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IT'S YOUR DESTINY!!!
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.
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 ]
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.
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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Something wasn’t right with this world, for such a kind and generous man to live so alone and have so few friends. Aoba was still waiting for evidence of any kind of angry streak, too. Even that man that he’d clouted in the bar, for Aoba’s sake, had been taken out with impassive calm. And then he’d gone and been given a Cosmopolitan of all things. Complimented his hair, saying little more than a few words at a time.
Now look at him. Look back at all the heartfelt, poetic things he’d ended up saying since then.
Aoba’s face fell only at the question, and he made a vague noise of discontent as he stood up and moved around the couch, dropping into the free space beside the other man now that he was awake. “I know it was good to go,” he began in answer, staring out the broad window ahead of them, “But I don’t know what good it’ll do. I don’t have the time to just pursue a specialized treatment plan, you know? Maybe when I get back to Midorijima, or even when I come back here, but right now? It’s too much to ask for.”
He spread his hands in a useless little gesture, giving Declan a sideways look. “But, on the positive side, I don’t have any painful headaches any more, and it’s not like I went completely Jekyll and Hyde on you guys, right? I was just…somebody different for a little while.”
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"It isn't hurting you or anyone else to be like this, so far. You can manage it well enough while you're here. No one will really judge you, least of all me."
Listening to the remark about the positive side the Titan's lips quirked. He understood that reference. Mac liked old Earth music, Declan liked old Earth literature. He read quite a bit in his downtime on patrols.
"I'm not even sure you were someone different, Aoba. Just a different part of yourself. Hm. Besides all that, now when you go home you can talk openly with your granny; be honest with one another and find concrete answers, since now you're not in the dark anymore. I think that's important."
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…compared to ‘Ren’? Pfft, obviously…
Oh, no, that was an unkind thought. Aoba took it back in a hurry. Ren was just worried about him and looking after him too, as he always had, but…yeah. With as many other things to do and focus on as he had, and given that he’d only lost, what, maybe fifteen minutes or something to his ‘other side’? And that Declan, Ren, and Ghost could all look out for him if it happened again…it was hard to get super worked up about it, even if he’d felt like he wanted to.
“I just hope that conversation isn’t as painful as I’m afraid it could be,” he said to Declan instead, barely conscious of the fact that the Guardian’s arm was stretched out behind him. It wasn’t a threatening presence, after all. “I know Granny must have had good reasons for it, but it’s still weird to think she wouldn’t have warned me about it, I guess.”
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"Warning you about it probably would have made the medication less effective. Sort of like trying different foods. Like if a person says they don't like some type of ingredient, but someone else cooks it specially without telling them what it is and they like it suddenly. But if they were told at the beginning what was in the food they wouldn't try it. If you'd been told about it, you'd think about it too much and probably make it happen more. Without knowing about it, you can just take the medicine, shut it off, and have done."
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What happened then was, instead of feeling worried or betrayed or resentful, Aoba was hit by a very strong wave of missing her. It wasn’t the first of its kind since he’d found himself good and lost in an unfamiliar time and place, but it was his first since coming to the City. It was different from the desperate drive of wanting to get home to the place he’d come from, of wanting to see her and his friends again. It was the pure heartache of being homesick, of wondering if she was okay, if she was worried about him, if Koujaku had stepped in and was keeping her company or anything like that….
Aoba’s shoulders slowly drooped, his expression visibly falling as his thoughts shifted down this sadder path, and not even those murmurs buried in the back of his thoughts could add in anything for him to hear. He missed her so much he even wanted to dodge her throwing chopsticks at him, or hear her berating him for leaving the door unlocked again.
“I miss her,” he murmured softly.
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"We were going to travel anyways; let's go. Let's make the arrangements and set out tomorrow for Venus so we can search the Ishtar library for any mention of these portals and anything pertaining to your situation. Let's get you home, Aoba. I...don't like seeing you sad." Nothing in the universe could make Declan lean towards selfishness, seeing Aoba crestfallen. Knowing the man had family, people he loved, somewhere else? It was too much for the Titan. He wanted the other man in his life, but not at the cost of his happiness. What would be the point? If Declan cared, he'd do the right thing. Simple as that.
And he cared too much.
"I mean it. Pack your things, I'll have Ghost make the necessary calls and get the writs of passage or anything else we might need and we'll go right away. If there's any answers to be had, any map, anything to point you in the right direction, it'll be there. And if we don't find the answers, I'll fly you anywhere you think a portal you want to take may be. I'll get you home, Aoba. Whatever it takes."
