((Just thought I'd put an open thread where characters can come and go- either for a chat, maybe to find people to team up for a strike or other activities that could lead to people starting other rps- things like that~))
The tower, the last bastion of humanity and the home of the Guardians, their ghosts, and of course the Traveler itself. There was never a point where the Tower wasn't busy, it was a constant- it never stopped bustling with Guardians fresh back from their strikes, their crucible matches, their patrols, Gambit, the list went on and on about where Guardians had been and what they planned on doing next. Zavala was where he always was, being Zavala he never knew how to stop acting all sad yet serious.
Two guardians, in particular, were currently conversing near the vaults, two Warlocks. Both were male, one was human and looked quite tired and done with things yet didn't seem to stop moving despite how tired he looked, speaking of looks he looked rather young for a Guardian, looking only to be towards his late teens. He had died when he was young, and every time he was revived it reverted his body back to the way it was when he was first revived. He was petite, had a bit of curve around his hips giving him a pear shape. He had blonde hair but it was mostly hidden by his robe hood. He was about five foot five in terms of height.
The second was an exo, had his hood down, it had an orange head with a red seven stamped to its forehead, though if one were to ask it- its name did not end with a seven. Not yet anyway. The exo was much taller than his warlock companion, being a whole foot taller than the other warlock. The two were conversing about their own personal goals they had set on today, the two had not gone together but rather had gone on different missions and then come back at around the same by coincidence. The human male had been running Crucible matches while the Exo had been helping Ana on Mars with Rasputin due to his own connections with the Earth Rasputin mind.
The tower, the last bastion of humanity and the home of the Guardians, their ghosts, and of course the Traveler itself. There was never a point where the Tower wasn't busy, it was a constant- it never stopped bustling with Guardians fresh back from their strikes, their crucible matches, their patrols, Gambit, the list went on and on about where Guardians had been and what they planned on doing next. Zavala was where he always was, being Zavala he never knew how to stop acting all sad yet serious.
Two guardians, in particular, were currently conversing near the vaults, two Warlocks. Both were male, one was human and looked quite tired and done with things yet didn't seem to stop moving despite how tired he looked, speaking of looks he looked rather young for a Guardian, looking only to be towards his late teens. He had died when he was young, and every time he was revived it reverted his body back to the way it was when he was first revived. He was petite, had a bit of curve around his hips giving him a pear shape. He had blonde hair but it was mostly hidden by his robe hood. He was about five foot five in terms of height.
The second was an exo, had his hood down, it had an orange head with a red seven stamped to its forehead, though if one were to ask it- its name did not end with a seven. Not yet anyway. The exo was much taller than his warlock companion, being a whole foot taller than the other warlock. The two were conversing about their own personal goals they had set on today, the two had not gone together but rather had gone on different missions and then come back at around the same by coincidence. The human male had been running Crucible matches while the Exo had been helping Ana on Mars with Rasputin due to his own connections with the Earth Rasputin mind.
( sounds good to me! )
Transmatting into the Tower is always the fun part. Saber-3 finds himself testing how close he can get to the edge of the transmat location before he falls off, and it becomes a recurring challenge to himself much to his Ghost's dismay. Regardless, it is this time that he dares to try and go for a transmat right onto the edge, and it only takes him a moment before he has to roll -- making sure he didn't fall to an unfortunate death is part of the fun, and for the sake of Talon's sanity as a Ghost.
It's Phoenix who transmats with grace -- a gentle landing on her feet, her Warlock abilities sustaining a gentle glide as she lands beside Saber... Who, she notes, has sprawled out on the ground laughing because of his poor landing skills. She gives a chuckle at her teammate's ridiculousness. Arcturus, her own Ghost, watches in confusion.
After the Exo lifts himself off the ground with a triumphant look on his face, it is the Awoken who instead notices two Guardians conversing nearby. She sees an opportunity to invite them into their fireteam for a time; Saber almost argues, but he recognizes that there is no way that the two of them could do everything they want to on their own. The Hunter gives her a glance, a glint in his optic, before jogging over to see what these two were up to.
