Sup, guys! It's your favorite striped animal! (Well, maybe not) After a while, I was finally able to get this scene out. I would've gotten it out earlier, but... -FLASHBACK- Zebra lifts his head from his desk, trying to figure out what was for lunch and what to do for the next scene. The science teacher moans on in the background. "Blah blah blah blah blah..." the science teacher says, and Zebra picks up his pencil and thoughtfully doodles a dragon in his notebook, pondering his fan-fic's storyline. "Blah blah blah blah by the way there's a 12 page lab report due in a week blah blah blah..." He snaps to attention, trying to process this information. His slow mind is having trouble deciphering this latest puzzle. [i]12 page lab report due in a week. [b]12 page lab report due in a week. 12 PAGE LAB REPORT DUE IN A WEEK[/b][/i]. He bolts upright in his chair, groans, and slams his head into his desk. "I am cursed..." he mutters. -END OF FLASHBACK- Yeah, that's pretty much how it went down. Plus, y'know, a test, another test, another test, and a handful of quizzes. Plus, I picked up a 1066 page book which has been pretty hard to put down. *you can find what I'm reading if you read the scene* But let's get to the scene, shall we? Ayria: Human, titan "Get rekt m8." Sanders: Exo, titan "360 NO SCOPE!!!" Ralph: Human, warlock "MOM GET THE CAMERA!" Guest guardians(FINALLY!): Zeus: Human, male, warlock *airhorn* Atlas: Awoken, male, hunter "Ooo baby a triple!" Jason: Human, male, titan *t-bag* Ayria took a sip of her soda and set it back down on the table with a soft clink, observing the rest of the restraunt. Ralph was checking his status on Lightstagram, Sanders was in the restroom, and she was putting away a fourth cheeseburger. Ralph's ghost disappeared. "When are they going to be here?" He complained loudly, grabbing a handful of french fries. She shrugged. "I don't really know, but I wish they wo-" she stopped abruptly. "What?" Ralph questioned, breathing heavily through his nostrils. "Did Sanders walk out with toilet paper stuck to his foot again?" There was a clink as the titan sat down abruptly at their table. He extended a hand cheerfully. "Sup, guys! I'm Jason! Nice to meet ya!" An image of a ski mask and a machete flashed through Ralph's mind. Ayria shook his hand, smiling lightly. "I'm assuming that you were assigned to the Oryx team?" Jason nodded vigorously. "Yup! We're going to crush Oryx, and then I'm going to wear his ass like a-" Sanders, who had returned from the restroom, clapped him on the back. "So, you're Jason. Always a pleasure to meet a fellow titan." he said formally, and they shook hands. Ralph pouted. "As if two titans weren't enough." he muttered, ordering another round of drinks. They sat there for another five minutes, with the three titans swapping stories and chuckling and Ralph silently wishing for the warlock who was accompanying them to hurry up and get there. The bell on the door chimed, and Ralph perked up. A hunter walked in confidently, spotted their table, pulled up a chair. He gave a jaunty wave. "Sup." he stated quietly. "I'm Atlas, at your service." Sanders nodded curtly. "Nice to meet you, Atlas. You were sent here to fight Oryx, yeah?" Atlas tossed his knife up in the air, then caught it with practiced expertise. "Yep. I saw three titans and a 'lock sitting here, so I figured it was you guys." "Glad you could make it." Sanders said, offering him a soda. Atlas took it gratefully. "CAN THE WARLOCK PLEASE JUST SHOW UP ALREADY?" Ralph shouted in dismay, slamming a clenched fist into the table. Aryia's glass tipped over but Jason caught the cup and righted it. Ayria sat up angrily. "Watch it, smartass!" Ralph sulked in his chair. "[b]I will rip out your heart and burn it in my palm.[/b]" he muttered. Ayria looked taken aback, and sat down abruptly. "Whoa, chill dude." she raised her hands slightly. "I didn't mean it." "Is there a chair I can pull up?" asked a voice, and they turned to see a warlock standing impatiently by the table, book clutched firmly under one arm. "Are you....are you Zeus?" Ralph begged. "PLEASE BE ZEUS!" The warlock blinked. "Well, yeah. I'm Zeus. This is the team, right?" "Yup! I'm Ralph, nice to make your acquaintance!" Ralph said cheerfully, grabbing Zeus's hand and shaking it vigorously. The other four quickly introduced themselves and they sat, chatting. "Zeus! Do you-" Ralph asked excitedly, relieved to have a fellow warlock at the table. Zeus cut him off with an exasperated sigh. "I'm trying to read