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She listens to the hunter with her eyes on the gourd. She sits to his right, legs crossed and elbows on her knees. Maybe it looks closed off, but she figures he’ll know her guard is nothing personal. Just habit, as much as anything. “Birds of a feather,” she huffs gently, eyes straying away from him and the vessel. There’s some mirthless amusement in the sentiment. “Do you think you will? Do you think you’ll change again?”
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Her eyes linger on the scars on his face. They stand out to her; they are rather new to her, and she feels a quiet tug of sympathy towards Lorenzo. A few Guardians have come through her before him, though most are simply eager to take their rewards and leave. A few have lingered to talk, and she humoured them. Lorenzo, however... she is the one who invited conversation in the first place.
“I have. More than you can even imagine. You Lightbearers live long, long lives, but I have lived a long time, across three different lives,” she says. There is a faint smile on her lips, one that she knows Lorenzo will catch. “I know the taste well, but I welcome it. It reminds me I have lived long, and I lived well. Life would be so boring without a bit of strife.”
She uncrosses her legs, and then rises to her feet, leaving her throne for the first time in a while. She is close to Lorenzo now, maybe only a foot or so away. A hand lifts, for a moment, as if to touch the skin below his scars, but she stops, if only because she does not think touch will be welcome. “A long and eventful life has been lived, then,” she says with a faint hum. “Your physical scars say as much as well.”
@sparrowonfire: Funnily enough, it wasn’t even Lorenzo who spoke up first, but Sparks; Lorenzo’s chatterbox of a Ghost giving away their positioning– with a mildly curious, yet somewhat horrified “What the shit?”
“Sparks.” Lorenzo raised a hand, covering the top of his Ghost’s shell before stashing her out of sight behind his back as he walked around just enough to be in her peripheral; braids swaying as he cocked an eyebrow. “…Do I wanna know why you’re vivisecting a Hobgoblin right now?”
“I’m checking something out for Mister Asher, why else?” It was a bald-faced lie, and it rolled off her tongue with ease. Who would call her out on it? Veles was almost always on Io, running errands for the old Warlock, and the occasional handful of patrols if she was starting to run low on glimmer. Her presence was a constant, those who hung around Io long enough knew to leave her well enough alone, and not to question what she was getting up to.
Carefully withdrawing her fingers from its nearly fully dissembled chest, resisting her urge to piece it all back together again, she shook her hands out and straightened up. “What, uh, brings you here? Y’here on Vanguard business or something?” Veles’ head cocked to the side as she turned to face Lorenzo, blinking near owlishly. “If you were sent here to get me for something, you can tell our higher ups my stance on Vanguard and City business hasn’t changed. I’m not to be bothered unless it’s a genuine emergency.”
sparrowonfire replied to your post: “Arc and Void are fun and all, but Solar? Now...
“That’s funny, I can’t hear you over being the literal orb daddy for any fireteam lucky enough to have me.”
“What’s that? Sorry, I can’t hear you over my GOLDEN GUN that KILLS ANYTHING IN ONE SHOT.”
She knew he was coming. Her Prisma Shade had pointed it out about 75 meters back, reminding her that this technically wasn’t something she was supposed to be doing. On the other hand, Benedict was kind of being an asshole and she needed an excuse to get off the Leviathan. She’d taken some of her personal gear and a bit of loot from the treasury before heading to someone she’d been watching for a fair amount of time.
The gun pointed at the white and gold figure didn’t seem to dissuade her from her current course of action—namely, hacking a panel next to the Bandwagon to try to get remote access. “...I promise, there’s a perfectly valid explanation here.”
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@sparrowonfire - sc
“Guardian!” she hollers, her back pressed to a towering stone, weapon clutched in her hands. A horde of Taken has pinned her and a couple Corsairs down, and they are having trouble keeping them back. Were it not for those damned psions, they would have no issue, but the blasted creatures keep splitting apart into twins, into triplets.
It’s this moment where she’s rather jealous of the Guardians. They don’t have to worry about this; they can simply leap into the fray and fight without fear of death. She and her Corsairs, however, do not have that luxury. “We could use your help here!”
sparrowonfire replied to your post: “It really is a wonder we are all not dead and...
it keeps us from killing each other. for half of us, a good argument is like foreplay at this point.
“I suppose, but I do not know what to feel about the... latter part of what you just said...”
❛ i don’t judge anyone for wanting to dance with an alien, ❜ she breathes out with a smirk, ❛ however if you pick spider for your partner, or a member of the hive, or you decide to do the tango with a taken? i’m gonna smack you with my javelin. ❜ // @sparrowonfire: sc.
