[u]The Thоt Trio of Tatakai[/u] [u]Dojo Mountain, 2:41 PM[/u] [spoiler]Open to all. Yes, I'm too lazy to describe too much, at the moment. I'll link their bios, lol.[/spoiler] [spoiler][b]Cel[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/238271693/0/0/1 [b]Eli[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/230268686/0/0/1 [b]Zara[/b]: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/238968266/0/0/1[/spoiler] "...Ah? It wouldn't be-" "[i]No.[/i]" "...what's a thоt?" [i]Thunk.[/i] "A thоt is a derogatory term that can be used in conversation to describe a whоre, Celkym." [i]Elizabeth would murmur, as she would approach the straw dummy of which she had thrown her javelin through. Elizabeth had taken an.. odd outfit, for the colder weather: a tank top, white in color, alongside a pair of cyan blue running shorts. The outfit was exceptionally unique in the time of fall, but she seemed unaffected by the freezing temperatures, as she would rip out her icicle of a spear with a sigh.[/i] "No, we are not making a "Thоt Trio". I am not a plaything for men, I am a mage. I doubt that Celkym would endeavor in such actions - you, however.. I do not know." "No, not like women of pleasure," [i]Zara would jest, smirking at the sight of it while she leaned against an old, leafless tree, her helmet resting on a bench next to their Guardian companion. The Mandalorian mercenary would push herself off of the tree, stretching a little in her insulated armoring: a customized set, green and grey in color, the beskar plates covering her vitals carefully.[/i] "I mean, like a band of travelers with a funny name. Hell, it doesn't have to be "Thоt Trio", if that gets your g-string in such a twist-" "Begone." [i]Elizabeth would say with an awfully rude tone as she blushed at that comment, as Zara would laugh at the sight of the pale woman's complexion going icy pale. Though it would be Celkym's voice that would call out, after a deep sigh.[/i] >"A trio would be great, but not when we're arguing about our group's name! ...though Thоt Trio would degrade our situation."< [i]Celkym was the only individual that concealed her face from view, her head hidden away by her Knight's dome visor. The Vex-synthetic weave armoring that covered her body was smoothened and shiny, though frost had already formed upon the plating as if she was peculiarly used to the cold, yet the muffled, quiet voice within didn't complain. Celkym sighed as she stood from her bench, shaking her head.[/i] "This could work. But only if you two stop arguing." [i]There was no response, after that. Except for a transmission sent by Zara, to a few.. others. A beacon, leading whomever was listening "FIGHT, FUСK, OR FRIEND!" was the message sent over the transmission, all in text.[/i] [i]An extremely odd transmission to send, and a thirsty- well, eventful one at that.[/i]