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Continued from X @calebron
The man scanned over Caleb once more, those emerald green eyes lingering on the rocker with a playful glint in his eyes as he said. "Oooh really now? Waiting for lil ol meeee?" He hooked a arm across Caleb's shoulders and gave him a playful hug, shaking him a little as he said. "Well I may just have to change my plans for the night then! I usually just...get shit face drunk cuz, fuck this holiday butttt.....always enjoy your company darlin."
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"Not dying when I should of."
Iron Rage
The Titanâs whole body ached, the wounds given to him by the unending hoard of hive thrall was doing a number on him, he could feel blood trickling from the claw wound he had gotten by one of the throngs of Thralls that had been chittering and screeching for his blood. He had delved too far into the depths of the moon and stirred up a large mass of Hive, he wasnât new to fighting these vile creatures. He had spent much of his second life killing them in the hundreds and then some. A personal vendetta that was born of the loss of his first fireteam a few years prior, something that haunted his dreams that would wake him in the middle of the night and drove him to acts of extreme savagery to hunt the ones responsible for it.
It was a act that consumed his every waking hour, every minute every second of the day he had spent hunting and killing and tearing a path across the moon hunting for the wizards that had been responsible for the torture and murder of his fireteam. It had brought him to the darkest depths of his soul and would have turned him into a man he never thought he could ever become. But he found a calling that in no small part saved him from the depths of darkness, raised him up and allowed him to believe in himself more than he ever had.
Becoming an Iron Wolf was something he never thought heâd achieve let alone help avenge the previous Iron Lords. He didnât just stand as a titan against the hoards that were there to devour his light, he was a Iron wolf, a warrior of the light and He would be damned if he died on the moon, least of all by the hive. He had what was left of the exotic sword that was forged for him in his induction into the Iron Wolves. The upper tip of the blade, enough to where he could use it as a crude combat knife of sorts.
His right eye was exposed from under his insurmountable skull fort helmet, the display flickered as arc energy flowed from his eye which held a look that could only be called bound and determined, the disdain for the hive evident in that emerald green eye of his. He knew there was an enemy just behind him he spun and brought the knife to bear, jamming it up into the thralls mouth with a sickening crunch, the brutality didnât stop there, he turned to the second one closing in and didnât even bother to pull the knife free.
He reared back and took a tip out of Saint-14s play book and jerked performing a powerful headbut that caved the Thralls skull in visibly, it crumpled in a heap before him in a pile of dust. He jerked the knife free from the first Thrall as he turned to face whatever else was coming towards him, that sharp look still in his right eye, arc energy flowing from it and he spoke with a commanding tone. âI am Iron!â He slammed his empty fist against his chest plate, arc jumping off of his fist in a flash and then he said. âI am your Doom!â His voice boomed with rage, with pride with a sense of self that he had never felt till he had become an Iron Lord.
It was what he was born for, what he was reborn for and he would fight with everything he had left in him. âI AM AN IRON WARRIOR MADE FOR THE END OF TIME AND I WILL NOT DIE HERE!â He didnât have much left in him, his light was slowly running dry but his will,he was reforged as a Iron Lord and these monsters would have to do much more to break him, when the ammo runs dry and your light fades all you have left is your will, and his was made of Iron and it will not be broken this day.
