datwarframestalker

[datwarframestalker]

Send my character messages that you think will strike a nerve.

Whether the reaction be anger or sadness.

[datwarframestalker]

Yeah, sure. She’ll watch the kids- take ‘em to the park- even teach ‘em a language or three.  But, I should warn ya. Yer not investin’ in a nanny. Yer investin’ in a cold-blooded guard dog- and believe me, lady… She has one hell of a bite.

[datwarframestalker]

Voice Claim

//Found my muse's voice claim Heath Ledger

[datwarframestalker]

The almost palpable disappointment in her voice stung him, but he needed to keep a clear head - especially while undercover like this. The Stalker turned slightly to leave, staggering over his chair in the process, eyes trying to avoid the sad gaze of his company. He was sure this wasn’t how the holiday was supposed to go, but he had no time, or Tara’s company would get the better of him. 

And that’s when it happened, her change of face. To say her mask now donned a beautiful complexion would be an understatement. In fact, the transformation was so dramatic that the Stalker did somewhat of a double-take, his mouth opening slightly as if wanting to point out the moment, but his words caught in his throat. Is this... is this what Tara looked like under her mask? the thought danced through his mind, but was quickly dismissed as he had seen her scarred lips already. But then another thought came, what if this is what Tara had looked like before? He thought it best not to pry into the matter. The moment only lasted a few seconds, as Tara seemed to quickly realize what had happened and was now hiding herself behind her hands. The Stalker realized that he had seen something he wasn't supposed to, and turned the other way, pausing as he thought of something to say. He turned his head back once more, but the sight of her sent a pang of guilt through him, and instead he continued walking away. Stay on the mission, the voice told him. The priority is the mission. The voice was right, and he cursed under his breath as he limped his way back to his quarters. The mission was to be completed without breaking cover, but at what cost?

On Valentines day, Left on Addro's pillow was a rather oversized bar of chocolate. A printed note, seeing as how she could not write well without her eyes, was a message from Tara, saying happy Valentines, and hoping for a speedy recovery.

The slow burn of the artificial light in the room awoke the Stalker, he had been here a few weeks already yet had not gotten used to the automatic lighting in his room. He grumbled and turned in his bed, his ragged hair brushing against a solid object of sorts, his eyes slowly opening to find out what lay on his pillow. An almost comically large chocolate bar covered the majority of his pillow, resting atop it a letter, which he promptly read.

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The Stalker nodded at her words, and took a small lumped one that crunched with every bite. These things were quite exquisite, he couldn't remember the last time he had had a taste of chocolate. He smiled as he chewed gazing awkwardly at the box before flicking his eyes up at Tara every so often. He needed to concentrate on what he was here to do and this wasn't helping. 

"Mm," he mumbled through a bite of the sweets. "I'll just be havin' one if ya don't mind." He looked down at his pants and pulled out his small data pad, checking the time of day it was. The Stalker realized he had spent most of his morning already hanging out with Tara, and if he kept at it like this, he'd never get the information he needed. Then again, it wouldn't hurt to be around her just for a day... No, you bumbling idiot, get your head out of the clouds! A voice in his head snapped at him, egging him back onto his mission. You've got no time to be flirting with a Tenno when you could be gathering precious info on their technology and armory! The voice was right, he had to stop this or he'd lose grip on the mission. "Say um," the Stalker stammered as he struggled to maintain eye contact with his companion. "I've uh, g-got some... some calibrations to do so I'll-" He stood up abruptly, almost knocking his chair over backwards. "I'll have to get goin' n-now."

On Valentines day, Left on Addro's pillow was a rather oversized bar of chocolate. A printed note, seeing as how she could not write well without her eyes, was a message from Tara, saying happy Valentines, and hoping for a speedy recovery.

The slow burn of the artificial light in the room awoke the Stalker, he had been here a few weeks already yet had not gotten used to the automatic lighting in his room. He grumbled and turned in his bed, his ragged hair brushing against a solid object of sorts, his eyes slowly opening to find out what lay on his pillow. An almost comically large chocolate bar covered the majority of his pillow, resting atop it a letter, which he promptly read.