Saber, in appearance, Has black steel plating and carbon fibre mesh underneath, his optics an electric blue -- which is interesting to see contrast against the white, red and black outfit he adorns, cloak almost dragging across the ground due to its length. There is an uncanny resemblance to Cayde's own, however much newer.
Phoenix, however, has a light blue complexion with pure white markings on her face. Her eyes are where she gets her name besides her Dawnblade ability -- a piercing bright orange, warm and welcoming and yet hinting to a certain degree of danger. Her hair is in a bob shape and coloured a deep blue, and all of which is contrasted with her outfit which is a deep purple. One may notice the Dragonfly pattern of her robes.
Out of the two, Saber is the first to speak -- he leans on something near them, an optic ridge raised, questioning tone to his voice.
"Hey, haven't seen you two around. Maybe I've been doing too much Gambit lately, and you're not into that kinda thing? Oh, where are my manners. I'm Saber-3! Also known as Saber, Sabes, or 'what are you doing you fool don't run into the enemy lines'. And this here," he gives a smile in his optics as he gestures to Phoenix, "is my teammate, Phoenix Madal. Also known as Nix or Titania. We've been in and out doing our own thing, but we're looking for cool new people to hang out with!"
A pause.
"... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand maybe help us out in a Raid in the future?"
Transmatting into the Tower is always the fun part. Saber-3 finds himself testing how close he can get to the edge of the transmat location before he falls off, and it becomes a recurring challenge to himself much to his Ghost's dismay. Regardless, it is this time that he dares to try and go for a transmat right onto the edge, and it only takes him a moment before he has to roll -- making sure he didn't fall to an unfortunate death is part of the fun, and for the sake of Talon's sanity as a Ghost.
It's Phoenix who transmats with grace -- a gentle landing on her feet, her Warlock abilities sustaining a gentle glide as she lands beside Saber... Who, she notes, has sprawled out on the ground laughing because of his poor landing skills. She gives a chuckle at her teammate's ridiculousness. Arcturus, her own Ghost, watches in confusion.
After the Exo lifts himself off the ground with a triumphant look on his face, it is the Awoken who instead notices two Guardians conversing nearby. She sees an opportunity to invite them into their fireteam for a time; Saber almost argues, but he recognizes that there is no way that the two of them could do everything they want to on their own. The Hunter gives her a glance, a glint in his optic, before jogging over to see what these two were up to.
Saber, in appearance, Has black steel plating and carbon fibre mesh underneath, his optics an electric blue -- which is interesting to see contrast against the white, red and black outfit he adorns, cloak almost dragging across the ground due to its length. There is an uncanny resemblance to Cayde's own, however much newer.
Phoenix, however, has a light blue complexion with pure white markings on her face. Her eyes are where she gets her name besides her Dawnblade ability -- a piercing bright orange, warm and welcoming and yet hinting to a certain degree of danger. Her hair is in a bob shape and coloured a deep blue, and all of which is contrasted with her outfit which is a deep purple. One may notice the Dragonfly pattern of her robes.
Out of the two, Saber is the first to speak -- he leans on something near them, an optic ridge raised, questioning tone to his voice.
"Hey, haven't seen you two around. Maybe I've been doing too much Gambit lately, and you're not into that kinda thing? Oh, where are my manners. I'm Saber-3! Also known as Saber, Sabes, or 'what are you doing you fool don't run into the enemy lines'. And this here," he gives a smile in his optics as he gestures to Phoenix, "is my teammate, Phoenix Madal. Also known as Nix or Titania. We've been in and out doing our own thing, but we're looking for cool new people to hang out with!"
A pause.
"... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand maybe help us out in a Raid in the future?"
The two guardians were adorned in rather conflicting colored armor, the Exo had more bright and glittery colors, purples and pinks. The human had more black with red accents, most of his armor originating from the Prison of Elders back before it had been critically damaged and most of the convicts got out, again.
