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“What is that?”  “The Witness.”

- Destiny 2: Lightfall - Launch Trailer (×)

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//not me thinking about revamping my blog

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It stares at its Disciple with a neutral expression, but its eyes say all. There is excitement bubbling within it. Each step forward is a step towards the Final Shape. Towards salvation. Witness raises a hand in gesture for Rhulk to rise. It knows the importance of status within his people and regardless of his hatred and actions towards then, he still carries around their culture deepne within himself. It knows it must continue to play its part in Rhulk's mind to help keep this one under its control.

It speaks.

-- It does. --

This destruction|chaos|death does not please It in the way Rhulk understands what the Final Shape is in his mind, but it will suffice.

-- Where there any among them that deserved Salvation ?? --

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The whispers|sayings|omens of The Witness's influence grew ever louder for its diciple. Ever closer to his final path, he is guided further and further to the last|only|complete destiny he serves. A crumbling dying world crushed beneath his might.

The Witness observes from a distance. Gaze unwavering. Focused.

Fingertips twitch but unknown to anyone. Its expression is subtle|internal, like hairline fractions on bone. Reality starts to crack around it, a mirrored realm cracking more and more as Witness finds Rhulk in his current location. The world is dim. Anything outside of their peripheral bubble is nonexistent.

It is silent. Voiceless. It listens for whatever Rhulk needs to say.

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“Let them come and see… our shape revealed. What they do then—unshackled from hope—that is who they are. Because only in the end… are we free.”

DESTINY 2: LIGHTFALL. (2.28.23)

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Destiny 2: A Shaping

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a plot where muse a is the daughter of a wealthy family and muse b is sworn to protect her after a threat was sent to her family. he’s used to protecting important government officials, not bright-eyed girls that just want to be normal and go to parties with hundreds of people and get really drunk to have some fun and he’s ready to have a heart attack with her careless actions.

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The silence is broken by a call of a familiar voice. A soft echo in both a literal and metaphorical sense of the word. The Witness looks down at her with a neutral gaze. Her glittering gown twinkling like the faint wisps off of the Taken forms. The specter-like duo dance along the black, watery tapestry at their feet. More appear now, filling the room like an extravagante and macabe ball.

Witness is much taller than his little student and it resizes itself to be the appropriate size before taking her hand for this dance. It does not struggle to lead her to the center of the black floor as it continues to lead her in the lovely waltz. It does not speak to her, seemingly lost in thought and absentmindedly letting its body take over in thr dance.

To Dance // open thread for mutual only for The Witness

The Witness is in a large, mostly empty room. The floor is a mirror white texture. A light fog laps at its feet. The gentle hum of its voice barely echos in the room. It is still. Quiet. Dull.

Small Taken shadows dance together in twitching melancholy. It watches with hands behind its back. Gaze almost hyper focused on them. It tilts its head to the side as they seem to stand tall, twitching but in formation. They move to the rhythm of a silent waltz.

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Charles Bukowski, "assault," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

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The whispers|sayings|omens of The Witness's influence grew ever louder for its diciple. Ever closer to his final path, he is guided further and further to the last|only|complete destiny he serves. A crumbling dying world crushed beneath his might.

The Witness observes from a distance. Gaze unwavering. Focused.

Fingertips twitch but unknown to anyone. Its expression is subtle|internal, like hairline fractions on bone. Reality starts to crack around it, a mirrored realm cracking more and more as Witness finds Rhulk in his current location. The world is dim. Anything outside of their peripheral bubble is nonexistent.

It is silent. Voiceless. It listens for whatever Rhulk needs to say.

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Brain neuron activated

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THE FINAL SHAPE IS COMING

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To Dance // open thread for mutual only for The Witness

The Witness is in a large, mostly empty room. The floor is a mirror white texture. A light fog laps at its feet. The gentle hum of its voice barely echos in the room. It is still. Quiet. Dull.

Small Taken shadows dance together in twitching melancholy. It watches with hands behind its back. Gaze almost hyper focused on them. It tilts its head to the side as they seem to stand tall, twitching but in formation. They move to the rhythm of a silent waltz.

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Eagle of Masyaf

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Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase

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