Dredgen Faith

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“Maybe ‘should lay off the chems for a while, then?”

Dredgen Hope was prodding absently at a smoldering fire, not too intent on everything around him still steaming with the morning sun. The high mountain plains were safe, but it was frigid.

The exo reaches absently for the last dregs of what they were sharing, but his hand falls limp.

"But that damn thing's still in the sky, still lording over us."

He rose to his feet, summoning his golden gun and pointing it toward the travler.

“Sure, you be angry about that. Being angry’s good. Can’t die if you’re angry.” He rumbles, setting to work cooking up what little scraps of food they had left.

One Hive egg, some assorted Eliksni bits, and some herbs he’d traded for the day before. Perfect for an omelet.

"Do you know what its like, to realize you've dedicated your life to the losing side?." he spat a wad of oil-black plehgm off into the grass, "I ain't even a guardian no more."

He watched as Dredgen Hope gathered the ingredients, knew what he was trying to do.

@virulentvirtue

“Maybe ‘should lay off the chems for a while, then?”

Dredgen Hope was prodding absently at a smoldering fire, not too intent on everything around him still steaming with the morning sun. The high mountain plains were safe, but it was frigid.

The exo reaches absently for the last dregs of what they were sharing, but his hand falls limp.

"But that damn thing's still in the sky, still lording over us."

He rose to his feet, summoning his golden gun and pointing it toward the travler.

@virulentvirtue

“Maybe ‘should lay off the chems for a while, then?”

Dredgen Hope was prodding absently at a smoldering fire, not too intent on everything around him still steaming with the morning sun. The high mountain plains were safe, but it was frigid.

The exo reaches absently for the last dregs of what they were sharing, but his hand falls limp.

Wiseman draws his thorn and trains it on the thing, managing to keep from pulling the trigger at the last second.

"If that dog gets me shot, I'm shooting it." Wiseman stated, "I mean it. I'll shoot that puppy in the face."

He wouldn't, of course, not unless he was starving.

Wiseman draws his thorn and trains it on the thing, managing to keep from pulling the trigger at the last second.

Wiseman draws his thorn and trains it on the thing, managing to keep from pulling the trigger at the last second.

“Can I ask you something?”

Wiseman has his arm opened up on a table. He's digging around in his forearm with a small screwdriver.

Seeing the twitch, he frowns a little, leaning forward.

"Yeah, sure. Come hold this thing here." He gestured weith his chin to the screwdriver.

Wiseman grabbed a small torch and stuck it into his arm, with the screwdriver holding the elecric cord tendon out of the way, he could reach the misfiring nerve and burn away the gunk from Nessus that had worked its way into his circuits.

Robotic eyes whine as they adjust to the bright sparks from the torch, only to rapidly adjust again once they’re gone.

“But, Saint’s been trying to get me on a Raid team for a while now, Zavala just won’t hear anything about it. Guess in his mind, I’ll always be that little kid walking up to the Tower for the first time.”

He sighs a little, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

He breaks off at the last one, a sly grin in his eyes.

Wiseman paused, tapping his fingers against the table. Briefly, he pondered how long it'd been since he got laid.

“Can I ask you something?”

Wiseman has his arm opened up on a table. He's digging around in his forearm with a small screwdriver.

Seeing the twitch, he frowns a little, leaning forward.

"Yeah, sure. Come hold this thing here." He gestured weith his chin to the screwdriver.

Wiseman grabbed a small torch and stuck it into his arm, with the screwdriver holding the elecric cord tendon out of the way, he could reach the misfiring nerve and burn away the gunk from Nessus that had worked its way into his circuits.

Robotic eyes whine as they adjust to the bright sparks from the torch, only to rapidly adjust again once they’re gone.

“But, Saint’s been trying to get me on a Raid team for a while now, Zavala just won’t hear anything about it. Guess in his mind, I’ll always be that little kid walking up to the Tower for the first time.”

He sighs a little, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“Can I ask you something?”

Wiseman has his arm opened up on a table. He's digging around in his forearm with a small screwdriver.

Seeing the twitch, he frowns a little, leaning forward.

"Yeah, sure. Come hold this thing here." He gestured weith his chin to the screwdriver.

Wiseman grabbed a small torch and stuck it into his arm, with the screwdriver holding the elecric cord tendon out of the way, he could reach the misfiring nerve and burn away the gunk from Nessus that had worked its way into his circuits.