"Go back to the Cosmodrome?" The human whispered tilting his head slowly as he blinked a few times. "...Now I'm... not one to talk normally about doing stupid things-" He started letting out a gentle sigh as he recalled a lot of then. "But Zavala made it very clear no one is allowed back there indefinitely. And you know how he gets." Holt made sure to keep his voice down, the exo hadn't spoken once yet. However, eventually shook his head and let out a soft robotic sigh. "...Zavala never does anything. He is all talk, he likes to sit and do nothing." The exo's deep voice stated coldly clearly not having much respect for the Vanguard member in question.
The human rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "What...would you even do?" He asked while leaning slightly against the vaults, tapping his foot with a curious gaze as Monarch shrugged. "Converse with Rasputin, like I always do. His Earth mind doesn't have the prying eyes of the Vanguard, and Ana doesn't let me see him on Mars without her being there to watch everything I do." The exo shook his head and turned his gaze for a moment, just in time to see the approaching Guardians. "Eyes up." The exo whispered quickly, his mouthpiece glowed a darker orange with every word he spoke.
The human spun around in time to see two Guardians walking towards them, blinking a few times as he slowly put his hands behind his back and took a step back letting his Exo companion stand in front, clearly a little on the shy side or perhaps just not used to conversing with people he didn't know. When the exo began to speak, at the titles given Holt suddenly gave out a soft little laugh. "That last one sounds like my ghost..." He mused softly and somewhat shyly, Holt was never great at interacting with others off the battlefield, he had much more confidence when he had something covering his face and a gun in his hands.
As they finished introducing themselves, the Exo spoke as he motioned towards himself. "My name is Monarch Three." Monarch said calmly slowly motioning his hands to Holt, who spoke for himself. "My name is Holt." He said happily seeming a bit better now as he stood up proudly. Having Monarch there was helpful, as he could lead the conversation on his behalf and he'd just add to things.
"As for gambit, I do sometimes partake in the activity." Monarch stated neutrally. "Though, likely not as often as you." The exo further added before placing his hands behind his back. "I am mostly on patrol, typically on Mars. So unless you go there often it might explain why you haven't seen me, I sometimes stay out for weeks." The exo again stated neutrally as he looked over to Holt for half a second who spoke. "I'm normally... doing strikes or crucible myself." The human warlock always tried to keep himself busy, kept his mind at ease.
Both Warlocks looked at each other for a moment, before looking back to them as Holt suddenly grinned and nodded. "Yes, yes I would enjoy joining a raiding party!" The warlock excitedly proclaimed as Monarch stayed quiet for a moment before slowly nodded. "...If I am not busy at that current moment in the future, then I will be glad to assist you." The Exo stated slowly folding his arms, as he looked towards Pheonix. "What of you? What activities do you normally partake in?" The exo stroked his chin slowly, tilting his head slightly as he waited for a response.
"Go back to the Cosmodrome?" The human whispered tilting his head slowly as he blinked a few times. "...Now I'm... not one to talk normally about doing stupid things-" He started letting out a gentle sigh as he recalled a lot of then. "But Zavala made it very clear no one is allowed back there indefinitely. And you know how he gets." Holt made sure to keep his voice down, the exo hadn't spoken once yet. However, eventually shook his head and let out a soft robotic sigh. "...Zavala never does anything. He is all talk, he likes to sit and do nothing." The exo's deep voice stated coldly clearly not having much respect for the Vanguard member in question.
The human rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "What...would you even do?" He asked while leaning slightly against the vaults, tapping his foot with a curious gaze as Monarch shrugged. "Converse with Rasputin, like I always do. His Earth mind doesn't have the prying eyes of the Vanguard, and Ana doesn't let me see him on Mars without her being there to watch everything I do." The exo shook his head and turned his gaze for a moment, just in time to see the approaching Guardians. "Eyes up." The exo whispered quickly, his mouthpiece glowed a darker orange with every word he spoke.
