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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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"Ha! You and me both, my friend." He chuckled. "I remember not long after the Crucible was formed when we all competed in there. Zavala...Ikora. Even Shaxx and I would do a few rounds. Ikora though..heh...she was incredible." She had made quite the name for herself in those days. The Crucible was a lot different now since his return. Saint had disappeared in the Infinite Forest in the years after the Battle of Twilight Gap.
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She leans forward, eagerly drinking in the words and trying to imagine the Vanguard participating in the matches. "You fought Lord Shaxx? Who won?"
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He kind of missed those days. When everything was new. Now-a-days, he didn't participate in Crucible matches but he was always happy to help train the rookies.
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Bugaboo's shell spins a little, thoughtfully. "I wonder if there's any footage in the archives. We'll have to check."
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"Things are so different now-a-days." He sighed a little. "Now it's most important to train the newer Guardians and help forge their Light." There was so many new faces now than he remembered. The Last City and the whole solar system needed as many active Guardians as possible these days. Though Saint new not to get too specific timeline-wise until he knew the timepoint that Aegis came from.
"So how long have you been visiting the Nexus?" He wouldn't mind any good intel that might not be in any of the pamphlets.
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The Ghost's shell spins around his optic, setting up the data exchange with Saint-14's Ghost. "It used to belong to an ally of the Guardians. Those files are classified, so I don't know much more than that."
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"It is not surprising. I shall look into it back at the Tower." He mused. "I have a Warlock that is assisting me with things there." He wondered then, if Katiri had heard of this place. "Ah...before I forget..." He held out his hand and his Ghost, Geppetto appeared above his palm. "Feel free to exchange comm codes so we can remain in contact. I also aim to get a PINpoint while I am here." Strange things. He had read they could be used like comm units and not just transmat devices. It might come in handy.
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Aegis would grin if her faceplates allowed for such things. "Good idea. You never know who you might need to call for backup." Although she's not sure which would be more awesome, having Saint-14 as her backup, or being called to be his.
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The Titan chuckled a bit. "Back up is always handy. If you need me, do not hesitate to reach out, my friend." He inclined his head a little. "Now that I am here and know there is more of us Guardian's present, I aim to get in contact with everyone. Perhaps we can all get together to discuss this...'truce' with Winter."