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Post by Zombz on Aug 28, 2019 23:07:41 GMT -5
Two Sides to Every Coin
The guardian was pensive. Rolling a charcoal black shell between her fingers. The images of Cayde's broken face rolling like old film in her mind. The light of the Drifters mote bank cast dark shadows around the room that had caused her to flinch at first but now had become a comfortable aesthetic. She wasnt sure how much of what she had heard was true but she couldn't shake the suspicion. It drug at her, like an anchor weighing her down. Shed left her ghost behind, despite his protests. She didnt want to be distracted by his constant commentary. Her senses perked when her ears picked up the quiet thrum of boots on the metal walkways. She stayed still but her eyes slid to see the Difters shadowed figure haunt the doorway. "Oh hey Sister," he straightened his robe and sauntered into the room, arching a brow as he inclined his head towards the Guardian. "Now I wasnt expecting compa-" She cut him off "Trust...." She stated the word as if there was a joke behind it and set the echo from Aunor on the table. The Drifter didnt seem to be concerned with the tape and sildled up to the railing, casually leaning on its edge, producing a emerald coin to fiddle with. She was caught off guard by his casual manner but turned, setting the blackened bullet to the side. She whipped her Malfeasance from its holster, a surge of light ripping thought her. With an angry clang it burned with the energy of the Golden Gun as she aimed it right between his eyes. The Drifter threw both his hands up in mock surrender but his amused grin didnt quite meet his eyes. They both knew he had more cards to play. "You sure know how to make a scene." his voice aired on amusement but there was a threat in it, disdain for her apropos choice in subclass. She narrowed her eyes and squeezed the trigger. The moment her hand flexed the Drifter darted in his hand catching her wrist and jerkind it upward as the slug ripped from the barrell with a vicious howl, hitting the ceiling above them and carving a molten cavern. Shocked the Guardian went for her knife with her free hand but no sooner did her fingers clamp on the handle did the Drifter shove her back to the wall, slamming his hips into hers, pinning her hand between herself and the wall, hand still gripping the blade. Her teeth gritted, she may be stronger but he had centuries of experience over her, shed gotten too angry and made mistakes, neglected to plan. "Now you had to know that wasnt going to work." Her eyes met his and she found the amusement had returned to them as she watched him regard her tensed figure. She was all too aware how prone of a position he had her in now, and down here in the annex he could kill her a few times over before another guardian could show up and break them up. She jerked against his hold on her but his hand just clamped tighter on her wrist as he pressed her more firmly into the wall. "Are you finished?" He chided, supressing a smirk. Her face flushed, defeated, rage still burning in her chest but the golden gun burnt out, leaving just the malfeasance which he grabbed with his free hand and tossed to the table near them. It slid through the pile of coins and she watched them fall clinking to the floor before her gun stopped its slide. The Drifter grabbed her jaw and jerked her face towards him to match her furious glare, she thought he would have released her or killed her at this point but he just ran his thumb across the pink in her cheeks, his eyes trailing over her face. She swallowed hard, a knot forming uncomfortablly in her throat. The Drifters short chuckle broke the silence "feelings mutual Kid."
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Post by Zombz on Aug 28, 2019 23:08:56 GMT -5
Nioc Yreve ot Sedis Owt
Staring down the barrell of a Golden Gun was not the way he planned to start his day. damn that warlock.
She wasnt much for words, his Guardian, and he knew if shed really meant to kill him she'd have fired before hed even entered the door. He noticed her ghost was absent, bold of her, but it evened the playing field a little. No, he didnt think shed kill him, but she was angry, he could feel it in the way her light pulsed unwrangled from her. The Taken in his bank could feel her too, their energy surged in tandem with hers, reaching, hungry. Eat the hunter. He could summon a few and theyd make quick work of her, he thought. She was unstable, not her usual composed and quiet self. She wouldnt stand a chance unsettled as she was. He shook the thought from his mind. "You sure know how to make a scene." He said, breaking the silence. Wrong move. Her finger began to squeeze the trigger and the Golden Gun began to flare but for a moment.... ....she hesitated. He took the moment and ducked, grabbing her wrist to jerk the gun away from his face just before she fired. The bark of the cannon deafened him for a brief moment. He closed the distance between them just as her hand reached back to grab for her knife. shit. He slammed her back into the wall, jamming his hips into hers to lock her hand and the knife between her and the wall.