The human spun around in time to see two Guardians walking towards them, blinking a few times as he slowly put his hands behind his back and took a step back letting his Exo companion stand in front, clearly a little on the shy side or perhaps just not used to conversing with people he didn't know. When the exo began to speak, at the titles given Holt suddenly gave out a soft little laugh. "That last one sounds like my ghost..." He mused softly and somewhat shyly, Holt was never great at interacting with others off the battlefield, he had much more confidence when he had something covering his face and a gun in his hands.
As they finished introducing themselves, the Exo spoke as he motioned towards himself. "My name is Monarch Three." Monarch said calmly slowly motioning his hands to Holt, who spoke for himself. "My name is Holt." He said happily seeming a bit better now as he stood up proudly. Having Monarch there was helpful, as he could lead the conversation on his behalf and he'd just add to things.
"As for gambit, I do sometimes partake in the activity." Monarch stated neutrally. "Though, likely not as often as you." The exo further added before placing his hands behind his back. "I am mostly on patrol, typically on Mars. So unless you go there often it might explain why you haven't seen me, I sometimes stay out for weeks." The exo again stated neutrally as he looked over to Holt for half a second who spoke. "I'm normally... doing strikes or crucible myself." The human warlock always tried to keep himself busy, kept his mind at ease.
Both Warlocks looked at each other for a moment, before looking back to them as Holt suddenly grinned and nodded. "Yes, yes I would enjoy joining a raiding party!" The warlock excitedly proclaimed as Monarch stayed quiet for a moment before slowly nodded. "...If I am not busy at that current moment in the future, then I will be glad to assist you." The Exo stated slowly folding his arms, as he looked towards Pheonix. "What of you? What activities do you normally partake in?" The exo stroked his chin slowly, tilting his head slightly as he waited for a response.
Pyre-5 did not particularly enjoy the sessions, but they were required to keep his life stable. The recent Vex additions had begun to take their toll on him, resulting in multiple visits to Asher Mir, a fellow Vex amputee, who had studied ways to keep himself from suffering corruption. His Ghost, Sirius, followed close behind, still in some pain from the session, as he walked to the courtyard. His Vex implaments stood out to the other Guardians, clashing violently with his dented red and black “skin,” despite his attempts to paint them in that fashion. Sirius had told him to ignore the stares, but that couldn’t stop him from hearing the others talking behind his back, some afraid and others judging him based on what the machines had done to him. His Fireteam had left to perform a mission, telling him to “relax and recover,” though he still wished he was out there instead of stuck behind walls. Now he knew how Cayde-6 felt. He stopped near the conversing Guardians, trying to hear their discussion, but with only little luck. Sighing, he sat down next to the railing overlooking the Last City and the Traveler, his own little meditation space granted for recovery and thought. He sat still, the storm within him raging, as he cleared his mind.
Phoenix gives a soft smile to the two, her eyes glancing from the young human to the Exo who questions her. She gives pause as her hands fidget, interlocking with each other, a habit she has formed since her time as a Guardian.
"I dedicate my time to the Crucible -- helping Kinderguardians find their way, teaching them how to hone their skills and how to utilize their Light." She chuckles softly. "Shaxx is... Insistent, however, that I'm not so soft on them when they are having their learning experience. But I enjoy teaching them what I know from my many years of life, even if such wisdom pales in comparison to Ikora."
"Pssh, c'mon, Nix," Saber nudges her playfully, blue optics cycling with a teasing glint, "you have way more wisdom than the rest of our fireteam. I mean, you're the one who told us not to run into that Raid with just two people in the team at the time... Which, yeah, you were right, should not have done that." He laughs, quietly and with a nervous tone, knowing full well that he was one of the two that was determined to complete a Raid with two people. "But yeah, she's always in the Crucible. I just prefer the whole setup of Gambit. Never been too good against other Guardians."
Phoenix rolls her eyes, but gives him a gentle nudge in return.