It was just supposed to be another patrol on the moon, nothing crazy nothing that would be do or die. Or at least thatâs what he was told by the Commander, but what youâre told and what actually happens are usually two different things in his experience. The Titan was a new age Iron Lord, better known as an Iron Wolf. He was wearing a scarred up Insurmountable skullfort, the lights flickering in and out in a slow pulsing pattern. Along with A pair of Iron Turage gauntlets, Binary phoenix chest piece and Ancient apocalypse boots along with a Binary phoenix mark as well. The whole look was held together with a matching color pattern of Gambit Jadestone, the Iron banner armor had a nice subtle bronze inlay to it, giving it a little extra something that made it pop out some. . He was in a relaxed position in his ship's cockpit, slowly swaying back and forth seemingly waiting for someone to show up. He sighed as his ghost appeared just over his shoulder, Dutch it was called as it said. âSheâll be here Cale you seem impatient for someone whoâs got his fair share of nightmares on the moon.â The human titan didnât glance over at his ghost as he keyed his ship's computer up and flipped over to the comms tab and said. âHey just because I got skeletons in the closet so to speak here doesnât mean Iâm gonna cower and avoid the place.â To say he had nightmares on the moon would be putting it lightly, Eris wasnât the only one to have lost a fireteam on that hallowed out hell hole. He pinged the contact number he had been given for this hunter named Fable, a little bit of digging on her didnât really produce much for him in the way of information besides a lil bit here and there. One she had him beat big time on experience and age, as relative as age was to a guardian was. He knew if Cayde was still alive heâd of just asked the Hunter vanguard about her that way, but things were never that easy for the Iron Lord. He typed away at the comm display and hit enter, sending a message that read. <âHey hunter where you at? Iâm in orbit waiting for you, weâre just doing some patrols clearing the surface of any targets and helping out Eris as she needs. You ainât getting cold feet on me now are you? ;Pâ> He did his best to keep the message friendly and at the very least put up a front for it. It didnât take much to get him to be okay with helping out Eris on the Moon, the women had gone through more hell then he could imagine and when things started getting really bad up there he was one of the first of his fire-team to volunteer to help take care of the nightmares plaguing it. He keyed a button on the arm of his pilot chair and the seat slid back and he spun it around. He hopped up and made it over to the small section he had dedicated to his weapons and grabbed the black with gold accented Perfect Paradox shotgun he was bringing with him off the table. He pumped it back and checked the chamber from the side before racking it back into place once again, he grabbed some shells off the table and began to load it. He set that down and then grabbed a blacked out Valkadyn Auto rifle, he wasnât sold on most viest guns, but this Auto rifle hadnât failed him yet. He charged the weapon, the loud sliding of metal against metal echoing out, he snapped it to his shoulder and scanned right and left as if looking for targets. He set that down besides the shotgun and then grabbed one of the final guns in his arsenal, his pride and joy his Thunderlord. This heavy machine gun was one of his favorite exotic weapons to use so nine out of ten fights he got into heâd have it equipped. He gave it a good once over making sure all the wires were secured on it and the like. He set that back down and grabbed what appeared to be a broken sword handle, what remained of the sword he was given after helping Lord Saladin and the other new age Iron Lords deal with Siva and the house of Devil Splicers and which had been broken during the start of the Red War. He slid it into a holster on his right side and then looked up towards what appeared to be a chain and pendant hanging off a hook, he studied the Iron Axe charm that hung there gleaming in the light as if contemplating bringing it with him or not as he said. âYa never know could break the old girl out.â Dutch floated back to him and looked the charm over for a second and said. âWeâre just on patrols donât you think it is a little overkill?â If it hadnât been for the helmet covering his face the vicious grin he had on his face would have been seen, but because of the connection between him and Dutch the Ghost already knew what the titan was thinking, he rolled his singular eye as Cale said with a played up southern accent. âAinât no kill like overkill Dutchy.â @gunssmoke
For Cale
bold what consistently applies
italicize situational, not always
both, a priority while fighting
fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / bait an opponentâs first strike / strike first / provoked easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a spear or naginata / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / (re)learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages / strictly use one main method / play around / fight ruthlessly / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isnât ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly Tagged by: @ofarcandsun Now the fun part tagging people for this.......HMMM Well I donât know whoâs still active on here but! If thereâs anyone that sees this and wants to give it a shot? Go right ahead haha!
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"AAAH!"
