{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
Edited by Alonfé:
11/15/2015 2:12:35 AM
16
[b]Hiatus, Come Back Maybe?[/b]
[b]Golden City, Outer Sectors[/b]
[i]He walked briskly past the ruins, making little noise as he did. His low-tech outfit contradicted his helmet, the soles of his shoes making no sound, his swords at his hip. Hands in pocket, the figure walked through casually, looking around at what formerly was a grand centre of learning, maybe a sign? Or a clue? He looked around for a trace, a trace of anything. But all that was and ever will be, was dusty ruins. He squatted down, hands locked together, looking around. His feet were tired, his senses still keen. He didn't know what to do anymore. After a quick rest, he got up, and set out towards the sea. Why the sea? A long walk it would be, yes. But his journey had only just begun. For his old task was still at hand.[/i]
~
[b]Golden City, Northern Sector[/b]
[i]He rose then fell. But no more. He finally had a body in this godforsaken world, and it would come to use. As he appeared once, in a swirl of smoke, he came again. But instead of the featureless body, like a glass jar, he held new meaning. With new meaning came new power. [url=http://ereban.yolasite.com/resources/Avatar_of_Grenth_concept_art.jpg]Grima[/url] was roaming these streets before. And once again, he does so now.[/i]
~
[b]Forests
Just north of Golden City[/b]
[i] [url=http://img02.deviantart.net/8901/i/2014/246/3/0/ninja_from_the_future__2_by_benedickbana-d7xuw3p.jpg]Gemini's [/url]sensors went off. Large energy fluxes... two places... all that came to mind were two of his protocols: report, or act? He couldn't report: Tauros, Scorpio, offline for unknown reasons. Alon was no where to be seen. The price they put on his head was months old, yet Gemini wasn't sure if he was alive or not. Same with Tauros and Scorpio. But Gemini was new, unknown. There was no price on his head. But he felt guilt and longing for their presence, for he couldn't help even if he tried. He wouldn't know where to look, from the multiple dimensions they called home. He perched himself on a tree, his visor raising to reveal the glowing rings on the side of his head, and the two short swords at his hip softly rested, hanging loose. The one katana was in it's cybernetic sheath on his back, pushed against the tree. He was alone. But he knew that it'd end soon. They were alright.... right? [/i] [spoiler]All three open. I guess I'm back![/spoiler]
English
-
Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 11/15/2015 2:27:08 AM[i]In the outer districts of the city, something is seen, something large, something coming towards him. The massive figure looks vaguely familiar from a distance, his signature shoulder-mounted machine gun locked up in its safe position. The eyes of the suit glow a vibrant orangeish-yellow, and the Old World Flag hangs from his shoulders as a cape, tattered and burnt. As he moves closer, all of his weapons are visible, all of his bandoliers. His armor bears a black paint job with red flames, and in his hand is a large, bloody machete. It appears to be a bulkier, more powerful-looking suit of power armor..[/i]
-
[i]The figure, calmly and silently walks forward, inching his sword forward out of its sheathe. He didn't want trouble. Nor bullets, in that matter. But his path forward, near the armoured, was undisturbed, whether it be stubborness or just plain ignorance.[/i]
-
[i]The heavily armed man continues to walk towards Alon. Something's familiar about the way he carries himself, but the appearance is off...[/i] YO! Aloooooon! It's your neighborhood Boogeyman....
-
Edited by Alonfé: 11/15/2015 5:53:30 AM[spoiler]( •-•) He wasn't supposed to know that...[/spoiler] [i]He nods to you, raising a finger in a shushing matter. The helmet augments his voice beyond recognition.[/i] [b]Wilson? Shhh, don't use that name. Go by the Lightbringer right now. Bad times. Where you off too?[/b] [i]Wilson wouldn't have noticed his sword is still edged from it's sheath; he isn't too sure of the man, as he noticed the oddity.[/i]
-
Well I see you've arranged a little wardrobe change too, kid. The hell's got you all spooked? Haven't seen you this, uh, shit... What's the word? On edge since you got back with that girl and the kid.
-
[i]He keeps his distance, just enough so he can react. Wilson wouldn't know he had already planned 10 ways from the situation.[/i] [b]My nemuesis is on the rise. With it, assassins. Gone into hiding. And the best things hide in plain site...[/b]
-
Well that explains a lot... The hell are you doing? [i]He notices you rather nervous and jittery manner, and seems sort of intrigued and agitated.[/i] I'm not going to kill you... You're one of the few people I don't want to gut like mirelurks....
-
[i]He visibly calms, but he still stays keen.[/i] [b]I have faith in you, Wilson. Hopefully Ninian and Nils are safe in your care. I wouldn't doubt it. It's too dangerous for them to be with me. As for what I'm doing, well, I'm checking in. On the situation here. Any trouble lately?[/b]
-
Wait... I wasn't put in charge of them.... Hell, I don't even know where the -blam!- they are... Best bet's to ask Wolfie. But as for trouble, nothin' but some ragtag religious freaks.
-
[i]He nods[/i] [b]I trust they're safe.[/b] [i]He removes his left hand from his pocket; his mechanical fist, as Wilson now knew he had. He scratched his arm, then looked outwards.[/i] [b]Things have been peaceful for Venom, I see. Oh, and send my apologies to Venom for removing the tracker in the arm. As I said, I like my independence. I'm thankful, though. [/b] [i]He kicks a rock, sending it careening into a building, crashing into a field of broken glass. The tinkling sound of the impact echoed.[/i] [b]I see you've managed an upgrade...[/b] [i]Looking over you, he starts poking the armour.[/i] [b]What's it made out of?[/b]
-
Ceramics and composite, the same stuff they put into a tank. Rigged it up with some depleted uranium plating as well as tungsten carbide.
-
[b]Oooooooo, I like it.[/b] [i]He stands up straight, looking around once more. [/i] [b]Where you headed?[/b]
-
Back home, boss has some work for me.
-
[i]He nods, looking around again; the 12th time this encounter.[/i] [b]I shouldn't hold you up too much longer than, [i]Boogeyman,[/i] you got shit to kill, 'ight? I'll be off myself. Staying here for...[/b] [i]He looks to his watch[/i] [b]...6min and 32seconds too long. Wouldn't want to hinder you anymore.[/b] [i]He extends a hand for a handshake.[/i]
-
[i]Wilson shakes his hand, and nods.[/i] You ever need me to break someone's neck, let me know. I'm here.
-
[i]He laughs, patting Wilsons shoulder.[/i] [b]And I'll roast there corpse, brotha. See you around.[/b] [i]With a short wave, he tucks his hands in his pockets, and starts walking.[/i]