There's a beat of silence before the Awoken steps forward, casually ignoring her other fireteam member in favor of talking to the two strangers. She tries to make herself seem as approachable as possible -- a gentle smile crosses her face as she rests her hands in front of her, softened look and a caring tone in her voice, almost a habit she had developed.
"Saber and I would deeply appreciate it if you were to both accompany us in a raiding party. It would make... Four of six? Saber," she pauses and turns to the Hunter, "did you check if Dionysus-7 was interested in joining us?"
"Oh, uh," Saber laughs for a moment, "yeah? He didn't give a straight answer. Just take it as a yes, he always joins in on a good raid."
"Then it will be five of six." She turns back to the two Warlocks and gives a bow to them both. "Even if you think you cannot make it to our raid, your acceptance of the offer is greatly appreciated. To be quite honest, we haven't picked a date of the raid we will go on, but... Well, Saber is rather keen about the idea. He's the one hoping things go well, everything considered."
She notices the peculiar Guardian out of the corner of her eye, and grows curious; Phoenix spares a glance back to the others.
"I apologize, may I leave the conversation momentarily?"
"What, someone need ya for something, Nix? Is Arcturus nagging you again?"
"Do not fret, Saber. I won't be long."
She bows once more to the two Guardians before walking to the Guardian by the rails, stopping just beside him, glancing into the distance. She doesn't feel the need to say anything -- not yet, she thinks.
Saber, on the other hand, shifts his weight onto one leg, crossing his arms, but with that playful glint in his optics. "Well, there she goes, I guess."
"I dedicate my time to the Crucible -- helping Kinderguardians find their way, teaching them how to hone their skills and how to utilize their Light." She chuckles softly. "Shaxx is... Insistent, however, that I'm not so soft on them when they are having their learning experience. But I enjoy teaching them what I know from my many years of life, even if such wisdom pales in comparison to Ikora."
"Pssh, c'mon, Nix," Saber nudges her playfully, blue optics cycling with a teasing glint, "you have way more wisdom than the rest of our fireteam. I mean, you're the one who told us not to run into that Raid with just two people in the team at the time... Which, yeah, you were right, should not have done that." He laughs, quietly and with a nervous tone, knowing full well that he was one of the two that was determined to complete a Raid with two people. "But yeah, she's always in the Crucible. I just prefer the whole setup of Gambit. Never been too good against other Guardians."
Phoenix rolls her eyes, but gives him a gentle nudge in return.
There's a beat of silence before the Awoken steps forward, casually ignoring her other fireteam member in favor of talking to the two strangers. She tries to make herself seem as approachable as possible -- a gentle smile crosses her face as she rests her hands in front of her, softened look and a caring tone in her voice, almost a habit she had developed.
"Saber and I would deeply appreciate it if you were to both accompany us in a raiding party. It would make... Four of six? Saber," she pauses and turns to the Hunter, "did you check if Dionysus-7 was interested in joining us?"
"Oh, uh," Saber laughs for a moment, "yeah? He didn't give a straight answer. Just take it as a yes, he always joins in on a good raid."
"Then it will be five of six." She turns back to the two Warlocks and gives a bow to them both. "Even if you think you cannot make it to our raid, your acceptance of the offer is greatly appreciated. To be quite honest, we haven't picked a date of the raid we will go on, but... Well, Saber is rather keen about the idea. He's the one hoping things go well, everything considered."
She notices the peculiar Guardian out of the corner of her eye, and grows curious; Phoenix spares a glance back to the others.
"I apologize, may I leave the conversation momentarily?"
"What, someone need ya for something, Nix? Is Arcturus nagging you again?"
"Do not fret, Saber. I won't be long."
She bows once more to the two Guardians before walking to the Guardian by the rails, stopping just beside him, glancing into the distance. She doesn't feel the need to say anything -- not yet, she thinks.
Saber, on the other hand, shifts his weight onto one leg, crossing his arms, but with that playful glint in his optics. "Well, there she goes, I guess."
