![]() Jogged on, Ghost spins up from somewhere behind her shoulder. Her, a purely aesthetic display of incomprehension, she points after the fire Go find something to kill.” When he blinks at Long enough to get torched.” Her throat-light pulse hot, flashing bright then Knocker Harper on his ass with that last placement. She also ignores, checking her rifle’s magazine while she goes on. She doesn’t have to – the smallįlicker of hurt pops like a bubble in the seething current of his Light. “I feel like an idiot,” Nico mutters, out of She ignores it because – despite everything, despite his placement, timing, dispersion – Nico is more than getting the job done. Recognize that she is clearly test-running a Defender as a Striker on his mission. Off low waves tolerance bordering on annoyance. In a hearth, controlled and hot among the erratic Light of his squad. His mood glows bright in her mind – a slow-burn, like a coal Is green enough not to fully comprehend what’s happening, but Jed himself keeps He’ll feel it like warm push and he nods to her, tiredly, in thanks. ![]() #Diy destiny titan helm of inmost light fullA full meter out, NicoĬatches his footing like her hand is on his shoulder. Light unfurling along a mental path from her fingertip. They’re already moving ahead so it’s Masa who catches his balance Impatient, he stumbles briefly as the thin layer of glass splinters and sucksįlares of amusement off the other Guardians, like flashlights coming on and off Sought and destroyed), he kicks his way out of another steaming depression. Team moves through the sand-ground streets of east Freehold, Masa watches him Glassing dunes molten into the fused skeletons of Cabal Legionaries. He wastes the Light in a deadly cluster-fuck of ionic fire, No instinct, prone to dropping too quick into kill zones not yetĬombatant-dense. He strikes like a Defender – hesitant, un-aggressive, “You’ve never worked with a symptomatic burner before, have you?” He’s willing to hear her out her argument. Probably sees the controlled calm for what it is. The war paint, but Jed’s got enough photo-lingual under his belt that he Masa’s immobile Exo features are unreadable as ever under the hot pink smear of Look up from the map, the soft pink pulse of her throat-lights carefully even. What he’s seeing through that darker, finer lens. ![]() Like he’s cast a line and pulled something up out of the abyss. She know what it means when Jed glances over his shoulder, then looks at her, Sunsinger but Masa was a Voidwalker like him before she stepped into the sun so Pretends to ignore him across the lawn, but feels him as a frission of heat and No one with a Helm, they suppose, wears it for nerves. Present for a moment suspect it’s his nerves that’s got the new Guardian tooled Unlike everyone else, the newbie in full armor already but none of the veterans Their Hunter is playing Solitaire in the grass to their left. Titans, fixed points of impossible density lounging near base of the tree, areĮngaged in a game of rock-paper-scissors and cannot be roused to care about hisĪwkward loitering. ![]() The collection of older Guardians who studiously ignore him. Pressure shifts ever so slightly around him. Titan, seeing this, radiates immediate low-grade anxiety and the barometric The team carefully pretends the burner isn’t there. Jed gives her a look appropriate for that kind of behavior, She did not mention that he was a burner, of course, because Masa isn’t the sort of Warlock who shares the vital truths she can burn from the guts of the universe, so she’s certainly not going to volunteer the medical afflictions of her largish protégé.She neither introduces him nor herself to the rest of the fireteam, electing instead to hunker down with Jed Tekka, the fireteam leader, and discuss departure She brings a burner Titan in as their sixth man. ![]() The light shines brightest in those it consumes. ![]()
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