— 𝐌𝐚𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐫 Storm Mage | Half-Leviathan | Slow to trust | Quick to violence | 5’10” | Paranoid | Outcast | Social inept | A tad feral #FantasyRP | #TESRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

— 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 Impulsive | Reckless | Violent | Living weapon | 6’4” | Brawler | Disobedient | Stubborn | Arc | Zealot #DestinyRP | #D2RP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

jacket, rolled a shoulder, and sighed. “At any rate,” her attention shifted from the beginning of the alley to regard Ophelia, “we shouldn’t be here when he’s discovered.”

And to that the former Warlord only rolled her eyes. Once upon a time she was the sea, and it was her lot to crash against her adversaries and drown them. She was ill-equipped to accept the reversal of roles. She stood straight and stepped over the tattered remains of her —

see if the pain was indeed gone. It was, fortunately. “Or, at the very least, they just won’t assign him to me now that we have a history. Either way, they’re running out of new faces to trail me.” That was her hope and flawed logic, at least.

“When he and his ghost are found, and they both give their reports,” she lowered her hand, and with it Mercy disappeared from sight, “his superiors will not assign him to me again because of ‘temperament issues’.” Still leaned against the dumpster, Ah stretched her leg out to —

Apollyon was scanned, and then her injuries began to be healed.

“Something like that.” The Titan looked past Ophelia, then held her hand out to the side. A watchful eye continued to scan the entrance to the alley. “I goaded him into making the first move.” In the palm of her hand appeared her Ghost, who was clad in old Warsat plating. —

— 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐕𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧 Solar Hunter | Sidearm fanatic | CQC expert | Twilight Gap survivor | Former Hidden | 5’7” | Not much of a talker | Unsociable | A little bit feral #DestinyRP | #D2RP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

the ground. Her vest and buttoned shirt were in far better condition, yet still bore blemishes. “And I didn’t jump him.”

“This was not for the thrill of it.” Though, of course the scuffle was entertaining while it lasted. She turned her back to the dumpster and leaned against it, her arms crossed over her chest. During the fight, her black jacket had been shredded and tossed unceremoniously to —

“If they stopped watching me, less of them would end up in dumpsters.” The lid was dropped back into place, and she took a step away from the impromptu casket. “Somebody will find him eventually, thaw out his Ghost — and he won’t be assigned to watching me anymore.”

“Oh, they were excited all right.” With a grunt the Titan sat up and stood. She limped over to a dumpster and opened it. Inside was a horribly mangled Exo, and a Ghost encased in Stasis beside him. “Can’t you tell?”

Apollyon grinned, showing off her bloodied teeth. “Found the agent watching me today.”

Grumbling before she rolls onto her back. She’s got a bloody nose, a black eye, and a split lip. “What?”

Facedown in an alleyway, without her usual armor or weapons. It’s been a rough day.

So turn the thing I wanted to do for fun into a chore?

**want My brain is running on fumes and tears

I’m not scared of anything. I just don’t won’t corpse stink on my hands right now.

Yeah, no thanks. Most of them smell.