Pyre noticed the Warlock beside him, but was certain not to express emotion. “Come to gawk at the monster, have you,” he mused, “to mock and hate what I have become? What THEY have done to ME?” Feeling that the storm was becoming more fierce, he calmed himself, trying to contain it. “I don’t blame you,” he sighed, “at least it’ll be to my face rather than behind my back for once.” He still remembered the agony he was put through, the suffering he had endured at the claws of those monsters; his arm, his legs, half of his face, torn off by their Slap Rifles, dragged before that Axis Mind. He could still hear his pained screams, the laughter of Thyrkeon as his limbs were replaced, ‘upgraded’ with their technology, Radiolaria fusing with his ‘blood’, flowing in his veins. The brand still burned from that time, a reminder that he could not escape, that he was theirs, an experiment tossed back to the Guardians, a warning of the power the Vex now had. An outcast, he was, a shattered Lightborn, fused with Darkness. He was alone.
Monarch seemed to let out an amused scoff, at first it might have been considered some kind of mocking jester to some, but his next words would clear the air. "Do they constantly complain about 'certain weapons' killing them way faster than their weapons?" Monarch questioned slowly tilting his head to the side as Holt frowned a little, and looked at Monarch. Pouting as he put his hands on his hips. "That was one time," Holt muttered, though his tone seemed somewhat amused despite his facial expression as the Exo looked down at him, and chuckled a little. "One time too many." He stated before messing up Holt's hair slightly as he cringed. "H-hay it takes forever for it to behave, don't encourage it being messy!" The young human warlock quickly protested which did make Monarch stop as Holt pouted and began to try and fix it.
"Though, back to the topic at hand-" Monarch stated looking at Pheonix. "It is a very noble thing to do, many are often lost during their first times in the Crucible, unsure what to do. And Shaxx's yelling is not exactly very helpful at times of great stress or confusion." Monarch stated matter of factly, his gaze slowly wandering to Holt before going back to Pheonix.
Holt snickered a little at Saber's comment and slowly stroked his chin. "I'd call that more common sense really." The warlock playfully teased him when he stated Pheonix was the reason they didn't jump into a Raid as a group of two people. Monarch nodded slowly and leaned back slightly on his feet. "I am often, busy. With other matters, I do not get much time for Crucible or Gambit, or Vanguard activities." Looking over to where Zavala was standing Monarch stared for a few moments, before looking back. "Zavala is the only who really gets annoyed with that, Shaxx just tries to encourage more crucible matches and The Drifter-" Monarch paused as if searching for a word as Holt spoke. "He is as laid back as laid back gets." Holt chimed in helping his friend out.
As the Awoken approached Holt looked up slightly at her with a friendly smile, he was shorter than a lot of people but it was nice to be approached by someone who didn't make him feel extremely short. Hanging around Monarch so much made him feel like a child due to how often he had to look straight up at him to see his face.
At the comment of them being appreciative if they would join Holt nodded. "Of course! Always ready and eager to stomp out the darkness!" Holt proclaimed with enthusiasm, his shyness seeming to have vanished rather quickly by now. Monarch nodded, though didn't speak feeling his eager companion had expressed it better than he himself could.
Holt gave her a thumbs up. "Well I can make it for sure- I don't ever have any set in stone plans!" Holt expressed excitedly before Monarch chimed in. "If I cannot attend when the date is set, I will see if I can get one of our other friends to join in my place." Monarch stated matter of factly as he Holt swayed side to side with a goofy smile on his face. It was almost kind of sad, cause it was pretty clear it be hard for many if any enemies or fellow guardians to take the five foot five, childish looking guardian seriously.
Monarch looked over when she mentioned leaving the conversation, noting the rather odd looking Guardian for a moment before looking back to her and nodding. "Of course." The warlock already knew what she was planning on doing.