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The sweet scent of chocolate wafted up from the box as Tara opened it, carefully taking one and lifting her mask to taste. The Stalker had always wondered about what had happened to her, but he knew he wasn't within any right to ask. Besides, those plump lips of hers still looked enticing. He watched attentively as she chewed, fingers crossed, hoping he didn't mess up on his order.  Her reaction caught him by surprise, and the first thought that crossed his mind was: Exactly how much did I pay for this? But the thought quickly dissipated as her mask tinted pink at the edges, and he knew that somehow, he had done something right.  You're doing this for the mission, a voice in the back of his head nagged at him, and he tried to ignore it. Don't forget it chump. He shook his head, frowning slightly before extending a hand out towards the box. "Anythin' for my savior," he smiled jokingly. "Do you mind if I have a taste as well?"

On Valentines day, Left on Addro's pillow was a rather oversized bar of chocolate. A printed note, seeing as how she could not write well without her eyes, was a message from Tara, saying happy Valentines, and hoping for a speedy recovery.

The slow burn of the artificial light in the room awoke the Stalker, he had been here a few weeks already yet had not gotten used to the automatic lighting in his room. He grumbled and turned in his bed, his ragged hair brushing against a solid object of sorts, his eyes slowly opening to find out what lay on his pillow. An almost comically large chocolate bar covered the majority of his pillow, resting atop it a letter, which he promptly read.

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Watching Tara fidget was worth the embarrassment the Stalker was feeling, as she tentatively smelled the flowers, and asked him to sit down. He took a seat beside her, and shot her a somewhat knowing grin. Her mask's form reflected the calm and cool personality that she had used a few times before, but from its corners he swore he could tell Tara was smiling. She continued to talk, and there was something she said that felt like a slap in the face to him. She couldn't see the flowers. Goddammit, how could he forget? He was going to apologize when she asked him how the chocolate she gave was. He had, in fact, eaten all of it - but he wasn't going to tell her that.  "It was uh," the Stalker paused, his eyes trailing over her expecting expression. "Good, very good in fact, fantastic." He wasn't sure of how to continue the conversation, and Tara wished him a happy Valentine's day. Now came the awkward silence, as neither of them really seemed to know what to do know.  The Stalker broke the pause by gesturing to the chocolates. "Would ya like to give one of these a try?" he softly pushed the box to her end of the table.

On Valentines day, Left on Addro's pillow was a rather oversized bar of chocolate. A printed note, seeing as how she could not write well without her eyes, was a message from Tara, saying happy Valentines, and hoping for a speedy recovery.

The slow burn of the artificial light in the room awoke the Stalker, he had been here a few weeks already yet had not gotten used to the automatic lighting in his room. He grumbled and turned in his bed, his ragged hair brushing against a solid object of sorts, his eyes slowly opening to find out what lay on his pillow. An almost comically large chocolate bar covered the majority of his pillow, resting atop it a letter, which he promptly read.

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Finding Tara had not been too difficult really, as the Stalker had remembered that he hadn't yet been into the central part of the dojo, where the most activity was most likely to be found in. He still wasn't too sure about what he was doing, but he'd gone this far so he might as well go through with it. As he hobbled towards the busy center, he realized that he hadn't really properly thanked his rescuer before; it had all been very informal. In fact, he hadn't seen her in a while. Maybe this would be a good time to catch up-

The Stalker stopped in his tracks, what was he thinking? He was here on an impromptu infiltration mission, this was all for a cover that could not be blown, nothing more, nothing less. His face grew straight as he forced himself to think tactically about what he was going to do, yet he still felt somewhat of a release knowing that he might be able to give Tara a proper thank you for saving his life. Shaking his head and clearing his throat, he stepped through the sliding doors that led into the large room. There were a few Tenno, here and there, most busy going to and fro with gifts in hand. The Stalker quickly spotted the familiar masked figure of Tara, and he made his way towards her, his mouth turning up into a sharp, but genuine smile. He noticed that Tara was wearing a dress as well and he realized that he wasn't dressed for the occasion - in fact, he had just quickly thrown on some clothes after he had showered before he had headed out to get his gifts. Now his sky-blue tee and tan combats seemed a little out of place in the room. The Stalker approached Tara carefully, unsure of how to go about this. Did they just hand the gifts and leave? Was he supposed to say something? He thought back to the letter and made a mental note of what to say. It seemed Tara was not expecting his gifts, and her reaction made him a little nervous, but after she thanked him, he decided to keep going.  "I uh, wanted to thank yah for..." he stammered, this show of affection thing was harder than it had seemed before. "F-for savin' my life." He extended the flowers and placed the chocolate box on the table beside them. "Happy Valentine's day mate."

