Destiny Roleplay ( Open and Accepting! )

[A.Kira-]

((Well, I think it's fantastic but everyone is their own worst critic. Well, most people. I do know a guy who is romantically obsessed with his face so he's the exception. If you ever feel crazy just think of that guy. You'll feel pretty normal.))

Ileana~
"Vandal are my favorites," she'd say as she moved in their direction. "Just high enough in the ranking system of the fallen to be cocky, with their four arms and sour attitudes, but just low enough that they still tremble at the sight of a guardian." The fallen were fairly interesting. She often wondered why in the years before the Golden Age people were so infatuated with alien life. It wasn't as interesting as it seemed. She knew almost as much about the current alien life forms that inhabited their solar system as there was to know and they hardly interested her in the slightest. The only thing those UFO sighting lunatics had gotten right was that hell came from above, not below. She tossed a solar grenade against a rock. It bounced off sideways and rolled in front of the vandal, scattering them but sending them back in her direction. "Everyone thinks they have their life in order at first," she commented to Carmela before spinning Nirwen's mercy in her hand, using the butt of it for a melee hit to conserve ammo and solar fire. "It's not uncommon for those plans to blow up in your face when you least expect it. Like these fallen for example. I'm sure some of them expect to retire some day." she flipped the gun back around to finish her work, leaving the vandal behind when the job was done. "I had future plans, emphasis on had there. Of course now everything seems to be a little more focused-" she grunted slightly, grappling with a vandal. "On surviving." A force push laced with solar energy was all it took to remedy that situation. "Maybe joining a gym. Can't wait to see the look on the male civilians faces when I outlift them," she laughed lightly. "Learning to cook. Moving in with you. Possibilities are endless." She threw that last part in casually. Carmela would take it or leave it. Ileana nearly lived with Carmela anyway but making the situation concrete would be a little crazy. Ileana doubted she'd be many places without Carmela for a while, anyway. The titan would probably want to keep an eye on her.

"Next question. Where's Waldo?" she headed for the middle, eyeing the shanks that hovered in the air. Everything there was clearly aware that something was going on. Ileana had heard Carmela's hammer from all the way over near the vandal. The sunbreaker hammer was fairly loud, though. Nirwen's Mercy was just loud enough to have attracted attention as well. Stupid creatures probably didn't know what exactly to do. "I'm mid now." she said, looking around for her Titan companion. "I'm only kidding about Waldo. I think it's about time you played the game, hm? Come on, there has to be something you want to know somewhere in that pretty head of yours."

[~SongOfFlames~]

((Omg. Critiqued by 50 other students? Eeee. I would be so nervous! Awesome drawing, shep! Carmela looks awesome!:D))


Well, she didn't think of it that way. The Nightstalkers were called their namesake for a reason. This specialized class relied heavily on stealth with a few of their attributes being that of smoke grenades and an evasive roll. He might have been able to get away at that time. It was a risk that she didn't want to take. It worked out well in the end. All three Guardians were safe and sound. No one was harmed from the incident, and the Hand of Ares suffered a blow due to their unsuccessful strike. Her mind cleared when she heard Amanda Holliday began to speak. Nadia actually never came across this woman during her time here. She has heard stories of this incredible woman, and now, she was finally able to meet her. The shipwright of this era that sold ships, sparrows, and offered repairs as well. Also, she played a part in the SRL league that a lot of Guardians participated in. She was a weary traveler that stumbled across the Last City. A tale that was common for the refugees that seeked shelter underneath the wing of the Guardians and their light. It was a tough journey for these citizens. Not everyone did make it to the Last City. It felt strange to be standing here right now in front of the woman. She wasn't there in her era. Someone else has taken her place. Unlike Guardians, the mortals or mundane people had shorter lives. A Guardian could live for a long time. She has met a Guardian once before that was centuries old. 


