+1 Legend

[legendary_titan]

[[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?"]]

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[dennis_murdoc]

"Uh, yeahhh, but I'm not looking to be recruited," Dennis answers, a bit warily. "It's important for people who can fight to stand up for those who can't."

[skeksisheretic]

"There are other ways to protect besides fighting. There are many fighters here, including a great many of you Guardians. Rather than fight myself, my counterpart urGoh and I choose to enable those who can fight and help them on their way." An old Skeksis looks up from his place in the Cafe, recognizing Guardian armor.

skekGra was once the Conqueror, and his old skills haven't completely left him in the hundreds of trine since he was banished from the Order of the Crystal and declared Heretic by the other Skeksis. However, he doesn't fight, partly to protect urGoh. Their link meant that, if skekGra was reckless, he would be risking the Mystic's life. He also chose to lay down his weapons as part of rejecting his old identity as one of skekSo's enforcers.

"I'm helping animals, and maybe people, too, leave my planet for their own protection. War came to Thra, and the planet's becoming poisoned by an enemy urGoh and I cannot stop. I'm defending them as best I can without picking up weapons myself."

this is half voicetest so please bear with me lol

[risenintothevoid]

Titans are usually easy to spot, and this one is no exception either. Heavy Exo feet trudge easily through the snow, hands animatedly gesturing at nothing as she banters with the little floating Ghost bobbing along over her shoulder. "Look, I'm just saying, I think it would work if we had more explosives."

"That is your answer for everything," the Ghost replies, sounding weary but resigned.

"And when am I wrong?" Her faceplates shift in a grin, and then she is distracted by the question being thrown her way by... another Titan. With a very cool-looking helmet. And are those ribbons? Nice duds. "You bet your ass I am. I mean, I'm glad there's enough of us that I don't have to do it all by myself, but I'd give it a shot anyway if I had to."

The Ghost's optic narrows a little, lighting up at the sight of the older Titan. Is that...? It sure looks like him. Is this why he disappeared; he came here? Or is this just Nexus shenanigans at play? His Guardian is Risen a little too young to know Saint-14 by sight, but not her Ghost.

[chiaro_oscuro]

Ben figured that eventually he'll have to talk to the Guardians. They aren't an authority in this place, there is none, but there are enough of them that he takes note of their presence. He wants to check in with them and make it abundantly clear that he's not in the Nexus to start any kind of trouble.

He's not sure who or what those weapons they bristle with are there to fight, maybe it's a defensive measure, but they're clearly experienced combatants and their world is probably one of the less peaceful ones. Ben wants to prevent misunderstandings with them before they start - he's fighting to overcome his past here, and while making friends isn't a priority he isn't here to make enemies, either.

This Guardian gets his attention when Ben notices him crumpling up the paper. Something in the pamphlet upset him, clearly - while Ben's still prone to fits of temper, which he's trying to rein in (and, thankfully, they're much less violent than they once were), the Guardian otherwise seems controlled.

"New here, I'm assuming?" Ben looks over from his seat at the table to the big Guardian. He's not used to feeling small, but between the Guardian's size and the armor he does. "So am I."

[rekindledtitan]

Either Saint or his Ghost may have already noticed the occasional ping on the comms from a nearby Vanguard-issue patrol beacon. Even if the conversation with the locals has distracted them, the new arrival has certainly been noticed. There are many pairs of eyes watching the Nexus these days. That said, a new Guardian in town isn't an emergency, as such, and it took a little while before Blaze could drop back in from patrol. She heads right for where her Hunter friend said to look, and she's in time to catch a question being asked.

"Far as it takes me. Couldn't do any less." Her helm is held loose in one hand as she approaches, a doubtless familiar mark draped from her belt. Her golden optics flit over the newcomer with appraisal- and then amusement.

"Hey, nice outfit! You look exactly like that statue of Saint back in the halls." She wouldn't go that far, herself, but you've got to respect that dedication to a tribute. The Exo Titan gives him a friendly salute by way of greeting. Her tone is good-natured, teasing: "Fan of his, huh?"

Beside her shoulder, her Ghost twitches his points uncertainly. "Uh, Blaze...?""

[readvondaniken]

"Can," Palmer says, "and have. I hope I'll never need to again, though. I don't like killing, but some folks won't give you the choice."

Palmer knows what an Exo looks like at this point. This Guardian feels different than Katiri - bigger, more important. The mechanic gets to his feet and salutes.

"Guessin' you heard about the neighbors from House Winter. Can't say I'm thrilled they're here, but from the looks of things they ain't goin' anywhere. They got our hands tied. If you've got any questions 'bout the Long Winter, and I'm guessin' you do, James Palmer's your man. Didn't see everything, but I was there in the thick of it." Palmer offers a hand to the new Guardian. "You a friend of Katiri?"