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The Captain made no move to approach, made no more steps to close the gap between then though his eyes did flicker to the other’s grip on his rifle...Rahn knew he could withstand at least o n e shot and if Myriks d i d see fit to shoot him Rahn would run...

But, the sound of gun fire never came.

Instead his name was rasped out from behind the other’s ether mask, drawing Rahn’s eyes back up to Myriks’ face.

“Yes, Myr....Rahn.”

He kept his voice down, his tones as softened as his gravelly words would allow as he took a careful step closer. Three of his arms hung loose at his sides, the fourth still gingerly holding the male’s knife.

“It’s, it’s been an awfully long time Myriks...I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

The Devil maintained a comfortable distance, wanting Myr to close it if he wished rather than force his proximity.

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The armor left no real room for debate.

Nor did the other male’s voice.

“....Myriks...?”

Rahn breathed through his mask, the clatter of his knife against his chest plate cutting off the name on his tongue, the blade slicing a keen line in the crimson enamel of his armor...

“...Myr....?”

He questioned again, stooping slowly to pick up the other’s weapon, holding it carefully in his lower right hand. Like Myriks’ armor it had seen better days....

With a lowly rasped sigh Rahn turned his attention to the plane that Myriks was poised upon, flinching internally at the wear his next course of action would put on his claws the Devil Captain set to climbing up the craft’s frosted side.

Pulling himself up to stand on the dorsal side of the wreck he held his posture loosely, his empty hands where the Exile could see them, the knife held by the spine of the blade with the handle extended to Myriks..

“Myr....it’s me, Rahn....”

His normal tone, raspy and often lazily sharp had taken a somewhat softer edge, his eyes shifting slowly along Myriks’ frame...If the other saw fit to shoot him, Rahn wouldn’t quite blame him....after all, his House was to blame for his lingering limp.

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/ Canon Divergent Destiny Eliksni Captain

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A soft plume of steam vented with a muted hiss from the left side of his mask, his inner most eyes blinking slowly, then the outer most... a sign he was board in the early, late winter dawn.

Below him, leaning against the leg of the Walker, was one of his Dregs, the only other individual of his small war-band who was an insomniac that chronically suffered the irritating condition. 

His left eyes watched her, glowing softly in the pale golden light, as she rasped a small sharpening stone down the edge of one of her Shock Daggers... It wouldn’t be long till she became a Vandal, just like all the other Dregs he found himself looking after.... Rahn supposed if he had anything he could pride himself on it was his success rate at providing well built and well adjusted individuals for promotion.

“....Keep watch Lliiza....Radio, if need be.....I’m going for a walk....”

The Captain rumbled softly to the female below as he slid down the Tank’s back to the top of it’s head. She offered a pause in her work, a brief glance and a tired reply of acceptance before she went back to sharpening her weapon as he plodded slowly off towards the Mothyards...

It wasn’t just boredom that drove him to wander, it was a notification he’d gotten a few days ago from another Captain that the Guardian Killer was in the area...honestly it was a report he found amusing... After all this time, he thought the others would know to bypass the ex-Wolf Archon, but then again there was always that O N E meat headed idiot in every group that just H A D to flex every other muscle aside from his brain...

Another sigh hazed the cold air as he wound his way towards the sight of the contact. Sure snow had filled in the scuffle and hid the blood but if he l o o k e d hard enough and let his imagination wander he could almost see the dance his ‘friends’ and the Warlock engaged in.

His ether mask hid his amusement, while he had read the account from Raxxiar’s report he knew, somehow, that it wasn’t as in his favor as he touted and as his mind and eyes wandered he caught sight of the softly filled in foot prints that lead away from the scene, shaded from the past few blizzards they weren’t completely hidden and now that he s e e n them it was hard to ignore them.

The Guardian’s smaller cloven foot falls were easy to tell from those of his kind and as he followed them he chuckled lowly when he realized exactly when she’d ditched Raxxiar and his underlings. If the other Captain had continued left instead of right he’d have run right into her...

Looking up from the markings still faint in the snow something caught Rahn’s attention.

Movement, the swish of a cape passing between two wrecked craft, the colour seemed oddly, familiar...

“....No......could it...?”

With as much stealth as one could muster on ice crusted snow the Devil Captain padded slowly towards where the figure was just standing, sure enough fresh foot prints were stamped into the snow and when he lifted his head he saw no one there.

Blinking his inner set, then his outer set, he eased to his feet, moving slowly down the hall created by the decaying planes, a slight shake of his head to dislodge his hopes of who it may be, the disappointment over the likely hood of it being another Devil sinking in like a lead weight as he stepped into the open...

Only to sight the other individual’s back...

The figure froze him in place more so than the icy bite of the Winter wind that now ripped noisily at his own cloak....

If his crunching footsteps didn’t alert the other Eliksni then surly the snapping of his cloak in the wind would....