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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Splashback77:
11/24/2017 12:11:56 AM
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[b][u]Thanksgiving with the Greys[/u][/b]
[i]Undisclosed Location, 16:00[/i]
There were 33 seats at the long table. Sixteen per long side, and two seats at the head of the table.
Mason sat at the head seat, wearing a blue dress shirt, khaki pants, and a tie that was black with turkeys on it.
Mia sat to his right. Her brown hair in a single braid as usual. She wore a striped sweater dress that was olive, orange, yellow and white.
Sarah sat to his left, wearing more or less the same dress. Her bronze locks were curled.
There wete two empty seats next to them, but the rest of the table was occupied by Mason's horde of animals with dishes of kibble in front of them.
On the Guardians' side of the table was a feast to behold. Turkey, deviled eggs, mashed potatoes, a vegetable tray, tray of cranberry sauce, a ham, three baskets of bread rolls, a boat of gravy, and other typical Thanksgiving food.
[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
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[i]Seemingly appearing from out of nowhere was a fellow Guardian, flittering into view as his invisibility wore off, leaving him... well, visible in all of his full, agonizing glory, because Gods were the things he carried on his person painful to see -- assuming the three had been there during the, ah, glory days of Thorn and The last Word. The Hunter was an Exo and a Bladedancer both, his visible head made with sharp surfaces, though he did definitely look lifelike and even... human, to an extent; he was obviously a robot still. His "skin" was painted an army green, a red streak curving down his forehead to in between the eyes, while a horn jutted out of his forehead. His eyes and mouth both glowed with diamond blue light. As far as his apparel went, he wore a dirt brown woolen sweater with a reindeer stitched into the front, its big, red nose even glowing with a little LED light. In truth, the Hunter could've effortlessly won an ugly sweater contest. On his legs, he wore navy blue jeans, contrasted by the white-red sneakers on his feet, the laces of which were adorned by Christmas lights for meme power. As for the aneurysm-inducing part... he wore a leather holster on his right hip, with in it one of the most notorious weapons of the Crucible: Thorn. The black handcannon was seated firmly in its sheath, though the newcomer could probably draw it in second.[/i] "Hey guys," [i]His robotic voice croaked as he placed both of his hands on the back of the chair that stood next to Miia, fingertips lightly tapping on the wood.[/i] "Y'all mind if I join? Fireteam sorta... ya know, ditched me." [spoiler]poor guy[/spoiler]
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Edited by Splashback77: 11/24/2017 12:46:10 AMThe first words to come out of someone's mouth were: "You stole my hand cannon. The Last Word. Is. Mine." This came from the huntress Mia, whose braided hair and green eyes marked her identity and her enduring eyes. Her twin, the Warlock, calmed her down, "Mia, I'm sure it's not the original you found. I'm sure it's a copy. It's not the one you own." Mason sighed, adjusting his tie, "Have a seat, kid."
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"Man, I don't even know y'all and I'm already getting accused of stealing things..." [i]The Hunter slowly signed, pulling the seat back with a thankful nod towards Mason and Sarah both, though he did - for just a moment - consider walking on over to the other side of the table and sit down next to the Warlock. The Exo sat down, his left hand protectively shielding Thorn, almost as if in instinct.[/i] "TLW's not even on me, either... back at the ship, alongside Final Verdict and the Hunger of Crota..." [i]A Bladedancer who wielded Thorn, Final Verdict, and the Hunger of Crota. The three could practically feel the tumours growing on them, even if he seemed nice enough. That was something, at the very least. He sat back in his seat, left hand on the table, fingertips rhythmically drumming on it.[/i] "Thanks, by the way, Sir... and you too, Miss 'Lock, for uh... disarming the bomb."
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"Don't call her that!" Mia demanded, standing up. "Mia, sit down," Mason asked. The Huntress, huffed, sitting back down in her chair, unhappy around such an individual. The dogs yapped at the Exo. "I'm not gonna lose my hair to Hunter again," Sarah muttered.
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"I don't know what else to call her," [i]The Exo retorted, his right hand moving off his gun to lightly pet the nearest animal, lightly scratching it behind the ears with his fingertips, all gentle and sweet even while getting screamed at by people he didn't even know.[/i] "I don't know what to call any of you, at that, so uh... ...let's start with introductions, eh? I'm Shade-34, or just Shade, 34, whatever. 'Rust bucket' also works, Mia, if you want to relieve your... uh, frustration at me that way..." [i]He made a sound akin to a sigh, his lifeless eyes sending a look at Mason that could very well be described as 'fuсking help me please', though his eyes quickly went back to the table, looking over it. Of course, the Hunter could always leave, but he didn't want to. Traveler knew he needed friends.[/i]
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"Sarah Grey," Sarah spoke up, smiling. "Mason Grey," the older Titan said, "Father of these two." He pointed two Mia and Sarah.