Nadia offered a small smile to the woman while she instantly recognized Feron. Oh? She knew him well then? It made sense, since he did live on his ship prior to coming across her. He'd probably come to Holliday for parts for his ship to make improvements and modifications much how she made improvements and tweaked the decor of her home. She glanced up at Feron for a moment right as Holliday mentioned if he was retired already. She glanced back over to Holliday when she brought up who she was.  When Feron introduced herself to Holliday, she bowed her head slightly before she had spoken."Nice to meet you, Ms. Holliday." she said softly, before she had fallen silent so that Feron could do the talking to try and persuade the shipwright to get his ship. The woman was hesitant to grant him access to the hangar all because he had his gear. She knew that there were rules enforced for a reason such as to protect and prevent accidents. Though, this was one of those special situations where he didn't have any access to his armor because his Ghost was on the ship. If she didn't allow for him to get to the hangar, there were other ways to get onto the main floor. Using the watch was one of the alternatives, but she could also open one of the locked doorways. The slightly illegal way.


She was about to say something, but that was when she saw the shimmer over his body. Nadia looked over to him when this occurred, and to her relief, his Ghost noticed the troubles that he was going through by giving him the armor that was required of him. She reached her free hand up to help him fix the cloak that his Ghost most likely had done on purpose. When it was fixed and neat in appearance, she looked back over to Holliday to hear the verdict. She would allow him, now that he had the armor that he was missing. Good then.  He can get to his ship. She slightly raised an eyebrow as the woman mentioned a hunter hangout. A what? Oh, she clearly missed some places here in the Tower. There were still a few places that she did not explore around this place. Yes, she was that of a Guardian back from where she was. Though, she did not reside on the planet Earth. She lived somewhere else on a research facility. Or, she used to. She didn't know of the fate of the facilities on Venus and Neptune. It was Neptune where she resided, but she had been temporarily borrowed by the Venus installation for a project relating to the Vex and how they traveled across timelines. She tensed when Holliday had said that a few of her tools went missing, and she basically gave them a warning to not touch any of these tools."Yes, ma'am. " she said softly, and when she felt Feron starting to turn, she had done the same. She walked alongside him being mindful of the stairs so that she wouldn't end up tripping herself or him over if she was to accidentally step on his cloak. It was the reason why her cloak was short. A lot shorter than the typical lengthy cloaks that Hunters had. She was silent while she waited for the door to slide open, but she tilted her head back to look up at Feron."Do you want for me to talk to him first? I feel like this is my fault. I...I need to make things right." she said softly with a faint frown.


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Roman tilted his head subtly to the side right as she pulled one of her hands away from him. What was it? He briefly looked down at their joined hands, before he lifted his gaze back onto her. It was the prosthetic arm that she pulled from out of his hand, She still was uncomfortable about it, wasn't she? He didn't mind at all about the arm. He didn't care, but it seemed like she was still a bit insecure about it. He nodded his head head when she said if that was what he wanted. It was. It would mean a lot if she did follow through with this. There was a light smile that formed on his lips as she also mentioned that he better not run off to catch the guy that did this. At least, not without her at his side."It is a deal then." he told her softly.It would be a lot like chasing the white rabbit. He wouldn't even know where to start if he was going to pursue the person. There was no information or data on that Titan. When he asked Athena to breeze through the match details and the name that was connected to the Titan, it was that of a false name. There wasn't a single Guardian that went by the name that was displayed on the roster. For a brief moment of time, there was an actual name.A name that made him grow just a bit nervous with a meaning behind the surname."Thanatos." he said lowly as he recalled the name that was flickering on the roster before it vanished for good so that there would be no trace of his existence. "It means 'Death' in Greek. It was the surname of the person. That was all that my Ghost was able to recover, before everything slipped away from her grasp." he told her with his thoughts traveling back to the stand-off in the middle of the Crucible match.His hand seemed to have lightly squeezed her hand absentmindedly when his memory has been refreshed with the scene playing over and over in his mind.


