[spoiler]The characters Wesson the Warlock, Dante the Hunter and all other characters that are not mine are owned by Diamondfire14[/spoiler] The Warlock fished a pair of sunglasses out of his front pocket and put them on. He slumped against the wall and looked at me. "So who are you?" "Josiah, you?" "Wesson. What are you in here for?" "My idiot Ghost..." "Hi!!" Charles said excitedly. Wesson smirked. "Brilliant..." "How did you get in here?" "Long story..." A red Ghost with white strips appeared by Wesson's side. "We were stuck once again because someone couldn't keep their..." He paused and looked at Charles. "You!!" Charles looked behind him then pointed at himself. "Me?..." "Yes you!" Charles thought for a moment then his core lite up in recognition. "Oh hi Aristotle! How's Geneva? She get any new shells recently?" "Wait? You two know each other?" Wesson said with some slight confusion. "Oh yea! We go a bit back." "We only met like once!" Barked Aristotle. "How do you know him?" I said in question. "We met during the Light Festival when I was flying around. Ya know sight seeing." "Sight seeing?" Aristotle said with some annoyance. "Ah yea? So?" So?! I don't think it's considered sight seeing when you broke into our apartment!" He said angrily as his shell spun. "Whoa calm down Art... Wait he did what?" Wesson looked at Charles. "When was this?" "He did what?" I said. "What?! Pfft no of course not!" Charles said with a partially fake laugh. "The door was open... plus the feels were real that day so it was worth seeing." "The what was what?" Wesson was fairly confused by Charle's statement. "The feels! When you were wonked out and you were on the floor and your girl was hugging you and stuff and..." He gave a sob and wiped a tear from his eye. "Kinda tear jerking just thinking about it." "You broke into someone's house?!" I said furiously. "Hey it was open! And I was there for emotional support." Wesson scratched his head. "The hell are you talking about? I don't remember anything like..." Wesson glared at Charles when he realized what he was talking about. "You little bastard." "What did I do?!" "What didn't you do is the question." I said with annoyance. "Well I didn't break into a house if that's what you are implying! I already said I wasn't an over glorified key!" I was about to say something else when a loud boom from the vent cut the conversation off. It was followed closely by the Hunter screaming. "F***!!" We paused and looked at the open vent. "Is he gonna be ok?..." I asked. "I'm not sure." Wesson said while glancing inside the vent. "Hey Art go check on him." "Hes probably got his cape stuck on a thing or something..." Charles said as he watched Aristotle go in. Wesson looked at Charles again. "Now what the hell were you doing in my apartment?" "Geez still fixated on that are we?..." Charles said with a sigh. "I heard something was going on so I went to check." "So you just burst into random people's houses because you thought something was going?" "No not everyone's. Just yours cause I noticed it." I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Why do I regret even having you as a Ghost?..." "Cause you don't realize all the joy I bring in your life." Charles said with a slightly snark attitude "I would hardly call it joy..." I said with a grunt. "And I thought Amelia was the cynical one...." "Anyway, what exactly did you notice?" Wesson asked, his stance seemed slightly ready to pounce. Charles thought for a moment. "Mostly feels, mostly feels... I can't remember it all but I can play it back for ya if you want! It's cry worth though." "You recorded it?!" I asked. "I record everything. I want to remember my life when you passed on and I'm left to wander the wilderness alone." "He recorded us?" Wesson said as sparks started jump from one fingertip to the next. "You recorded us?!" Wesson said directly to Charles. "Lucia had just gotten out of the shower, and you recorded her!!!" Charles paused. He looked down slightly as a screen popped up infront of him. "No I didn't! There is no... Oh... Well... Ok PG is enacted so it looks like she is wearing clothes!" Wesson tensed up slight as I quickly grabbed Charles and stands up. "Wesson calm down he didn't mean anything by it..." "I've said that this entire time!..." Charles said angrily. Wesson looked at the screen Charles had left up. "That's a towel." "Ok well the PG did it's job atleast, she is covered." "What?" I said as I inspected the screen. "Charles, remind me to explain to you what PG actually means." I let go of Charles as he floated back up to look. "Hey there is no exposure what so ever." He phased the image back to its original edit before quickly switching it back. "See? It's PG." "... I'm going to pretend I didn't see that..." "What? You want to see..." "NO!!" Josiah and Wesson said simultaneously. The room was quiet for a minute. Then Wesson spoke up. "Actually, could you send the uncensored one to my visor." "Do you want the rest of it?" "Charles... what kind of question is that?..." I asked. "Well maybe he has good intentions!" He looked at Wesson briefly. "Yea never mind." "Hey, I won't get to see her for the next two months." "And are you sure this is how she wants to be remembered?" Charles leaned in slightly. "How who wants to be remembered?" Aristotle said as he came back from the vent and looked at the screen. "Oh, she already knows Wesson is going to remember her that way." "Oh well alright then." Charles sent a beam to his helmet. "Done." "How is the Hunter? Dante is it?" Josiah asked, looking at Aristotle. "Dammit. I said the uncensored one." Wesson said out of nowhere. "Um yeah, they'll be fine." Aristotle said, his voice sound hesitant. "They?..." "Okay, send me the one where she is not... They?" Wesson looked at Aristotle. "Oh dear God. Please tell me they aren't doing what I think.." "They are...." "Who's they?" A low noise resembling a moan escapes from the vent. "You mean they are in there?!" Asked Charles in surprise. "Humans creating life in there?! I gotta see this." He zoomed in. "D***it Charles don't!!..." "To answer your question they would be Dante and his girlfriend Diana, and once again, they couldn't wait...." Aristotle said. "Does this happen... a lot?..." I asked. "A lot would be an understatement." "It's like dealing with teenagers." Wesson complained to himself. "Every time I turn my back..." "And you didn't do the same?.." Aristotle said looking at Wesson. "Not while I was trying to escape from the Prison of Elders!" "Why were you in the Prison?..." I asked in some disbelief. "It's a long story." I looked at the door and motioned towards it. "I think we have plenty of time." I leaned against the wall and waited patiently. Wesson sat back down. "Well, it all started, what was it, two years ago?" "It was two years, three months, and seven days to be exact." Aristotle said. "So, yeah, two years. Anyway, I was helping this Awoken Huntress track down and kill a Wolf Captain. Well the mission was a success, and we decide to celebrate with some drinks..." "Hey guys! I think I found em." Charles said over the comms. "Looks like they are in a little storage closet or something..." "I don't want to know Charles..." "You sure? I can give feed..." "Absolutely not." "Tell them to put their clothes back on and get back to the mission." Wesson said, losing his train of thought. "Well alright but I'm not sure if they...." A female voice cuts Charles off as it rings from the vent angrily. "What are you doing here?!" Charles screamed loudly, half breaking my eardrum. His scream quickly increased as he shot out of the vent and hits the door with a beam of light. It forcefully opens with a sickening screech and he zooms off, screaming the entire way. We both paused and watched him dissapear. "Well. I just hope our cover isn't blown now." Said Wesson with slight hesitancy in his voice. https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/179891312/0/0 link to chapter 23.6 https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/180148179/0/0 link to chapter 23.95