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And then the Guardian moved, spoke, and although Aoba had had no reason at all to think he might be judged for his moment of weakness, something knotted up in his chest at it, at yet another show of unconditional support and unhesitating willingness to help. At the evidence that he had such a good friend in the man.
He wanted to thank him, but the words suddenly seemed weak. He’d used them so much already, but the scale of everything Declan was doing was just so vast. Maybe it was simple and easy for him, planning travel to other planets just because of the chance of an answer, but to Aoba it was a complete upheaval and reorganization of the Guardian’s life. And he’d never hesitated.
…oh go on already…
Aoba shifted forward, balancing his weight on the front edge of the couch as he maneuvered around the Titan’s bulk until he was sitting in such a spot that he could reach him better. He didn’t get on Declan’s leg or lap again, but he turned enough to lift his own weight on a knee and get his arms around the other’s neck. The Titan was just too big to hug any other easy way; Aoba even had to rest the side of his head against Declan’s own, feeling the press of that contact through his hair.
It was a mirror-moment to the way Desire had (unbeknownst to Aoba) embraced Declan before, but this time around it was earnest and unheated. A moment of vulnerability and gratitude, a different side of him just as in need of human contact.
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Big arms moved easily around Aoba's smaller frame, tugging gently; he'd been in Declan's lap before so now shouldn't be much of an issue, right? So he pulled the man into the cradle of his legs and gripped gently but firmly, tree-limb arm flexing with impressive muscle under the tee he was wearing, the broad musculature of his chest twitching with the movement. One hand rubbed Aoba's back gently, the other patted, soft little paps in a calming rhythm close enough to a heartbeat. He could feel the heat of his own skin, but his own anxiety wasn't going to stop him from taking care of his friend.
"You'll get home, Aoba. I promise, one way or another," his deep voice rumbled, eyes staring across his room as he tried to think of other ways. Maybe the Vex gates? They traveled through time after all, and at least getting Aoba back to his own time would be a good start? Maybe...
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But…it felt safe. Aoba’s own brief tensing soon dribbled away as if the strokes of Declan’s hand were rubbing it out of him. On one hand he did feel a little ashamed, like he needed to protest that he wasn’t a child, he didn’t need to be held so closely like he was about to burst into tears or anything like that—but instead he shifted his face down, hiding it inside his arms and against Declan’s shoulder, hiding at least his reddened face and its contortions of grief.
He didn’t cry. He wasn’t going to cry. Nobody had better accuse him of actually crying. But if his eyes burned and there was a warm trickle down the back of his throat, and if he was suddenly taking a lot more comfort and safety from what he’d meant to be a show of thankfulness and friendship(?), then, well…however embarrassing it was, heart pounding shamefully, at least he had no fear that Declan was going to judge him for it.
Declan promised. As if it was something he had any real control over, and yet…maybe Aoba couldn’t entirely say he believed him, but he wanted to. Declan said it and he sounded like he could be believed, so Aoba stopped his own thoughts right there and for at least a little while, let himself sit in the comfort that he could take. The promise that he would get home. A friend that would support him as far as he could.
One of his hands wound up on Declan’s nape again, but there was no scritching this time. It was just another mirroring, similarities between one aspect and another.
Quietly, through the muffle of arms and the strain of not-quite-tears: “I wish you could come with me.”
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"I wish I could, too...I would try..." A sigh passed his lips, brows furrowing, expression strained, sorrowful.
"...But the Guardians are all that keep the light in this world. We're so few...abandoning my duty for what I want could cost lives. What I want...hn. What I want might come at too high a price. No matter my wishes, I won't sacrifice the needs and desires of others. I won't ask you to stay, and I wouldn't ask others to bear the weight of my absence. I...what I want doesn't matter," Declan finally relented, closing his eyes tightly, angry at the admission, pained by the fact that sacrifice was the Guardian purpose. He could give so much of himself to Aoba, if the man were there, but he couldn't follow him with a clear conscience.
"I can be content knowing where you go, you'll be happier."
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He’d…be mad at himself if he drew Declan away from this important purpose of his, too. This is where the Guardian belongs, for the war that he’s waging and the people that he’s protecting, even if there’s a number of them that have no respect—no appreciation—for the wonderful person that the Titan is.
