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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
12/6/2015 12:13:33 AM
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Reya A Female titan walks around the bar and has asked many guardians if she can help them with any job or such they need. She walks around wearing the new monarchy armor with a Suros shader so it's not to hard to find her. But guardians have turned her down when they realise her weapon the red spectre is the prototype of the red death. And not many guardians want anything to do with any wepaon revolving around the red death. As well as when they see her ghost that has been taken they get even more uneasy. So she now sits at the bar With a drink in her hand and her ghost floating right beside her hoping someone will be around and hire her for a job. ( Open to all )
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Jonathan, a Warlock, strides towards the bar. He always enters quite composed but exits with more than a slight stumble. He didn't count it as a problem. Others had a problem with it. He sat 3 seats away from the Titan and slammed 500 glimmer down. "Bacardi let-lose. On the rocks" He had a rule. Always drink the best first. Switch to cheap stuff once you're drunk. The glass was set down and he mocking raised it, "to another damned success" He downed it harshly and quickly, a clear indication that he was unhappy. Not that it was without reason. The damned Taken. Always getting away. He never understood how. After 3 fast drinks he slowed down considerably. It calmed his frayed nerves. "[i]You could always hire a partner[/i]", a soft, female voice chimed in his head. "Me? A partner? What madman would pair up with me?" "[i]You judge yourself too harshly. You are not associated with any sort of Darkness[/i]" "Didn't stop my enemies from kicking me out of the Tower. I didn't even know I HAD enemies here" He sighed. Long and winded. Jonathan was tired. He's been at this for well over 200 years. And he was tired. Of all the blood. Of all the loss. So many. But she was the last straw. Anyone but her had to be lost. Anyone but. Gradually he accepted it, but he never connected again. No allies. No support. It was easier. The risk was gone. But he secretly yearned for it. The chance to maybe meet one as strong as him. To maybe survive the long night. He sighed. No one was like him. He was too old. Even a Guardian's infinite youth could run out. After all those years, he aged maybe 15. "How long to have to wait til I can properly drink myself to death?"
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The titan Finishes her main drink and sets it down Then stands up and walks over to him. "Not many warlocks enjoy drinking in the tower, usually their out in the field studying eveything. So tell me why are you here" she says as she sits next to him
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He looked over a had a brief chuckle. "You positive you want to hear the ramblings of a half drunk, Rouge Guardian?" He was still chuckling when he felt a sharp pain in his head. "OW! Uncalled for!" "[i]Don't give me that. A young Titan wants to have a word[/i]" A Ghost, slightly smaller and more angular than most, left his armor. "[i]I apologize for my Guardian's behavior. I can speak on his behalf[/i]" "You most certainly cannot!"
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The titan giggles a bit, "It's always a pleasure to hear what people have to say"
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He heard the giggle and snapped up, his slightly drunken stupor seemingly gone. He didn't know Guardians could laugh like that. He sure hasn't. Every laugh of his had a note of sadness. "Well, I can't disappoint. I'm here because I'm starting to lose hope. Not that we can win, but that we can save ourselves. I try and try and try, but my victories are hollow. I'm getting to old for this. I should let the younger Guardians take over" A brief period of silence hung over the air except for tinkling of ice against the glass and he drunk quietly.
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"I can understand where you're Comming from, at least somewhat. And also instead of Giving up and just letting us "younger" guardians Take over. You should teach them, Because God knows That some could use it" she smiles as she runs a hand through her short brown hair fixing it a bit
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"But if all I teach die, doesn't that mean my path was wrong? Not a single one of my students has survived. I've lead countless Guardians to their own demise." "[i]What about that one Hunter? The one 58 years ago?[/i]" "He went Dark a few years back. Haven't seen him since" Another glass arrived and he asked the Titan, "Want anymore? This is my last one for the night. I have to be able to press autopilot"
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"Shouldn't hurt to have one more, but hey I'm willing to learn. Be intresting being along side an old warlock"
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He looked over and just stared for a second. "You remind me of an old fireteam member. You have the same heart. May I know your name?" "[i]You aren't allowed to put the moves on anyone[/i]" "I know that! I was legitimately curious! You put the strangest spin on things"
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"My name is Reya, I'm a titan as you can see. And tell your ghost I'm sorry but I'm not that intrested in older men" she Laughs a bit
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"You hear that? No funny business." "[i]Claim innocence. I don't buy it[/i]" "Have you bought anything I've ever said?" "[i]...I'll give you that one[/i]" He sighed again. Reva... Doesn't sound like a student of Cio. Plus, she was Awoken. This Titan is Human. "Hm, alright. You're in the clear. By the way, I've got a brief job. Little different for a Guardian but very important to me. It pays well plus whatever you find"
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Before Reya can answer her ghost flies over its taken shell dark in the bar. He speaks With some accent lost to time. "Is it gonna get my guardian killed? For all I know you're after Her and Who she is after" Reya Takes her ghost "Hush That's not important" she looks up at the warlock "so what's the job then?"
