Excerpt 002: Traveler's Rest

[rekindledtitan]

TYPE: Personal log

LOCATION: The Last City, Earth

PARTIES: Three [3]. One [1] Ghost-type, [1] Guardian-type, designate Blaze-37, Class Titan [rekindledtitan ], One [1] Unconfirmed, designate Willis, Verity [brave_heart_verity ]; [other parties redacted]


ASSOCIATIONS: Multiversal Nexus; Verity Willis; Earth; The City; Vanguard; Blaze-37; Glass-smiths


An Exo ought to be good at waiting. They're soldier and machine both, trained for stoicism and designed for tireless analysis. Blaze sometimes thinks she’s the only one built who ever gets bored. (Aside from Cayde, maybe, and he makes it sound like he's had a very long time to learn.)

Her patrol concluded without much incident, she paces back to the Forum, guns still dozing at her back and her Ghost zipping curiously from one side to the other ahead of her. It murmurs its observations to her in passing, and she responds gladly. A fight would be better, but she’ll take the idle chatter. Her memory is brimming with new half-processed data, even from one patrol in the Nexus – odd discussions heard and alien kitchens smelt, the weird spiky grass in the park crunching under her boots, so many- one hundred and forty-three new faces since the last trip, ninety-one human by visual-

But she isn’t one for dwelling on things. So she circles the Forum to take in the sights, cutting her route through the spot where she and Verity last spoke to make sure of spotting her friend.

Comments

[brave_heart_verity]

"Ah, I'm sure Ghost can figure it out. Maybe I should have him help me with passwords. But I'd have to be able to remember them." She gives them both a smile before turning her attention to the new surroundings. She does love gardens. "It's beautiful here."

[rekindledtitan]

"Passwords are quite easy. If you have any computer systems you'd like to secure, I'd be happy to see what I can do." Ghost isn't clear on the exact tech level Verity usually works at, but how hard can it be?

As with the plazas, the wind is much gentler than might be expected at this altitude, but there are small trees planted at the sides to add shelter. Small paths tiled with Guardian symbols cross the open grass to an arbor twined with flowering plants. A handful of big pigeon-like birds with deep red plumage flutter away from their feet, but not far.

"The Tower's sort of a sanctuary for us, as well as the heart of our defenses." Blaze says it proudly, looking around as she picks up the twang of guitar chords. Aha! There's a high-tech jukebox built into the wall at the end of the arbor - which in act is just cover for the array of speakers hidden among the leaves. "Sounds like the track's winding down. Let's go help them pick the next one."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Thank you, Ghost." She's used to StarkTech. It should be no trouble for anyone around here. Primitive, even; they've seen her silly little thumb drives.

Verity pauses partway down the path to slowly turn in place and look around. The flowers, the birds... so close to what she's used to, but strange enough to remind her she's in a foreign land. It's almost enough to make her head spin.

"It's easier to relax where you feel safe." The suggestion gets a nod; it's a good chance to see what the local selection and tastes are.