"I sensed that there was something...off. He was of darkness. I believe that he may have been that of a Defender class." he started to explain to her."He had a weapon forged of darkness. I've never seen that type of gun before." he said while he slowly loosened his gentle grip on her hand and let his hands fall to his side."He knew me from somewhere. The way that he was speaking to me. He knew me, yet I can't remember the voice. I can't remember where I might have met this person before." he explained to her with confusion crossing his face."Maybe in the past? Before this life? I...I wouldn't know. I don't have any memories of my past life." he said with a light shrug of his shoulders.He highly doubted that the other Titan mistakened him for someone else. It most definitely didn't feel like that.He took half a step back, but he still kept his eyes on Akari during this conversation."He said things that didn't make much sense to me. Such as..." Roman was starting to tell her, but Athena materialized and hovered over his shoulder to quote exactly what the Defender Titan had told him during that match."You are alive yet again. To take what is mine? Your throne of ivory was not enough?" Athena murmured with her blue optic moving over to Akari for a second or two, before she looked over at Roman. He casted a quick glance over to his Ghost, and had nodded his head once to confirm that was what the Titan had told him.He then looked over to Akari with a small breath of air leaving him. He wished he could remember his past, before he was brought back to life to wield the Light of the Traveler. That thought alone made a light bulb go off in his head."Athena...do you remember the spot where you found me?" he asked curiously with his eyes shifting back to Athena. Athena bobbed his head once in the air, before she responded."Yes, I do. Reason?" she asked him to which he simply turned to face the door that would lead from out of the apartment. That could be a possible lead."I might need those coordinates then." he said softly. "...and a temporary replacement for my helmet. I don't care what color it is." he added.


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The doors of the hospital slid open when the Nightstalker had walked through the doors. With Sasha and Oliver admitted into the hospital, they should be fine in the care of the medical staff. The two Guardians should be back on track once their injuries have been dealt with. The recovery process was swift in comparison to a regular human that suffered the same injuries.Her cloak lightly brushed the floor that she walked on with her gaze set straight ahead. She didn't look to her left or to her right to see the numerous Guardians that were in these plazas whether they were meeting up just before they headed out to a mission, or if they were exchanging whatever they found on the field to the vendors. It was mostly quiet around this time of day. There were only a few other Guardians, and a good number of them were speaking to the bot that was responsible for collecting the bounties that they have fulfilled whether it has been achieved out there by eliminating possible threats out there in the field or testing your skill in the Crucible. Rose lifted her right hand up slightly so that it would be level to her own chest. Her fingers flexed from that of an open hand to that of a fist with a spark of void energy flowing from her fingertips along with what looked like the flicker of a green fire. Green fire. Associated with anything that had to do with the Hive. It was one of the side effects of using that gun earlier. She was a strange thing. A balance of Light and Darkness. It was because of the presence of these two forces that sometimes one or the other would cancel the other out. Sometimes the bow worked and sometimes it did not. She was just lucky that it did when she needed it the most when they needed to pin that Knight down. She lowered her hand to her side, being mindful of her surroundings and taking these pathways that would have the least amount of people around. She realized that there seemed to have been someone that had been following after her. She paused for a moment while she casted a quick glance over her shoulder. Wreav. The Titan that was on her fireteam.


A low breath of air had been exhaled as she allowed for him to catch up to her before she would continue."You didn't have to come." she said lowly while she walked."I would have been fine speaking with them about the details in relation to the mission." she added, but she didn't look over to him during this entire time that they have walked to the Vanguard. She slowed to a halt when they reached the staircase that would lead down to the Hall of Guardians where the Vanguard would be waiting for their return. By the Gods, she hated this. To have to appear before the Vanguard every time she completed a mission. Nevertheless, it was to be done. Without any words to be exchanged, she headed down the flight of stairs with hurried footsteps. She'd rather get this over with so she could enjoy the rest of her day.When she made it to the table where the Vanguard members were located, she slowed to a stop at the end of the table.She cleared her throat slightly, before she had spoken."It has been done.He is slain. No longer shall he be a threat to us." she simply stated to keep the conversation short. She didn't want to ramble on and on about this mission."Sasha and Oliver have encountered some...complications.Currently receiving medical treatment for their wounds. Other than that, I would say that things went well." she added with her eyes sweeping over Cayde, Zavala, and then Ikora. She kept her gaze pinned on Ikora seeing one of the Warlocks that were tending to something turn slightly. One of her Hidden.No doubt. The Warlock turned to look over at her with a suspicious look reflecting in his eyes.There was more to the story, wasn't there? Rose held the gaze of the Warlock, almost like if in a challenge. The Warlock had taken a few steps towards her with his posture tense but she was relaxed. The snake in the grass. Step on the snake that laid in the grass, and you were going to get bit."Ghost." she murmured lowly, and with that single word, her Ghost dropped something on the table. A memento of the slain Knight. A fragment of the axe and a part of the cloth that it wore. Her eyes never did leave the Warlock though which seemed to have been unnerving to Ikora. "Yor." Ikora called out softly which caused for her to break her gaze away from the Warlock."Both of you are free to leave." she concluded with her usual cool and casual voice.

