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vitebsky train station, saint-petersburg, russia

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🎀: GIFT GIVEN

@devrimsperch

“That place sounds beautiful… I’ve only been to old North America a few times. Just on scouting missions with Guardians. Never got to do too much.” Devrim hummed, reminicing about his travels, despite how few he’s been allowed to have. Guardians almost always refused to let tower militia get involved in anything. It was a fight, tooth and nail, to get permission to scout alongside them.

He perked at the dreams Adrian seemed to have. Guardians and how they remembered things always intrigued him. He always wondered what it would be like, to live like your past life was just a dream. “A husband and a name? Well, that is quite a bit to celebrate!” he hummed. “What did you find out about yourself?”

“It really is beautiful out there, wilderness reclaiming what civilization had taken for centuries. Though there are quite a few Encampments and Communes like the Farm. One was a couple hours away from where Jade resurrected me the first time. Friendly people, though they don’t get too many guardians passing through, but it seems like they make do on their own. Most of the threats are wildlife getting too close to their boundaries.” A smile upon his face as he reminisced about the gorgeous sites. Spectacular sunrises and sunsets that set the mountain ranges ablaze in pinks, reds, oranges. The way the setting sun looked over the ocean, coloring the waves dark blue, how the sand felt against his skin. If he could get away with playing hooky from guardian duties a little more frequently, he wouldn’t mind traveling around a bit and experiencing the sights.

He had a husband, or very least a Fiance. Though he was fairly certain even with fuzzy details the figure had been male, yet no matter how often he tried forcing his dreams to move further. To remove the block that had kept him from seeing clearly, they usually ended in him waking up and staring into the darkness. Maybe one day those dreams would become clear enough for him to truly see the part of himself he was missing all this time. He took another sip of his cooling tea before inhaling deep enough for said tea to travel down the wrong pipe, plaguing the guardian with violent coughs and watery eyes. “Wait what!?” He asked, voice rather scratchy as he continued to cough for a couple more minutes until his airways were a bit more clear.

“Yeeeeeeess!” She sang around, twirling through the air, seemingly rather pleased with herself. “While we were searching around your Second Birthplace, I was scanning and found something encased in the calcium deposits at the bottom of one of the hot pools. Naturally I scooped it up and been routinely repairing it, it was both badly damaged and covered in sediment.” She continued to float through the air, her voice an array of melodies.

“Wait, wait, was that way you had to perform a reboot that afternoon? Because you took a dip in a boiling hot, acidic hot-pool to grab something you found? Wait, do you just float around picking up whatever catches your eye?” He asked his Jadeite shell with a small grin, hues still tinged red. “Well lay it on me.”

“I don’t take just anything. It’s gotta be interesting first! Okay, okay! Drum roll please!” Jade announced before synthesizing her voice into a series of low rolling sounds, then stopped. “Your name is Adrian Blackwater, no middle name that I could tell, profession; a glorified gravel monkey!” Revealing the Guardians name and something close to a profession before dissolving into a fit of windchime like giggles as she rotated on an axis, obviously pleased with herself. A small laminated badge materialized out of thin air before falling to the ground with a small plopping sound. Most of the colors were worn, and the name of whatever institution it had belonged to were all but gone, leaving only a couple letters. First and last name were still readable, along with what he thought was a dreadful picture of someone that looked almost like himself. Maybe younger? Grey hair, Light blue eyes, possibly a tan that spoke how long that person had been out in the sun.

“Wait, did you just call me a gravel monkey, you glorified windchime!” He said with faked indignation, though it couldn’t have been clearer he was rather amused. Holding out his hand, palm up, he watched as the Verdant shell floated on over and nuzzled against his fingers.

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“Guess there are some valid reasons as to why they forbid people from digging up their past. Maybe it’s to keep a guardian's mental wellbeing in check? Couldn’t be easy to accept that the life you once had is no longer obtainable, and the love ones you surround yourself with are no longer of this world would be pretty daunting. Still, not being able to dig around hasn’t stopped people from trying to gleam their past. You’ve got those Thanatonauts running around, killing themselves all in order to see some shred of their lives before becoming guardians.” He mused aloud, something that seemed fairly common to Adrian as he worked through whatever was on his mind. Sliding the ring back onto its designated finger, his Ice colored hues sparkled with a sort of mischief usually reserved for rule breaking, the kind little children often had before getting into trouble themselves.

