it's me. hi

me: writes mechanics for destiny ttrpg instead

- xoxo aerista

Crow and Glint spent the next few days piecemealing data out of the bug and Sarreah’s file while following Osiris’s “suggestion” and continuing his duties. He had made no attempt to go above and beyond the call of duty at this time, mostly because the “call of duty” being busywork and lengthy fights posed as meetings was hardly what called his attention. 

- xo Aerista

- xo Aerista

regardless, i hope the staff end up okay and in the best spaces they can. let your creative arms fly, friends.

"H..how the hell did you...how are you alive? What are you doing here? Where's York?" There were a million questions CT wanted to ask the glowing AI. And no matter how happy she was about seeing a familiar face in this middle-of-nowhere civilization, her heart was in pain when she thought of about how he could have ended up there.

Crow was flat on a nearby roof, watching for the door. He couldn’t hear anything, but whoever he was, she knew him and they were close. It felt a bit wrong to just watch and wait for her. After all, she could just live there. Her own little hideout. A secret second life. Or, it could be a warehouse or transport for Guardians or something that would give him a lead on how to approach this and give Zavala something to work with. And put him back on the case. 

If there was one thing Connecticut was going to swear off at the end of this, it would probably be going to any beach ever again.