backpacks inside, then we can close it up behind us.”

With a nod of understanding, Emera went to the left side of the plank, her little hands grasping the edge before she looked back towards Cariapthi. The eight foot-tall board dwarfed her entirely. She looked so small and so comical next to it that Cariapthi had to hold back her grin as she made her way to the right side and prepared to take most of the weight.

“Ready? Alright, lift and walk it towards me in 1, 2, 3…”

With a soft kathunk, the board found its temporary resting place a few feet away, revealing the hole.

Emera, already leaning over the opening, whispered to her, “I think I see a light inside. It’s kinda far away though.”

“Really? Huh. How about you let me go inside first, yeah?”

Emera ducked away again as Cariapthi made her way over to inspect it. The edges of the hole had been cut out of the Wall straight but somewhat crude, likely with a tool imperfect for the job. Sure enough, too, there was a faint orange light shining from somewhere deep inside the width of the Wall.

“Huh. Yeah, definitely let me go first. Let’s move this board back first though, shall we?”

With the plank covering the entrance again, Cariapthi turned back around. She knew that if whoever was here heard them, they would have the drop on them. Even if they hadn’t, they might notice them coming from the glow of their eyes in the dark.

“Stay behind me but stay close,” Cariapthi whispered over her shoulder. Emera’s answer came in the form of a gentle hand holding onto the hem of her jacket.

Together, they crept forward, the sounds of their footsteps only a slight crunch-crunch, crunch-crunch on the gravel path of the walkway. Cariapthi kept her eyes peeled for any other movement, any other sound, but none came. Soon enough, they were walking out of the thin corridor into a more expansive room where, laid out all over the floor, were the makings of a haphazard camp. In one corner, a sleeping bag, devoid of an owner, rested up against a workbench lined with a series of drawers which seemed to contain innumerable trinkets of all shapes and sizes, the origin and importance of which were all entirely lost on her.

“Candy,” Emera suddenly whispered beside her, nearly making her jump.

Cariapthi looked around, not seeing what she was referring to. “Where do you see candy?”

A little blue finger pointed past her hip, over to a storage bin lined with several semi-transparent drawers, through which some individually wrapped somethings could be seen laying in a pile. “Can I have one?”

Cariapthi glanced around nervously. “I don’t know, Emera, someone clearly lives here…”

“Please?”

She sighed a little. “Fine, but you can only take two for each hand and you’re only allowed to have one after dinner. Okay?”

“Okay!” Emera answered cheerily, darting out past Cariapthi’s legs to open the drawer.

Cariapthi moved up beside her, pulling up her tablet to open a program.

Beside her, Emera was already shoving the candy into her backpack - two chocolates and two pineapple-flavored lollipops, whatever pineapple was - when she paused and stared at Cariapthi’s tablet. “What’re you doing?”

“Leaving them some glimmer.”

“Why?”

Cariapthi shrugged slightly, tapping a few keys on the screen as she spoke. “Well, we’re taking their stuff. It’s only right we should pay them back even if… well, even if the Cabal have the City, glimmer is still useful for buying stuff everywhere else. It could help them buy more candy or repair a tool or… you get the idea.”

“That makes sense.” Emera nodded sagely. “Did you do that back in the City too?”

“Mhmm.”

“Oh. I never noticed before.”

Cariapthi grinned lopsidedly. “I can be sneaky sometimes.”

Emera made a little noise of affirmation as she zipped up the candy inside her backpack. After a moment, she nodded toward the drawer. “Do you want any?”

“Any candy?”

“Yeah!”

Cariapthi glanced from her screen to the drawer. She hit another key, added a little more glimmer to the amount to deposit to the credit chit she was going to leave on the workbench, and then took one chocolate and one pineapple lollipop for herself. She didn’t much like chocolate, but she was sure Emera would be really happy when she had finished all of her own candy only to discover Cariapthi had saved another one for her. The thought made her smile.