“Oh he does! Commander Baldy can’t stop us, he’s too busy reigning in the newer guardians and avoiding Ikora. We sneak off in between missions to snoop about! We just forgot to fly under the radar.” The Verdant Ghost used a faux whisper before bursting into fits of musical giggles then continued to loftily bounce around their space, leaving her guardian grinning.

“You know, the only reason you’ve gotten away with calling Zavala ‘Captain baldy’ is because you’re a ghost, but I got stuck with one of the longest lectures he’s given yet, though I don’t disagree. He’s been busy dealing with the day to day operations back there, leaving us somewhat free to roam about. So long as we remain below the radar. Every so often we travel back to where I was resurrected and scout around. Used some older maps to figure out where we were, turns out we weren’t too far from Yellowstone.”

“It’s so pretty there! Streams and lakes of boiling hot water! Rainbow pools and giant forests!” Jade was seemingly gushing while rotating like a top.

“But it hasn’t done anything for the dreams I have. Every so often I’ll get vivid images of landscapes. Mountains, expansive fields, beaches, and deep forests. Every time I’m with a person, but their features are always too blurry to make out. When I wake up, I try to quickly write down what I see for later.” His brows furrowed as he tried to recall any detail about the person in his dreams, after a moment or two, he relaxed and shrugged. “Only thing I’ve gotten was it was a guy.”

“Don’t forget the biggest news!” The Verdant Ghost practically sang with excitement, this time the smaller platelets that made up it’s entirety were now spinning while it’s optic flashed various colors. “You now know your full name!”

🎀: Gift Given

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Adrian couldn’t help but grin as he watched the Verdant Ghost swivel with excitement at being told one didn’t need legs to play soccer. At least once extra precautions were made to ensure she wasn’t mistaken for the ball, and used by one of the teams to score a point. It took the Guardian a couple seconds before suddenly recalling one of the more questionable Shell designs he’d seen at the tower, while avoiding the Titan Vanguard. He was more than reluctant to let his Ghost try it out, for fear of other Guardian’s mistaking it for a piece of sporting equipment. He half wondered whether the Rifleman had the exact same thought he just had.  “Well, if it’s something you’re wanting to try out, we can head out to the farm later. Though, just in case we’ll probably change your shell to something more. . . noticeable? Neon Orange, perhaps?” He mused, getting a little enjoyment out of watching the Jadeite Ghost bounce around humming to itself.

“Oh can we!? I bet it’ll be loads of fun! Especially with lots of people there playing!” She sang, her voice still reminiscent of a windchime changing pitches as she continued to bounce with excitement. “Eww, Caution Orange? But I don’t want to be mistaken for the ball, Deal!” She giggled before lazily orbiting around, spinning one way or the other.

He took another sip from the tin mug, watched his Ghost float around seemingly excited about soccer that he hadn’t been paying enough attention to fully process the statement the older Rifleman had said. “A bond?” A grey brow rose up into his helmet hair, slight confusion laced his voice as he touched the band of fabric that symbolized the Warlock class. It wasn’t until Devrim made it clear just what exactly he was referring to, understanding replaced the bit of confusion he had. Moving the cup of tea to the other hand, he deftly twisted the older band off his ring finger with just his pinky and thumb. Gently he held it between his pointer and thumb and looked through it with Ice colored eyes, as if viewing something far away within it.

A sore subject? Adrian wasn’t entirely sure what he felt about it. Whether he should feel elated, Melancholy, maybe enraged? The trance he’d seemingly been thrown into while peering through the ring’s center had been broken by a small splash. Peering down had revealed none other than the Verdant shell had taken half a plunge into his tea, while the other half remained too large for the cup itself. Rolling his hues good naturedly, he slid the silver band back over his finger then fished out Jade from the cup, then proceeded to use the inside of his robes to pat her dry before releasing her back into the air. “Not sure if it’s a sore subject, per say. When Jade resurrected me for the first time, I was wearing this ring.” He slid it off once more and began rolling it around between his fingers, sometimes letting the shafts of sunlight catch against it’s dull surface. It was clear it had some spots that were painstakingly patched. “Unfortunately during the initial Res, we don’t have time nor the luxury to stand around and look. Every now and then I return to the same spot and look around to see if there is a matching band somewhere, but never found anything, and it’s against vanguard policy to look into the past. Yet it didn’t feel right to get rid of the ring.”

