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To the Titans, it was their brawl and bronze: that nearly every Titan at their core was a feisty, go-get'em, endurance of the gods and mercy of the heavens.

To the Warlocks, their ease and wit: the ability to observe, analyze and react. Patience a virtue, though not always. But only when it was absolute necessary.

Then there were... the Hunters

Notorious for being the keys of expecting the unexpected. None excused by their Vanguard, a man known for his ample misadventurers, trials, errors, deals and no deals. Needless to say, there always seemed to be fewer Hunters with minds liable intact, than there were those who took life by the wing and demanded it jump to the stars. 

Even more so, leaving their base of operation -- the Hanger, always a... new thrill to witness. Never stray a dull day, should the boots of a Hunter return. This one in particular being that of Awoken, and already seemingly late to the party. Having just recently returned to the Tower from the EDZ, a means to report back to Cayde-6 that one of his stashes had been... unfortunate crossfire. It had seemed Selene arrived just moments late to another one of the Hunters' fiascoes -- this one belonging to a... not-so-very-Cayde Exo. 

A handful of people, gathered and in a volume she couldn't quite make out words to, it was so loud in cheer. Curious does it that she approaches the group like-minded, her shortness having needs to tip-toe against other Guardian's shoulders as she struggled her way by to see first-hand the commotion.

⌠🌋⌡ ;;  The sight of another Guardian on his path stops Etykraks in his tracks.

Concentrate. Catalogue. Breathe. He can feel Shakespeare’s presence beside him, the little light floating curiously over his shoulder to get a better look at what’s stopped their progress. It only takes a glance from him, and whatever the Ghost was going to say goes unsaid. She sinks back down, resting her shell on Etykrak’s shoulder, and his attention goes back to them.

Have they seen him? No, he doesn’t think so. It’s hard to tell, from this distance, but they don’t appear to be looking his way. Is he in danger from them? That... is another question entirely. Is he?

The Eliksni lets out a slow, bubbling breath. Best not to engage in words with an unknown – a Guardian sees him, they shoot. It’s as simple as that, and he doesn’t feel like fighting, not right now. He takes a step back.

“Hello? Can you understand me?” 

The Eliksni spun around at the question, one that was certainly not from anyone they'd immediately consider an ally. They'd have picked up the Guardian's approach before then, but the energy field of the Vex trap they were stuck in didn't allow for any scents to filter through.

It was a wrong place, wrong time situation that had landed them there (judging by the size of their prison they suspected it was meant for someone much bigger than them). Perhaps a Captain or some ugly Cabal. The Vandal, meanwhile, eyed the Hunter warily, subtly tightening their grip on their shock rifle.

The pads of gloved fingers brush away the soot that films over the sign. With her touch, flakes of paint come away, but it is not severe enough yet that the sign is illegible. Upon reading it, Nora lets out a soft sound, as if intrigued. “Oh, hey -- our next stop’s at a spa. I heard back in the Golden Age they’d have heated pools for you to relax in.”

@kidemcnas​ said: Hands Yor a long Hive worm plush, probably used to be a furby.

@kidemcnas​​ : Despite how shady he was, the Drifter was still a resident of the Tower, and most certainly someone that enjoyed food, Wyck did not want to exclude him in the celebrations ! Heading to his spot at the Annex with a box of Dark Chocolate Motes. " Happy Dawning Drifter ! " He finally called, stretching his arm out to offer the present to the rogue lightbearer.  /  drifter & wyck  /  unprompted.

@kidemcnas​ said: Wyck places something on Selene's hands. "Behold! My finest creation!" It's a long furby

She’s unsure whether to be impressed or just downright concerned. This elongated... cat with a beak? Owl shaped eyes? What was this?

@kidemcnas​ said: "I officially declare you, one of the coolest cookie taster Guardians of them all!" Wyck puts a hand on Selene's head, before offering a box, decorated, sparkly, even a bit over the top for the theatrics. "And your first task is to enjoy these cookies I made for ya!"