On Valentines day, Left on Addro's pillow was a rather oversized bar of chocolate. A printed note, seeing as how she could not write well without her eyes, was a message from Tara, saying happy Valentines, and hoping for a speedy recovery.

The slow burn of the artificial light in the room awoke the Stalker, he had been here a few weeks already yet had not gotten used to the automatic lighting in his room. He grumbled and turned in his bed, his ragged hair brushing against a solid object of sorts, his eyes slowly opening to find out what lay on his pillow. An almost comically large chocolate bar covered the majority of his pillow, resting atop it a letter, which he promptly read.

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On Valentines day, Left on Addro's pillow was a rather oversized bar of chocolate. A printed note, seeing as how she could not write well without her eyes, was a message from Tara, saying happy Valentines, and hoping for a speedy recovery.

The slow burn of the artificial light in the room awoke the Stalker, he had been here a few weeks already yet had not gotten used to the automatic lighting in his room. He grumbled and turned in his bed, his ragged hair brushing against a solid object of sorts, his eyes slowly opening to find out what lay on his pillow. An almost comically large chocolate bar covered the majority of his pillow, resting atop it a letter, which he promptly read.

It took him a little while to read the letter, due to the fact that his eyes were still adjusting to the light, and the rather small print. It was from Tara, something about wishing him well and… about Valentines? The word puzzled him, as he was sure he had heard it before, but where from? A few minutes on his data pad told him what he needed to know: it was an old celebration of friendships and relationships which included the giving of gifts to people you cared about; also something about some saint. The Stalker took a moment to think on his new discovery, taking the time to break a piece off of the chocolate bar, gnawing on it absentmindedly. So, what was a recipient of a gift to do once he/she has received their gift? The data pad quite plainly stated that one should return the gesture by giving a gift to the one who has given them a gift. The Stalker stopped chewing on the chocolate. A gift? Where was he going to find a gift? And what kind of gift should he get Tara? He punched these questions into his data pad, some results showing that common gifts included flowers or chocolates, as well as expensive jewelry. The Stalker had little to no access to his credit account at the moment so something expensive was out of the question. Instead, he decided he’d give Tara flowers and chocolates; personally as well.With this in mind the Stalker headed towards the Dojo’s garden room, his limping making him slow to get there, but he got there nonetheless. He had noticed few Tenno were out and about, most seemed to be in their rooms with their significant others. At least this made it easier for him to clip a few colorful flowers from the garden without being seen. He was no master flower arranger but he managed to make a pretty good looking bouquet, using some of the gold wrapping that had covered his chocolate bar to hold the flowers together, giving the lot a faint smell of cocoa. Now all that was left was the chocolate.The good thing about this “Valentine’s Day” was that chocolate was abundant - hell, Tenno were leaving boxes of them just lying around in tables and in duffel bags and inside their rooms and in their protected lockers, this truly was a day of giving. The Stalker thought about just taking a few boxes from here and there but he thought that maybe buying a box would be more in tune with the holiday’s spirit, and so he did; thankfully there was a general goods trader orbiting the planet who was more than happy to shoot down a crate of his finest chocolate. Now, flowers in one hand and a box of exotic chocolates in the other, he wnet on his way to find out where Tara had gone off to.