When Saber mentioned 'there she goes' Monarch looked over at him and nodded. "Indeed." was all he stated as Holt smiled, looking at Saber a few times before gasping. "Haaaay you guys both end in a three!" The male stated excitedly as Monarch looked over at the younger shorter Guardian and then to Saber, and then back to Holt, "Yes, Holt I was aware." The Guardian stated somewhat bluntly but with a hint of amusement due to how excited Holt had gotten over such a niche coincidence.
"So, tell me, Saber." Monarch began, folding his arms slowly. "What could you tell me about the Guardian mentioned there, the one who goes by the name of Dionysus seven. If he might just show up at the Raid encounter, I'd appreciate knowing who they are and what they act like." Monarch asked politely as he pressed the tips of his fingers together, Holt just eagerly looked between the two not able to really think of anything to add, so he'd just listen.
"Though, back to the topic at hand-" Monarch stated looking at Pheonix. "It is a very noble thing to do, many are often lost during their first times in the Crucible, unsure what to do. And Shaxx's yelling is not exactly very helpful at times of great stress or confusion." Monarch stated matter of factly, his gaze slowly wandering to Holt before going back to Pheonix.
Holt snickered a little at Saber's comment and slowly stroked his chin. "I'd call that more common sense really." The warlock playfully teased him when he stated Pheonix was the reason they didn't jump into a Raid as a group of two people. Monarch nodded slowly and leaned back slightly on his feet. "I am often, busy. With other matters, I do not get much time for Crucible or Gambit, or Vanguard activities." Looking over to where Zavala was standing Monarch stared for a few moments, before looking back. "Zavala is the only who really gets annoyed with that, Shaxx just tries to encourage more crucible matches and The Drifter-" Monarch paused as if searching for a word as Holt spoke. "He is as laid back as laid back gets." Holt chimed in helping his friend out.
As the Awoken approached Holt looked up slightly at her with a friendly smile, he was shorter than a lot of people but it was nice to be approached by someone who didn't make him feel extremely short. Hanging around Monarch so much made him feel like a child due to how often he had to look straight up at him to see his face.
At the comment of them being appreciative if they would join Holt nodded. "Of course! Always ready and eager to stomp out the darkness!" Holt proclaimed with enthusiasm, his shyness seeming to have vanished rather quickly by now. Monarch nodded, though didn't speak feeling his eager companion had expressed it better than he himself could.
Holt gave her a thumbs up. "Well I can make it for sure- I don't ever have any set in stone plans!" Holt expressed excitedly before Monarch chimed in. "If I cannot attend when the date is set, I will see if I can get one of our other friends to join in my place." Monarch stated matter of factly as he Holt swayed side to side with a goofy smile on his face. It was almost kind of sad, cause it was pretty clear it be hard for many if any enemies or fellow guardians to take the five foot five, childish looking guardian seriously.
Monarch looked over when she mentioned leaving the conversation, noting the rather odd looking Guardian for a moment before looking back to her and nodding. "Of course." The warlock already knew what she was planning on doing.
When Saber mentioned 'there she goes' Monarch looked over at him and nodded. "Indeed." was all he stated as Holt smiled, looking at Saber a few times before gasping. "Haaaay you guys both end in a three!" The male stated excitedly as Monarch looked over at the younger shorter Guardian and then to Saber, and then back to Holt, "Yes, Holt I was aware." The Guardian stated somewhat bluntly but with a hint of amusement due to how excited Holt had gotten over such a niche coincidence.
"So, tell me, Saber." Monarch began, folding his arms slowly. "What could you tell me about the Guardian mentioned there, the one who goes by the name of Dionysus seven. If he might just show up at the Raid encounter, I'd appreciate knowing who they are and what they act like." Monarch asked politely as he pressed the tips of his fingers together, Holt just eagerly looked between the two not able to really think of anything to add, so he'd just listen.
Saber laughs, giving a look to the younger Guardian. It's coincidence that he's found someone else who has gone through the same number of reboots as he has, but there's a certain un-explainable joy that comes with it. It is just a number after all, but to share it with another Exo who's been through the same things he has? Saber doesn't know how to describe it.