It’s that thought that gets Aoba to unbury himself a little, reddened but relatively dry around the eyes, and gaze averted lest he lose his nerve from something about their proximity. It diverts his thoughts from himself and back outwards, where he's more comfortable with them being. Declan’s face is still beside his own, rather than in front of, saving their voices from having to travel far to reach the other’s ears.
“While I’m gone,” he begins, words quietly keeping the hope that he can come back someday, “Don’t you dare listen to anyone that tries to put you down. You’re so…so much better than anyone who insults you could ever be. You prove it in everything you do and say, so…if you can’t believe it of yourself, believe it because you heard it from me, okay? You’re not ‘Decker’, you’re Declan, and there’s so much Light in you…you’re absolutely blinding.”
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"I'm not Decker," he agreed quietly, sniffling softly, head still down. It lowered even more, resting his forehead on Aoba's shoulder. Blinding? Maybe, with all the white of him, but he didn't believe for a minute that his personality was in any way that impressive. Even still, it mattered that Aoba thought so.
"Can you stay long enough to see the moon and stars?"
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At least he had a family to go back to, he thought, further adjusting the train of his thoughts. He had his Granny, and he had his friends. He’d even be glad to see Yoshie again! But Declan…even if he seemed to have people he got on with, like Mac, and people who liked him, like the Speaker, the bartender, Tess, and half a dozen others…well, he’d said it himself. He had no one to come home to.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he answered softly, with just a brief little wondering if that figure of speech still meant anything when the moon and stars were at stake. He didn’t dwell on it, though. He had to get home, yes, but there were still things he wanted to see with Declan before he went.
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Still, he wanted to be selfish for just a moment, and he left his head there for a time. Eventually he had to sit up properly, his usually bright eyes glowing a little duller for the weight of his emotions.
"I shouldn't...have touched you without your permission. I'm sorry. You just..." He stopped himself, unwilling to say what was a lie to him, even if it was really more of a half-truth. He corrected, forcing himself to honesty despite the fear of it.
"...I...I just wanted to hold onto you, for a minute. Knowing you'll be gone...I don't like it. I don't want to be selfish...but I wanted to hug you. I needed a hug," the final confession shaming him. Hundreds of pounds of pure muscle, the ability to literally punch a head clean off a pair of shoulders, the responsibility to protect innumerable lives...and he "needed a hug". Pathetic.
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What Declan ended up saying, when he finally shifted and spoke again, only reinforced that feeling. It brought a smile back to Aoba’s face, almost a laugh, but most definitely not one made at Declan’s expense.
“I touched you first,” Aoba pointed out, cheeks a colored by it, but the embarrassment factor was significantly lessened when he was saying it to reassure his friend. He couldn’t quite maintain eye contact for what he was about to add, granted, but the words themselves weren’t particularly hard to find. “…You can have all the hugs you want between now and me having to go. As long as it’s…just us around, I mean.”
It would be way too embarrassing if Declan suddenly hugged him in public! But in private (which also meant in front of Ren or Ghost, since their presences were mostly constant) Aoba imagined it would be okay.
“I…I might need more too, you know. So it’s a fair exchange.”
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"I picked out some places. And there's a spot I want to check if we can't find anything in the library. A lot...well, most of it is at least a little dangerous, but there's no place I can't take you. But we'll go to the Moon first, since it's on the way out. Then Venus. After that the Reef. If we don't find anything at the library and my contact - Xur - doesn't have any information at the Reef, I'm going to speak with the Queen and see if she and her brother can help. I think...if we can't get you close enough with your way...we can use the gate in the Black Garden or Vault of Glass to get you home."
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…rub their faces in it.
Except, hold on. Something in what Declan said was enough to have Aoba giving himself a little shake out of his thoughts.
“Wait, sorry, what? Queen?” For what he’d learned of Declan’s universe so far, Aoba didn’t think he’d heard much about a queen yet. “You know a Queen? We’re getting royalty involved?”
‘If’, Aoba, Declan had said ‘if’, but that didn’t stop the man from starting to get a little worked up over the idea of someone with such an important-sounding title getting involved in his stupid little business! Nevermind that world-hopping time-spanning portals was significantly something more than stupid little business, but still!
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"...He's the person Mac is so obsessed with." Which made his infatuation all the more complicated. It was a well-known fact that Uldren Sov despised Guardians, in direct opposition of Mara's fascination and respect for them. Couple that with the fact that Mac was precisely the sort of person on the whole that Uldren disliked? It was inevitably never going to happen, and Declan wished his friend - and only technical family - could release himself from being emotionally shackled to that spot, but there was nothing to do about it.
