#spacewrought

“I apologize for taking time away from your work, for I’m sure the recent events have left little time for leisure in your schedule... ” This is all taking into account into the sudden (or rather planned, unbeknownst to many) passing of Rex Lapis, the descension of the Jade Chamber which once served as a symbol of prosperity, and the collateral damage from the near destruction of Liyue. “...but I believe this is yours?” 

Truthfully, Osiris did not come here to join the Iron Lords. He’s no need for such titles. Titles are just tethers to him - tethers that he will never allow to hold him. He’s here for answers, tutelage. Knowledge. He will join the occasional patrol, of course, but other than that... The agreement is something he knows Nerwin is well aware of, but he has not yet explained this to Felwinter. Not in depth, at least.

     HE HAS LONG SUSPECTED that there was a thief taking from House Light’s supplies recently. Something hard to ignore considering how sparse their resources are. (They’ve been growing steadily in thanks mostly to the Lightbearers who have not only made a home in his House but in his chest.)

There was a storyteller today.

Tonia sat at a corner of the restaurant patio, elbows on the table and her chin resting lightly against her hands. Her head was turned towards a sizable crowd on the other side - where a sizable audience ‘ooo’-ed and ‘ahh’-ed as the storyteller wove her fantastical tale. It was a grand thing to listen to, an experience so riveting that Tonia’s poor jade parcels were starting to grow cold.

And the food would only be further neglected, once the story had finished and the crowd was beginning to disperse. Curiosity never a fetter, she abandoned her own table to join the table where the storyteller was, now alone. A part of her wondered if her approach was a bit rude in its suddenness, but—

   Yor has heard the talk amongst Guardians, him a lone soul passing through the City with attentive ears listening for what happens beyond Earth. Europa. The new center of attention for those of the Light and while his digging has lead to the Vanguard’s stance on such, he knows well enough that Guardians were not going to listen. Good for them, he’d say, why bother if everything they think they know is about to come crashing down, anyways.

   No further did he have to dig to find the information on where Guardians were learning Stasis, which brought him here, to the frigid landscape. He nearly swears that the Bones are growing louder as each step is taken, the only guide in this blizzard that threatens to bury him. Not much of a deterrent, but certainly an inconvenience. 

[Barricade, charging full speed]

“Hi Barric--”

she’s doing her best not to be too spiteful to her escort ; after all , it isn’t HIS fault that lug and her conjunx are stuck on the new cybertron working for the government . he’s as much a pawn in this as she is . but it’s hard not to let her bitterness spill over . each notion is returned with a perplexed , curt nod accompanied by a grunt . 

though it is in guilt , that when they finally arrive to their destination , she waves to him apologetically in thanks . time to face the lion’s den .

❛ hello , ❜ now turning to her new lab partner , she bristles and speaks in a steely tone , ❛ name’s LUG . i’ll be researching this load of slag  with you -- i’m sure they told you and you’re DELIGHTED . got anywhere i should put my things ?  ❜