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Me, Before the Allegiance Quest:
"Well, I don't quite trust the Drifter, but I agree with him more than the Vanguard, so I'll side with him."
Me, after the Drifter says that he trusts you and considers you one of his only friends:
Having just listened to the allegiance quest audio logs, I have decided two things:
1. The Drifter is too pragmatic for his own good after years of hardship and betrayal
2. The optimal solution to part 1 is some friends who won't die/betray him/try to kill him and a group hug.
So, join us. Side with the Drifter. Hug the Drifter. Prove that it's ok to hope.
I have questionable tastes
joker’s wild is here and penumbra is coming and i’m reminded of the Discomfort
Destcember Day 22: Drifter's Gambit
The Drifter walks a fine line, a tightrope made of the sharpest razor wire. On one side lies the forces of the Light, with the forces of the Vanguard and the Man with the Golden Gun ready to strike if they suspect that he has gone too far. On the other, the forces of the Dark, ready to consume him or break his mind if he makes a mistake. If he wavers, he will fall to one side or the other. Too late to stop or turn back, he walks on, hoping to eventually reach his goal. He uses the the Dark to fight the Dark, using Guardians to kill the enemies of humanity and collect the Motes of Dark that fall from their corpses. His menagerie of constructed monsters and summoned horrors slaver to consume, accepting motes in lieu of consuming a guardian's light to turn their path of slaughter where the Drifter directs. But I've noticed however many motes he uses to conduct his games, there are always far more collected than used. I don't know what he plans for them, but I want in. I understand that it may take more than the Light to beat the Dark. So I work with the Eliksni and bargain with the Ahamkara. And I do his bounties, and earn the ranks, and bank the motes. I use weapons of the Dark Age and forged a new Weapon of Sorrow. I will earn his trust, even if it puts me on Malphur's list. Because I believe that the Drifter's Gambit will pay off, and when it does, I want to have been a part of it.
Well we have eaten what
Ether cane which is like made from like a life force thing for the elskni/fallen
Dark Ether cane, same thing but scorn which are essentially zombies
Grinding shells of hive
Vex milk with is just the radioactive white liquid
Cabal Oil...which is either like oil from a whale...or I dunno
Somehow they make good cookies and everyone has eaten a cookie like that, guardians and regular people
So I guess parts of our enemies is edible?
Question: Do we think the Taken are edible?
We think anything is edible if you try hard enough
(it just might only be edible once)
Thumbs up emoji. Alright. *bursts into tears*
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Arboreal Communion
This was written for a gift fic exchange for @wonderwafles. I was very surprised to be, apparently, the first person to use Luzaku as a character tag on Ao3? With the amount people have been swooning over her online I am so confused. Perhaps she's just not being tagged? I don't know. All I do know is that this makes me want to include her in more things because she's amazing.
Link to read on Ao3 if you prefer: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/147310786
Summary: Eris visits Luzaku in the Blooming Deep.
"The Sky greets you."
"Hmmm...."
Light poured in from the roof of the grotto as Luzaku bowed reverently to the god of Vengeance.
Eris Morn approached the thin silver sapling limbs sprouting from the rocks in the centre of the Blooming Deep. Her steps were sure and measured. Luzaku looked upon her with awe.
Behind her, Eris Morn's companion peered out from a large rock. It kept its gun muzzle pointed directly between Luzaku's three eyes.
Luzaku nodded toward the companion in acknowledgement as one would an Acolyte for a revered Hive Wizard. It smiled. The smile was unkind and threatening. Filled with teeth. Luzaku wondered if this was an attempt at expressing friendliness in a cross-cultural way. She suspected otherwise. The gun muzzle did not waver.
Luzaku turned back to the Sky Mother's newest sister as the three-eyed human examined glowing buds on pale spindly branches. She seemed to ignore Luzaku although the Wizard could not help but notice that the strange soulfire enshrouded orb in Eris' hand pulsated with every approaching step she took.
Luzaku slowed her movements and kept her distance so as not to startle the watchful one. Unlike the Bane of the Swarm, it was nervous, its focus coiled tight.
The god of Vengeance, in contrast, seemed unconcerned, as though Luzaku was not even a threat compared to the hordes she had vanquished. This was something Luzaku knew to be true. Should Crota's Bane desire Luzaku's death, that death would already have come.
"I am told you protect it." Eris spoke after many tense and silent moments.
She did not face or address Luzaku, looking instead to a space beyond the tree, but the intended recipient of her words was clear enough.
"This one's place is here," Luzaku explained. "This one will contemplate. Protect. Plan."
"Plan what?" Eris asked. Her voice demanded response. Luzaku was impressed by how compelling the small fleshy god's utterance was. The latent power beneath the deity's tone was palpable and far larger in stature than her physical form. Despite their size difference, it made Luzaku feel... small.