"Now you had to know that wasnt going to work." He knew he shouldnt taunt her now but he couldnt help himself. It amused him to see her so vehement, with her face flushed and her breath coming quick in angry huffs. He felt her body tense against his hold and jerk to free herself, her expression was indignant but he realized something odd. She wasnt trying. Suddenly it clicked. His gripped her wrist harder and pressed his body in tighter to hers and felt her struggling stop, her body still strung tighter than her bow yet she stilled. "You finished?" He chided. He was testing the waters now. Watching her every reaction. Without a word her hand relaxed and the Golden Gun burned out. The energy in the bank swirled into a roar with her submission. She wouldn't notice it, the way they frenzied inside their prison, she was too young to be that sensitive. He grabbed the malfeasance with his free hand and tossed it to the table behind them. He heard the sound of his coins scattering to the floor before everything fell silent again. He grabbed her face and turned it up to him, studying her expression. He didnt know why it was just now occuring to him. Why she took his side. Why she had tried to trust him. Her softening demeanour towards him these past days. He ran a thumb over her flushed cheeks and watched her lips part, the muscles work in her throat. A chuckle escaped him. "Feelings mutual kid." He said before clamping his lips roughly over hers.
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Post by Zombz on Aug 28, 2019 23:10:21 GMT -5
These shorts are modeled after Destiny lore tabs you find in game. They usually lack order and context (like stepping into a story in the middle), so these shorts will be the same.
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Post by Zombz on Aug 28, 2019 23:10:58 GMT -5
Embrace the Darkness
The Guardian shifted from one foot to the other, ancy. Just a few more motes. Come on, she urgered her team mates internally. Any time now the other team would bury them in Taken and their progress would spiral. Just bank your motes, for Travlers sake. She knocked an arrow and sent it flying straight through a psion's helmet to end the struggle of a Warlock that had been failing to land a single slug from his hand cannon. The Warlock jumped and hurriedly picked up the mote, looking to the source of the arrow. When he turned to her she gestured her arms wide, flinging them in the direction of the bank, exasperated. He boosted up over the ledge and floated over, turning and facing her as he deposited. She could only imagine the glare directed at her from under his helmet. As soon as the energy of the portal started to form she'd already launched herself through. She landed on the enemy side and scanned the battle field. As soon as her eyes caught the tail end of a hunters cloak disappear behind a rock she was off, the pounding of her feet and the rush of blood surging in her ears. As she neared she pulled her Quickfang and dodged around the rock. With a deft spin and a quick paff of purple smoke she was cloaked. She closed in on the hunter quick, by the time her cloaking fell and he'd caught sight of her she'd already swung.
"Thats one."
A gaining whistle turned into a deafening screech as a hammer soared past her head, just barely scraping her helmet and blowing her hood off as it past. She stumbled to the ground, ears ringing. It took a second to shake the disorientation but the two Malfesance slugs that punchrd through her shoulder snapped her right back. She snarled a curse and pushed off the dirt,somersaulting backwards towards the Titan, catching him in the upswing. She didnt stay to watch the body fall.
"Thats two!"
The Drifters voice was gaining excitement and it egged her on. A loud hiss drew her attention to the center as their bank slammed into the ground, follwed by a mess of Taken Goblins and a Captain who surrounded another Titan that had been trying to deposit her motes. The Titan jumped back and began firing. The spray from her auto rifle didnt seem to phase the Captain as he just slammed his foot against the ground, the concussive blast sending her flying back. The Guardian started forward, another whisp of purple and she was cloaked again. The Titan, stereotypically hard-headed rushed the Captain again, when it slammed and sent the Titan flying back again the Guardian pounced. The force of the slam made it easy to cut through the armor, her blade ripped up under the Titans chest plate, and the landing did the rest.
"Thats three!!"
She barely noticed the call out because a Hunter had launched himself above her, flipping into a graceful spin burning with solar light. She kicked off the edge of the bank, dodging back off the platform and landing hard on the ground below just before a shower of flaming knives landed above. Too close. She moved quick, jumping up, grabbing the edge of the wood, and swinging her Quickfang for the Hunter as he decended. Almost no resistance as it swiped through him. For a moment all she saw was red and suddenly she was standing back on her own side, staring down a hulking Primeval Ogre.
"Talk about cutting down the competition!" The Drifters voice crackled through her com. "And here I had you pegged for a Reaper kid, talk about nasty." His hearty laughter surrounded her head, "Almost makes me sad Shaxx wont let me in the crucible" his laugh faded to a chuckle, she wasnt sure if he meant as a challenger or a spectator but there was a venom in his voice. Her grin was all teeth.
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Post by Zombz on Aug 28, 2019 23:12:23 GMT -5
Got Em' in Spades
"A lot of people playing Gambit now-a-days." The Drifter mused as a massive Titan and her Warlock friend transmatted back to their ships. He turned his back to the railings and leant back, looking to the Guardian perched cross-legged on his work bench. She nodded absent mindedly, only half listening, her hands fiddling with the new ghost shell shed gotten from Eververse. She paused. He was right, a lot of guardians were drawn in by the idea. It made sense, after how sheltered they were by the Vanguard. Especially since Zavalla's refusal to seek justice for Cayde. It had torn a rift. Zavalla and Ikroa obviouly were supicious. Hell she had been too, the Drifter had been, and still was, a shady character. She still found herself in his company more often than not despite that. She hated to admit it but the Tower had been quite a somber place with the abscence of Caydes light, and the Drifters casual humors had been amusing at least.
