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.

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Another day avoiding the Tower and the Guardian bar. There weren't a lot of things for Declan to do when he was off-duty other than drink, eat, listen to music and general exist and as some would say, take up too much space.

As a Titan he was was expected to be large, but even by the Vanguard's standards the Awoken Guardian was above average. He sat on a stool in a bar down in the city, the cushioned metal straining under the weight of his combat gear, weapons and general bulk as his large gloved hands carefully turned a glass of scotch, glowing eyes watching the condensation with interest.

"Oooh, Decker's in the house. Better run for cover!"

Broad shoulders hunched inward, the only indication the pale man heard anything.

"Ignore them," the bartender huffed softly, sliding a bowl of nuts towards the Guardian, who grunted his gratitude but didn't eat, too busy staring wonderingly at the beads of sweat on his drink. He got like that, sometimes. Distant, thoughtful, oblivious to his surroundings. Or at least he seemed that way. He actually noticed a great deal, from the people in the bar to the people walking by, the conversations around him and more importantly, he had a good instinct for trouble. Battle sense wasn't just for the field. Sometimes it was just as important to know when a person was confused, hurt or in general need, and those things were what kept Declan around. He had a compulsive need to protect, either from his past life or ingrained by his Ghost, and he gave in more often than not. So far, though, the day seemed to be going unusually quiet.

Blessing or a curse, he wasn't one to worry. Time would tell.