~~


Sable looked over her shoulder with her hand resting lightly on the knob of the door. She simply nodded her head when she heard the 'magic' word, before she pulled the door open and left the room without another word. See, she figured that the first line of work for him to get back on track with becoming a Guardian was some manners. At least he didn't give her some sass with the answer or a scowl with the answer. He was already making some progress. Really all she was waiting for was for the status of being 'Taken' to be gone with the wind. From that point, it would be a bit of an uphill battle. That is where the real work will begin to unravel. She knew that wielding the light was a lot like learning how to ride a bicycle. If you had the concepts down, it was something that you didn't forget over time. Still, there were a few things that he had yet to learn. While she wasn't the best teacher that the Vanguard could have assigned, she would try her best to get him back on track to walking in the path of the Light. As she walked through this section of the hospital, her mind was beginning to unravel. Why did the Vanguard select her out of all people for this type of task? They knew the history between the two, did they not? About the scuffle in the hospital when he tried to break into someone's room while they recovered? She shook her head slightly at the thought, and when she did find a nurse, she pulled her to the side."Hey, excuse me." she started to say to her with a small smile."I do apologize for interrupting. A patient is requesting for some pain medication with a glass of water. I'm not sure if I was supposed to speak with you about such matters, or if I was to speak with another, but I would appreciate if this wish was fulfilled." she explained to the nurse. The nurse simply nodded her head in understanding, before she rounded the corner to go fetch what was needed. Well.That was easy. She turned on her heel to head back into the room that Cecil resided in. She opened the door, and once she slipped inside, she shut the door behind herself. "See? Was that so hard?" she said softly before she had taken her seat once again."She's coming. Give her five minutes." she told Cecil as she stretched her legs out a little.

[Cᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ Sʜᴇᴘᴀʀᴅ]

|| Oh my poor hand Not to mention I have to go back in and put some scuffs on the armor to make it look less plastic and more metal. And ... oh my xD that would be an interesting outlook on one's self... ||

Feron | Human Male | Nightstalker Hunter | Tagged: Nadia/Any | Location: Earth -> The Tower -> The Hanger

His gaze shifted from the ship, to her, a brow arching slightly before he would shrug with a simple smile. "If you wish, I'll work on getting the ship out of Holiday's way, put us in Orbit so you can see the view from my room, but really, It's not your fault." He smirked, stepping out into the hanger and being careful not to so much as even look at any of Holiday's tools. He could feel her hawk like stare burning into his back as she watched from her perch, just waiting for him to slip up so she could swoop down and carry him off. He shuddered for a second, but thankfully a loud sound had erupted from within the hanger, echoing loudly, and making it seem as though he flinched from that. Looking up, he could see that the sound had emanated from his ship, the cargo door falling open heavily and beaconing for them to enter. "Man he's grumpy." He would mutter, allowing her to enter first, then following after. "He'll likely be in the cockpit, just tell him you want to speak, and he'll take you somewhere more privately if you request it." He would say, pressing the button to close the hatch before guiding her along the dimly lit path. there was a hissing sound above them, a sheet of metal sliding back to give them light. A set of stairs for them to move up into the main floor of the ship and out of the cargo hold. There was an unmistakable grin on Feron's features. This ship was his pride and joy, however once his gaze shifted to the cockpit to find Pax, the grin slowly faded, watching as the AI eyed them both, more so Feron.



