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]

"If you say so." Blaze is the undisputed optimist between them and is welcome to the title.

"The Tudors and the Habsburgs were royal families in medieval and Renaissance Europe. The Habsburgs made it to the first world war even. The Tudors went nuts and killed off most of their own relatives, and the Habsburgs were just. Inbred. Distorted features and sometimes impaired mental abilities. Not an ideal situation. But I'm a socialist democrat, I believe in people holding the power, so I'm not inclined to see any form of monarchy as a good thing."

[rekindledtitan]

"That Habsburg business just seems cruel to everyone involved," she comments. She gives an amused glance toward a couple of Monarchists diligently transporting a cart of weapon crates. "You know, the word is they asked Zavala to be their king. He turned them down. I asked him about it one time and he just said some people in the City needed to learn their history. You should bring those books. They might help."

[brave_heart_verity]

"It really was. But I suspect people here have some idea how important genetic diversity is. That wasn't something people understood when cousins were marrying cousins to consolidate political power. Zavala is...? I'm sorry if you've mentioned the name before, it's a lot of new information to take in." And she's not at her best these days.

[rekindledtitan]

"Ancients," she says bemusedly. "Uh. No offense. And Zavala's the Commander." The one she's rather proud of, and all the happier to declare her allegiance to given the conversation they've just been having. Better luck next time, Monarchy, her boss is too smart for you! "I know though, it is pretty confusing at first. Most of the time I still just go along with it."

They're reaching the end of the sky-lighted passage, coming out almost in a corner of the terraced north courtyard. It curves inward, long and thin, hugging the shelter of the tower ahead of them and curling around to stretch out to the left. Their view of the Traveler is mostly hidden by the high walls of a circular observatory built a little bit out from the courtyard.

It feels even more homely than the plaza, here. Indoor spaces have been made simply by throwing up a few shelves in a corner and hanging a canopy above them; beyond the banners strung overhead is a web of lines rigged up for comms or power or both. There are still signs of weaponry, and scars, and a technician stacking shelves with mysterious boxes. But most people seem to be relaxing: strolling, chatting, enjoying the view with a cup of coffee. There's the warm smoky scent of a firepit on the breeze from their left, and animated conversations from the canopied spaces to either side.

[brave_heart_verity]

"None taken. We all have embarrassing stories in our past." Since they share so much of the past with each other, it'd be hard to escape. "Right. Sorry." Verity will learn these things! At least the important things. The things important to her friends. "Is that an official suggestion to just smile and nod?" She can probably do that.

A good home is often a work in progress. She finds it all charming. The cozy places people put together for themselves make a lot of sense. The firepit's more of a surprise. "Nice. That's a great view."

[rekindledtitan]

She has to nod at the mention of embarrassing stories. Those are her ancestors too, just not in the biological sense. "I think of it more as enjoying things as they come."

The fire's down on the lower terrace to their left, under the red hangings where the Monarchy seems to have set up shop. To give them some credit, whatever one thinks of their politics, they haven't slapped posters up or left piles of pamphlets around: there are sofas and cushions and tapestries with their emblem on the upper section, where their representative is talking to people. But some people look like they're just there to hang around the fire and toast snacks.

Blaze slows down for a minute when Verity mentions the view, giving it an appreciative look. "Yeah. It's good to look out and see what you're fighting for. The Traveler still watching over us. Kinda makes it clear how everything fits together."

[brave_heart_verity]

There's an interesting thread of study in there, about cultural ancestry and what makes a person a member of a group. For another day.

"That, I'm more likely to succeed at." As a tactic, it serves remarkably well in the Nexus. If she couldn't relax enough to enjoy these opportunities presented to her... well, she wouldn't be here, would she? And it seems to be keeping Blaze in good spirits despite everything.

There's a primal urge for humans to gather around the fire. She wonders if Blaze and Ghost feel those urges too. Those Monarchists know what they're about, she'll give them that.

"You're lucky that you can see that so clearly."

[rekindledtitan]

"I figured," Blaze says happily. "You're sensible like that." Questioning is reasonable, after all. There's just not much point in worrying about it.

"I know. I mean... how we wound up here, the things we face-" and by the sweep of her hand, she means the city as a whole, not her and Ghost specifically, "that's not so lucky. But for someone like me? For a soldier? I'm damned lucky."

But she picks up the pace again, splashing through a couple of puddles on the tiles. She figures the sooner they drop off that data, the sooner they can really relax. There's an elevator nearby that Ghost has flagged as the quickest route down to the Warlocks' part of the Tower.

[brave_heart_verity]

"Thank you." Being considered sensible is a high compliment to her. Not worrying isn't always one of her best skills, but she's working on that too.

