Times like this, there are perks to being an Exo. To being a machine of engineered resilience and tireless purpose. Times like this are what Blaze was made for. Twice over, in fact.
She’s been patrolling the Nexus for years now- most of the years she remembers, at this point. If nothing else, she’s a familiar sight for many of the refugees, whether they’ve met her in the heat of a previous disaster or just know her as the robot who’s always around. Her armored figure remains a constant now, always on the move, always seeking a task. The Light she carries burns stronger against the cold, restless without her usual outlets for it and warming the air around her. She’s only too eager to answer questions or offer a helping hand to those who ask. Or look like they might ask. Or might have been about to forget to ask.
Unlike other explorers, Blaze has found no battle beyond the torches. Nothing has shown its face to attack her, even while others are found frozen and sometimes headless. It’s the one troubling aspect that breaks her fierce confidence in their chances. A Titan is born to face her enemies head-on. A Guardian is born to die so others need not. To be denied both makes her weapon hand itch and the fire seethe within her.
Just once does she find a quiet spot to hunker down on the floor in a back room, back to the wall and rifle propped beside her, and let herself sleep. Ghost watches over her, ready to flutter a warning to anyone who stumbles in and rouse her if she’s needed.
The rest of the time she’s easy to find, making a point to be out and about when her organic compatriots need to sleep. When she’s not on a mission, she can be found bunched into a corner table at the café, repairing some delicate piece of electronics under Ghost’s supervision, or more often outdoors hauling supplies or shoveling snow, especially after dark. If she’s not at a café table, or on the streets… then very often, especially at night, the Titan will have set her helm on her head and marched out past the torches, rifle at her back and embroidered mark fluttering at her hip. She’s looking for a fight. If anyone else should come across her, however, be it in shelter or on the street or out in the storm, she’ll be quick to lift her hand and voice in greeting to them.
((General non-mission thread if any characters want to talk to Blaze or have an encounter with a restless robot. Unless otherwise specified, I’ll assume all threads take place before the missions are announced.))
Blaze-37 - Guardian on Patrol
She’s been patrolling the Nexus for years now- most of the years she remembers, at this point. If nothing else, she’s a familiar sight for many of the refugees, whether they’ve met her in the heat of a previous disaster or just know her as the robot who’s always around. Her armored figure remains a constant now, always on the move, always seeking a task. The Light she carries burns stronger against the cold, restless without her usual outlets for it and warming the air around her. She’s only too eager to answer questions or offer a helping hand to those who ask. Or look like they might ask. Or might have been about to forget to ask.
Unlike other explorers, Blaze has found no battle beyond the torches. Nothing has shown its face to attack her, even while others are found frozen and sometimes headless. It’s the one troubling aspect that breaks her fierce confidence in their chances. A Titan is born to face her enemies head-on. A Guardian is born to die so others need not. To be denied both makes her weapon hand itch and the fire seethe within her.
Just once does she find a quiet spot to hunker down on the floor in a back room, back to the wall and rifle propped beside her, and let herself sleep. Ghost watches over her, ready to flutter a warning to anyone who stumbles in and rouse her if she’s needed.
The rest of the time she’s easy to find, making a point to be out and about when her organic compatriots need to sleep. When she’s not on a mission, she can be found bunched into a corner table at the café, repairing some delicate piece of electronics under Ghost’s supervision, or more often outdoors hauling supplies or shoveling snow, especially after dark. If she’s not at a café table, or on the streets… then very often, especially at night, the Titan will have set her helm on her head and marched out past the torches, rifle at her back and embroidered mark fluttering at her hip. She’s looking for a fight. If anyone else should come across her, however, be it in shelter or on the street or out in the storm, she’ll be quick to lift her hand and voice in greeting to them.
((General non-mission thread if any characters want to talk to Blaze or have an encounter with a restless robot. Unless otherwise specified, I’ll assume all threads take place before the missions are announced.))