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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/17/2017 12:17:29 AM
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As he walked, the green clashing violently with the red of the debris he brought with his gait, the Titan would be greeted with the familiar timid staccato crackle of the old Khvostov.
Usually, that meant one thing.
Newly resurrected Guardians.
As his path took him closer, he would see a warlock with a newly fabricated set of standard 'Born Spark' robes and helm. His starkly white ghost hovered by his ear, playing back some sort of advice for his aim as the Warlock fired at a series of targets created by his ghost, faintly humanoid in size and shape.
[i]A little lower.[/i]
"Sure."
After this helpful tidbit, his gun would jam as he fired the next burst. The Warlock began to fiddle with his rifle, looking it over and attempting to fix it in that wonderously and infuriatingly patient and methodical way that all of these warrior-scholars seem to take upon attempting something
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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 12/17/2017 5:16:20 AM“[b]Oh, thank the Traveler, another Guardian.[/b]” Ginger breathed, relieved and exhausted at the same time. The Titan wore what seemed to be old standard-issue Vanguard armor, painted some shade of ginger-orange at one point, though the paint job had been worn away by combat. “[b]You look pretty green to me... so how did a Warlock like you get here?[/b]” The lights on his [i]Insurmountable Skullfort[/i] flashed a calming blue-green as he slowly approached the Guardian, weapon stowed away on his back.
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The two exchanged glances "No clue" [i]Scans indicated vex-like anomalies, but with an absence of vex.[/i] The Warlock cleared the jam, emptied the chamber, and removed the clip
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[spoiler]It's a magazine lol[/spoiler] Ginger scowled, his [i]Insurmountable Skullfort's[/i] hue shifting to a cautious orange as he subtly detected the seemingly Vex-related anomalies. It was a strong, internalized gut feeling that left him uneasy. "[b]So you just... appeared here? Recently?[/b]"
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The Warlock nodded. "Yeah. No clue as to why. One moment I'm in the old Arlington Memorial, the next...I'm here."
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"[b]I had the same thing happen to me.[/b]" Ginger pulled out his Pulsar-MSe Pulse Rifle and, inspired by the Warlock, checked it for battle damage. His drawn-out engagement with the Cabal had stained the brightly-colored weapon with black, oil-like fluid, that caused the red martian sand to stick to the weapon. He sat down on a nearby rock, and began to clean the weapon off, with practiced precision. "[b]I just got off of Mars. Suddenly there was a flash of light... And I came here. Wonder if whatever it was that brought the two of us here was the same thing.[/b]"
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"Well, I guess we're sticking with you." The Warlock stated "Strength in numbers." His Ghost just sat there, quiet
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"[b]Right... Well, I was hoping that you knew where to go, 'cause I don't know when or where we are.[/b]" Ginger finally brushed the last of the grime off of his weapon, a pool of blackness oozing out near his feet. Avoiding it, he stood up, and pointed at the Dojo's gate in the distance. "[b]Figure that place wouldn't be a bad place to start.[/b]"
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The Ghost shook its head [i]Too many anomalies. We've detected everything from a Guardian's light, to hardlight, plasma, ballistics, and unknown energies.[/i]
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"[b]So its inhabitants are dangerous?[/b]" Ginger asked the Ghost quizzically, a tinge of tension entering his voice.
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[i]More than likely. Caution is advised.[/i] The Warlock loaded his gun "Ready?"
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"[b]Yeah... Let's go.[/b]" Ginger locks and loads, and gets ready to follow the Warlock.
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He lead the way, raising his gun "Check every direction."