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John just blinked there for a second. "Okay... It's a capture mission. I'm after a certain Taken Hive Ogre. I believe that he has the information I need to get into their realm. If I do it correctly, I may successfully find a way to reserve Taking" "[i]Tell the young lady what happens if you do it wrong[/i]" "-sigh- I may end up being Taken. It's rather dangerous. But, aside from a lot of glimmer, the spoils of war, and my respect, I offer this" He takes out a sharp, red Hand cannon. It's heavily polished and has a clean bayonet. The barrel was long and rather heavy and the sights were non-holographic. "I based it off of my own. It handles like a faster Hawkmoon. Plus it causes a hell of a lot of damage"
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The titans eyes Fall onto the Handcannon but she pushes it back towards him "I appreciate it but I don't like hand cannons" She then takes a Rifle off her back And she sets it on the bar table "I enjoy my red spectre auto Rifle more" she giggles again "But alright I'll help regardless" He ghost immediately Jumps in front of her face [i]Are you crazy Reya!? You could end up dead..or he could end up taken and He could kill you![/i] the titan Takes her hands and takes ahold once more of her ghost "It's ok I'll be fine" she looks up at the warlock "Though my ghost does offer a good question, what am I to do if you turn taken?"
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This raised a good question. No Guardian has ever been successfully Taken before. Some have came close but Oryx could not completely subjugate them. "I recommend you run. It an unknown. There is no data on Taken Guardians. And I cannot say what will happen." His eyes drifted to the auto rifle on the bar. "Great looking weapon. Red Death model, right?"
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"Yeah a prototype of the original weapon, though The original is in the hands of another titan right now, but that's not important." She Sighs "Well whenever you're ready let's find that ogre or If you're just sending me tell me where to go"
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He laughed rather loudly. "You think I'm in any shape to fight? I'd be going into a death trap. Odds are I'd fling my sword off the edge or the abyss." He calmed down. After a second he rose and shifted his robes, exposing a large, bronze hilt. A rather rare thing, to see an old sword. "Beside me dying, the Ogre only comes out at the dead of night. Considering dawn is breaking on the Dreadnaught, we have at least 40 Earth hours.
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"So I'm gonna guard you while I do all the fighting to the ogre' ok cool fair enough" she stands up and puts her Helmet on, one of the first vanguard helmets that has been taken over but the FWC as she takes her gun and puts it on her back "I'm ready when you are"
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John just laughed slightly and stretched. "It will take some time. And I can't say that you can just support. Restraining an Ogre requires an immensely powerful rune. It will take some time to summon. So you may need to keep him busy. After we take out all the drones" He drew his sword and tested its heft. He felt the familiar, pinpoint balance of the solid steel. Many seemingly random symbols ran along the blade, no two were the same. "Mind if your Ghost drives? Mine is not to be trusted." "[i]Bite me[/i]"
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"Alright I got it and I guess he could drive" Her ghost Flies up "If you touch her I'll break your hand myself warlock " he says as he starts flying to the hanger.She Laughs a bit "Don't worry about him, he's a protective little bugger it's the reason his shell is Of taken Color and eveything else"
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Uh huh. Very protective. That's all he could think. Was there something he did? He was the one approached. "Yeah. Real likable. If you don't mind, I'm going to try and sleep off the drink. Wake me up once the sun sets of the Dreadnaught" [spoiler]ive got to go to bed. I'm supposed to spend the day with the gf tomorrow [/spoiler]
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"Yeah no problem I'll bring you up into my ship and You can sleep there And I'll bring us to the dread naught" [spoiler]Alright have a good night[/spoiler]
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John's eyes snapped open. Something awoke him. He didn't know what but something kicked him awake. He looked around and immediately sprung out of bed. Or the hammock he slept in. Where was he? What did he do? He looked around, noticing the short roof and irregular angles of the room. "Whose ship is this? I don't remember... Anything from last night" He saw his gear was mostly against the wall, in a small recess between two support beams. In a few minutes, he equipped his last part of gear and stretched. "Averlia? You here?" "[i]I am. Do want to wake her up?[/i]" "Huh? Who?" "[i]That Titan who drove you here[/i]" And it slammed him like a Kell's fist. The events of last night. He actually was in a fireteam, even with only one other person. "Damnit. You said she's asleep?" "[i]Yes[/i]" Wait, if he didn't remember that then... "I didn't... Do... Anything, right?" "[i]With a young girl like that. You stood no chance[/i]" "Hey, that's a little harsh. I think I'm doing just fine" John and his Ghost began to bicker. Slowly rising in volume.
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Reya Slept Soundly in her bed but her ghost is Awake moving around the ship and when it hears him it stops "If you don't shut up and let her sleep I swear I'll throw you out myself "
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John looked up at the Ghost, coursing with Taken energy. There was still mild annoyance on his face but then a dark grin emerged. John turned back to his Ghost still smiling. "[i]What's with that smile? Did you finally crack?[/i]" "You were getting on my case for the Titan being a young woman. But I see a rather manly AI floating over there" "[i]Excuse me?[/i]" "Why don't you talk to him? He looks like a good catch." "[i]EXCUSE ME?![/i]" The Ghost flew into his armor and in a second he clutched his head repeatedly shouting. "Ow! Ow! OW! STOP IT ALREADY! IM SORRY." "[i]SAY IT AGAIN. I DARE YOU[/i]"
