IT'S YOUR DESTINY!!!

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Who: Anyone, everyone? Aoba and Declan to start.
What: Destiny
When: After the House of Wolves, before The Taken King.
Where: Earth, The Last City, The Tower and beyond.
Warnings: Could be sorta zombie stuff (Hive), could be xenophilia? I dunno. Gen warnings, yo.

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Earth. 700 years into the future, humanity is all but gone, huddled in a massive city in the mountains, surrounded by gargantuan walls and living in the shadow of the slumbering, perhaps dead, body of The Traveler. The massive being of benevolence and light that came to Earth bearing gifts of knowledge that would bring about the longest Golden Age in Terran history, hovering in geostationary orbit over The Last City of men, protecting what is left from The Darkness beyond with the remains of it's Light.

For those on Earth it is a well-known story. With The Traveler's dying breath it created Ghosts, fragments of living Light that in turn resurrected men and women across the galaxy, bringing to bear the Guardians, warriors to fight the Darkness. Earth and all the nearby planets are populated by humans, the Awoken, Exos and a variety of species of ever more distant origins, some less generous than others. The Guardians make their headquarters in a colossal spire at the edge of The Last City. There, in the Tower, the Vanguard and other factions of humanity work together to hold the line and fight the Darkness and every other threat to the known universe. The little understood Guardians rarely venture beyond the Tower, preferring the company of their brothers and sisters in arms, but all look to the Tower as a beacon of hope.

There is danger and adventure to be had; the likelihood of death and the possibility of rebirth. The future is uncertain, but all who walk in the Light know the Darkness is coming, and the wise life to the fullest.

[ Destiny Wiki ]

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[piza_lord]

Harry had dealt with many things, Zombies, Fay, evil bastards from other worlds and even finding love and a family. Now, after being sucked into some portal by his mother's pendent, he was dealing with something that had him so far out of his depth he couldn't tell up from down.

"Look, you pore excuse for a MCP, I said buzz off. I'm not a Warlock," Harry said as he swatted at a Ghost.

"But you seem to be a Guardian that was brought back without the help of a Ghost," the small robot spoke as it hovered around Harry's head.

"Now I see why every Wizard hates technology," he deadpanned. "You know, I could blow you out of the sky, or shut you down permanently, or turn you to slag."

He counted each threat off on his fingers as he said this, right up until he bumped into an Exo outside the bar. He was big, but only a little shorter than Harry. The Exo rounded on him with a look that screamed "You just pissed me off!"

"Woah, lose the helmet, man. You'll see better."

That set the Exo off.

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Another day, another ruckus outside the bar Declan haunted on his shore leave, so to speak. The massive Awoken tilted his head slightly, silver-white eyes peering past white bangs towards the front windows. Some man - a human? - barking at a Ghost - whatever for? - had bumped into and insulted an exo. Even on the best days Exo moods were a little sketchy. A lot of them were defensive purely based on age old prejudices, and Declan knew that one in particular felt very passionately about Exo rights and equality. He'd never understood why, since racism was virtually unheard of among Terran peoples anymore, but some people just liked to stir trouble.

"Declan...you don't have to get involved," the bartender warned as the behemoth of a Guardian rose from his stool, the poor seat groaning it's inanimate relief.

"I know," the Titan rumbled quietly, voice like a distant thunder. Shouldering his guns again and straightening the bandoleer across his massive chest, the Guardian headed out of the bar.

Ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump. The heavy footfalls of his thick boots were so deeply resounding people often imagined the ground trembled slightly beneath the man's weight. Why people ever picked fights with the man no one was ever really sure. Drink made people do dumb things.

"Helmet? Helmet?" the exo was shouting at Harry, fists balling at his side. "This is my head you insensitive sack of meat! How dare you--" the artificial man roared, raising his fist up and back. Of course no one knew Harry was potentially able to protect himself, but it didn't matter. When that metal fist rose into the air, it was caught and held in a giant gloved palm, a shadow falling over the Exo.

"U--uhh...u-uh D-Declan! Hahaha, Declan! How's it....how's it goin'?" the Exo stammered, head turned enough to look up at unamused glowing silver eyes. The sound of groaning metal suddenly erupted from where "Declan" had the exo's fist gripped, causing the construct to cry out loudly.

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I WASN'T REALLY GOING TO HIT HIM! PLEASE PLEASE LET ME GO! LET ME GO I PROMISE I'LL LEAVE!" the Exo shrieked as the metal grinding sounds persisted. With one hand, the Titan was crushing the metal man's fist. After a few seconds, the giant let the Exo go. In a sudden display of vast intelligence, the robot ran off, holding his bent fingers and scampering off down the nearest alley.

"Are you alright?" Declan asked Harry softly, his deep voice loud even when he tried to be quiet.