âAWHAAAA????!âŚâŚ..WHY ARE WE SCREAMING???????â The Titan looked around as if he was about to be attacked by something fists up and everything.Â
Lonely Road to Absolution
It was all so sudden, so violent, one minute Cale was simply patrolling the city and the next he was fighting off Cabal Red Legion soldiers, trying his best to protect those he could and and get those he could to evac. It was unrelenting the fight unforgiving the enemy showing no mercy. Through it all he held strong, he fought back the invaders protected those who could not defend themselves and helping those that required aid. He did it all as if it was second nature as if it was something he had been born for, something he knew would be his calling. He never faltered never asked for a break, his enemy was unrelenting so he had to be as well. He did his duty, he did what a Titan, a Guardian was brought back to do and that was to protect the people of the last city. He didnât do it for the traveler he didnât kill for glory or reward. He fought every foe that came into his sights killed them without a second thought. It was them or him, them or a citizen of the city, and he knew it would be them every time. It was only when he looked up to the traveler that the scope of the battle, no the war that had begun was not simply going to be one in a single night. In that instant he felt his light tore from his body as the cage engulfed the traveler, his connection cut. It was as if his feet had been swept out from beneath him as if a part of him had been yanked out of his body. When he crumpled to the ground and noticed Dutch, his ghost, his best friend fading he knew that this war would be long. That it would take much from those who would fight it and it had truly just begun. Somehow through luck Cale hadnât found his end in that moment when the guardians were all weakened. And even luckier for him he had found a group of guardians and civilians who were making a attempt to get out of the city. They were all scared even the guardians for the first time in many of their lives it had been few and far between where a battle had them feel as mortal as they truly were. Take away the light and whatâs left is a human an awoken a exo who has more training than the normal soldier, more experience with the enemy then a normal soldier. And every civilian that was in their care had their eyes on them and for the first time these men and women were unsure about their fate, had real doubts and some were even afraid just as much as the people looking to them. When the enemy finally caught up to them, when they were set upon by the Cabal war beasts when the very people the city looked towards began to fall, it was easy to lose hope in that moment, easy to give into the darkness so to speak. But despite it all, despite the losses and despite the wounded Cale the the other guardians and even some citizens of the city grabbed weapons they could find to help. But even after their small victory, pushing back the war dogs that the Cabal had at their command. Cale and the others knew more were coming, actual troops no less, he knew, he could tell that very few of the guardians with him were looking to stay. But it didnât need to be said what would happen to the civilians that were fleeing. Theyâd be run down like vermin and killed, or worse captured. He saw the looks the other guardians gave him, he might not of believed he was worthy of leading anyone, but they could tell what was, he wasnât just another guardian, another Titan even. He was one of the new Iron Lords, the sword and armor he wore made that clear to everyone there. He knew he didnât have long, he knew it was only a matter of time till they scattered to the wind so he spoke quickly, with a commanding yet gentle tone, the southern accent he had spotted lightly throughout it. âEveryone I know this is a bad situation, you all know what will happen if we turn and run now. I know you are all scared, hell even I am guys. But we are still the ones the people are looking to, the ones that have the skills to fight these Fuckers.â He let his words hang for a second, he had removed his helmet those emerald green eyes scanning across the small band of guardians that were left as he continued. âI wonât force any of you to stay here, I know what I am. I am a Iron Lord and I swore to protect the people of the city no matter the cost. I will give my final death if I must and if I must hold this line by myself then I will.â He took a deep breath, he could feel his nerves acting up in his right arm, the damage from long ago giving him slight tremors in times of extreme stress and exhaustion. His first clenched tightly as he did his best to will it to stop, his eyes closed as he gathered his thoughts before he said. âThe wounded will go with the civilians, those whoâŚ.donât want to stay may go, those who donât believe they can. May go, but I will stay and I will give them something to remember, that when people look back on this day they wonât remember the names of the monsters that attacked them or even the bastard that led them, they will remember those who fought, those who sacrificed and those who died trying to protect them. So if youâre all with me guardians let's give them all something to remember.â In the end the fight was long, even the small force of Cabal ground troops put Cale the other guardians through their paces and then some. The fight was brutal, but none the less the line was held, the small band of guardians were thinned even more so, those that had survived did not linger for long and those that stayed were wounded and dying more than likely. The Titan had that rallied them knelt besides a young awoken Titan, young more so in the way that the man had not been a guardian for very long. Cale had stayed there with him trying to comfort him in some way before the wounds he had received proved fatal. Even Cale hadnât made it out of the fight in one piece, the evidence being a mess of bandages and blood that was hastily wrapped around the left side of his face and neck, his sword, the young wolfâs howl broken in half was stuck into the ground besides him as he said. âRest well Titan Perhaps Iâll see you soon, perhaps I might not who knows, but you wonât be forgotten.â As he rose back up he pulled what appeared to be a tattered freeholders memory Titan mark and the broke remains of his sword and made his way towards the path that lead him out of the city. He walked like a man half dead, a man who might not be long for this world. But he walked none the less so that even if he might die out in the wilds at the very least he made an attempt to get back to his friends, to his loved ones no matter his condition.
(Future Phae) It was early morning and she felt her lover stir beside her. When Cale sat up, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him back down into bed. When he sat up again, she frowned and growled softly before pulling him back into bed again. She snuggled up tightly against him and wrapped her legs around his before settling back to sleep. No no, you don't get to leave. Is sleepy time.
The large Titan didnât try to fight his way free from her grasp, he laid there and chuckled softly as he rested his hand on hers and said with that southern toned voice of his. âFine fineeee...you win darlin a lil bit longer.â  After a second he gently got free of the tight grip she had and rolled over carefully to face her, wrapping her up in a gentle hug as he slowly closed his eyes as he said. âLove ya...âÂ