"Yeah, we sure do have the same number. Three's a pretty nice number, huh? Nice 'n' rounded." Saber would be grinning now, given the opportunity. "Not often I find others with three on the end of their name."
He pauses when he hears Monarch ask about Dionysus. He almost hesitates to give the truth about the Titan, but he guesses there'd be no way around it if they were going to meet him on their Raid they were all setting up. He has a feeling that Monarch might not like how Dionysus is.
"Dion? Well, he's a Titan, first of all. It's always good to have at least one on a Raid, right? He's also a Striker or a Sentinel, he switches it up. He'll probably go Striker on this run though, it'll be better." A pause. "He's a bit of a lone wolf and doesn't have his own fireteam, but that's only ever when he goes for Strikes or something like that. He gets along with everything and everyone, and uh. Likes parties a lot. And wine. You'd think he'd be like a mini Zavala, but nah, he's the fun Titan. The only valid Titan I've met, sooooooo..."
And he's saying that from his Hunter point of view.
"Don't worry, he tones it down when he has to. Got one mean metaphorical bone in his body and that's usually directed to the Taken." He gives a glance to Holt, then back to Monarch. "He'll like both of you. Just think of him as a cool friend that's willing to rush into battle if it keeps you out of it, and you're all set."
Saber goes to the edge and leans on the railing, crossing his legs over, optics sparing another glance to the two Warlocks. He remembers Cayde's wise words: never piss off a Warlock.
...
Eh, he hasn't pissed off Phoenix yet. He's fine.
"So! You know Nix 'n' I, and now you know Dion. Why don'tcha tell me a lil about yourselves? I mean, yeah, I know what kinda stuff you get up to, but all the other stuff! The fun details. Should I go first?" Is he speaking too fast? Oh well, too late to stop. "Okay, well, I was rezzed in Old Russia but I don't really remember anything that happened. Probably because I rebooted before the whole Taken War fiasco that happened. Even that was a blur."
"Yeah, we sure do have the same number. Three's a pretty nice number, huh? Nice 'n' rounded." Saber would be grinning now, given the opportunity. "Not often I find others with three on the end of their name."
He pauses when he hears Monarch ask about Dionysus. He almost hesitates to give the truth about the Titan, but he guesses there'd be no way around it if they were going to meet him on their Raid they were all setting up. He has a feeling that Monarch might not like how Dionysus is.
"Dion? Well, he's a Titan, first of all. It's always good to have at least one on a Raid, right? He's also a Striker or a Sentinel, he switches it up. He'll probably go Striker on this run though, it'll be better." A pause. "He's a bit of a lone wolf and doesn't have his own fireteam, but that's only ever when he goes for Strikes or something like that. He gets along with everything and everyone, and uh. Likes parties a lot. And wine. You'd think he'd be like a mini Zavala, but nah, he's the fun Titan. The only valid Titan I've met, sooooooo..."
And he's saying that from his Hunter point of view.
"Don't worry, he tones it down when he has to. Got one mean metaphorical bone in his body and that's usually directed to the Taken." He gives a glance to Holt, then back to Monarch. "He'll like both of you. Just think of him as a cool friend that's willing to rush into battle if it keeps you out of it, and you're all set."
Saber goes to the edge and leans on the railing, crossing his legs over, optics sparing another glance to the two Warlocks. He remembers Cayde's wise words: never piss off a Warlock.
...
Eh, he hasn't pissed off Phoenix yet. He's fine.
"So! You know Nix 'n' I, and now you know Dion. Why don'tcha tell me a lil about yourselves? I mean, yeah, I know what kinda stuff you get up to, but all the other stuff! The fun details. Should I go first?" Is he speaking too fast? Oh well, too late to stop. "Okay, well, I was rezzed in Old Russia but I don't really remember anything that happened. Probably because I rebooted before the whole Taken War fiasco that happened. Even that was a blur."