rekindledtitan | Excerpt 002: Traveler's Rest

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.

Verity doesn't keep them waiting long. She's at their meeting place by the time agreed-upon, nervously smoothing her hair. A strand that refuses to stay tucked in her braid is eventually tucked behind her ear and anchored by her glasses. She's taken the time to change into nicer clothes; if she's going to be meeting any of their superiors, she doesn't want to embarrass her friends, and she has neither awesome magic space armor like Samus or amazing fighting skills like also-Samus to recommend her. (She needs to stop comparing herself to Samus, she's going to give herself a complex doing that.) And those are thumb drives in her pocket, though she's still happy to see them.

When she spots her friends she gives a wave. "Hey, hope I'm not late."

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