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all he wants to do is bury himself in some work, keep himself distracted so he doesnāt drift off into that strange trance of his where he simply stops. itās going well -- after all, not many people come into the bigger study and heās actually getting work done. at least, until he...steps into something weird. steps,Ā being the unusual keyword. he just wants a data-scroll, damn it.
a cold spot smack in the middle of the study room. a chill that spreads throughout his body, a chill so vastly different from the void he isnāt sure what to make of it. itās gone as fast as he walks but he takes pause -- this isnāt coming from the mountain, the naturalĀ cold of it does not bother him in the slightestĀ -- and he turns back, facing where he presumes the spot to be. and sticks his arm out into it.
there it is again. interesting. maybe he should write this down.
. concerning the iron lords / wolves + praedyth
in the event that the iron lords and wolves survived the SIVA crisis and still live within the iron temple of felwinter peak, praedyth will be unable to acknowledge them.
among the timestreams of the vex, the death of the lords and wolves is a fixed point in time -- no matter the situation, no matter the caution taken, they would all perish at the hands of SIVA. due to bypassing this fixed point, praedythās paradox (Ā inadvertently meaning praedyth himselfĀ ) does not acknowledge the living iron lords and wolves as living. this means that praedyth cannot see them save for lord saladin and lady efrideet.
lest they are to be in contact with an organic that is purposefully living, they will remain invisible to praedyth yet they can still see him. both parties cannot come into physical contact with each other, instead phasing through the other and causing chills to run through them both -- an unpleasant experience, one that also confuses praedyth whenever it happens until he discovers exactly why it happens.
the presence of the iron lords / wolves is a partial reason of praedythās residence on felwinter peak. he actively searches for a way to create a timeline fromĀ āscratchā to have them be a part of in order to prevent the iron lords from fading into nothingness and suffering the same fate he had in the vault of glass because he highly doubts that they will not be able to escape as he had.
. current residence
praedyth currently lingers around felwinter peak in the iron temple with lord saladin and the new generation of iron lords. he offered his services in that he assists in planning strikes against siva and other related forces by using hisĀ āprecognitiveā abilities to come up with possibilities of future assaults and helping everyone plan accordingly without worrying them about the little details that come with time being something to keep a watchful eye on.
he specifically takes up residence in the old studies, looking over old research and texts from bygone times, cross-referencing to his journal and memories to find any other leads that he seems to only understand. if asked about his research, heāll simply wave off the asker without a second thought as to who it may be.
he also gets irritated when guardians think he is a cryptarch and will throw any engrams offered to him out the windows. no really. he will throw engrams off the side of the mountain. have fun getting them back

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. the well-being of praedyth
itās been a little over a year since praedythās escape from the vault of glass and his paradox. he has been recovering at a very moderate pace though still retains a personality of timidness and unsureness around strangers. he seems to have also retained some of his sarcasm and sass, this usually only comes into play when someone disturbs him from, what he deems, extremely important work or when he is in deep thought / meditation.
he has taken up a habit of receding daily from social interaction -- a key component to his recovery as it allows him to relax, remember, and reorganize his thoughts and reassert his mind and light from the paradox that tempts him back. being allowed to meditate in this fashion, praedyth may then provide assistance to those he deems necessary and in need of his visions and memories. he keeps his glass journal on hand but finds that sometimes itās better to have himself temporarily disassociate from the world.
overall, he remains a quiet and reserved individual but now presents a willingness to interact with fellow guardians so long as they donāt initially...scare him away.
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ā that... doesnāt ( didnāt, wonāt, hadnāt ) make any sense... ā he remarks slowly as though testing the ice. theĀ newer,Ā youngerĀ guardians, theyāre so vastly different, so much more carefree, praedyth canāt help but be wary of their volatile personalities.
he has met most of the unkind rather than the opposite and so he treads carefully now, keeping his words in check, watching for so much as a quirkĀ of the otherās brow. he continues, however, elaborating hesitantly,Ā ā the crucible having regulations. itās an oxymoron. ( donāt be stupid, the crucibleās always had them, will have them, had had wait what )Ā ā
"Hey, do you want to join my army of Taken?" Yep, he's still walking around dressed as Oryx- the sword is very real no one tell Shaxx. It looks like he has also recruited a few desolate guardians to follow him around the Tower.
as much as praedyth is aware that that is most likely not the real oryx, the sword alone already intimidates him further into the corner heās burrowed himself in. he casts an uneasy glance at theĀ ātakenā guardians next to him before looking back at the costumed giant and timidly shaking his head, followed by a very very quiet,Ā ā no, thank you. āĀ
he would much prefer eating his candy in peace but the offer is ( somewhat ) appreciated.
they're gonna reach out and try to 'hug' him, don't worry, it's 100% safe.
absolutely not, he is going to back as far away from them as he can.
