#cindertoashes

@greetingsadventurer‘s commission of her Destiny oc, Cinder. Thank you again for commissioning me!

This is likely the first time she’s seen someone with prosthetics, and she doesn’t know what to think. She has seen full people make of metal, and that she is still processing even now. But this man... he’s, well, not normal per se. He’s blue, like a number of other Guardians she’s seen, but he has limbs of metal. Or... a limb, anyway. Still...

“A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold, she was covered in blood last seen in San Francisco.”

[Besitos - Pierce the Veil]

The Killers Starters - OPEN

The Nightstalker tenses at the words. The other Hunter did have a point - Kaz had been staring now for longer than was usually considered normal. Yet he couldn’t seem to tear his vision from the Awoken stood there in what Kaz could only assume was his own blood. 

As he’s knelt there, his hands hovering over Cinder’s prone form leant up against the crumbling wall of what he can only assume used to be a shop front, Kaz cant find the answer he needs - his mind racing against the thought. An apology would be a good start, but his thought track keeps rewinding and freezing on the same word. Sure, he should probably be seeing to the whole blood deal and still not knowing where exactly it’s coming from - so much for the Bladedancer being able to handle himself.

His gloved hands twitch slightly - forcing himself to find the signs for what he was trying to say. “Start with an apology. We’ll get to the... Other thing when we’re not in danger of being ambushed by light knows what.”

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In all honesty, even Kaz didn’t know what he was doing when he rested his head on Cinder’s lap. His eyes burn the longer he keeps them open, pure exhaustion from this scouting stint probably to blame as his eyes hang half open staring at the embers of their fire through his eyelashes. Did he actually trust this Bladedancer this much? 

Apparently the answer was yes as he signs with one hand where he knew the Awoken could see his message. “Staring at someone is considered rude, you know.”

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Despite the blood coating his hands and the clear discomfort he’s in at the thought of having to pull individual shrapnel pieces from Cinder’s back, Kaz manages a snort of a laugh at his words. If he could warn the other Hunter he would, but as it comes down to it, his muteness was working against him - as it usually did in serious situations like this. 

The Bladedancer just had to go and get blown up didn’t he? Nothing could go smoothly for Kaz at all. The Nightstalker grits his teeth as he eyes up yet another piece of metal sticking out of Cinder’s back - after having dragged the Hunter to a relatively safe place, Kaz was left with no option but to attempt some form of first aid in the removal of numerous shards of shrapnel. 

Shifting around the Awoken so his hands are level with Cinder’s face, Kaz ignores the blood sticking to his skin as he signs a simple message to the Hunter. “And how am I meant to do that with my hands full back here?” 

“It is.”

The Guardian was this close to picking up the Hunter herself,  probably easier said than done given the current situation but it might have been better than watching him...well, struggle would be the nice way of putting it. Lola paused, a frown on her face at the man’s words, she was only trying to help. Perhaps she it came in a slightly sardonic tone, but she softened almost immediately.

“ So, Hunter, would you care to explain why is there a dozen of empty bottles in front of me?? ”

Harlequin was, to put it simply, disappointed and annoyed. This Hunter, who just seemed to be doing whatever he wished to do, downed ten bottles of alcoholic beverages with ease right in front of him. He wasn’t disturbed by that fact, he was bothered. Now, he’s lost his patience and decided to confront said Hunter.