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at_the_tower2015-01-27 07:22 pm
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WHO: Aegis-37 and open
WHAT: Shenanigans
WHERE: The Tower or The Moon: Hellmouth
WHEN: Anytime
RATING: n/a
ADDITIONAL NOTES: A couple of prompts to start! Feel free to reply however you want.
Waiting around and twiddling his thumbs in the Tower commons wasn't usually Aegis's idea of a productive evening, not when he had a list of things that needed doing out in the wilds. The problem was, to get there, he needed a ship that didn't make worrisome whining noises from one engine. Getting stranded halfway between Earth and Mars would be even less productive, so necessity requires a visit to the shipwright. A few hours here to make up for however long it would take someone to come get him out in space.
Times like this, he might have gone down into the City, but he's anxious and the trip would take too long. He wants to get going as soon as he can, which means more energy than standing around will burn.
He finds the ball wedged under a flight of stairs behind the postmaster's building, apparently forgotten or left behind for who knows what reason. He can't imagine it actually belonging to anyone up here. He starts by simply kicking it against the nearby wall, out of the way and keeping to himself, the ideal personification for just how bored he was. Back and forth, back and forth. Travelers Light, just fix his ship already. He kicks a little harder, gives it a little spin, moves to intercept it when it bounces back at an angle. Okay, maybe it's not so bad after all. Maybe he's getting into it a little bit.
Which is probably why he gives it one good whack and doesn't think much of it until it rockets off the wall and he's diving to try and catch it before it goes soaring out into the commons... and manages to miss it by inches. A charging Titan isn't what one might expect to see in the middle of the normally peaceful commons, but around the corner he comes, the ball sailing over the roof of the postmaster on a likely trajectory for the Cryptarch's table.
"'Scuse me, 'scuse me! Pardon!" Oh God, please don't let it hit Rahool in the face, pleasepleaseplease- he's really only half looking where he's going.
*****
He pulls himself up over the lunar ridge, white armor streaked in frozen ether and his rifle in one hand, the muzzle still glowing dimly with residual heat. There's room to pull up his sparrow and circle the lip of the Hellmouth that yawns open ahead of him, green and diseased, but it's a short walk to the nearest edge and he wants to scout the surrounding area. The Fallen that like to pick at the crumbling colony remains in this area have all been either killed or run off for the time being. They'd be back, but for now, there's only the distant chattering of Hive echoing up from the cracks in the cliffs. He's used to it by now.
There might be a few other Guardians in the area- he passed a few on his way over here, likely out for similar reasons: patrols or their own sense of duty to keep the Darkness here in check. It feels doubly important out here, with the Earth hanging large in the dark sky, a constant reminder of just how close they are. It's easier to forget on the further planets, where their home seems kept at a safe distance.
Rock crunches under his boots as he summits a jutting boulder and the Hellmouth opens up under him, which is also the precise moment his Ghost chips a warning and suddenly the Hive sound a lot closer. The Wizard slithers out of the cave first, followed by a flood of Acolytes, her shriek like nails over metal.
It takes only a second to check the ammo in his clip and assess his situation. "Ghost, see if you can find me some backup. Pretty sure I'm going to need it." The shortwave ping for assistance goes out and he launches himself from the outcropping, the sound of his autorifle a fitting reply to the Hive's profane screaming.
WHAT: Shenanigans
WHERE: The Tower or The Moon: Hellmouth
WHEN: Anytime
RATING: n/a
ADDITIONAL NOTES: A couple of prompts to start! Feel free to reply however you want.
Waiting around and twiddling his thumbs in the Tower commons wasn't usually Aegis's idea of a productive evening, not when he had a list of things that needed doing out in the wilds. The problem was, to get there, he needed a ship that didn't make worrisome whining noises from one engine. Getting stranded halfway between Earth and Mars would be even less productive, so necessity requires a visit to the shipwright. A few hours here to make up for however long it would take someone to come get him out in space.
Times like this, he might have gone down into the City, but he's anxious and the trip would take too long. He wants to get going as soon as he can, which means more energy than standing around will burn.
He finds the ball wedged under a flight of stairs behind the postmaster's building, apparently forgotten or left behind for who knows what reason. He can't imagine it actually belonging to anyone up here. He starts by simply kicking it against the nearby wall, out of the way and keeping to himself, the ideal personification for just how bored he was. Back and forth, back and forth. Travelers Light, just fix his ship already. He kicks a little harder, gives it a little spin, moves to intercept it when it bounces back at an angle. Okay, maybe it's not so bad after all. Maybe he's getting into it a little bit.
Which is probably why he gives it one good whack and doesn't think much of it until it rockets off the wall and he's diving to try and catch it before it goes soaring out into the commons... and manages to miss it by inches. A charging Titan isn't what one might expect to see in the middle of the normally peaceful commons, but around the corner he comes, the ball sailing over the roof of the postmaster on a likely trajectory for the Cryptarch's table.
"'Scuse me, 'scuse me! Pardon!" Oh God, please don't let it hit Rahool in the face, pleasepleaseplease- he's really only half looking where he's going.
*****
He pulls himself up over the lunar ridge, white armor streaked in frozen ether and his rifle in one hand, the muzzle still glowing dimly with residual heat. There's room to pull up his sparrow and circle the lip of the Hellmouth that yawns open ahead of him, green and diseased, but it's a short walk to the nearest edge and he wants to scout the surrounding area. The Fallen that like to pick at the crumbling colony remains in this area have all been either killed or run off for the time being. They'd be back, but for now, there's only the distant chattering of Hive echoing up from the cracks in the cliffs. He's used to it by now.
There might be a few other Guardians in the area- he passed a few on his way over here, likely out for similar reasons: patrols or their own sense of duty to keep the Darkness here in check. It feels doubly important out here, with the Earth hanging large in the dark sky, a constant reminder of just how close they are. It's easier to forget on the further planets, where their home seems kept at a safe distance.
Rock crunches under his boots as he summits a jutting boulder and the Hellmouth opens up under him, which is also the precise moment his Ghost chips a warning and suddenly the Hive sound a lot closer. The Wizard slithers out of the cave first, followed by a flood of Acolytes, her shriek like nails over metal.
It takes only a second to check the ammo in his clip and assess his situation. "Ghost, see if you can find me some backup. Pretty sure I'm going to need it." The shortwave ping for assistance goes out and he launches himself from the outcropping, the sound of his autorifle a fitting reply to the Hive's profane screaming.