#betterleftdead

Ricochet slid himself up to the woman, tall and stone-faced against his form. Even though he knew this probably wouldn’t go well for him, he still swallowed his own better judgement and spoke to her. He had a thing for women who looked like they could kill him, and on top of it -- awoken? Come on.

👻 : seeing your muse scared 

Their actual priority hadn’t been anything of huge value -- picking up patrol beacons in territory that used to be littered with those damn Fallen. If there was one thing that the two women had in common, it was the fact that they shared a mutual absolute-and-total-disgust for those bugs.

And, yet, as the day went on, there was no sign of them. Kind of disappointing, considering that Diah was actually hoping for a little bit of a scuffle. The big ones could be trouble, but the little dregs and vandals? A piece of cake and a fun target -- chasing them around and hearing them screech could make an entire afternoon. But there seemed to be none, and the two Guardians had decided to take a rest.

Helmets off, Diah was guzzling some water while Savri made a sharp, passing comment about this being a waste of time. When she’d swallowed her last gulp, the titan laughed, about to reply when a shot rang out -- but she barely processed it, because the keenly-aimed wire rifle shot to her bare head downed her instantly.

The ambush came after that, while Diah’s ghost scrambled to revive her, the rest of the group moved in. A large band of Fallen, wearing freshly-died purple banners and led by an enormously sized Captain.

A few long moments passed before Percy was able to put his guardian back together, but nearly as soon as she was alive again, Diah’s feet hit the ground and she let out a loud yell of glee. True to her attitude, dying had long sense stopped bothering her -- ready to go as soon as she could get back into the fray.

A booming laugh came from behind her newly-replaced helmet, an enormous fiery hammer appearing in both of her hands. She’d gotten to the point where her abilities were easy to control now, at least, as long as she was careful. A few dregs rushed her blindly, but with a few quick swipes of the lightborn weapon, they were no more.

Behind her, she heard familiar gunshots, and she figured that Savri was handling herself. That was, until a blood-curdling scream came to her ears. A chill went through her body upon hearing it, form whipping towards the source, golden eyes widened behind a visor.

It wasn’t a funny “haha, Savri is scared” kind of scream. It was a legitimate, primal, terrified sound.

Quickly, Diah moved towards it, taking care of any of the smaller Fallen that rushed her on the way, tunnel vision in motion. It wasn’t hard to find where the scream had originated from, quickly coming upon the scene -- Savri, on the ground, cornered against a rocky wall. She was crumpled over in pain, clutching her side, while the Captain that led the group loomed over her.

But the thing that Diah focused on the most, even from the short distance away. As the Captain threw his arms up, speaking in rough, bitter words, Savri’s eyes were full of legitimate terror, focused on the captain and not moving. Something absolutely defensive stirred up inside of Diah’s chest.

She tried to crawl away, but the Captain lunged forward, grabbing the woman by her cloak and tugging her up off the ground. As Savri came back to life, desperately trying to kick at the fallen’s hard plates, Diah sprung forward -- a few quick steps that turned into a run.

“ Hey, ugly! ” She boomed, right before she smashed into him directly, shoulder-first and hot with solar energy. His grip slipped, releasing Savri back to the ground as he was sent stumbling back, losing his balance completely and falling onto the ground.

The tables had turned quickly as the bug tried to scurry forward and escape. But there was little place for him to go, and Diah practically had him cornered without trying. Angry huffs of breath came from her mouth as she held out her hands, summoning her hammer of sol again -- much sooner than she probably should, but she didn’t care -- and raised brought it down on the Captain’s head. Over, and over, and over, until the giant alien beast had long stopped thrashing.

If there were any other Fallen there, they quickly scattered the moment that they saw their leader’s head being beat in. Diah’s gaze remained on the beast for a moment longer, making sure it was really dead despite the blood gushing onto the ground.

And, then, she finally turned around, eyes searching for Savri -- who leaned against the rock wall now. Crossing the distance with a few jogged steps, she came to stand right in front of her. Despite the small stain of blood on the side of her armor, Savri didn’t seem to be in that bad of shape, and a strange prickle of relief came into Diah’s stomach as she offered a hand to help the other woman up.

👑 What does being a Guardian mean to you?

Andreas' eyebrows arch, gaze averted. It's a harder question for him to answer. He tries not to think about it too much, how he isn't the model Guardian. How he's glad he's never heard the Traveler speak. How he probably wouldn't want to know what it thinks about him. "Being a Guardian is..."

Just about everything that could go wrong, had. What could have been an easy mission was messed up by the simple fact the two awoken on the team just weren't in sync. At all. Practically tripping over each other to the point that one missed sniper shot had alerted the target and allowed it to get away.

Diego was already pissed, but when he heard the words spoken to him, it flared even more. Whipping around, he rolled up on the balls of his feet to try and get as close to eye-level with her as he could.Not that he really came close to her face -- but it made him feel bigger, at least.

◌ Mother/Father

“My mother instilled thoughts of greatness into my mind at a young age. I never doubted I would be a Kell one day, not even once. Once I left the whelps’ den and became a dreg, I never saw her again.

And my father, former Devils Kell, Solkis. He was what you’d expect of a Kell. Thirsty for Light and power hungry. Killed many Guardians, until one killed him.

being caught in the middle of a storm together

There were a lot of things Praedyth wasn’t allowed to do when he returned --sneaking out of the Tower without another Guardian was one of them.Being confined to his old ( but new, it’s changed, moved on without him ) homeeventually got boring, the Archives were too quiet, the Cryptarchs too loud,Future War Cult simply wasn’t something he associated himself with anymore,he himself full of so many secrets enough to put Lakshmi-2 to shame and then some.

No, he needed to get out, beyond the Walls, see even a small bit of the world again,past the steel and the concrete and the lingering remains of his people.That had lasted about the good part of a half-hour before the weather ultimatelydecided to turn sour and he was soaked through his robes by the time he reachedthe nearest shelter, not surprised to find it already occupied.

A Hunter ---- one he’s scarcely seen around the Tower but around nonetheless.Her attitude and overall air about her lithe form was nothing short of somethingPraedyth silently filed under ‘ do not piss off ’, even as he drifted across the concreteroom and towards the window, watching as the rain pounded against the glass.It wasn’t the nice kind of rain -- not the drizzle, or the light pour.No, this was a heavy downpour that melted the very snow and dug up the dirt and mudand drummed on with the thunder above.

But it’s the silence he heard the most.Not the painful silence filled with his not-breathing in a white timeless room.Not the melancholic silence that filled the Vault as his existence disappeared.No, it’s a loud kind of silence ---- a loud conversation though Praedyth would claimthat it’s one-sided, the way that the Hunter would look at him. Sometimes, they’dmake eye contact, just a brief stare, an exchange so quick neither read the wordsthe other had put in there.

Praedyth felt she was judgmental. Impatient and perhaps didn’t like him.No, she seemed like all she wanted to do was get out but the rain was heavyand thick that maybe even using the TRANSMAT system would be ineffective.All he knows is that he won’t be walking back.The silence -- as loud as it is -- leaves too much room to think.He’s tired of thinking, that’s all he did for centuries. Think and watch.

He shifts, one corner of his mouth tilting upward slightly, arms crossing,ignoring the way the droplets fell down his hair and face.

         [ ‘ You probably couldn’t ( you can’t someone tried, you won’t but you also              will because you simply don’t listen ) get a TRANSMAT through this or              even dream of using your Sparrow in this weather. I recommend doing              neither. ’ ]