“Okay,” she said, placing the credit chit down with a little click. “You ready to go? I don’t think we should stay any longer in case whoever lives here comes back.”

Emera blanched suddenly, then looked down and away, her hands coming up to clutch at the straps of her little backpack. “I… I don’t want to go.”

Cariapthi looked at her. “What do you mean?”

Emera’s face lowered even further. She was almost staring at the ground.

Cariapthi, concerned, knelt down so she could meet her at eye level. “Emera, what is it? Why don’t you want to go?”

The girl bit her lower lip, turning the skin an even paler shade of purple-blue.

“It’s okay,” Cariapthi said gently. “You can tell me.”

This made Emera look up. “Promise you won’t be mad?”

Cariapthi thought about that for a moment. “Well, I can’t promise I won’t feel anything, but I do promise that I won’t yell at you and that, whatever it is, we’ll work it out together.” She stuck her hand out toward the girl, just like she had when they first met. “I mean it, too.”

It was Emera’s turn to consider the promise. After a few second’s deliberation though, her little hand folded around Cariapthi’s. As soon as they had shaken on it, there were tears welling up in the corners of her eyes that made Cariapthi’s heart break just a little.

“I’m scared, Miss Cariapthi.” A tear rolled down her cheek as she clenched her eyes shut tight. “Daddy and papa are always telling me that I need to be brave but I miss them and I miss my brothers and I miss our house and I’ve never been outside the City and I’m really scared.”

Of their own volition, Cariapthi’s fingers rose, swiping away the tear before it fell completely. “I know you’re scared, kiddo,” she murmured. “You have every right to be scared right now.”

Emera’s brows knitted together as she sniffled a little, looking up to meet Cariapthi’s eyes. “I do?”

“Of course you do. I mean, think about it,” Cariapthi suggested, gesturing back over her shoulder with her free hand. “All you’ve ever known is the City and now we’re leaving it behind because the Cabal have it. You got separated from your daddies and your brothers and now you have this big yellow lady carrying you around and telling you what to do all the time.”

That made Emera laugh a little and Cariapthi cleared another tiny tear from her cheek as she smiled at the girl. Suddenly, unbidden, another memory she hadn’t thought about in many years came to mind.

“You wanna know something?” Emera nodded in response with another little sniffle. “When I was about your age, my own daddy, my baba, passed away very suddenly. I didn’t want to go to his funeral because I thought that meant he would be gone for good, but then my mom told me something that I never forgot: that because I loved him very much, he would never be gone from me.

“You see, when you meet someone and you love them, whether as a daddy or a brother or a friend or anything, they make a little home in your heart where they live forever. Because I had made my baba’s home in my heart, that meant we were connected forever and that we could communicate through it. That’s what memories are, see? They’re those little homes in our heart connecting us to the people we love across all of time and space, reminding us that there’s so much good in the world. And through that connection, my baba told me from wherever he went after he died that it was okay to be scared but that I would still always have my memories of him stored there.”

“So,” Cariapthi finished, poking Emera in the chest with a gentle finger. “What are your daddy and your papa and your brothers saying to you through the little homes in your heart?”

Emera thought about this for a moment then looked up and met Cariapthi’s eyes. “That it’s okay that I miss them and to be scared, but that I’m going to be okay until I see them again because I have you.”

“That’s right, you do have me,” Cariapthi said through a little crack in her voice, her heart overflowing. “Well then,” she continued, standing up to her full height and offering Emera her hand. “Will you come be brave with me, Emera? So we can find your daddies and your brothers together? ‘Cause I really don’t want to go alone.”

Emera’s hand slid into hers, warm and present. “I don’t want you to go alone either.”

And so, as the sun rose slowly into the sky, they left the Wall and the City behind, hand in hand.