It really says something about a place when the soldiers feel lucky for having the easy job. Her newfound urges to help people are going to go into overdrive around here. Not that she sees herself as any better or better off, but she might be able to offer the city resources they don't have and that Blaze and Ghost might not think of. Goodness knows they're offering her a kind of help nobody else can.

She's trying to avoid the puddles, but she won't slow things up much. All those long runs with Samus have paid off in that regard. "Do all the soldiers see themselves as the lucky ones? Or is that your own personal kind of optimism?"

[rekindledtitan]

"Not sure. We're all lucky to be Guardians, that's for sure." And not only because the alternative is being a corpse in the wilderness somewhere. Her life is a hell of a lot simpler than a civilian's (in some ways, if you don't let the encounters with malevolent metaphysics get to you). Plus, space-magic powers, awesome equipment and a city full of people who think you're a hero.

"The way I see it though," Blaze continues almost idly, "before the Collapse, war always meant humans against their own people." She doesn't care what differences they saw. They're all the people she was built to protect. "Hnh. You probably know what that meant better than I do. What kind of things they did to each other. Some of the dumb reasons they came up with. How many soldiers ever get to truly know they're acting for a good cause? That it's a worthy fight? Not just for land, or money, or because their superiors don't know when to shut up and listen?" She shakes her head. "Can't be many. But I do. I have that, and I'm glad."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Yeah. I know what people can be like." She's seen what people still try to do to other humans where she's from. It's terrible and a big part of why she spent so long hating everything. "You're right. You are lucky."

[rekindledtitan]

She nods solemnly. There's not much to add to that speech. But she trusts Verity's judgment, so it's good to hear her friend concur with her reasoning.

The elevator they step into is pretty spacious, though they're the only passengers for the moment. It's well-lit, too - perhaps the architects wanted to have mercy on any claustrophobes. Blaze doesn't let the silence last any amount of time: bad enough they have to stand in a box for minutes on end.

"Not far now. How's your arm?" she asks, as they start dropping.

[brave_heart_verity]

Elevators don't bother her. Irrational fears don't do well up against the curse. Another unexpected perk. She'll lean against the back wall, make a mental note of the controls, and then return her attention to her friends.

"It's sore but okay. A little itchy. I'll be sleeping on my right side tonight, but that's not so bad."

[rekindledtitan]

"That's good. It looked pretty uncomfortable back there." What does that even feel like, when you have skin? It must be so weird.

The only other passengers they pick up on their way down are a human Titan and a couple of civilians. Blaze exchanges polite nods with them - and in the case of her fellow Guardian, a glance at each other's mark. But the Warlock orders dwell in the upper floors of the Tower, so Verity and Blaze will be the first people to step off, into a wide hall.

Once the doors close behind them it might take their eyes and optics a second to adjust. The ceiling slants downward to the left, and most of the light comes from thin windows, casting bars of bright sunlight across the shadowed room. Down the center are a number of pedestals bearing artifacts or holographic displays. With a thoughtful 'hmh', Blaze shrugs and heads for the end. "At least there's only one door to try."

[brave_heart_verity]

"It wasn't great, but, better than the alternative." Of course, now that they're talking about it and she's thinking about it, it's hurting more. Great.

The other passengers get polite nods from her as well, but she edges closer to Blaze when the elevator starts filling up. The passage they step out into isn't quite what she was expecting. "It's like a museum." She'll try not to fall behind, but there's a lot of interesting things to look at, even if she doesn't know what half of them are.

"You've never been here before?"

[rekindledtitan]

There are some very peculiar things there: relics gathered by Warlocks past, an empty case marked 'Fragment of Glass'. It's hard to say whether the holograms are diagrams or art pieces: some focus on geometric relations, mandalas illustrating the cosmos. Not all the runes marking them derive from Earth. All of them are trying to convey some meaning, though.

"Never had a reason to come," Blaze answers. "We went to take a look at the halls of the Titan orders, way downstairs. But I don't really know any Warlocks." She slows down for a second to take a look at a hologram she recognizes: the triad of sparking blue clouds, a molten orb, and a tiny purple nebula, linked and intertwined within a complex cycle. It's pretty, at least. Less weird than the next stand, where there's a trio of rather large fossil vertebra. Or rather, two replicas. The only real bone is the one plated in silver.

Verity doesn't have to worry too much about being left behind: the Ghost is trailing as well, sweeping the blue light of its scanner over the displays. "Warlocks like to encourage curiosity, I think. I suppose that is what drives them."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Curiosity killed the cat," she murmurs when she stops to study fossil replicas. "But satisfaction brought it back." On point with the audience, or too close to home? She's hoping for the former.

