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 my bad but i really don’t know how to reply without erasing my partner’s reply so replies will be on hold even further !

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think about ghosts taking damage BUT NOT FATAL more of a light nudge that jumbles their files and components a little and changes their language settings so they end up talking in a language entirely foreign to their guardian until they’re fixed

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I opened up an open clan today and am still looking for peeps to join! If you’re free clan-wise, feel free to enter and help spread the word!

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( cayde. )

      “ You know, you’re probably right about that. “ Her being terrifying, truth be told, he never saw Ikora fight, only heard stories about how ruthless she was in the crucible and the fame of her shotgun. Cayde wasn’t planning on being on the opposite end of that. “Alright alright, so we’ll do a couple before we take a break, but simple ones… if there are any. “

        ❝ of course i am, ❝ it replied softly, blinking at the warlock in question, who seemed to have all but anticipated the ghost’s gaze to wander in her direction, holding eye contact for a second before the aide quickly glanced back down at the desk. ❝ when are they ever simple? there are some that are easier than others, however. we can do those first. ❝

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ok what is tumblr doing why does it cut my posts like that WHY

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( solarchorale. )

      this time, actually gentle, luther’s gloves close around the ghost, using the hem of her shirt to (mostly) clear its viewport. not a perfect representation of drunkenness, but she’d rather not dip into her middling talent with stormcalling and risk shorting the petit machine out. 

         ❝ lets you forget, for a lil bit. you don’t really mind that the last             time you ate chocolate was over a hundred years ago, or that             your saw your pal’s guts torn through by thrall. it might just be             something you can’t – ‘s-like defragging your disk space. do             you have disk space? course not. light space, or something. ❝

          ❝ yes, please don’t do that again. ❝

   it was hesitant for a brief moment, half expecting another demonstration of a state it had so very obliviously inquired about. however, the improvement of its vision was appreciated, though the ghost would have to find a way to clean its lens properly later on.

           ❝ --a disk space doesn’t really apply, but i think i know what you’re              trying to say. i’ve likely been looking for you since your death-- if               not before that, even. i’ve seen enough that i’d rather forget.              but still-- it seems silly, judging by how some titans sway around               and some hunters have shooting competitions. ❝

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teeny tiny semi-hiatus!

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( hunterxrhunted. )

       “Huh. I thought so,” he grumbled, mocking him playfully, giving himself a shake as all his atoms and molecules rearranged, coming back to settle after being put back together. “Don’t think I didn’t hear ya before,” and he gave a small chuckle and licked his lips behind his visor. “Yeah, I think we got a few loose bits rattlin’ around,” He always stocked up on Heavy Ammo Synths before they left the Tower, just in case.

       “Yeah, a rocket. I ain’t wastin’ my time with this asshole. Rocket launcher please, maestro,” One heavy weapon and one well placed rocket later and Llyr was passed the waiting Phalanx and into the next section of the ship. “Tell ya what, that’s gonna get old if they put ‘em on all the ledges,” and he clucked his tongue as they wandered along. “So, ah. How do you feel about me givin’ you a name? Not like, a nick name, but an actual name, name. Yeah, nah, indifferent?”

       ❝ i had a suspicion. at least now we know what we’re up against, ❝ the ghost chimed, moving around the guardian and nodding its form a little to confirm his thoughts. even though the aide was meant to be of help and focused on the such, a few jests on the side seemed more than bearable and lightened any and all missions-- especially one involving a secret stash set up by cayde. few people could claim to not have suspected such a stunt from the hunter vanguard, after all.

          the rocket launcher materialized and did what it had been designed to do, the ghost following the hunter without another jab of sass to contribute. ❝ it wasn’t overly surprising to begin with, ❝ it agreed, only to look over and at the other a moment later. a name-- it had never truly thought about that. ❝ i never thought about that. i don’t think i would mind-- if you want to give me one. ❝

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( praedith. )

     His lips curve upwards just slightly, a soft but solemn smile,        and a gentle hand brushes it lightly, tilting its shell up when it looks down–        sometimes, he felt like he should have mourned a little more over his friend        but it seemed easier to move on when the feeling numbed along with his body.             [ “ I have long since moved on. My recent freedom                  has me dwelling more on the wonders of change,                  a very welcome distraction.                  Admittedly I would accept a new Ghost in a heartbeat,                  perhaps remaining here would be good for now                  after all that has happened in the Vault.                   Though the sympathy is appreciated,                    there is no need to be sorry, little wanderer,                    keep your eye up —- you’ve your own Guardian to find                    and that will certainly be a celebration in itself. ” ]

    the touch it received was comforting to an odd extend, leaving it glancing back upwards at the other. though the ghost truly did bear sympathies, it seemed easier to brush the thought aside. at least his ghost had found its guardian before meeting its end.

