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The crisp wind on the cosmodrome seemed to cut through even the highest armor, chilling one to the bone yet somehow the snowflakes that fell from above gently floated amongst the debris. All was strangely silent in the shipyard, the fallen stopped chattering and it seems that everyone's gun had been set away, even only for a short time. A hunter was spotted kneeling on top of Resputin's antenna looking out onto this desolate world she called home. It gave her a knot in her stomach to think of what happened, even the small bit she was told. Humans seemed to be the rarer of the species, and she felt disappointed she didn't have much to offer other than a good eye and a quick shot. Of course, that's what most guardians do but there was just something strange about looking out onto earth and seeing Fallen and Hive instead of humans. At least the awoken still have their kingdom, and the exos... Well. She pulled out her ghost. "You're sure you've scanned everything?" She asked with resentment lingering in her voice. "Yes, Skylar. We've been to this area hundreds of times. The only thing left from the golden age of humans is Resputin, and you know how... Difficult he can be about information." She scowled, waving her ghost away and looking beyond the boarders, thinking to herself that there's got to be more to it. She read about the amazing things humans have done in their golden age, in books, in journals. But somehow there was nothing left, if there was, it was far away from here. (Open)

The air was warm on Venus in the isotropic sink a normal place to find a warlock. Obviously many warlocks come to find the reason vex exist but I was just there to test my new Jade Rabbit on the vex. My robes flowed in the wind that was very little wind though. (Open)

Onions (Open)

[spoiler]Atticus's dialogue is bolded for ease[/spoiler] [b][u]Part 1[/u][/b] (Closed, continue lower) [b]"Banshee, six weeks is unacceptable. I need it repaired immediately!"[/b] The third day in a row the Tower has been interupted by a loud "discussion" Between Atticus and Banshee. Every guardian passing through has heard the story over and over again, the volume varying by time of day. "I'm sorry Guardian, the Tungsten-Plasteel alloy the links are made from is in too short a supply to waste on such an archaic system of self-defense. Might I suggest a more typical armored coat until supplies become available for more frivolous uses?" [b]"Archaic!?"[/b] Sparks crackle from his fist as Atticus slams it onto the desk, his temper worn dangerously thin.[b] "By the same standards the armor those Punch-buckets use is archaic! The guns we use haven't changed for hundreds of years! Fix. My. Chainmail."[/b] "I do not understand your preoccupation with such an object of vanity. Many adequate replacements exist for this piece." [b]"It's a symbol. A light in the dark, Banshee. Why does Suros emblazon their logo on every gun they've ever produced? Why is Curx/Lomar so concerned with producing weaponized works of art?"[/b] "Well I would assume..." [b]"That was rhetorical. Why can it not be patched with pure plasteel? Titan armor seems to work just fine."[/b] "Their armor consists of solid and thick plates. Chain links are thinner. They must be made of harder alloys to provide the same strength." [b]"What would happen if you patched it with pure plasteel anyway?"[/b] "An ogre aboard the dreadnaught would rip your arm off instead of just severely wounding you and your armor" [b]"If I brought you the alloy you need, would you repair it?"[/b] "It would be an immense waste of such a valuable resource. However I would do as you request." [b]"I'm going to miss these fights Banshee!" [/b]Atticus shouts as spins and sprints across the Watch toward the hangar. "You'll be back..." Banshee-44 murmurs. [b](closed, is open lower)[/b]

Though they call her the lady in blue as a battlefield nickname, she fights for a banner of red and white, staying loyal to her faction. Though here she is, sitting in the hall of the Vanguard, listening to the ramblings of her mentor. "Achilles, record this, if quite like to listen to it later." She gently taps her Ghost, taking a stand and meandering over to the exotic blueprint terminal to scroll through her collection of treasures. (Open to all!)

((Can I get a bump for later? On mobile ATM and would like to look into this when on my desktop.))

Can someone bump me for later? Don't spam please

[u]The Darkblade would look around, pitch black and silent. He'd sit down upon a stack of crates, watching the thralls sharpening his axe. [/u] [b][i]What the -blam!-. This sucks big ass cock. [/i][/b] (Closed.)

Hey moderators, I was wondering if I could perhaps update the way my character's armour looked, based on my in game Hunter. Is that alright?