"If the library and Xur don't have anything, Mara knows a lot about the Vex gates. They're time gates. If nothing else, I can get you back to your time. It's the least I can do," the Titan mused, glancing at Aoba's face before looking away, unwilling to follow the lead of his thoughts. He could just...quietly imagine touching cheek to cheek. Nuzzling, it was called? He had an urge to nuzzle against the other man and that was entirely out of line.
"You should pack. I'm going to go to the quartermasters and get weapons and gear. I'll get light weapons for you. You shouldn't have to use them, but if you do, they'll be easy for you. I have...a large collection." That he did. Embarrassingly so. Much like he collected ships, he collected weapons. Unlike Mac who picked things he liked and just doggedly upgraded them, Declan liked a weapon for every eventuality. He had a few with auto-targeting that would be perfect for someone that didn't use guns at all. And...
"Bring your dagger and anything else you want to decorate the ship. We're going to be there for a while. But...I need to know some preferences. Since there's a lot to take gear wise..."
And then he was all professional business, counting off kit details. There were primary, special, and heavy weapon loadouts. Primary could be auto rifles, pulse rifles that fired rapid bursts of a few rounds at a time, scout rifles that could be used for rapid fire or burst fire but were better ranged than either former, and hand cannons. Declan was notably favored towards hand cannons, his tone different when he said it, though he mentioned it probably wasn't best for Aoba with how heavy kick-back could be.
Special weapons were sniper rifles, fusion rifles that fired different types of concentrated energies, shotguns, and side arms. He mentioned he wanted to give a specific sidearm to Aoba, but it was ultimately up to what the man wanted.
Heavy weapons were more complicated in variance. Machine guns with barrel clips for ammunition, unloading hundreds of rounds, rocket launchers with all kinds of specifications, and most interesting of all, swords. He explained that swords were definitely a thing, but best left to Guardians, since they were infused with different energy wielded by guardians. Mac, he remarked, fancied himself a space-age knight, and dressed like a knight templar in the field, carried a sword, and used the equivalent of magic. Scientifically proven magic, but magic nonetheless. Every Guardian was unique, in the end, despite being products made for a specific purpose.
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Then Declan started going on about weapons. Aoba wouldn’t have been able to say just where exactly Declan fell on a scale of ‘thorough’ to ‘passionate’ about the subject, given how he was able to launch into such a vast description of items as he was, but the one thing he could say for sure was that he himself was totally lost.
“I-I’ve never even held a gun, much less fired one!” he exclaimed at the end, waving his hands in a ‘wait, wait’ gesture. He was still in Declan’s lap, too, being too stunned by the monologue to move in the meanwhile. “I’d probably shoot myself in the foot if I tried—or worse, yours!”
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"You'll learn on the go. I'll teach you. Ideally you'll never have to fire a round outside of a learning setting anyways, if I'm doing my job protecting you right. But in the eventuality something happens, I want you as safe as possible. That means the best possible gear and load-out. I can pick the weapons for you if you're worried about what to take...but...I really have to insist, Aoba. Even the safe places are still dangerous." And the last thing they needed was for Declan to be distracted worrying about every nick and scratch the other man might end up with. He was already going to be on high alert just because that's how he was.
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“Arming me with a weapon I don’t know how to use isn’t going to keep me safe,” he protested, but admittedly weakly, given that Declan insisted. If that was the stance he was taking, Aoba did not presume he might be able to sway him anyway. Still, people had to be trained for months or even years to be proficient at something like that, didn’t they? “If you’re insisting, I can’t exactly tell you 'no', but it sounds like a bad idea to me….”
With that said, Aoba finally saw about getting up from Declan’s surprisingly-comfortable lap, trying not to lean on the man too much but at the same time needing to use his shoulder as a brace as he shuffled himself up and got his feet back on the floor. Standing, and sighing, he looked down at Declan with reluctance, but not mistrust.
“I don’t know anything about any of the things you just described to me. I’ll get started packing my stuff, but you’ll have to pick the…'loadout' for me.”
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"I'll go to the armory and choose things I think will work best. If nothing else, since we won't be far apart, just...think of it as carrying extra weapons for me? Never hurts to have more munitions."
