#dream-response

GALE, the message read, you busy today? Come visit!! I miss u. :c

Khalom balanced her datapad on her knees as she lounged in her cozy, fuzzy pjs, waiting impatiently for Gale’s response as she watched Artemis’ crucible match on the TV. She hadn’t had time lately to see him and that just wouldn’t do, especially during the Dawning! The cookies she had made for him, well that Eva had made with Khalom mostly watching, were nestled in a decorative box on the counter. She didn’t know the best place to find him... and thus the best way to find him was have him come here.

Khalom practically bounced as she ran across the Eliksni Quarters towards the Ether Tank. Crow had mentioned seeing someone of Memory’s description there, and Khalom had to find her before she left again. Sure, she could have called her, but Khalom wanted this to be a surprise! She raced across the last few feet up to the building, making fresh foot prints in the falling snow. A small bag was clutched between her hands, tied together with a small green ribbon.

This was Khalom’s third Dawning, but more importantly it was her first Dawning with Memory. That meant it was special, important. She didn’t even know if Memory had ever had a Dawning before. If she was in the City, she surely had heard about the event by now, but Memory had only recently returned to the City.

It made Khalom happy that Memory felt like she could return to the City.

“Quit struggling, you will only make it worse.” Dredgen!Shin to Khalom for the knife thing :3

Khalom, to her credit, did stop struggling, but that didn't stop her from letting out a low growl and giving an almost childish stomp of her foot. This fucker has the nerve to put her own damn knife to her throat, after everything he did to her and Lucid before, and then the audacity of telling her to sit still?! Asshole.

"Fine," she spat, nearly venomous, "you've got me. Now what? Got any plans?" She half turned her head to look at him, but the knife kept her from moving too far. "Cause I've got better things to do than sit here while you get your evil on."

But, with a raging Cabal gladiator chasing him with deadly intent, it wasn’t hard to admit that he needed help.

And so, this is how the scene comes to pass, with Corinth running full Hunter sprint at the nearest other guardian.

“HELP! Big guy’s after me and I don’t have any special ammo!” He shouts, not stopping in his mad sprint for freedom. “Sorry in advance!”

Khalom barely registered what was being yelled before vaulting over the running Hunter with a Light-enhanced leap. Le Monarch was already in her hands, and she nocked an arrow and let loose, flying true and striking the renegade Cabal in the centre of his forehead. Void-infused poison explodes upon impact, and the Cabal made it only another half step before collapsing to the ground. She landed with a thump in front of the body, blinking once before turning to face the fleeing Hunter.

@taming-hellfire

Khalom regarded the dangerous man with all respect she's shown other such dangerous people.

Which meant she stuck her tongue out at him as she flipped him off.

If Ghosts had hair, Lucid's would have long ago turned grey and/or been pulled out.

Khalom was willing to do so much for Artemis. She trusted her Fireteam leader and the decisions she made. She was genuinely was friends with her. She loved her.

But she was starting to regret telling Artemis that she would join her in Iron Banner this week. The opening ceremony was so damn early in the morning that there was still dew clinging to untouched surfaces, and her breath lingered in front of her mouth. Khalom yawned loudly, rubbing her arms up and down with her hands to instill some warmth in them.

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The last few weeks of Khalom's life had been, without a doubt, the most miserable and infuriating of her life.

It had started when she and Notts first encountered those strangers. What had seemed to be a friendly meeting quickly devolved when Khalom found herself overpowered and captured. They hadn't killed Lucid, thank the Light, but with him captured along with her, Khalom was effectively trapped. And she didn't know where Notts was. That was the most troubling.

This hadn't stopped Khalom refusing to go along with anything they wanted from her. She snapped, she yelled, she insulted, she bit, she kicked, anything to fight against her captors. Oh, they certainly weren't pleased with her about it, if the dozens of knife wounds littering her body meant anything, but they also hadn't threatened to kill her or Lucid for her actions. Clearly, whatever these people wanted, they wanted a Risen as a slave.

They did have limits though, Khalom had discovered. She had spent the last day and a half bound and gagged for her latest attempt at bratty rebellion. Her stomach was ravenous with hunger and her throat parched with thirst. But if they thought they would break Khalom this way, they had another thing coming.