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The New Red War, Book: A Moment’s Reflection

3: Memories

Within an hour of walking with their hands dragging along the bottom of the Wall to look for little gaps where an edge might be pried away, Emera’s feet had grown tired. Cariapthi thought it was fair - they had been doing a lot of walking since yesterday morning and through all of it, Emera had been resolute that she could keep going on her own and didn’t need to stop except for the occasional break to eat a snack and have some juice or water. The little girl complaining for the first time only now that she was tired was a miracle if there ever was one. They quickly readjusted, Emera agreeing to be carried so long as she could be the one who kept her hand on the Wall to feel for edges. Within another half hour of walking like that, Emera’s temple resting against Cariapthi’s shoulder, one arm around her neck and one arm outstretched to touch the Wall, both of Emera’s arms began to droop. Twenty minutes later, her hand had fallen entirely back to her side and her eyes had fallen shut.

Cariapthi, for her part, couldn’t - and wouldn’t - begrudge her any of it. She knew that if she weren’t an exo, she would be aching for a spot to rest too. Although they were so distant as to be forgotten now, she did remember days as a young adult paying her way through university by working at a local restaurant on the weekends. The days have been long, unhappy, and exhausting, and more than once she couldn’t bear to do anything more than sit in the shower when she got home. As it stood, though, she was an exo now, and the thought of her feet being tired wouldn’t have even crossed her mind without Emera mentioning it.

I need to be more careful with her, she thought. She’s just a little girl - she can’t walk for hours and hours like this any more. It was a mistake to let her go so long.

Limp in her arms, her blanket draped over her shoulders, Emera made a small noise and turned her head, nestling it deeper into the crook of Cariapthi’s neck. Instantly, it reminded her of all the times she had fallen somewhat asleep in the car as a child, only to be rustled awake by her own father, her baba. She’d often pretended to be more asleep than she actually was just so he would have to carry her up to her bed, just so she could be comfortable and in his arms a little longer.

“Huh.” The noise, involuntary, had escaped her before she could stifle it. She glanced down at Emera but, sure enough, the girl was still fast asleep - or was she pretending? Really, Cariapthi couldn’t tell the difference, but more importantly, it didn’t matter. She was happy to carry her as long as she needed.

I haven’t thought about baba in years, she realized. The years had come and gone and come and gone, the memories of her childhood with her parents fading from view along with them. She couldn’t even remember how old she was anymore without having to think about it for a few seconds, sometimes even a minute or two. Had it really been so long?

Shaking her slightly to clear it of the thought, she kept walking. It wasn’t the time to think about this.

Another few hours later, Emera startled awake as a loud boom sounded, echoing off the curved face of the Wall. Both of their heads swiveled instantly out toward the City, their eyes catching sight of a great ball of fire billowing out from somewhere deep in the heart of its streets.

In her arms, Emera made a small whimpering noise. Cariapthi was just opening her mouth to give her some small reassurance when something else roared above them. Their heads shot up, tracing the line of the Wall upwards to its peak. There, a watchtower sat, not quite as grand as the Tower that the Vanguard worked from, but still quite the sight to see in its militaristic splendor - or at least, it would have been on any other day. Now, the red lights lining its walls only filled her with a sense of dread, one that grew as the noise grew louder: engines.

One by one, Cabal Threshers lifted from the platforms there, lighting the Wall and the trees below with the bright, hot orange of their thrusters. So used to the dark, Cariapthi and Emera both had to shield their eyes from the intensity of the light as the ships took off, racing out towards the City.

“At least someone is putting up a good fight,” Cariapthi murmured quietly to herself. Emera, in response, merely hid her face back in her neck.

Shit, she thought. Wrong thing to say.

She gave Emera a tiny bounce, trying to get her attention to cheer her up. “Maybe it’s the Guardians, huh? I bet there’s still a bunch in the City showing those Cabal what-for.”

Emera did not respond.

Cariapthi, giving up on the matter, quietly looked away, back out over the City. The smoke from the explosion was climbing higher, billowing up around the bottom of the Traveler, curling around its—

Her heart sank.