Adrian took a long sip from his cup, now that it was Ghost free and cooling down. Sometimes when there was time between missions, he’d just ponder how completely bizarre their world had become. A world in which only a certain kind of person could be resurrected from their eternal slumber, to wield a power so vast, that the so called Darkness worked tirelessly to snuff it out. With all that craziness, was it entirely possible for whomever he had loved in his past life to return? Whether it was through Guardian resurrection or Reincarnation if that was even possible, all he hoped for was if whoever it was he had loved came back, he’d feel the connection between them. “Just hope one day I’ll be able to find the match to it, and hopefully the person it belonged to.”

🎀: Gift Given

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He nodded in appreciation at the proffered cup of tea, gingerly he placed the mug atop the Verdant ghost whom chimed happily as it worked to maintain its balance. The pieces of its shell slowly revolving around, like a gyroscope, while Adrian worked to remove his gloves to which he managed to stash them into a pocket before picking up the warm mug. A couple small flashes of Moss green, and silver shone as his fingers wrapped around the tin mug, bringing it closer to smell the tea. The gentle clank of metal upon metal as he watched the Rifleman from over his cup. An old degraded, cracked silver band that looked like it might have been an engagement ring more than a century or so ago. Another band held a stone a shade lighter than the Ghost that was now orbiting his tea with curiosity.

“Earth folk, eh? Do you manage to get away long enough to travel around, see some sights? I imagine just trying to keep some of us from doing something stupid on missions becomes a full job itself.” He mused, bringing the tin cup to his lips, taking a small sip before lowering it again. There were times where Guardian’s much like himself had forgotten that a lot of their support were Humans, and were still bound by the laws of mortality. A slight frown formed at the corner of his lips at the thought of these people being unable to enjoy some of fun that Guardian’s took part of. . .Jumping off the tower not included.

“Huh? Soccer? Water Guns?” The small frown that had formed at the mere thought of their support being left out of some festivities had pulled a one-eighty, leaving him grinning and chuckling at the thought. “That certainly sounds far more fun than either of those events.” He chuckled just as the Verdant Ghost pin wheeled through the air.

“I know about Soccer! I’ve seen some humans play! But it appears that having legs is a prerequisite.”

🎀: Gift Given

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“What a way to make a first impression. Do you introduce yourself like this to all your vanguardians?” Devrim teased, a playful tone to his upturned lips. “Thank you- again. It’s nice to meet you, Adrian.”

Devrim strode over to his hotplate, setting it up to heat some water for the both of them. “What brings you to my humble abode? Shouldn’t you be off in Crucible celebrating Crimson Days?” he asked, curious. Sure he had Guardians flit through here day in and day out, but it wasn’t often they had made the move to actually make nice with him. Many of them babied him, were parented by him, or just wanted to get their patrol duties done and get back to wherever or whatever they had been doing before.

He wondered what kind of tea Adrian would like, as he snuck a glance at the other to give him a quick once over. Squinting, he came to a decision- Ah, spiced chai. Obviously.

A soft warm chuckle escaped his lips as he smiled brightly, both at the thought that the older Rifleman had indeed seemed rather pleased with the introduction and gift; and the jest of getting to know the other Van-guardians much like their current manner. Another soft chuckle left his lips as he thought about trying to get to know someone like Asher Mir, while the man was unarguably brilliant, he had the social skills of a Thrall. “I’m fairly sure the likes of Asher Mir is far too busy in his research. Osiris is more than likely breaking something within the infinite forest, plus he has his. . . followers.” He deftly glossed over the word ‘Followers’ having met with them a few times before, it was usually best to quickly finish what business you had with them, then hightail it out. They were fairly fanatical about the man they put upon a pedestal, but once in a while they tend to give some decent insight.