"Curiosity drives innovation and invention. It's not a bad thing to encourage." How the Warlocks would love the museums back home. Pity she can't bring them. Too many questions she's not sufficiently able to answer, and everyone would end up in a SHIELD holding facility.

But she can bring them books. That's almost as good.

[rekindledtitan]

"You're getting it," Blaze chuckles. She can't be sure that's the basis for a few local philosophies, but it's likely.

"No. Warlocks unravel our enemies' secrets as well as what the Light can do. I'm just not convinced they need to get as mysterious and cryptic as they do," Blaze comments. If they got arrested by SHIELD, the Warlocks would probably find that fascinating too. Books require less comical reality-hopping shenanigans and won't make the Commander yell at anyone.

The Ghost drifts up while she's examining the fossils, true and false. Verity might be able to detect that the silver-plated bone is far less dead than it appears. But it's quiet, for now. "Ahamkara bones, from Venus. I've never seen a full skeleton."

[brave_heart_verity]

It'd all be great fun for the Warlocks if it weren't so likely to end badly. It's not like SHIELD would let them go just because the world is ending. "Are they cryptic because they don't want people to understand, or because they forget they're speaking a foreign language?"

Magic is a decidedly foreign language even when it's in English.

"Ahamkara. Is it silver-plated because it's not dead?"

[rekindledtitan]

"Honestly? Hard to tell sometimes. I have to figure they're trying to explain, it's just not easy. Human languages weren't really meant for this stuff, you know?"

Her question makes both of them look surprised at her. Then Blaze drops her gaze to give the bone a hard look, as if she expects it to own up.

"I... think so. It's probably just a precaution for this one. Silver is supposed to help with damping the, er, auditory hallucinations," it adds as Blaze opens her mouth to ask.

"Hmm. Guess the Ahamkara really were strange." She sounds a little wistful. She gives Verity a shrug, though. "Maybe later we'll find someone who remembers them. Or at least knows the stories."

[brave_heart_verity]

"They really weren't."

Her curse is all kinds of surprising to other people. She's used to it, and to how people react. (Like that, when she's lucky.) "Huh. I haven't heard anything, so I guess it's working."

Ghost gets a grateful smile for the explanation before she looks at Blaze again. "I'm not sure you want to give me the idea I get to ask the Warlocks infinite questions. I might never stop."

[rekindledtitan]

She did warn them. It's just a bit unexpected when someone remarks on things you can't see - but nothing to be troubled by, at least to Blaze.

"Ah, don't encourage them too much." Blaze presses the pad by the door, producing a soft chime. "Besides, if we ask a Titan we'll get to understand the story." There will also be about five hundred percent more punching in it.

There's a robed woman at the door when it opens, a tablet in her hand and a Ghost peeking over her shoulder. Blaze lifts a hand in greeting. "Hi. Blaze-37 and Verity Willis. We're looking for the Glass-smiths. Hirune Markel's team."

"Ah- well, that's easy-" The Warlock's eyes take in Verity as she lists off a short string of directions. There are two machines in the group: she can count on at least one of them having a reliable memory. "Just... knock before you go in."

[brave_heart_verity]

"I'll be careful." Stories with punching in. Where has she heard that before... right. Asgardians. But it's a type of story she can understand and that's not a bad thing.

Verity turns to the door when it opens and gives the woman and her Ghost polite smiles. She mouths the directions to herself after they've been relayed; maybe her memory isn't so unreliable, lady. The sight of another Ghost does bring to mind a question for when there's another private moment with her friends.

[rekindledtitan]

It's definitely not a coincidence that Norse myth tends to influence Titan iconography in particular. But they're pretty fond of legendary warriors in general.

"Thanks for the help." Blaze gives her comrade a nod, and off they go into the halls of the Warlocks. There are a few others about, and not all of them are space magicians, but the colorful robes are the ones most in evidence. The architecture is simple, but not overly harsh; the floor is tiled quite prettily in simple patterns of grey and blue. Carpets tend to meet bad ends in the Tower. Blaze gives it all a curious but brief look, focused on finding the side passage they're supposed to turn down. Her Ghost pays more attention to the doors and people they pass.

"So about this team," she remarks, once there aren't too many people about. Not because she's thinking of being overheard, it's just easier to talk. "Figure I oughta fill you in a bit."

[brave_heart_verity]

Yet another reason they're friends: they both love (some portion of) the Norse gods, and neither of them drink mead.

She's paying a little bit of attention to everything. There's just so much to see. But finding the path is primary. It's good there are lots of different kinds of people around. Being over insular wouldn't be good for anyone, especially not in a place like this.

"Okay. I'm guessing they don't actually make glass?"