The Traveler.

All around the sphere under which they’d built their home, through which the Guardians were given their Light to fight for humanity’s survival, Cabal ships flew like insects in a hive, swarming in and out of larger transport ships docked around the Traveler’s equator. Connected to one of these ships was a six-pointed star, its long, needle-like points curved around the perimeter of the Traveler, encasing it in a series of interlocked orange hexagons, cutting off any exit the Traveler might have sought out.

She looked away, squeezing her eyes shut. How had she not noticed sooner? No wonder the City was overrun with Cabal. No wonder she’d seen neither hide nor hair of any Guardians fighting back - the Guardians had lost. Not only had they lost the fight against this surprise attack by the Cabal, not only had they lost the Last City, they had lost the Traveler, lost the Light.

Humanity… was ending.

Cariapthi felt Emera’s arms squeeze her tight. Pressing her cheek against the girl’s little head, she squeezed back. Then, tucking her little body closer against her own, Cariapthi kept walking.

#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny: become legend #lorebooks #A Moment’s Reflection #written by acidmouthed

[destinylegendrpg]

The New Red War, Book: A Moment’s Reflection

2: Learning

It was sunset the next day when they reached the edge of the Wall, having taken their time creeping slowly through back alleys and across rooftops to avoid the Cabal’s notice. Several times they had run into a Cabal procession or a cage filled to the brim with dozens of civilians which slowed their pace to a near crawl. Each time, Cariapthi felt within her the stirrings of guilt as she instructed Emera not to look, that they had to leave and could not help. She knew it was a suicide mission - she wasn’t a Guardian. She had no weapons, no means of fighting back other than the food and supplies they’d managed to scavenge from ruined apartments, and a child whose life would be in even greater danger if she were to die. Still, she couldn’t deny the heaviness of her heart each time they headed away.

“Do you know the way out from here?” Emera asked beside her, her voice a whisper. They both had gotten alarmingly good at keeping their voices low in the last day or so, even when they were sure no one else was around.

“Not exactly,” Cariapthi replied. Then, remembering Emera was a child, she added, “But I’m sure we’ll find something soon. I’ve heard lots of stories of gaps where people sneak in and out.”

The idea of sneaking in and out of the Last City must have seemed ludicrous to Emera because her face screwed up in puzzlement - but then, as Cariapthi had learned just this morning, she was only eight years old. At that age, doing almost anything against her parents’ wishes other than sneaking an extra piece of candy here and there would have been out of the question. Cariapthi for one couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to be eight again, to be so small, at the beck and call of adults who say they know best without explaining why, your own autonomy looked down upon whenever you want to speak up for yourself. Although she didn’t remember being a young child much, she did remember being a teenager and experiencing pretty much all the same bullshit, so she had determined pretty quickly that she was not going to treat Emera as anything less than a whole person with her own feelings and wishes.

“Where do you think we should head from here?” Cariapthi asked, looking down at the navy-dark head beside her. “Should we go left along the Wall towards the shanty town or right through the trees? Preference?”

“Well, I don’t really want to go through the trees - they’re pretty scratchy - but…” Emera’s lower lip stuck out in a pout, her bright orange eyes looking up to meet Cariapthi’s own yellow ones. “I think our eyes make too much light. We’d be noticed in the shanty town.”

Cariapthi blinked at her, a bit surprised. “You know, you’re pretty astute for your age.”

Emera puffed up, a clear mix of proud and affronted. “Of course I am! I’m not a little kid anymore.” She pushed her chest out even further, straightening up as she looked back toward the Wall in the far distance with a serious expression, and added, “I’m a big kid now.”