*the doom weaver walks up to the city walls and starts climbing* (Open)

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[i]Xel-15 had been known for his, open diplomacy with the fallen if not for his prowess in the crucible. Often striking conversations with vandals and dregs that had lowered thier arms, rendered defenseless. So far he had learned that the devils despise guardians with a passion of 5,000 condensed suns after Sepiks Prime fell, the house of winter is at a disarray after the death of Draksis, house of exile is ruled by a circle of barons who are desperately trying to gain full control, house of wolves say that the reef is a hell-hole, yet house kings refuse to strike up a conversation. Fascinating indeed. Xel is on the lookout for docking caps for executor Hideo. Today none of the fallen he encountered felt like having a friendly conversation. It's a shame for them, Xel sometimes decided to let them go after seeing the kind if being they are. Oh how he longs for a striking conversation. He sits down in the divide, and starts tinkering with his apple of discord. He looks up at the sky and remembers the day he was resurrected. What an eventful day he thought. He then looked at his own robot body and remembered all those weirdly strange augmentations he makes on him.[/i] X: Ghost, where's David? G: He's in a blizzard right now. He contacted Adara to help him rescue another titan. X: Well why didn't he ask for my help? G: He said that visibility is less than 15 centimeters, 50 fallen and about 3 spider walkers. X: Oh. Well I see. Leave it to her, I'll just be here... [i]Tinkering...[/i] (Open.)

[i]Dark Skies.[/i] [i] Dark Skies.[/i] The Titan was walking. Crackling under his boots were the bones of his enemies. "Why?", said the Titan. A ghost and a body were on the ground. His Friend, [b][i]Classified[/i][/b] had been perished. She was a hunter. He summoned his Ghost. "Yes?" Said the Ghost. "I need a revive..." said the Titan. "Well, there is a complication." said the Ghost "What do you mean?" Said the Titan. "Well, because more Fallen are coming for us..." Said the Ghost "We'll be ready" said the Titan. [spoiler]Bump This for me to continue [/spoiler] [spoiler]Cause I'm getting Tacos[/spoiler]

[i]A lone skiff flies over the red sands of Mars Suddenly a explosion rips through the skiff's engine sending it crashing down. The few Fallen that survive the crash are quickly killed by a lone guardian.[/i] Devil-60 holsters his hand cannon and nods in satisfaction. He then moves towards the skiff, looking for salvage.

*lightship Seriks-fel orbits earth as Krelik sits in his throne room, looking at the Intel from his mission on the dreadnought*

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[i]The blizzard roared throughout the Cosmodrome. Fallen lurking, stalking at every corner. Hive screams echo throughout the land. It's been months since David has endured the harsh weather conditions. This reminded him of his old life, before becoming a guardian. In that wonderful snowy wonderland his previous life was. Nothing like the cold, barren wasteland the fallen plunder. David heard spider walkers. At least 3 of them. David could've possibly taken all 3 out in normal weather conditions, but the blizzard is too great. He takes refuge in an old building. He goes up to the third and final floor and takes out his Hereafter and blends himself with his surroundings, completely unseen. The storm rages on, fallen machinery echoes around his ears, he starts to wonder if he's going crazy. Maybe. Just maybe. Unable to spot anything along the raging storm, he withdraws his rifle and goes to a corner of the floor away from the windows. His ghost, whom David has dubbed Beachball, appears from thin air to talks sense into him. Specifically to call in for backup. [/i] B: David, we're in the middle of a snowstorm, we're outnumbered by fallen, we need backup. D: Hush Beachball, I made it out alive from the Hellmouth. We both know this is a breeze compared to that horrible event. B: Breeze? We're in a snowstorm David! The winds are going at 68 miles an hour! D: Uh, no that won't do. Give it to me in SI units please. B: David stop fooling around! D: Ah ah ah, give it to me in kilometers. B: *sigh*, 109.4 kilometers. D: Attaboy, I rather go back dead than with backup. B: You're being unreasonlable! D: No, I'm being a hunter. Lone gunslinger who brings justice with a swift trigger pull and impeccable aiming. Just like the Wild West. B: David! D: No backup [i]capishe?[/i] If you won't help me you might aswell go back inside my satchel and fetch me my cookies. I'm getting hungry. B: Get them yourself! D: Fine then. [i]David reaches inside his bag and pulls out a small bag of cookies. Never once in his life as a guardian he's ever left without a bag of cookies. He takes off his helmet and starts eating his snack. With his mouth full, he jokingly offers his companion a piece. [/i] D: Want one buddy? B: Why do you offer me? You know I don't eat. D: I don't know, I'm being nice here. You can just politely decline my offer. B: No, David. I don't want a cookie. (Open.)

[b]Event[/b] [i]Oryx's Touch[/i] Okay Guardian. There are reports of Oryx's Shadow being sighted in the cosmodrome somewhere around the Blast. That place where you destroyed that Devil Walker? Investigate these claims and put an end to this Shadow. -Cayde-6 [b][u]ACTIVITY REWARDS:[/u][/b] [i]Unknown Rewards [???][/i] [spoiler]These Are Signups. Please Post Below wether you're participating or not.[/spoiler]

The titan defender stands slowly shaking his head as he turns to face his downed ship, smoke trailing from the crash. He lets out a radio call "uhh.. to any guardians I'm the area...I need help. Cabal shot my ship down and..yeeeeaaaahhhh.. a lot are comeimg, CJ out." He readys his rifle. As the sounds of cabal jump packs grow near ( open) ( sorry for the absence work sucks)