Carmela | Human Female | Sunbreaker Titan| Tagged: Ileana/Any | Location: Venus -> Patrol

Her head tilted slightly, listening to the chatter of the Dregs as they hid behind their cover. Carefully she would let her autorifle slide behind her back, hands moving to pull a better close range weapon out to play. Immobious. The handle was brought forward with a delightful click as the round was chambered, and she pushed forward. "I wouldn't mind that. Sounds better then the null possibilities in my mind. Spending my life with you, hmm. I'll take it." She grinned, popping around a corner and letting loose a pepper of bullets into the Dreg that crouched in waiting. Good riddance, scum. Visor shifted to the side, watching as the last Dreg rushed her with its blade, a knife.. really? A burst of laughter left her, the sound causing the creature to skid to a halt and try and backpedal, but he was already well within the Titan's range. With a shove of her boot, the creature went flying backwards, over a cliff and into the middle of a cluster of shanks and other Fallen scum.

A few steps were taken toward the edge of the cliff, visor shifting down to where the Dreg had fallen before over to where Ileana stood. "Well I don't know if lower Fallen name themselves, but if I had to guess, the one I just spartan kicked off the cliff looked kinda like a Waldo." She snickered, taking one last glance behind her to insure she'd taken care of the enemies there before moving to scale down the cliff with ease. "Hmm, well. Lets see. That's kinda a tough one. You've asked the majority of the basics, and answered them as well." She felt boots touch to the ground once more and spun around to come face to face with a Vandal. "Hold that thought." She would say, lifting the shotgun and practically knocking the Vandal off its feet with a barrage of rounds. "Right.. where was I? Oh yes. Hmm." She didn't want to dig into anything too personal, not out here, not right now. Brows furrowed behind her visor, ah there we go. "List some likes and dislikes. Actions, items, anything that is significant."



Lucina | Awoken Female | Bladedancer Hunter| Tagged: Šime/Any | Location: Earth -> The Tower

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Wreav | Awoken Male | Striker Titan | Tagged: Rose, Oliver, Sasha/Any | Location: Earth -> The Tower

"Hospitals aren't my thing." He would respond as he caught up to the Nightstalker, his gaze remaining forward. He was trying to decide what to tell the Vanguard about their strike, how she'd used the infamous Thorn to drop the beast. His gaze narrowed for a moment, but he mulled over his thoughts silently as he trailed along. His gaze shifted up as Rose began to speak with the Vanguard, his eyes locking onto Zavala who was watching him with interest. There was a subtle nod given to the Vanguard before his gaze turned to Ikora, who was receiving the report. Silence, his words caught in his throat like a piece of food that was too big to swallow. He huffed slightly, but still could not bring himself to speak. It seemed the Hunter had good reason to use the weapon, with two members wounded and only two left standing to fight an axe wielding maniac? He couldn't. As Ikora dismissed them, he simply bowed his head slightly in respect, turning on his heels to make his way out of the Hall. "Later." He called over his shoulder, much like she had just moments ago. His hand slipped over the side of his belt as he turned his gaze back forward, feeling the blade that did not belong to him. Luca, he'd have to find that crazy Hunter and give it back. See if she was alright. "Ren, dear. Can you give me an estimate on Luca's last known whereabouts? I know she's not in the Hospital anymore, she hates that place as much as I." He would murmur, his head turning to watch as the Ghost appeared at his shoulder.

"Sure zhing, just von moment." The AI would reply, shifting her shell as she scanned through recent mishaps. "Zere was a theft in ze plaza a little over an hour ago. Fruits. At ze time of the alert, an elevator was activated, taking ze occupants to ze top floor. Just a guess, but I'm sure it was her and her friend."

"Well, unfortunately, law prevents us from entering ones property without probable cause. Keep an eye on that elevator, if it moves, I want to know." He watched the Ghost bob slightly and disappear just as he pushed into the Plaza. Huh, might as well take a seat somewhere, he'd have to wait the other out if he wanted his chance of talking with her.

