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nexus_crossings2020-02-07 10:04 pm
legendary_titan) wrote in nexus_crossings2020-02-07 10:04 pm
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[[ooc: Saint's Navigation post is here! If there is any Russian speakers playing here, I'm using google translate, so I apologize if anything he says is incorrect! I won't mind at all if anyone corrects me! I love languages and learning about them. As an added note, I'll add what he said in English at the bottom of the post.]]
With a rustle of plate armor, Saint-14 sat up and looked around. He was currently sitting in a snowbank in what appeared to be a wooded area. Bewildered, his helmeted head looked this way and that as he tried to figure out where he was. It definitely wasn't where he was before. Wherever this was, it was heading into evening, and it was cold and snowing. Looking up instantly told him that he wasn't in the Last City, for there was no sign of the looming shape of the Traveler up above him.
Instantly wary, the Titan levered to his feet, straightening to his formidable height. Last he recalled, he had been in the Tower Hanger...how did he get here? He tried opening communications but received no signal. His Ghost apparently was as flummoxed as he was. The most important thing was that there weren't any nearby threats.
Not bothering to unsling the large shotgun on his back, Saint strode off through the snow. There appeared to be some sort of path, so perhaps he was near a settlement.
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Saint stood on the edge of the plaza, staring at the large assortment of partially snow covered couches, benches and tables. Large vidscreens were playing videos and playing announcements by the looks of it. There were people walking about of various shapes and sizes...and species that he didn’t recognize.
”Bozhe moi…” He muttered. “Gde ya, chert voz'mi?” It was only the fact that no one was trying to kill him or each other, that he didn’t pull his weapon. In fact, people were just going about their business as if nothing was amiss.
Once again, the Titan found himself far from home. After being in the Infinite Forest for so long, it was nice to find himself in a place that wasn’t a constant fight for survival. Next step would obviously be, ask around and find out where he was and find a place to warm up and regroup. Not paying any mind to the snow covering parts of his armor, Saint strode off through the plaza to do just that.
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Later, Saint-14 found himself in a nearby Cafe; sitting at a table in a corner (and almost looking comically too big for it) and looking through multiple pamphlets. After talking to various locals, he had been directed to where he could warm up and find the information he would need. Some info was very interesting - and some shocking. Especially when finding out that this was a different dimension. However the fact he could freely travel between here and his own world via what was called a PINpoint, put him more at ease.
When he came across the info about the Fallen living in the wilds, the Titan surged to his feet, nearly upending the table. He gingerly sat back down after a few moments (and noting the stares) - reading through the pamphlet again while quietly containing his knee jerk fury. Those bastards. After reading about some sort of truce, he crumpled up the paper in his fist before dumping it onto the table in furious disgust.
It took several minutes for him to calm himself, looking down at the other pamphlets on the table. He might as well follow the advice that he had read in one of them. He uttered a deep sigh, speaking up to the groups of people moving through the cafe at large.
“How far are you willing to go, to fight for the places and people that you love?” He spoke up, feeling kind of strange for just randomly speaking up to no one in particular. Despite his intimidating appearance, the deep voice coming out of the crested helmet was warm and kind; very heavily laced with a Russian accent. “Are you willing to stand up and defend your home and protect it?”
[[ooc: Russian translation: "Oh my god. Where the hell am I?"]]
With a rustle of plate armor, Saint-14 sat up and looked around. He was currently sitting in a snowbank in what appeared to be a wooded area. Bewildered, his helmeted head looked this way and that as he tried to figure out where he was. It definitely wasn't where he was before. Wherever this was, it was heading into evening, and it was cold and snowing. Looking up instantly told him that he wasn't in the Last City, for there was no sign of the looming shape of the Traveler up above him.
Instantly wary, the Titan levered to his feet, straightening to his formidable height. Last he recalled, he had been in the Tower Hanger...how did he get here? He tried opening communications but received no signal. His Ghost apparently was as flummoxed as he was. The most important thing was that there weren't any nearby threats.
Not bothering to unsling the large shotgun on his back, Saint strode off through the snow. There appeared to be some sort of path, so perhaps he was near a settlement.
Saint stood on the edge of the plaza, staring at the large assortment of partially snow covered couches, benches and tables. Large vidscreens were playing videos and playing announcements by the looks of it. There were people walking about of various shapes and sizes...and species that he didn’t recognize.
”Bozhe moi…” He muttered. “Gde ya, chert voz'mi?” It was only the fact that no one was trying to kill him or each other, that he didn’t pull his weapon. In fact, people were just going about their business as if nothing was amiss.
Once again, the Titan found himself far from home. After being in the Infinite Forest for so long, it was nice to find himself in a place that wasn’t a constant fight for survival. Next step would obviously be, ask around and find out where he was and find a place to warm up and regroup. Not paying any mind to the snow covering parts of his armor, Saint strode off through the plaza to do just that.