           ❝ if there could be another ghost for you, i’m sure remaining at the               tower would make it easier for it.               a guardian bound to the tower is no benefit for anyone-- including               you.               you should talk to the vanguard about permission to go to earth.               i could come with you and keep looking for leads in the meantime.               there are few places that i haven’t looked for my guardian yet,               but they have to be somewhere, after all. ❝

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( itsaxirin. )

“You’re assuming you’re receiving more than one. Sorry, not totally over that time you got me ganged up on by Cabal because you opened the door too fast.” A wide grin belayed her actual feelings on the matter. After all, she was only teasing. “Glimmer is easy enough to earn should we need it… Though, I’m feeling we should go with a purple one.”

             ❝ i just wanted to point out that they seem very useful-- and pretty. ❝ an absent-minded hum was given, then. ❝ i did warn you to be prepared, though. ❝ an approving spin followed, along with a light chirp of joy. ❝ purple. i think purple would suit me well. ❝

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( solarchorale. )

         ❝ why tell when i can show? ❝ 

with slightly cruel, twisted grin, luther daintily takes the ghost in hand, harshly shakes it around a bit, and smears her thumb on its viewport. 

        ❝ kinda like that, but it takes longer, and it’s            a lot more expensive. ❝

           ❝ show? how would you-- ❝

   the shake it received cut the ghost off, leaving it quietly chirping in distress at the ‘display’ of its inquired state. the smear had it blinking repeatedly, floating about confused and bewildered.

           ❝ --why would anyone even touch alcohol if it’s anything like this?               i cannot see properly! ❝

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          ❝ what does it feel like to be drunk? ❝

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if anyone ever wants to tag along with my low lil titan, my psn is tynkans !

i’m playing on a ps4!

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if anyone ever wants to tag along with my low lil titan, my psn is tynkans !

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     please stop

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( ladyofwxr. )

“You have much to learn then my little friend,” The confession was quiet, her tone pensive and almost sad, a little nostalgic almost, as if thinking back on a time before she had learned that lesson herself.  She hummed and nodded, showing she was listening to it, no him, as she turned him over again gently, grinning a little at the change in his tone, listening to the smile in his voice.  “We’ll go and sort them out in a moment,” A soft assurance as she took her mark between her fingers and gently rubbed at a scratch in his paint work, buffing it out a little.  “I have to make you presentable first,”

It was a gentle fussing, a mothers touch that cradled and held her companion gently, touching over his scratch marks and dents, little signs that showed he was as much in the fight as she was, making notes for her to see to when they arrived back at the Tower. She felt the weight of the work settle on her a moment and she sighed. It was too beautiful a day to let it go by without noticing it for just a moment. Her helmet came off and she rested it next to her before cupping him in both hands.

“It is a beautiful day today,” Another smile and she gently petted him; warm and affectionate.  “I think it would be a shame to let it go by without notice,” The Taken would be there for the fighting later.

      the ghost blinked at the other as it perceived her mutters, though decided not to address the matter further. sometimes, it wondered what it was like to have memories beyond searching and finding, memories of a life without the purpose of fighting the darkness and aiding the light; an independent, free life. there was little the ghost could claim to be opposed to regarding its current life; it had been born to do what it did, and it made it content. fighting the evil that spread through the universe, aiding a hero of light-- those things made the fragment of light happy.

      ❝ am i scratched? is the shell damaged? ❝ came light inquiries, hardly worried and more-so curious about its state. it knew of guardians that took little care of their companions, of guardians that preferred to attempt and see their ghost as a tool. yet it also knew of guardians that would go through hell for their aide, for their friend. sometimes, it had wondered whether the titan considered it the latter or the first-- but at most times, it seemed all too clear.

      it chirped gently, sinking into the other’s hands entirely. ❝ you’re right. ❝ a pause-- its gaze seemed to soften, components shifting a little. ❝ you know, i’m glad that i found you. ❝

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( praedith. )

     He turns to look at the small one more clearly, hands at his sides—-        why was he without one? Though he knows that his own is dead,        why has the Traveler not given him a new one? Was is something unique?        Ghosts were tailored to a specific signature of Light, were they not?        Would it be so hard to create another to a living one? Possibly.         Yes, it’s a curious question and Praedyth is disappointed that he can         only provide the simplest of answers to the little Ghost,         simply raising his shoulders in a small shrug before they drop.              [ “ I have lost my Ghost long ago ( was it long ago? or recently? )                   though a day does not pass by where I do not think of them.                   I miss them dearly and cannot venture far without them. ” ]

      it overcome most second-thoughts, venturing closer to the guardian and moving around his shoulders and head, spinning a few times and observing the other. the aide knew his name, knew parts of his story. words travelled fast amongst guardians, and ghosts shared information with even more ease.

      the response it received had it come to a halt, gaze dropping briefly. it remained in front of the guardian, softly chirping in sympathy; even for a ghost, being separated from one’s guardian was a horrifying thought.

           ❝ ----oh. i’m sorry.               i only knew bits of what happened to you; other ghosts passed on               parts of the story. ❝