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the worlds will spin Ā Ā Ā the stars will die Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā but here, i will stay Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā there will be no one but i
The Titan perks up when heās given theĀ āo.k.ā to hug Praedyth. A soft hum vibrates in Saintās vocalizre as he reaches out and gingerly wraps his arms around the smaller form.Ā āYou looked lonely.ā When he takes a step back and releases Praedyth, Saintās optics flick down to the flowers.Ā āThose are pretty, what are you doing with them?ā
Well, he wasnāt wrong -- Praedyth doesnāt vocalize it though, just a flicker of a smile crossing over his face for the briefest of seconds at the gesture. It was probably one of the nicest things anyone had done since heād gotten back. His eyes follow the gaze back down to the circle of flowers and he absentmindedly finishes it with a simple knot, saying quietly,
[Ā ā Making crowns. Keeps my mind off...things...Ā ā ]
Heās quiet for a moment before reaching up -- the colors match the Exo, the white would bring out a lot of his color -- and he stands back, an arm tentatively reaching out to adjust the crown heād put on the Titan before pulling away timidly.
Saint's been curiously watching the other, and after a few long moments he's decided on some course of action. The Exo's optics brighten a little as he reaches out and taps the smaller's shoulder. "Would you like a hug?"
Praedyth instinctively tries to shrink in on himself when he hears the voice behind him and it takes several moments for him to register the question before he turns to face the Exo, confused at the rather innocent gesture. He nervously looks down at the flowers heās got, however, before giving a small nod. It sounds nice, he decides to himself.
She'd bought the flowers down in the city, planning to use them to brighten up her quarters. But on her way through the Tower she saw Praedyth sitting in the archives, reading something. An idea forming in her head, she smiled and went to sit next to him. Wordlessly she ran her fingers through his hair and started to braid it, weaving the flowers in as she went along.
The Warlock moved slightly when he felt fingers carding through his hair and he lookedup curiously ā- partly cautious ā- and was pleased to find Laine next to him, a largebouquet of flowers accompanying her.Ā
A quiet comfortable sound ( dare he say, itĀ rather sounded like a purr ) rumbled at theback of his throat and he shifted a little more,Ā getting comfortable, as a small smile graced his features, enjoying the gentleness asĀ the other Warlock weaved and braided the flowersinto his hair, lulled just slightlyĀ by the way she ran her hands through.
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ā GENERAL INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Praedyth Ultio NICKNAME(S): Prae AGE:Ā N/A ( looks around mid-late twenties ) DATE OF BIRTH: N/A NATIONALITY: Italian/Gascon descent OCCUPATION:Ā Warlock RELIGION: Paganism SEXUALITY: Demisexual
ā APPEARANCEĀ Ā
FACE CLAIM: Luke Pasqualino HEIGHT: 6ā²2ā³ WEIGHT: 165 lbs HAIR COLOUR: Dark brown EYE COLOUR: Purple/Blue DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Eyes, skin
ā BACKGROUNDĀ Ā
HOMETOWN: N/A CURRENT RESIDENCE: Tower, The Last City, Earth FINANCIAL STATUS: Average EDUCATION LEVEL: 9.5/10 FATHER(s): Deceased MOTHER: N/A SIBLINGS: Deceased EXTENDED FAMILY: Unknown, presumed to currently live in the Last City or remains of New Zealand island.

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in return, ( now that she feels 'slightly' better ) - gold attempted to make a flower crown. not the best around, but it stayed all in tact in the end. success, right? vibrant purple, red, and white flowers ( ones she can get hands on, really. ) and gently places it on top of his head.
His hands reach up slowly when he feels a light weight on his head, carefully circlingthe precarious arrangement of flowers, a small smile forming, before he turns to addressthe Hunter that had presented the pretty little gift.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā [Ā ā Thank you, itās lovely. ā ]
Oh- oh no, he's made the lil' guy cry. Uh, what do. Maine kneels down and pulls his helmet off, a slight look of concern. "Uh I- sorry I scared you. People don't usually react like that when I do that." Yeah, it was usually curses, or, in a certain Hunter's case, jumping really really high like a cat into a tree..
Heās practically scrubbing at his eyes now, taking a deep shaky breath in before sighing,one hand reaching for his sniper rifle as he looks at the bulky armored man, managingto mutter out,
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā [Ā ā Itās fine-- People donāt usually even come near me. ā ]
His reaction was probably a good example why but at that point, it didnāt matter, all hereally wanted to do was stop crying and get as far away from this man and his loud anticsas he physically could but that first part wasnāt working very well.