Later, Saint-14 found himself in a nearby Cafe; sitting at a table in a corner (and almost looking comically too big for it) and looking through multiple pamphlets. After talking to various locals, he had been directed to where he could warm up and find the information he would need. Some info was very interesting - and some shocking. Especially when finding out that this was a different dimension. However the fact he could freely travel between here and his own world via what was called a PINpoint, put him more at ease.
When he came across the info about the Fallen living in the wilds, the Titan surged to his feet, nearly upending the table. He gingerly sat back down after a few moments (and noting the stares) - reading through the pamphlet again while quietly containing his knee jerk fury. Those bastards. After reading about some sort of truce, he crumpled up the paper in his fist before dumping it onto the table in furious disgust.
It took several minutes for him to calm himself, looking down at the other pamphlets on the table. He might as well follow the advice that he had read in one of them. He uttered a deep sigh, speaking up to the groups of people moving through the cafe at large.
“How far are you willing to go, to fight for the places and people that you love?” He spoke up, feeling kind of strange for just randomly speaking up to no one in particular. Despite his intimidating appearance, the deep voice coming out of the crested helmet was warm and kind; very heavily laced with a Russian accent. “Are you willing to stand up and defend your home and protect it?”
[[ooc: Russian translation: "Oh my god. Where the hell am I?"]]
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"There is more Guardians here than expected. I should have known considering the beacon I picked up earlier." His Ghost spoke up quietly on his personal comm channel. Saint hm'ed slightly, also pleased about that. The more the merrier in his opinion. Maybe they could all work out something about those damned Fallen in the wilds.
"Ah, good answer my friend." He said happily in response to the Exo's answer, though he paused at her words with hidden amusement. After a few moments of silence, he couldn't help but chuckle before he stood up, reaching out a hand to shake.
"Saint-14. Nice to meet you Titan." He said warmly, accented voice laced with open humor. "What's this about a statue??" The thought that someone would put up a statue of him caught him by surprise. If anyone should get a statue it was the brave Guardian who saved his life.
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“Good one! Blaze-37, Sunbreaker Order. Glad I found you out here, ‘Saint’-“ She almost winks at him but at this point her Ghost floats close enough to hiss her name into her audio, demanding attention. Her head snaps around to look at him.
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It really sounds like him!” the Ghost insists as quietly as he can. Blaze stares for a second, and then the pair of them turn to stare at Saint.“You’re not taking me for a skiff ride, are you?” Blaze asks, a lot more uncertainly. “You’re really him?”
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"Of course not." He couldn't hold back a laugh any longer. "Why would I lie about who I am?" He gestured at the seat across from him at the small cafe table. "Come, sit with me. It is good to meet another Titan in this strange place."
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And she'd been a moment away from remarking that she was more of a Wei Ning girl. Thank the Traveller for little Ghosts and their advice.
"I- yeah, of course I will." She's almost giddy- but she remembers to snap a crisp salute before she grabs the back of the chair. Feels like she's a fledgling clunking around in her armor suddenly. But now they can both dwarf the little table with their bulky fieldplate. "It's a real honor to meet you. Just a hell of a surprise on an afternoon's patrol. How'd you wind up in here...?"
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"I arrived here quite by accident." He admitted at the question, spreading his hands. "I found myself sitting in a snowbank in a park not far from here." He gestured at the pamphlets on the table. "I've been reading up on this place. I'm thinking I'll be needing to find myself a PINpoint so I can travel freely between here and home." It was clear the Titan was taking this predicament in stride. Being in the Infinite Forest for so long helped with that considering all the time simulations he had jumped into. A hub universe attached to all kinds of existing worlds wasn't that hard to grasp.
"How long have you been here Blaze?" He wondered curiously. "My Ghost had detected a beacon not long after we arrived. There are more of us here?"
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"Hell, that's easy. We've got dozens of those." Oh, she has so many questions right now. But he does, too, and she's all too eager to help a real hero of the City.
"I've been coming here for... must be six years, now. Time doesn't always line up nice between here and home. Got spat out of spacetime by an angry Hive shrine and landed here. Lucky for Ghost and I, it wasn't hard to get back." But back on topic. "There's half a dozen of us on regular patrol duty now. Restricted access- Commander Zavala has the existence of the Nexus on a need-to-know basis, and we keep the need low. Uh, plus there's at least one other Guardian from a different chronological point around. Got to be careful about that. But it's good. This place needs protecting."
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He rubbed a finger on the bottom edge of his helm as he nodded. Zavala keeping this place on a need to know basis was a logical decision. With the Nexus being a hubworld for various universes, it was imperative to keep possible foes out of it. It was bad enough the Fallen were here.
"Hm...I'm no stranger to different timelines." He chuckled wrily. "I was in the Infinite Forest for so long - suddenly showing up in a place like this is like a vacation. Ha!" Sobering, he leaned forward slightly, forearms on his knees. "I have read about the ah...problem you have in the Wilds." He nodded his head towards the pamphlet that had been crumpled up into a ball in his frustration. "I am only too happy to help you and the other Guardians here."