Destiny: Legend Untold, Chpt 12 Pt 1

The wait is over, and in sorry it was so long. This chapter may seem a little odd and comedic to you loyal readers out there, and I'd like you all to know that it's because this chapter is focused on the daily lives of Guardians. I want to give a taste of all they crazy and goofy things they do and convey their carefree nature. Hope you all enjoy the read, and please leave likes and comments. And now I present to you, The Old and the New [b][u]Chapter Twelve: The Old and the New[/u][/b] Part One "And this automatically changes the color of my armor?" I asked again to be sure. "Yes," Eva Levante answered kindly, "Think of it like...instant paint application." Eva Levante was the Guardian Outfitter, and was probably the most joyful and caring person I had met since waking up. Being the sweet older woman she was, Eva cared for the Guardians like her children, which in part was due to the sad fact that she had lost her husband and child years ago. She was proud of everything that each Guardian achieved, and loved to see us wearing her colors and symbols. "Rush, can you put it on?" I requested. "Can do," my hovering companion chimed. Within moments my armor was transformed from dull greys, silver, and white to glossy coats of blue and gold. I inspected myself thoroughly, enjoying the new look and the ease of the process. No paint or manual application required. "Oh you look marvelous," Eva exclaimed in delight. "I agree," I responded, yet another smile splitting my face, "Thank you, Mrs.Levante." "Oh 'tis no problem at all, dear," Eva smiled back, "Run along now, you said your friends were all waiting on you." "Let them wait," I laughed, but began moving away even so, "They don't have anything else to be doing." "Farewell," Eva waved, laughing lightly as well. "Farewell Mrs.Levante," I called back. She turned to her small desk, pushing her pale blonde hair away from her eyes as she began crafting new emblem and shader designs, a smile still wrinkling her face. Moving through the walkway and up the stairs to the Tower's main courtyard, I thought about what my team and I would do today. We had all agreed to wait a bit before going to the Moon again, as Sierra didn't want to be around the massive swarm of Guardians that would surely be there and Drew didn't want to compete with them for kills. That left patrolling the Cosmodrome or entering the Crucible, both of which Drew enjoyed. Sierra would like Crucible because she would only tolerate other people if we were in a battle. I would suggest Crucible when we decided on what we would do, it's better for improving oneself. Making this decision just before I came up into the courtyard, my train of thought was diverted when I spotted a large gathering of a few dozen Guardians clustered in its center. A chorus of cheers rose from the inward-facing group as I approached, and I noticed that the crowd was mostly composed of Titans along with some Hunters. Being unable to see past all of the taller Guardians in front of me, I started to weave my way towards the center. Squeezing between people to get a clear view, I saw Glimmer trading hands and heard snippets of cheers and shouts. Some chanted "F W C" while others yelled "Titan master class" or "purple reign", and along with those were various insults, challenges, and boasts. I knew who they were talking about before I made it through the wall of flesh and armor, and was not surprised to find Drew in the middle of the ring of spectators. The brightly clad Titan sat on a stool pulled up to a table that someone had apparently brought out here for this event, a broad grin splitting his metal face. Across from Drew was another Titan, clearly straining to get the upper hand as the two competed in an arm wrestling match. But the match was over far too soon as Drew brought his opponent's hand down with brutal force, sending a resounding thump through the air. At the sound of a hand hitting the table another collective cheer rushed through the crowd and a new wave of Glimmer was passed between Guardians. I noticed Sierra standing at the opposite edge of the ring, not cheering like the rest of the crowd but watching intently. At first I thought she was just there because she was waiting for Drew to finish and leave, but then I saw a couple of Guardians hand her some small bags brimming with Glimmer, defeated and angry expressions on their faces. Sierra noticed me and a ghost of a smile touched her lips as she held up the bags victoriously. Then a single Warlock who stood by the table, the only one I had spotted in this gathering, waved his hand above his head and towards Drew's end of the table to signify his victory. Apparently this Warlock was the referee. "Will anyone else dare challenge the Great Drew-22, the killing machine from the Future War Cult?!" the referee bellowed to the crowd, his voice carrying to the ears of all gathered here. He was answered with some rather vulgar words from Guardians that I could only assume lost a lot of Glimmer or pride to this competition, but was completely nonplussed by them. But someone finally stepped out to challenge and more cheers replaced the jeers. This one was a Hunter, and though he wasn't scrawny, he looked rather small in comparison to Drew. The Hunter was met with laughs and taunts as he struck several poses, flexing and flaunting like some kind of model. With a good-spirited laugh at the Hunter's show, Drew shook the hand of his new opponent as he approached the table. The Warlock exchanged a few whispered words with the Hunter and seemed to get annoyed, but the Hunter egged him on to do something. When the Warlock nodded in agreement, the Hunter and Drew took their places at each end of the table and waved to the adoring crowd around them. A hush passed over the crowd as the Warlock raised his hands for attention and began announcing the next match. "As Zavala says, the rules must be stated each round and all that crap we hate," the Warlock began, and the entire crowd responded with a heavy sigh that seemed rehearsed, "But we will talk about the rules anyway just so we can rub this in his face constantly. So Zavala ended our fist-fight matches but approves of this and yada yada yada, he also says play fair and no betting, BUT WHO THE HELL CARES?!" "WE DON'T CARE!" the crowd responded in sync, and I realized that they probably started each round this way. "So we're gonna keep breaking the rules out here where Zavala can hear all of it, and we ain't gonna stop until that blue head turns purple!" the referee declared. This was met with a blaring roar from the crowd, but when it died down someone shouted, "That Warlock said ain't!" "I said we're breaking the rules!" the Warlock snapped, "Although, once again, I am sad to say that we won't be breaking the "no fist-fight matches" rule because Shaxx won't allow it anywhere besides the Crucible." "Get on with the arm breaking!" a voice called from the midst of Guardians. "Well said! Our next challenger is..." the referee stopped to let out a loud, disapproving sigh before carrying on in a condescending tone, "Fury the Fabulous Flexer. Give it up for the Hunter everyone." Most of the Hunters in the crowd cheered and applauded, but laughter overwhelmed the encouraging response. "Challenging!" the Warlock bellowed, his strong announcer voice returning, "The Purple Reign, Drew! Let's give our twenty-win-streak-champ a hand!" An approving roar rose from all the Titans in the crowd, although a few just shook their heads, probably because Drew had beaten them already. But as it began to die down an shout came from the stairwell leading down to the Vanguard Hall. The crowd turned to face the voice, and confused muttering spread through the gathering as Cayde was found to be the source of the shout. _____________________________________ Link to Chpt 11 Pt 7: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/219175511/0/0 Link to Chpt 12 Pt 2: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/223245367/0/0 Link to ToC: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212710816/0/0