gyryph71
Clinically insane and ready to fuck up time and space.
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Post by gyryph71 on Apr 3, 2016 23:35:57 GMT -6
As his ship pulled into low lunar orbit, and he transmated down to the surface, he was very startled to find himself in a small circle of thralls. He looked around, and was terrified. He drew his sword and started hacking away, slicing them to bits. He stopped when they were all ashes, and threw his sword into the ground. His ghost turned over in his head, the shell tightening around his skull frame in fear. He shook a bit, picking his sword up. He hated this dead rock. With all his being.
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Little Light
The Almighty BootsGerard
I'm very violent and I found this cape
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Post by Little Light on Apr 6, 2016 23:44:23 GMT -6
Just after the scene unfolded, two ships pulled up close to the surface, and two Guardians transmatted onto the dusty gray surface. The smaller one, obviously a Warlock, was Zentri, of course. He was familiar with Gryph, having been invited on the mission by the eccentric Exo. The other was taller, broader, and a strong Titan. Both looked around at the remains of the Thralls. "See, you handled that well." Zentri said, although it was unclear whether he was being sarcastic or sincere. He nodded to the Titan beside him. "This is Matt. He's saved my skin more than a few times." Matt nodded politely to Gryph.
"Matthew Washington. Pleased to meet you." Matt said. His and Zentri's Ghosts simultaneously appeared and hovered near their Guardians. "Are we here to kill some Hive or what?" Matt's Ghost said enthusiastically.
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gyryph71
Clinically insane and ready to fuck up time and space.
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Post by gyryph71 on Apr 7, 2016 18:45:16 GMT -6
"Ah, hello Matthew, I am Gyryph-71, nice meeting you. Hopefully we will kill hive, and not the other way around... But, you never know... Anyway, we are to go to the hellmouth, I hope you are well equipped. Inside will be some sort of satellite, or something... We should bring it back intact, and not cursed if possible... " he turned away, summoning his sparrow, if you could call it that. It looked like a stripped hydra, and he rode it upright. He rode off for the hellmouth, shivering at the thought of that hell hole.
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