[tesla ezekiel]

-- ugh. my math grades are turning into garbage again and it's really getting to me. probabaly won't post for a while.
by the way, shep, the drawing looks quite nice! I'm jealous >.<
also, kira, I think that seems wise. I might end up quoting my post a few times to keep track of it.

cecil -- taken hunter
as he waited for sable to come back, cecil went back to staring at the ceciling and rethinking just about everything that had ever happened to him. his aching head was really getting to him, and was consistently getting worse. the hunter looked down at his legs again, only to see that the taken black-and-white he had grown so used to was fading away. the hunter sat up with a jolt, wanting to yell. he barely noticed sable walk in, and jumped as she spoke. "okay..." he spoke in a mutter, barely audible to the other person in the room. he was staring intently at his legs, and then he lifted his hands up to examine those, too. his lips slowly formed a smile, and then he started to laugh again. his hands fell at his sides, and his laugh rung in the air.

quinn -- taken / voidwalker warlock
as wolf started to eat, so did quinn. she saw her face after she took a bite and it was actually priceless. he had to hold back a laugh, mostly because he was still eating, and it was extremely hard. he knew she would like this place, and had no doubts about it. he loved the food here, and had forgotten the beauty of this diner. as he swallowed the food, he nodded at wolf's comment. "I can see it on your face. we should come here together again." the blush that was on his cheeks had faded quite a bit before he spoke, and it sommoned itself again.

oliver -- stormcaller warlock
the ingured stormcaller awoke in the hospital bed at least thirty minutes after he was laid there. he had IVs and machines on him, and oliver couldn't help but feel mildly uncomfortable about the whole thing. hospitals really weren't his favorite places to be, especially when he was the one laying on the bed. he wondered where the others were, especially Sasha. she must have been getting her fun ingury getting taken care of as well. frowning lightly, Oliver looked away from the screens on the walls next to him and up at the ceiling. he would be out of here in no time, right?

[A.Kira-]

((I'm so jealous, that looks fantastic. Sorry about the hand ))

Ileana~
She felt a soft hum in her chest, laughter behind closed lips. Carmela had taken it. As the dreg fell off the cliff Ileana shook her head, planting a hand on her hip. "He was close enough, I guess." she shrugged. She let Carmela get in on the fun first, watching patiently. It didn't take the patience long to snap like a twig and she would join in, plucking a shank out of the air like it was nothing. Because it was. Shank hunting was almost a guilty thing, the machines stood no chance. "Likes and dislikes, huh? Easier than it sounds." An arm would lift up, blocking a melee assault from a Vandal. "I'd say I like... hm." her lips pursed in an annoyed fashion as she finished off the Fallen. Her tactical awareness must have slipped a bit because she felt a solid hit against her left shoulder blade. "Dislike," She growled, spinning around. her gun collided with a dreg's face, knocking it back. "Fallen." she tossed a grenade at it, restraining her anger to pummel it. "Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," Solar fire erupted around her from the grenade but she didn't care enough to move out of the way. Didn't hurt her anyway. "I dislike many things. On a more diplomatic level, I dislike poor leadership, false hope, religion and faith, heroes, all those warm and fuzzy things that make a pretty inspirational speech. On a personal level I dislike lack of organization, neon colors, the smell of eggplant being cooked, the texture of anything slimy or rough and grapefruit." She shouldered her gun in irritation. Now she'd have a bruise on the front of her right shoulder and the back of her left shoulder. Matching bruises was exactly what she had been missing in her life when she woke up that morning.

"My list of likes is short and harder to bring to mind. In fact, I'm kind of blanking. I consider most everything at least a moderate irritation. But, as stated, I like royal purple and chocolate. And cheeseburgers." She shrugged, considering things she liked. "I like fire, the smell of chlorine, the sound of whispering, and very particular kinds of music. Of course most of the things I like revolve around a memory of before life got crazy. I hopelessly romanticize the Dark Age, I guess." she waved a hand slightly, shaking her head at herself. "I'm not sure that answers your question." She sighed. "If not, ask again. If it did, your turn."

Akari~
Her eyebrow lifted at that word. Thanatos. Greek? Sounded Greek. Figured it would mean death, of all things. A bit like bad foreshadowing. She hoped they were on the winning side of that. She didn't want to see Roman get hurt again. Crazy ran in families like wildfire and just like Ileana it burned within Akari's skin, threatening to rip her apart at the seams if she lost control. She stayed focused, making more mental notes. Defender class, unknown weapon forged from the dark, and Roman knew him at some point - wait, what? As she was trying to digest the odd comment that the other Titan had made she started to realize what he was planning on doing. He better not think that she was going to let him do all of this alone, he had just agreed to the deal. She started absently flexing her left hand in thought, a faint clicking noise coming from it. "Alright, so you're going to back to where you were resurrected the first time. Now or later? I just need to know if I should have ghost get my armor because, like you just agreed, you're not going alone. Of course I'm going to be a little overprotective and say you're not going anywhere alone at all for a while. And when I say alone I mean without me. I don't have a lot of faith in other guardians so if this guy shows up for a round two I'd like to be there. No matter what that means. Head injury is almost healed up anyway so don't worry about that. I'll do a backflip to prove it." she smiled slightly. "And, if you wanted to leave the tower without anybody knowing or asking questions, you know to keep the Vanguard off your back, I have a way."