For the second time in as many days since meeting Emera, Cariapthi was stunned into near silence. She turned away, a bit embarrassed, focusing her attention back to their options. She quickly realized that Emera was right, though - if they took the route through the shanty town, there were likely more Cabal. Much of the inner City had already been rounded up, but from the lit fires, the people living in the shanties were probably putting up much more of a fight. They’d have a much easier and quieter time in the woods where Cabal presence would be minimal and therefore less likely to spot four glowing eyes.

Cariapthi turned back toward Emera. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“You’re right. That was unfair of me back there.”

Emera looked at her askance. “What was?”

“That compliment I gave you - er, if you could call it a compliment - well, no, it was a compliment, just an insult too…”

Emera just stared.

“Okay,” Cariapthi tried again, laughing at herself. “I mean, I’m sorry for saying you’re pretty astute for your age. It implied that I think kids your age are dumb until proven otherwise and that isn’t at all what I meant to imply, so I’m sorry. I should have just said you’re pretty astute, which is doubly true since you clearly know what the word astute means too. A lot of adults don’t even know that one.”

This time, when Emera’s shoulders lifted and her chest puffed out, it was only with pride. “Papa is a language teacher! He loves to quiz us on vocabulary.”

“Clearly that quizzing is working out pretty well for you.” Cariapthi reached over, ruffled the girl’s dark hair, and Emera beamed up at her from under her hand, as bright as a solar flare. “Come on, let’s get out of here. We’ll have a better chance of finding your parents outside the City.”

#destiny #destiny the game #destiny 2 #destiny: become legend #lorebooks #A Moment’s Reflection #written by acidmouthed

[destinylegendrpg]

Watch LIVE tonight on our twitch in 1 hour, 8:30 EST / 7:30 CST, to see our custom Destiny TTRPG in action! This week, one of our two fireteams braves the wilderness outside of the Red Legion-controlled Last City. With two stolen Cabal Threshers, a large group of civilians, and a dead member of Ikora's Hidden on their hands, the fireteam may soon find they're in for more than they bargained for...

WHAT IS DESTINY: BECOME LEGEND? D:BL is a custom TTRPG fan project co-created by acidmouthed and frombrad2worse. Designed with the video games' build-crafting in mind, the system allows players to craft their preferred subclass and loadout similar to the Light 3.0 system. Using d6s, fireteams and their Vanguard work collaboratively for narrative play with mechanics available for both in-combat and out-of-combat, based on players' needs from the bottom-up. Combat sheets even include dice spaces to help players plan their turns!

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[destinylegendrpg]

Watch LIVE tonight at 8:30 PM EST / 7:30 C as one of our fireteams journeys further into the wilderness outside of the Red Legion-controlled Last City. After negotiating for safe passage past House of Dusk yet being attacked at night by Skandil the Vandal, will tensions reach a breaking point?

WHAT IS DESTINY: BECOME LEGEND? D:BL is a custom TTRPG fan project co-created by acidmouthed and frombrad2worse. Designed with the video games' build-crafting in mind, the system allows players to craft their preferred subclass and loadout similar to the Light 3.0 system. Using d6s, fireteams and their Vanguard work collaboratively for narrative play with mechanics available for both in-combat and out-of-combat, based on players' needs from the bottom-up. Combat sheets even include dice spaces to help players plan their turns!

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[cassi-eats-cockroaches]

THE UNDESIRABLES •/ BASICS (2/2)

part 1 here

taglist: none yet!

BRUISER •/ 23. She/her. Cis woman, bisexual. Herald. Born as Vanessa Laster, daughter of Monica and Edgar Laster. Not-so-little sister of Nicholas Laster. Never really wanted to join the war, despite what she says; it was only after her brother's death that she joined, in hopes of honoring his memory and his mission. Started dating Sunshower when she was 21.

SUNSHOWER •/ 22. He/him. Cis man, bisexual. Herald. Born as Sasha Katz, son of Nevaeh Katz and Johann Ingrid. Requiem's twin brother. Sunshine boy who is actually one of the scariest of the bunch. Fiercely protective, he spent much of his childhood defending his ostracized twin. Joined the war in an attempt to defend his home from destruction. Though he will never admit it, he regrets the side he picked. Started dating Bruiser when he was 20.