She shifted her legs and turned her attention back to her ghost shell. "You know Ol' Drifters seen quite a few things out in the cosmos and I gotta tell ya," he tossed a jade coin in an old Cabal helmet next to her thigh, getting her attention again, "but the way you sickos tear each other up in Gambit, woooo!" He held his chest like it stung, shaking his head with a smirk on his face.
The Guardian only looked at him, arching a brow incredulously. When she didnt respond he only laughed, stepping in to grab the helmet and rolling it to to face him. She tensed, his understanding of personal space was about as thin as her patience for him invading hers. She was starting to mind less and less though, she supposed that was just his way. "Ya know kid," he set the helmet back down and proped the side of his hip against the work bench, she cocked her head to the side, following his eyes as they scanned her face for reactions. "You talk too damn much." He finished, a serious look sobering his features.
This illicited a snort of laughter from her and he chuckled, a grin on his face like hed just caught her bluffing in poker. She opened her mouth for a retort but a chirping beep inturrupted her and her ghost floated out to fly a few laps around her head. By the time it stilled the Drifter had returned to his usual spot leant against the railing. The Ghost turned to squint at him for a moment before turning back to its Guardian. "Theyre back" She cast a quick glance back at the Drifter who was no longer paying attention, his gaze out the door towards the Annex, watching for Guardians. Her smile fell. She turned back to her Ghost and nodded. A moment later she was transmatted to her fireteam.
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Post by Zombz on Aug 28, 2019 23:12:58 GMT -5
Hot to the Touch
The kiss was rough, a fight between them. He felt her recoil, her lips curled in a snarl, baring her teeth to him. It was like holding a wolf by the scruff, making it angrier by holding on but he dare not let go. He nearly released her, but the tight coils of her body began to unspool, yeilding to him. A quiet defeated whimper escaped her as her lips softened to meet his kiss. damn near drove him mad. A growl ripped through him, his head was pounding with the whispers of the taken, their manic demands to consume her light, it frenzied him in a way but he could control it. He dropped her wrist and slid his hand from her jaw to grab the hair at the back of her neck, yanking her deeper into his kiss. Through the ether of their tangle he heard her knife clank to the floor by their feet. A smile pulled the edges of his mouth as he felt her hands snake up into his duster over his chest to curl her fingers around his neck. The path they trailed singed his armor and skin. The young guardians had such terrible control over their light. He pulled back and grinned, all teeth when he saw her, half dazed, follow him for a brief moment. When her eyes cracked open their blue light was glowin somethin fierce. "Easy on the trigger finger darlin." He said and placed his hand over her still burning touch, pressing it more into his skin, his jaw setting firm, embracing the pain. Her eyes slowly raised to meet his as his palm splayed over her hand, quickly cooling. The fog of arousal had cleared from her face and her brow furrowed. She pulled away, gently at first then jerked back, her face twitched with an assortment of emotions for only a brief moment as she assessed him. And just like that her defenses were back up, as steely as ever. damn that woman was rough around the edges. He opened his mouth to reason but as soon as he took a step back towards her she snatched her gun from the table and was swiftly gone from the room before he even had the chance to utter a syllable. He shook his head, leaning back against the railing and casting a glance back at the bank. It was still now, and an uncomfortable silence fell over the annex. "See now you scared her off." He sighed, rolling a mote of dark between his fingers.
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Post by Zombz on Aug 28, 2019 23:13:35 GMT -5
Grain of Salt
Up on the Derilict the Drifter was fiddling with some long forgotten weapon frames he'd been meaning to work on. He was lost in thought, and had spent a solid 10 minutes twisting the same screw until it was stripped. His ghost had buzzed in to scan the frame with a quick pan of light before it hovered, watching him. There were different memories haunting him tonight. Her eyes flickering open to meet his, her breath in his lungs, her touch searing into his skin. It had been a hell of a long time since someone had touched him that wasnt tryin' to kill him. He supposed he got carried away. Drifter absent mindedly rubbed at the puckered burn marks she'd left. He hadnt let his ghost heal them, kinda liked the reminder. It didnt do him no favors to be sweet on that lil' Guardian but there was blood in his teeth now. Hed been rackin his brain tryin to figure out what had gotten the her so worked up. He was finding it hard to think. He swore he could still taste her.
"Im hungry." He grumbled, swatting at his ghost when it floated too near his head. There was nothing on the tape she'd left, nothin he didnt already know anyway. It was just Aunors accounting of what killed Cayde-6's ghost. He drummed his fingers over the top of the echo log, all the damn people in that Tower were so paranoid. For a good reason, but that wasnt the point.
He could only assume that she believed he had something to do with the Exo's death. Well... He couldn't really blame her. All he could really do at this point was wait 'till she came to the truth on her own. Drifter didnt have a lot if virtues but patience was one of them. He kicked up his feet and grabbed a bottle of something that passed better as engine fuel, pouring two glasses.
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