Waning Star, a secret she'd kept from him, sat outside the city walls waiting to be called upon. All she need do was ask her ghost, who had already appeared next to her in preparation to swap from her civilian clothes to her armor. She was apprehensive about this but knew that if she ever wanted to find who had hurt Roman she needed Roman to be there. If this guy wanted Roman dead he wouldn't be happy that Roman was still alive. Especially if Roman ended up on his tail. Nobody liked getting caught.

[XxBarricadeXx]

Nikki looked up at him, and smiled. He was right. They should come here together again. She would love too. She smiled when she saw the blush on her cheeks. The hunter blushed again as the red was visible on her cheeks. " Yes. I can pay the next time. " She said. Again, she thought it was fair if she did.

Sasha was getting her wound treated too. She clenched her teeth as it hurt more to treat it. They poured this liquid on her wound which help it kill any bacteria. It bubbled which ment it was working. The bad thing was that it stung like crazy. Still, the hunter showed a little pain as they treated it. Once they had cleaned it up, they placed a bandage in it to protect it. The hunter did have to take it easy since it was a wound. She then got up, and went to check on Oliver. She still was worried about the Warlock, but had a feeling he would be fine. She decided to go check on him. She just hoped the nurses wouldn't mind at all. There was nothing wrong visiting him anyways.

She entered the Warlock's room to find him awake. She smiled as she saw he was indeed OK. " Oliver, I was worried about you. How are you feeling? " She asked.

[Cᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ Sʜᴇᴘᴀʀᴅ]

|| Thanks guys ;; once I get some art muse back I might sketch up a few busts, or something for characters like Idio is doing. BUT I don't do faces, so.. helmets. yup. And I wont take requests on who to do. I'll draw who I want, or feel the most muse for. Not tryin' be rude but my muse works weird, if I don't have a feel for the drawing it'll never get done. ||

Carmela | Human Female | Sunbreaker Titan| Tagged: Ileana/Any | Location: Venus -> Patrol

Carmela had moved further into the clearing, using the butt of the shotgun to smash a shank out of the air as it hovered too close to her face for comfort. As it's internal mechanics screamed against metal, it skittered to the ground until it overheated with a small and harmless explosion. Pesky little things, reminded her of mosquitoes. She kept focused on putting down the Fallen, her visor occasionally shifting to Ileana before she went back to work. Quite interesting to hear the some of the things that went on in her mind, some of them she could relate to, others she could not.

When Ileana had finally finished, Mel was standing with a foot pressed to a squirming Dreg's throat. Its hands helplessly clawed at her legs, failing to do anything but wear its fingers against the metal plating. Stupid thing it was. Her visor shifted up slightly, watching Ileana as she mentioned that it was her turn. "Alright, lets see. Likes.. wow you weren't kidding this is kinda difficult." She chuckled, applying pressure with her foot as the Dreg violently tried to twist away. "I like the battlefield, the smell of gunpowder and oil. I like to tinker with things in my spare time, small mechanic things. Almost had one of those old age cars running once. Needless to day jet fuel plus gasoline engine.. not a good idea. This however, was a success." She grinned, holding her hand out for an old militarized handcannon to be dropped into her palm. Without a second thought the hammer was pulled back and the round was sent into the Dregs face. Calmly she stepped away from the corpse, moving to lean against a rock as she went on, letting Rila pull the weapon back into her inventory. "Heat, I like heat, be it fire, or under a blanket. I'd run for miles on Mars just to get a good sweat. I like a lot of things to be honest. I won't bore you with them all."

