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     MITHRAX OBSERVES THE GUARDIAN. ever since their outing to europa he’s had an increase of those who wished to join his house. something he’s been in need of. after the lightbearer saved him from that hive knight, and after they stopped eramis from stealing a powerful weapon, he has held a deeper respect for them.

@strikedcwn // here we are as one together, our passions intertwined forever. // not accepting.

     That was certainly one of the weirder things that Dell had experienced over the course of his career. He was not opposed to hugs, although this being from someone he had never met before made him a bit wary. It quickly became clear, however, that the armored stranger bore no ill will towards him — it seemed to be quite the opposite, as the Engineer was handed a strange weapon. He had handled laser guns before, but he had the feeling this was much more than a simple laser. He wasn’t sure which was the warmer gesture — the embrace or the unusual present.

     “ Um— I’m assumin’ this is a gift ...? Thank you kindly ? ” The response came late, as the stranger had run off before Dell could say anything, but he hoped his gratitude was known regardless. The eerie glow of the firearm was the first hint that it was something out of this world and definitely something the Engineer hadn’t wielded before, but as opposed to many guns that he and his colleagues had fashioned over the years in collaboration with Mann Co., the design of this one was sleek and sturdy, clear signs that its creator successfully harnessed whatever power was humming away inside. Upon further inspecting the foreign piece of weaponry ( taking a moment to appreciate the craftmanship that went into it — it was a habit, and served as an opportunity to learn from other skilled inventors ) , a sinister smile snaked its way onto Dell’s face.

 and when it had ended, the collapse of humanity’s golden age, then had come the strange part. walking dead with powers he’s never seen, creatures of either flesh and bone or science and metals wielding something he’s never seen before, never sensed before, in attacks that were both good and evil. war lords born of something close to spirit energy, using their power to hold territories and survivors of their collapse against their will. and then there had been the ones trying to end their reign on humanity, people who were trying to right the wrongs of the world.

 in those days, youko had thrived. thievery might had been his passion once, but after the time he’d spent with yusuke, fighting had become a bigger passion. and while fighting for fun had been the end result of all their trials, fighting for something like saving humanity had become a passion as well. 

 but that age had ended as quick as it had come, too quick for the spirit-fox-turned-demon’s tastes. warlords were all the same in the end, and their pride was their undoing, that and a few lightbearers -- as they called themselves -- showing him the ropes of how to kill the unkillable.

 not that they had known that they were showing him their weaknesses. kurama was still well adapt at hiding under the guise of being human, well enough that even thousands of years later, they still had not pinned down his true identity, even despite the sometimes frequent brushes with each other.

 and now, with the awakening of the mechanical creature in the sky, they were in the time of a second golden age. and even with a strange darkness settling on his senses, humanity was starting again to flourish despite the still constant threats from aliens from other worlds.

 sliding his fingers around a mutation of an ivy he’d known so many years previous, the redhead does not look up at the sudden scent of something long-dead-but-not flooding his nose, or the feeling of their light against his fine tuned senses. 

 this would not be the first guardian to find him -- but it would be the first that had that sort of scent beneath them. beyond the strange fresh scent that lightbearers had, and the smell of mechanics and gunpowder, there was something... not quite right about this one. too young to find him in his territory, an overgrown city just outside of the european deadzone, too new to have been able to get so far without tripping some of his traps.

 and yet, there they stood. in the depths of his territory, having found him so easily and without a mark on their armor to show for it.

 he breathes in deep, the mixed scent of fire and ozone and other stranger things assault his senses, but he does not look away from the plant he’s tending to.

 “you must need something, if you’ve come this far without succumbing to my traps.” his voice is calm, the green of his eyes sharp as he glances around the thick curtain of red that was his hair. “please, explain your invasion of my home.”

 quickly, before i lose my patience.

@strikedcwn​ said: 'how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?' wolf pack wolf pack

WAR OF THE FOXES

     THEY STARE OUT TO the icy terrain of europa. rifle propped up on its butt, a leg crossed over the other. they watch as the snow drifts from their perch up on high. there is anger welling just bellow - they wonder if this anger is new.

they turn their head to look at the titan, watches as they speak. they shake their head, wondering where this comes from. (they know, of course, this has to do with this campaign. with the harsh cold and emptiness of stasis running through each of their shards. through each of their radiolarion-like blood.)

they struggle to form the words of what they want to say.  ❝ i don’t know that i even know who i am. i just know that i am. ❞  years, since they were risen, and they never gave it any thought. how could they? the world is ending around them.

❝ maybe, ❞  their voice cracks,  ❝ every day we murder ourselves. or maybe we’re doing it right now out here. but is it murder or self flagellation? murder or just changing every day with whatever’s happening? changing because we’ve no choice. ❞