#;blaise

“As much time as I’ve spent here, it’s never felt like my home. You know?

Leaving is his top priority. Laying low in his room in the Tower for a few days, he's finally ready to make the move and get out of there. Doesn't know where he’s going yet, but he'll decide that once he reaches his ship. He doesn't take much of anything, as keeps most of his necessities on his ship already. Sneaking out, he tries to stay as unnoticeable as possible as he leaves his room, not wanting to draw even an ouce of attention to himself after his encounter with Diah. He's sure that she's already told her group of friends, and he doesn't want to take the chance of anyone finding him.

Blaise makes it to the common area before the dread starts seeping into his chest, an all too familiar Titan standing there, almost as if he's waiting. In fact, he probably is waiting. For him. There's not doubt that Diah has told him of all people, the two being pretty close for as long as he's known the both of them. His heart sinks. Of course this couldn't have been easy, the time he finally decides to leave the Tower, he has to run into him. Prestigious.

He tries to sneak past him, but the Titan is all too ready. He doesn't even look surprised even though there wasn't any way he could have known about his plans for getting off the planet. "Look who it is. Someone finally decided to show his pretty little feathered helmet in public again." Prestigious is already cracking his knuckles, stepping in front of Blaise so he can't go any further past him. "Where you going? Not your ship I hope."

"Well, actually I was--" But he's cut off.

"Because last time I saw it, looked like it needed a few repairs." The Titan laughs, and Blaise takes a few steps back. "That ship isn't leaving the Tower anytime soon."

The Warlock glances around, the fear clouding his mind. He can't attack Prestigious, even though that's probably what the Titan is going to do to him. Prestigious never cared much about the opinion of others, so causing a scene wouldn’t be a big deal to him probably. "Wait, l-look, Prestigious. What happened with Diah, really it was an accident." The Titan doesn't back down, continuously taking steps forwards as Blaise takes a few steps back.

"Accident, huh?" Prestigious laughs, flicking his wrist, arc energy cracking and sizzling around his fist. "If we're talking about accidents, I may accidentally break your face here in a second."

Blaise raises two shaking hands out in front of himself, continuing to step backwards until--

🔘 What is your opinion of the Traveler? The Speaker?

“The Traveler? Well, it’s...” He trails off, not really sure how to finish that sentence. He’s heard stories about it, but he’s never seen it actually doing anything. “It doesn’t really do much.”

🔫 Can your fellow guardians trust you completely?

Blaise stares ahead blankly for what feels like an eternity, the question running back and forth inside his mind a few times. Finally he tilts his head, facial expressions being almost impossible for an exo, but it almost resembles a smile. “Absolutely.” He says. He lies.

💤 Where you afraid when you were first resurrected?

“Oh yes, definitely.” Blaise laughs, small and quiet. “Very afraid. The things my Ghost told me.. I’d been dead for years? It was a lot to take in.