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Tears For Fears | Everybody Wants To Rule The World

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The Stalker nodded, accepting the apology, then watched intently as Rain began a solo routine; slow, methodical steps resonating in the room. The style was a lot different from what the Stalker was used to, his steps were often quick and his strikes swift, giving his attacker less of an opportunity to retaliate properly. But at least now he was witnessing something new to him, he would take what he could from this form, and perhaps find someway to use it for his gain.  His companion's moves melted into each other elegantly, and it fascinated the Stalker to see such a style of combat, but soon, Rain slowed to a stop and spoke to the Stalker. He contemplated the answer to the inquiries before deciding a mostly-true statement would suffice for now.  "I'm just 'ere til I can walk properly again," he grunted as he stood, testing to make sure his leg had not fallen asleep. "And you're no bother, I need som' brushin' up on mah, erm, fightin' stances, so watchin' you do your thing is real helpful." 

The Naked Eye (@silence-violence)

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The Stalker felt a presence behind him, around him, and finally in front of him. His eyes followed the sound of scuffling feet from beneath their lids, but he did not move. The other Tenno in the room spoke, and the Stalker opened one eye slightly, getting a good look at the one who sat opposite to him.  His company continued to speak in an odd pattern, and referred to themselves as Rain, inquiring if he was part of the "clan", if he would spar with them, and what his name was; at least, that's what he got out of the one-sided conversation. Sighing, the Stalker opened the other eye, the light of the room highlighting their green pigmentation.  "Ya can call me John," he muttered as he uncrossed his legs slowly and stretched them outwards. While doing so, he lifted up the his left pants leg, revealing the brace that held the leg it together. "But I'm 'fraid I'd be a terrible sparrin' partner." He nodded slightly at his braced leg.

The Naked Eye (@silence-violence)

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The Naked Eye (@silence-violence)

The Dojo wasn't as big as the Stalker had first thought it was. It was a day after being let free to roam its luminous rooms and already he had seen most of it. The lush garden, the laboratories - everything. He headed towards what the Tenno here called the "duel room", a sparring center of the sorts. The Stalker had caught glimpses of it during the tour given to him by the Banshee user, Tara if he recalled her name correctly, but he had yet to look around inside for himself. The day of the tour he had been left alone to investigate his ship, and he did, but what he found had deeply frustrated him. How could he have been so stupid as to bring aboard his ship such an object? Anywho, that was in the past now, and the Stalker was planning to make the best of his stay in this hive of information. As mentioned before, he had checked out the most obvious places where he could get some info, and he did find a few useful tidbits here and there, but major things needed to be extracted from this place with extreme precision and caution, two things which he did not have the tools for. For this reason his mood seemed to be downcast, seeing as he might not be able to get as much as he had wanted. Given this he trudged his way to what seemed to be a very promising part of the dojo, hopefully there he'd get some idea of the Tenno's weapons, fighting styles, anything that could gain him an advantage for when he would inevitably face one of them again. As he thought about this he realized what a stroke of luck it was that he had survived his crash still resembling a Tenno, had they seen any sort of his non-Tenno-like mutations, these ones would have seen through his disguise easily. Fortunately, the costly operation he had gone through before his capture by the Grineer held his figure true, and still hid their "scars".  He smiled inwardly as he entered the dueling room, pacing around the various training equipment, the scent of adrenaline made the air inside seem sticky. There were a few mats here and there, of which he decided to make the best of, sitting down in a lotus formation, beginning to meditate. His mind cleared and his muscles relaxed, eyelids closing, the day's tension seemingly draining out his body. The Stalker wasn't exactly wearing the most respectable outfit for meditation, sporting dark colored work boots, beige cargo pants, and a black long-sleeved tee that fit him a little loose - this bothered him a little, but it was all he could get his hands on at the moment. His shaggy blonde hair was slightly unkempt from a night of fitful sleep, but all of his worries seemed nonexistent at the moment. Because of this peace, he almost did not hear the door to the room opening behind him.

[datwarframestalker]

Apologies

//Pardon my hiatus guys (for anyone that noticed), studies and work took me by the hair these past few days. I should be back for the next two or three days before I need to take another break, so apologies for that in advance.