Her visor shifted to Ileana for a final time, remaining there. "Dislikes? I don't like being afraid, I don't like hurting or losing people. I hate the cold, but I mentioned that already." She tapped the side of her shotgun with her fingers as she thought. "As much as I hate the enemies us Guardians face, I cant fully say that, because it's always fun to put a bullet in them. Love hate relation that one." She shrugged, "I hate girly stuff, the preppy sneers and frilly outfits you see half the civilians wear when you're out in the city. Cant stand that crap." She shrugged a final time. "That's all I got to be honest. Unless you wanted to ask anything more? Also, We've pretty much summed up the bounty on the Fallen, not that there are many left to deal with anyways. I say we move into Vex territory."

[A.Kira-]

((It's not rude not to take requests. Your muse is your muse, and you're not required to draw anybodies character! do your do. Requests can be pesky anyway. No matter who you get the request from, even though it's a request and you're not getting paid, that person never seems to have the patience to wait for you to get done.))

Ileana~
"Interesting," she said quietly, watching Carmela. She was definitely a soldier of the light, no questions asked. She didn't have an issue with personifying her enemy in any way. "Vex territory it is." She nodded in agreement, turning to leave the ember caves behind. "I'm not sure I have anymore more questions at the moment. Maybe more later. Isn't much you can talk about on the feild. Never know who or what is listening, hm?" Sure. She had more questions for Carmela. But they were best saved for later. When she saw the way Carmela pit down that dreg it made her blood boil. Not because it was a dreg. Only how. She reminded herself there was nothing wrong with it, that what Ileana had done was all much worse than Carmela taking out a dreg. What made the important difference was what was under the boot. Friend or foe. That was where Ileana crossed the line.

"So, are we killing and salvaging or just killing? I don't personally need any salvage from the vex at the moment so anything we pull will be yours or the Vanguards." She groaned. "I just realized... I work for the Vanguard now, don't I? Oh, this sucks. I'm going to miss being my own boss." She had sworn to never work for the Vanguard. What bit she had done with Carmela on bounties and such in the past was to save face. The Vanguard knew Ileana existed but didn't ever think she had ill intent with the exception of Cayde-6. That hunter had never trusted her. Never would, either.

[Cᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ Sʜᴇᴘᴀʀᴅ]

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Carmela | Human Female | Sunbreaker Titan| Tagged: Ileana/Any | Location: Venus -> Patrol

Using her shoulder, she pushed away from the rocks, moving to fall into step with Ileana as they made way for the Citadel. She merely nodded when Ileana mentioned she didn't have further questions, her visor straight ahead as she strapped the Shotgun back to her back, and retrieved her auto rifle. "Quite true. I wouldn't want some Fallen trying to serenade me with some of the things I've said." She chuckled lightly, eyes shifting to the side as they passed a few caves. "Might as well just clean up the area a bit. I'd rather not stuff my ship too full of junk at the moment. Plus we can always salvage in easier areas on Earth if needed." She paused for a moment, before chuckling softly. "Its not as bad as it seems. If you stick to good terms with them, they mostly leave you alone, however don't catch their eye too much. Zavala will not get off me about the PTSD crap, keeps trying to make sure I'm doing scouting missions rather then out in the thick of it where I belong." Her head shook slowly.

[A.Kira-]

Ileana~
"Well maybe I'll have to- nothing, nevermind." She growled, catching herself. She'd had her fill of Zavala and wanted nothing more than to- bake him dang cookies. "Guardians have the right to make their own decisions. If we make the wrong decision and get ourselves killed it's our own fault. Survival of the fittest until only the elite stand before the darkness, hardened by lose. It's not the number of guardians that matters against the darkness but the quality. I think you're smart enough to know your limits. He should lay off or- I'll do absolutely nothing." She gritted her teeth. The things she would do to shut that awoken titan up if she could.

"If you ever want a way out of the tower under the radar let me know. We'll go on some real missions." She rolled her shoulders against the sting of bruises. She wasn't a huge fan of bounties but understood their necessity. "I have worked under the Vanguards noses for many years. If anything my sudden involvement will be suspicious. I'll have to operate under the radar off and on, slowly ease in. Or come up with a pretty lie." She tested the final sentence, pushing the line that had been set for her. She'd continue to push it until she found out where Carmela had layed it.