REQUIEM •/ 22. He/him. Cis man, aroace. Herald. Born as Remington Katz, son of Nevaeh Katz and Johann Ingrid. Sunshower's twin brother. A little bit insensitive and a little bit arrogant, but he cares deeply. Has struggled with addiction since he was 16; now clean for almost one year. Though he seems fiercer than Sunshower on the surface, he is not at all. Only joined the war to protect his twin.

SPINET •/ 23. He/him, she/her, or they/them (interchangeable). Queer in both sexuality and gender. Unaligned. Born as Connor Kincaid, "son" of Lilly and Henry Kincaid. Twin sibling of Morbidity (Sophie Kincaid). After losing their parents, they were taken in by a group of neutrals who trained them to be the perfect assassin. Originally donning the name Thornblade, they eventually left that life behind, renaming themself Spinet (and replacing their face with a turntable).

BLOOD RAGE •/ 26. She/her. Cis woman, (maybe) straight. Opposer. Born as Maggie Lindon, daughter of Laura and Roger Lindon. Sister of Justin Lindon and Lifer (Alison Lindon). Raised in a kill-or-be-killed family, she never really had a good head start in life. Joined the war to find justice for people like her. Diagnosed with Narcissistic Personality Disorder just one month ago.

KILLNOISE •/ 27. He/him. Trans man, pansexual. Technically a Herald. Born as the "daughter" of Murk (Zachary Lithgow) and Lady Lithgow. Changed his name to Percy Lithgow at 17; joined the war only 3 years later at 20. Once court-martialled for "abandoning his post" during an attack that resulted in the deaths of the majority of his squadron, he would later desert entirely after a certain series of events. (But that's a long story.)

HYSTERIA •/ 21. He/him. Cis man, straight. Herald turned Opposer, now unsure of where to stand. Born as James Toombs, son of Marjorie Toombs and Jason Kirby. Younger brother of Mismanage (Mason Toombs) and Lune (Alsie Toombs). Joined the war as a Herald alongside his siblings but soon swapped sides in order to be with a woman named Softsong. Now free of her influence, he's torn between his support of both sides and his uncertainty of who to trust. Diagnosed with Dependent Personality Disorder almost a year ago.

HONEYBEE •/ 25. She/her (sometimes he/him or e/em, but rarely). Genderqueer intersex woman (has AIS), bisexual. Opposer. Born as Amanda "Mandi" Smithson, daughter of Andrea and Harrison Smithson. Big sister to Jacob and Alyssa Smithson. Married Red-Eye (Scott List) at 21, becoming the stepmother of Fallon and Delaney List. Despite her love for her stepchildren and her power combined with Red-Eye's, life would soon culminate in her severe mental breakdown, after which Red-Eye implanted an experimental AI known as E.C.S. (Emotional Control Specialist) in her brain in an attempt to help - unfortunately, he only made things worse.

ACIDMOUTH •/ 22. She/her. Cis woman in a very loose sense, pansexual. Neutral. Born as Anna Minute, daughter of Desiree Minute and Morgan Wells; after her mother's death, she became Anna Burnet, the daughter of her mother's adoptive sister and brother-in-law, Jennifer and Joseph Burnet. Adopted sister (once-cousin) of Rachel Jameson and Noah Burnet. Raised in a highly conservative and sheltered community that left her without help when she began to display the same symptoms as her mother. Has been in and out of shelters since she was 18. Suffers from erotomanic delusions.