That said, he inclined his head and pulled a gray hoodie on over his shirt, slipping out with a quick "I'll pick up something to eat."
It didn't really take him long at all to come back, a little over an hour at most. He thumped softly back into the apartment, tugged his shoes off, then gestured to Ghost, who used his transmat to materialize several weapon cases, a large briefcase-looking container, and an over-stuffed, slightly grease-stained, large paper bag.
"Gear and food, as promised," the man smiled vaguely, sniffing twice at the myriad aromas wafting from the sack.
"I asked around and got directed to a place that makes 'Chinese' food. I didn't know what to get though, so...I probably overdid it. The woman at the restaurant helped me big things. I hope you like rice and noodles because there seemed to be an awful lot," the Titan mused, eyes widening a bit at his recollection as the bag was filled.
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“Rice and noodles are staples back home, too, so I’m sure it’ll be delicious,” Aoba answered, starting to unload containers.
An hour had, in turn, been plenty of time for him to basically re-load the bag Tess had kitted him out with at the start. He’d included the crystalline dagger and, despite protests from Ren, the Prismatic Heart among the items he’d packed. He’d felt oddly compelled to do so, though maybe it wasn’t anything more well-thought-out than an act of defiance. He could say that ‘the hues of his heart’ sounded perfectly appropriate for someone like him, with apparent multiple sides of his personality, but he also just plain liked it, whatever it had done. Aoba though it stood out among his collection, much as the dagger did.
Maybe he’d been a magpie in a past life, heh.
Taking it upon himself to shuffle food to the table for proper eating, his own appetite enticed by the smells after having an uninteresting breakfast, Aoba finally submitted to glancing towards the other bulky, rather foreboding cases. “So…what did you end up choosing?”
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"I picked out a sidearm, a scout rifle, and a rocket launcher. Scout rifles allow for precision shots and have good scopes, so it should be easy for you. The sidearm, Trespasser, is lightweight, has auto-targeting, motion-tracking, extremely reduced recoil, extended range, and burst firing. It's one of the best sidearms on the market, at all. I bought it from Xur a couple years ago when I was still training in the Cosmodrome."
Crunching away on the rest of the crab rangoon, Declan paced over, flipping open the weapon crates, fingertips running over the metal, wood, and leather like touching a lover. Unsurprising, considering how intimately familiar he was with all weapons. There was a smaller gun, the sidearm he mentioned, the two-handed scout rifle, and a large, surprisingly cutely decorated rocket launcher.
"The scout rifle is Vision of Confluence. It has snapshot sighting, excellent handling, superb target acquisition. Good effective range and recoil control, and can be switched to automatic if you feel confident with it. Otherwise it's great for single shot and short burst firing from a distance. Um, sort of a like...a short range, much easier to handle sniper rifle. Extended magazine and lighter weight makes it more effective, though.I didn't know if you're prefer a sniper rifle or not but...I don't actually own any. That's more Mac's thing," the Titan muttered, rubbing the side of his nose and looking a bit guilty.
"Um. The rocket launcher is Dragon's Breath. It's one of the best rocket-launchers...ever." He shrugged helplessly, patting the big weapon lightly. "If my current one weren't just a little better, I'd still use it. It's got extremely reduced recoil for a rocket launcher and can hold three rounds, which is a lot, since most can only hold one round at a time. It's got a massive blast radius, too. So easy to use. Point it in the general direction of what you want to hit, and no matter how bad your aim is, odds are you're still gonna get the target," Declan smirks faintly, arching a brow at Aoba.
"Easy to use weapons, hard to mess up. If you need to use them, you'll be fine, and if you don't, you're still fine. They won't blow up just being around you."
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He wasn’t thinking it in words precisely, but it was there in an unsettled gut feeling: the understanding that carrying a weapon meant he was being told to kill. Self-defense Aoba knew and had dealt with, and injuring another to protect himself was one thing, but weapons were made to kill.
If someone comes at us, it’s them or us. That’s not a hard choice.
It wasn’t, it really wasn’t, but however rationally it had to be true, it wasn’t a necessity he had to be happy about. It even made it harder to appreciate how much Declan clearly appreciated the weapons themselves. They had names, even.
“If I’m carrying them, I’m carrying them for you. Not for me,” he answered, a duality of meaning that wasn’t lost on him. Settling at the table with chopsticks in hand, quietly appreciating the familiar utensils, he separated a portion of lo mein onto a plate before digging in.
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