my book here." he stated impatiently. "So could you please shut up for just 5 SECONDS?" Ralph grinned. "Ok! 1 mississippi, 2 mississippi...." The warlock groaned and continued to read his book. "What's your book about, anyway?" Ralph questioned. Zeus held up the cover. "The book is "It" by Stephen King. It's about a shape shifting monster that takes the form of Pennywise the Dancing Clown and violently murders children." he looked pleased to talk about his book. Ralph perked up, and two quickly dove into a conversation about books. Ayria snorted. "Nerds." she muttered. She reached down to grab a french fry and grabbed Jason's hand instead. "What are you doing?" she asked suspiciously, staring at him through narrowed eyes. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, um, it looked like you weren't going to eat the rest of your french fries, so..." Ayria gave him a smile, grabbing his hand and crushing it. "Don't touch my fries. EVER." ____________________________________________________________________________ Jason pulled his hand back with a yelp. "Sorry.... won't do it again." She sighed, then gave him a fry. "Not a problem. Just ask next time." Sanders watched Atlas as he drained his soda. "So, what made you want to sign up, Atlas?" "Well, the vanguard messaged me in the middle of my patrol asking if I would like to help take down the Taken King. I accepted." he replied, ordering a basket of onion rings. "Sounds like the vanguard can really count on you." Atlas shrugged. "I just try and help in whatever way I can. Although, I was hoping that I would get to meet.... What's her name? Zaza? Zana?" Sanders gulped slightly. "Zara." he corrected. "And she was exiled around a month ago." Atlas's eyes went wide. "Oh. Sorry I asked." Sanders closed his eyes for a second, remembering the day he and Ralph met Zara. They were playing Control, and the score was 19550 to 18770. They were winning, and he and Ralph had just gotten done annihilating the other team. On the scoreboard, it said only one person was alive. Sanders looked out into the middle of the map(Widow's Court) and saw a lone hunter standing amongst the floating ghosts of the enemy. He had smirked then, even as the hunter popped her arc blade. Ralph came over the comms. "Sanders, why is that hunter wielding two knives?" he asked nervously. "I don't know... I'm closer, so she will come to me first." he said, readying himself. "You have fist of havoc?" "I have my fist of havoc." Sanders affirmed. "I feel like I've heard of a hunter with two knives before." Ralph said thoughtfully. The hunter blinked toward him remarkably fast, all blue lightning and and energy. Sanders chained arc through his fists and smashed into the ground where the hunter had been. Nothing in the kill feed. He cursed silently, starting to stand up. "I missed. Wher-" a blade ripped through his back, and he screamed as he fizzled into arc lightning. "Ralph, she's going toward you!" he warned through his ghost. He saw Ralph blink upwards and hurl a ball of void energy at the hunter. She dodged it lazily and decapitated him with a scissor motion of her knives. "She. Dodged. My. Nova bomb. NO ONE DODGES MY NOVA BOMB." Ralph said, amazed. "I'm going to search this person in the scoreboards. What's her name?" Sanders checked the kill feed. "It lists her name as.... Deuce." He watched the hunter as she danced through the rest of their team, a echo of arc chaining from her as she wiped them out. The game ended silently, with a loss on their side. "Ralph? We lost." Silence. "Ralph?" Sanders asked again, spawning inside his spaceship. "Yeah, I'm here. But check the leaderboards." he replied in awe. Sanders did. It read; "Deuce" Zara------Hunter "Deadeye" Rush Falzone------Hunter "Rhino" Han Gangrene------Titan "Ember" Ravien Trustine------Warlock "Magic" Shiel McChrome------Warlock The list went on. "She's at the top." Sanders said in shock. [i]Sanders? Hey Sanders?[/i] "Yeah. The whole dual-wield thing would explain [i]Hello?[/i] why her nickname is Deuce. Why do the top people get [i]Annnnyyyonnneee there?[/i] nicknames, anyway?" He was snapped from his train of thought by the shaking of his shoulders. Atlas was frowning at him. "You ok, bro?" he asked with some concern. "Oh. Yeah, sorry. Got distracted." Sanders apologized. He shook his head to clear it. Scene 9 Part 2 -------> https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/172411538 Chapter Index --------> https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/157266003