"This one does not know." She answered truthfully. "Only that this one's plans remain defiant to the all-edged lie."
"Hmmm..." Eris turned. Her three glowing eyes, bound by cloth, looked at Luzaku as though only just noticing her now. Eye to eye to eye. An Acolyte's eyes. Just as Luzaku's had once been.
The god of Vengeance uttered one word, again compelling an answer: "Why?"
This was judgment, then. Luzaku felt herself swell with strength as she replied from her innermost being. She spoke her truth to the Sky Mother's sister plainly and without artifice. Unafraid. Let her be judged. Aiat.
"The Sky... the Light... calls to this one."
The small fleshy god's head tilted to the side, listening.
"We all have our purposes," Luzaku continued. "We are all our own individuals. This one's purpose is here."
The watchful one behind the rock twitched as Luzaku floated near to the tree and splayed her three-fingered hands near the branches, caressing them without touching them.
Eris continued to look up at the Wizard, her expression unreadable.
Luzaku floated back slightly and bowed again to the Bane of the Swarm. Her chitin felt suddenly brittle.
The silence lay thick and heavy between them. Luzaku waited.
Eris Morn took a step forward, removed her glove, and placed her hand on one of the small roots of the young silver tree.
On instinct, Luzaku tentatively reached out her Hive-clawed hand and took hold of one of the silver sapling's upper branches.
Time seemed to slow.
Beneath the bark Luzaku felt a surge of energy welling up from below them both. Sadness. Hope. Relief. A feeling of almost... completion. A rightness. A sense of calm. Gratitude.
Movement on the edge of Luzaku's vision caught her eye and pulled her from this strange arboreal communion.
The Lucent Hive Wizard watched Eris Morn's Acolyte-like companion shift and raise its gun toward her.
Why would it attack now, when the small fleshy god seemed content? Did it perceive Luzaku as a threat? There was no time to react. The companion was so quick, its eyes cold, its expression vicious. The gun fired so fast.
Luzaku let the calm from the tree wash over her as she waited for her death to come, knowing as she did so that any companion of the Sky-Mother's sister would know how to crush her ghost. This was the end, then. She felt only confusion and a small sadness.
The gun barked four times, five, six.
Both Luzaku and Eris let go of the tree.
Luzaku looked down upon her chitinous body. She was uninjured. The bullets were not meant for her.
She spun in the air. On a moss-covered ledge behind her were the dissipating forms of four Taken Psions and a Phalanx.
"Sorry for ruinin' the moment," the companion said with a gravelly voice while spinning its pistol on its finger.
"Hmmm... thank you," the tiny god's voice was warm, almost gentle. "We were both... preoccupied."
Luzaku, too, bowed in thanks.
"I could see that," the companion said. It holstered its weapon. "Look, if you two are gonna keep fondlin' that tree we should set up a perimeter. This place is crawling with Taken."
"That will not be necessary," Eris replied, staring at a point on the rock wall away from both of them. Then she added "...this time."
Luzaku cocked her head.
"I would, however, appreciate your assistance with a perimeter when I return," Eris continued.
She looked back to the Lucent Hive. "Do you know what tea is, Luzaku?"
The way Eris Morn said her name was different from all other humans Luzaku had encountered. Eris Morn used the inflections and pronunciation of the Hive. Luzaku felt a shudder run through her at the sound of an alien human tongue speaking in a way that was so intimate and familiar.
"This one does not."
"It is a drink," Eris explained. "I will bring some and we will share it when I visit you next..." She paused and the corner of her lip quirked up in a small smile before she continued, "...Guardian."
Luzaku hissed in surprise, twisting in the air a moment before composing herself and responding...
"Aiat."
The companion raised both of its eyebrows at this exchange, looking back and forth between Eris and the Lucent Wizard. Then it shrugged and fell in step behind Eris as she walked toward the exit.
Just before they left the watchful one did something odd. It paused in the doorway, put two of its fingers near its temple and then quickly moved them away while looking at Luzaku.
Then it turned to Eris and said "Ya know, I always wanted a pet Hive."
Luzaku heard Eris sigh deeply as they both disappeared from her sight.
I don’t know when I started loving them but now I do apparently????
Wanted to sketch my faves in maybe some more casual clothes. I don’t really see Eris going out into the city for anything ever but maybe Drifter will convince her one of these days. Took inspiration for Eris from some of the people we see around the Tower. She would try to blend in as much as is possible for someone with literally three eyes. Meanwhile Drifter is probably wearing a shirt that he’s had for 300 years.
Really, really, really pleased with how this turned out. Love the Drifter!
