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at least I understood the [hunger] I felt
Oct. 19th, 2018 02:36 pmThe Vex manipulate space/time in ways that are both predictable and utterly confusing. Take, for example, the Vault of Glass. If one dies within it, you are unmoored and erased from reality - sometimes. And Aetheon, Time's Conflux. Fireteam after fireteam descended into the depths of the Vault, and each time, they found the Templar waiting, and beyond that over-sized Hydra, lay the path to a very alive, very angry, and very large Vex.
All that changed after Skolas attempted to use it to bring the past House of Wolves forwards into the now. For near to six months, the Vault's door refused to open to anyone, including some very confused Harpies, who kept bonking into it like they'd expected it not to be there.
Then Oryx blew the Awoken fleet out of the sky, and suddenly no one was concerned with a recalcitrant Vault door.
---
Kishmet sighed, squinting down the barrel of her sniper. The Venusian rains are warm, and their faint sulfurous scent trickles through her respirator's filters. Being stretched out in a puddle was not how she anticipated scouting the Taken presence on Venus's surface, but Ikora had asked her to be careful. So far she'd seen Taken Psions attempt (and fail) to shoot down a singular Minotaur, and Hobgoblins of two varieties trading shots across the ruined rooftops of the Ishtar complex.
In addition, what was left of the House of Winter was being even more of a pain than usual - they were being excessively stealthy in places, which had led to some very interesting wrestling matches upon ascending to her usual sniper nests. Still, better them than lairing Vex. On one very interesting occasion, she'd managed to avoid fighting a Captain by having Agape shout at it in Eliksni.
It was a toss up as to what had surprised it more - the sudden appearance of a Ghost, or the badly pronounced Eliksni. Either way, it abandoned the perch and scrambled away, arc shield rapidly recharging.
---
They'd found the remains of Praedyth, his bones still suffused with Light all these centuries later. But something had called Kishmet deeper into the Vault, and her fireteam followed, cautiously curious.
All that changed after Skolas attempted to use it to bring the past House of Wolves forwards into the now. For near to six months, the Vault's door refused to open to anyone, including some very confused Harpies, who kept bonking into it like they'd expected it not to be there.
Then Oryx blew the Awoken fleet out of the sky, and suddenly no one was concerned with a recalcitrant Vault door.
---
Kishmet sighed, squinting down the barrel of her sniper. The Venusian rains are warm, and their faint sulfurous scent trickles through her respirator's filters. Being stretched out in a puddle was not how she anticipated scouting the Taken presence on Venus's surface, but Ikora had asked her to be careful. So far she'd seen Taken Psions attempt (and fail) to shoot down a singular Minotaur, and Hobgoblins of two varieties trading shots across the ruined rooftops of the Ishtar complex.
In addition, what was left of the House of Winter was being even more of a pain than usual - they were being excessively stealthy in places, which had led to some very interesting wrestling matches upon ascending to her usual sniper nests. Still, better them than lairing Vex. On one very interesting occasion, she'd managed to avoid fighting a Captain by having Agape shout at it in Eliksni.
It was a toss up as to what had surprised it more - the sudden appearance of a Ghost, or the badly pronounced Eliksni. Either way, it abandoned the perch and scrambled away, arc shield rapidly recharging.
---
They'd found the remains of Praedyth, his bones still suffused with Light all these centuries later. But something had called Kishmet deeper into the Vault, and her fireteam followed, cautiously curious.