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[cassi-eats-cockroaches]

wanna make character moodboards but i am finding it Extremely difficult to find poems/quotes/posts abt obsessive/destructive love that aren't like. teeheee love me or ill kill you :3 vibes

#got Acidmouth on the mind rn but immmm not surprised that this is turning out to be a struggle #like she's done very Not Good things but she's not a fucking murderer or a yandere or w/e #once she sees the reality of her behavior she doesn't . intentionally continue it yknow #but when i search what i can think of searching all i find is trying to make it cutesy or sexy #ugh for context Acidmouth has erotomanic delusions and was very isolated growing up #and was raised by ppl who .. would absolutely never be able to successfully help a mentally ill child #UGH im not explaining this well #writing is frustrating me rn and i can't talk today whatever #SORRY this was not meant to be a frustrated post #im just. blegh

[cassiefisherdrake]

Russell Crowe followed me on twitter??? I barely even post there, like ever and I'm pretty sure it was an accident, but uh. hey Russell Crowe.

#our little lives don't count at all! #I'm trying to get better at remembering twitter exists #you can follow me over there @acidmouthed if you want tho

[cassi-eats-cockroaches]

THE UNDESIRABLES is a WIP of currently-undefinable genre, set in a large world of advanced technology that... isn't quite sci-fi?Character-centric, it takes place near the end of a war between two primary factions that has devastated much of the world, and follows a group of people on opposing sides (and a few on no side) who are imprisoned by an outsider faction. Forced to work together to find their way home, the group has every intention of going their own separate ways. But after all the challenges they face and what they learn of each other, such a thing is easier said than done. The war began with a revolution, and for this group it ends with another; the act of loving each other.

OPPOSING SIDES: The Heralds (they fight for peace), The Opposition (they fight for change)

OUTSIDERS: The Saviors (they fight to end the war; they don't care exactly how)

THE UNDESIRABLES (their very basics):

JAILBREAK. He/him. 27. Once an Opposer, defected into neutrality. Bi. Cis man.

GODSEND. She/her. 25. Neutral. Pan. Cis woman. Schizophrenia.

CARRION. She/her. Somewhere around 15 - 17. Neutral. No concept of gender or sexuality. Feral child raised by birds.

FREEFALL. He/him. 24. Herald. Gay. Cis man.

FORTIS VITALIS. He/him. 28. Herald. Bi. Cis man. PTSD.

GLORY HOUND. She/her. 31. Once an Opposer, now an unaligned bounty hunter. Pan. Cis woman.

COLD BLUE. He/him. 25. Opposer. Gay. Cis man. Recovering alcoholic, PTSD, Bipolar Disorder.

SHOCKING. She/her. 26. Herald. Lesbian. Cis woman. Married to Necromantic.

NECROMANTIC. She/her. 26. Technically neutral but assists the Heralds. Bi. Cis woman. Married to Shocking.

BRUISER. She/her. 23. Herald. Bi. Cis woman. Dating Sunshower.

SUNSHOWER. He/him. 22. Herald. Bi. Cis man. Dating Bruiser. Twin brother of Requiem.

REQUIEM. He/him. 22. Herald. Aroace. Cis man. Twin brother of Sunshower. Recovering addict.

SPINET. He/him, she/her, or they/them (interchangeable). 23. Unaligned. Queer in both sexuality and gender. PTSD.

BLOOD RAGE. She/her. 26. Opposer. Straight (maybe). Cis woman. PTSD and Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

KILLNOISE. He/him. 27. Herald. Pan. Trans man.

HYSTERIA. He/him. 21. Herald turned Opposer; now unsure of where to stand. Straight. Cis man. Dependent Personality Disorder.

HONEYBEE. She/her (sometimes he/him or e/em). 25. Opposer. Bi. Genderqueer intersex woman (AIS). Stepmother of two.

ACIDMOUTH. She/her. 22. Neutral. Pan. Cis woman in a loose sense. Unspecified psychotic disorder.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #my wip #writing community #wip intro #this is Extremely basic but im doing my best ok #character intros will be much better i think

[cassiefisherdrake]

ngl picrews make such good twitter icons (also ny twitter is @acidmouthed)!