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"Pleasure to meet you three." [i]Shade, as he had made himself known, gave a nod and a slight wave, his mechanical face shifting to form a decently awkward smile back at Sarah and Mason both, though he was definitely trying... metal just wasn't very expressive.[/i] "Whoever one of y'all made the table," [i]He continued, smile fading as he looked back at the table, lightly patting it with his left hand, careful not to knock something over,[/i] "They did a good job... seem to like animals, too, and that's always a plus."
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"Theyxre my pups and kitties!" Mason said, "All 24 of them."
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 11/24/2017 1:28:03 AM"Well, Sir, you have a fine choice in animals! Always liked dogs and cats both." [i]As Shade said that, he ran his hand down the dog's neck, slowly stroking back up it with the back of his fingers after, going back to scratching the animal behind its ears.[/i]
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He was stroking the head of a golden retriever. The retriever yapped.
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[i]Ah, his second favourite kind... The Exo started smiling again as he pet the dog, kind eyes focused on it as he gently scratched and stroked the adorable thing.[/i]
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Mason sighed, "If anyone wants to express thanks for anything, please do so now."
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[i]Shade cleared his mechanical throat, his attention finally leaving the dog. He folded his hands together, not really in prayer but just out of comfort.[/i] "I'm thankful for my Ghost, my Light, and the chance to share this meal with y'all."
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Sarah smiled, "I am thankful for my Ghost, Lunar, my family, and my friends." Mia sighed, "I am thankful for my Ghost, Lush, my rifles, and the they weren't stolen," she said, glancing at Shade, "And for my sister, and my father. And for the fact he hasn't made a Dad Joke." "You better not have jinxed us, Mia," Sarah muttered. Mason decided, "I'm thankful for Topaz, for my girls, and this meal."
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[i]Ooooh... the Exo saw a chance, his eyes lighting up with devious intent, his fingers intertwining. He cleared his throat again, lightly speaking up with a tentative voice, his gaze focused on his hands as he set his meme power into overdrive.[/i] "I'm thankful of the sidewalks for always keeping me off the streets," [i]He spoke with a grin, his eyes darting over Mia, Mason, and Sarah all, only to come resting back on Mia. The sly bаstаrd had seen his chance and had taken it with stride.[/i]
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The twin sisters, groaned, "No... not a Dad joke..." Mason sighed, "Only I can make those."
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[i]If metal was even a bit more expressive, the Exo would've had a big, wide, shit-eating grin on his face.[/i] "Aye, Sir, but the more dad jokes, the better, no?"
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"No," Sarah and Mia said at the same time. "I can't argue with that logic, Shade," Mason said. "Can we eat? I'm hungry," Sarah begged. "Hi Hungry," Mason said. "Sarah you made a mistake," Mia whispered. "I'm Dad," Mason finished.
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[i]A mechanical, robotic chuckle came from the speakers in Shade's mouth, his hands eagerly clapping together just ones, fingers intertwining after. He smirked, nodding towards Mason, clearly pleased with the man and his amazing, legendary dad joke.[/i] "Yeah, y'all eat," [i]He agreed with another nod, clearly not planning on eating himself because, well... he was an Exo, and therefore couldn't eat -- probably.[/i]
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Bedlam slipped into the seat beside Sarah silently, his normal dress attire fitting the situation well. He smiled at Sarah and gave her a friendly wink before waving over at her father. "Hey, Mason. You ever finish naming all those baby animals?"
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Edited by Splashback77: 11/23/2017 4:14:03 PM"Yes, I did," Mason said. He gestured to the end of the table, where all the puppers and kittehs had name plates at their seats and were eating dishes of kibble.
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"Do they all have collars with their names or....How do you remember them all? There has to be at least two dozen of them." Bedlam gazed over all the animals. "Huh."
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Each were a different breed either cat or dog. "Topaz tagged them," Mason said.
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"Ah." Bedlam nodded before looking over at Sarah. "May I ask why we're all sitting at this large table? Someone's birthday or something?"
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"Thanksgiving," Mia sighed.