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The Stalker noticed the small twitches in Tara's behaviour as she told him the numbers of this facility. Forty to fifty Tenno... this was more than he had expected. He'd have a lot to do in the coming days, all of the precious information the Tenno knew was just a slip of the tongue away, and with this many Tenno in one place - that's a lot of tongues.  The Stalker nodded at Tara, as if granting her permission to leave though he was no superior to her. "I'll just," he paused, flicking his eyes towards the ship before bringing them back to her. "stay here and look over my ship, if that's alright." The Stalker meant what he had said, as much as he wanted to get started on his eavesdropping, he wanted to see for himself how his ship and his tools had fared in the crash.

First Encounters of the Odd Kind (@justalittlebitviole-n-t)

Tara nodded slowly at the first question, then again at him asking if he had her name right. “Yes. My name is Tara. And we have..oh..I haven’t been here long but..40? 50? Somewhere in there I think?” She shrugged her shoulders a bit, looking discouraged now.

"I’m not exactly sure yet." She turned her face to look down at the ship below, whether she could actually ‘see’ through the window was unknown. "I’ve shown you the important bits of the dojo, and you seem a little irritated about your ship. I might..I might go to the mess hall and eat, if that’s okay? I think I feel another personality change coming on soon anyway."

Even as she spoke her words started to get a little different, and she started to speak with a bit firmer projection and clarity, like she was sliding away from Timidis. While she had spoke the last sentence, he had rested the fingers of her right hand on her forehead, and looked like she was dealing with a headache.

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The Stalker regretted his tone as soon as he noticed his companion's reaction, reaching to place a hand on her shoulder but quickly retracting his decision as she looked away. He had to learn to keep his temper in check if he was planning to remain undercover for long, he couldn't raise any more suspicion than what he already had. Besides, he wasn't angry at the progress of his ship's repair, just at himself; no need to take it out on the others.  He waited for the Tenno to turn back to him, before giving her a somewhat tired smile, looking down sheepishly. "What I meant was..." he trailed off, unsure of how to continue on, before starting his words again. "Nothin', I'm sure you're all doin' the best ya can." He stared at his ship longingly before turning back to the Tenno.  "Tara, correct? I've been wondering about how many Tenno inhabit this, er, dojo."

First Encounters of the Odd Kind (@justalittlebitviole-n-t)

Tara winced a bit at his anger and made a whining noise, turning her head away from ‘John’. “S-sorry..” She took a step away and clasped her hands, nervously. “H-Hel’s trying her hardest to get it patched up quickly though. I’m sure by the time you’re fit to return to…whatever you do, it’ll be in working order..” 

She laughed nervously, and then turned to face him again, her mask completely white now, like she was hiding behind it more than relaying her emotions through it.

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The Stalker chuckled at the Tenno's concern, and he continued his limp as the tour went on throughout the dojo. The architecture of their buildings were beautiful, and he gazed off at them as he was led into the dojo's various rooms. Finally, they reached the hangar where his ship lay miserably, patches of metal here and there, looking like something made in someone's backyard. Some of his things had survived it seemed, his weapons locker lay outside, unopened for the time being, along with his captain's chair, destroyed harness and all.  "Ya don't havta sugar coat it," he spoke harshly, he was angry at himself for letting this happen, but his voice amplified it to those around him. "I can see it's gonna take a long while ta fix." The Tenno was right in a way, it did in fact look better than what he had expected for being in so long. Maybe he was just getting worked up for nothing.

First Encounters of the Odd Kind (@justalittlebitviole-n-t)

Tara clicked her tongue as she heard his footsteps, then got up and walked after him. “O-oh, okay, be careful on that leg! Lean on me if you need to, alright?” She pouted a bit, then started to lead him around, slowly, tongue clicking now and then to keep her mental image fresh.

She showed him around, the dueling room, the mess hall, the main housing system, the obstacle course, and then the hangar. When they arrived, she seemed a little more shy than usual, and the reason was quickly clear. The ship’s hull was in plain sight now, burned, but with obvious places where it had been patched up but not yet repainted. Some of the contents were arranged neatly outside of the hull for repair, and ease of moving around inside. Not all of it looked burnt or destroyed. 

"And there she is..in not too bad of a shape, considering she’s only been being in for repairs for this long…"