Besides, there weren’t too many other’s he’d bother introducing himself to, even among the Vanguard faction. Many of the Guardian leaders that held posts upon planetary bodies were all busy fighting their own battles to even worry about lone guardians. Sloan was trying to keep the floating structures of Titan from sinking into the methane abyss, Ana was dealing with Rasputin. Much like them, the other’s were dealing with varying issues on their own planets. “Crimson days at the Crucible? Just not as much fun as racing a sparrow through dubious tracks.” He mused, his Ice colored hues seemingly sparkled at the mention of racing sparrows through the wilds, dodging an array of always changing obstacles and danger.

“Plusssss he got into trouble!” Came the melodic, singing filled the air around them, it’s tones continually shifting much like a wind chime in the breeze. Shifting out of the transmat zone, Jade lazily spun through the air, it’s Jadeite shell catching flecks of sun through the window. “Commander Baldy  was super mad we were away, exploring for so long. Far far away! He can stay mad though, I got to see the Ocean!” The chiming notes changed as the little ghost giggled while spinning in place, leaving her Guardian with a look of amusement painting his face.

“We may have gone further than what the Vanguard trio allowed. Zavala is. . .Zavala and I don’t quite see eye to eye, so to speak. He seems off put by what I’ve been trying to do for a bit now. After talking with Ikora, he sort of overheard what Jadeite and I were trying to accomplish, then he sort of put us on leave.” The man gave a light shrug of his shoulders, head cocked to one direction as he nuzzled the ghost that floated into the crook of his neck. Every twirl of Jadeite's shell tinkled against the few piercings he had up the edge of his ear.

“We got grounded. Not allowed to take part in guardian duties for a whole week. No flying off to other planets, or halfway around the world.” The little ghosts melodic chimes had gone low, it’s verdant shell drooping slightly.

“But we’ll be able to catch Holiday’s race later, so there is that.” He crooned. The thought of watching a sparrow race seemed to have perked her up now that she was pin wheeling through the air. “So since I don’t have any prior engagements to worry about, might as well take it easy and get to know some of the people that have been a big help during missions. Are you going to participate in the Crimson Crucible? Bet you’d make a few great shots in there.”

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There had always been something special about the European Dead zone that appealed to his senses, though he never knew what often drew him there. Trostland in particular had the most appeal than anywhere else of the surrounding area. He often contemplated whether it was because Nature was actively trying to restore itself there. Maybe it was because it happened to be entirely picturesque. A small town where time itself slowed to a stop. What used to have been colorful homes and apartments were now alive with alien occupants, mossy cobbled streets cracked with the abuse of war. The large stone Cathedral that served as the town’s focal point, shards of stained glass missing in some spots but still seemed to glow in the afternoon sun.

Trostland was a town that had its own kind of beauty, the kind that could only be seen up close as the soles of his boots stepped over discarded Cabal debris here and there. Nothing but the sound of the wind through the large pine trees that towered over the ruins of homes, the occasional throaty sound from a hidden Eliksni, a war cry of Cabal ground troops, and a piercing ring of a Sniper. The sound drew his thoughts away from the Romance of post golden age deterioration, now solely focused on who discharged that Rifle. It was common knowledge that there was an older gentleman who was the guardian of this forgotten town, often ensuring the parties of both Eliksni and Cabal weren’t getting too carried away. Personally he never had the chance to talk to the man, let alone introduce himself. “Can’t be anyworse than Asher mir.” He mused to himself, the visor of his helm muffling his voice as he began ascending the makeshift staircase up into the belfry.

“Hey, Jade? Do you still have that Geode we picked up when we went exploring?” The man had asked loud enough for the air to respond in melodic chimes.

“I do, I do!” said the voice as something began to sparkle into existence, rays of sunlight that filtered in through cracked glass illuminated the tiny Ghost’s nearly translucent Jadeite shell as it twirled through the dusty air. The same instant what looked like a rock the same size of his Ghost materialized in the palm of his gloved hand, feeling it’s familiar weight. Reaching the top of the decrepit staircase, he removed his helm letting his Ghost put it away before knocking  against the wooden paneling of the wall. Last thing he wanted to do was surprise the man holding a rifle out the window, getting shot was painfully annoying.

“Hello, I’m Adrian. Thought I’d pop on up and introduce myself since I don’t believe I’ve had the opportunity yet.” He smiled brightly, a slight breeze from the missing window panes ruffled the tails of his Braytech jacket, and his silver hair given a bad case of helmet hair. “I understand an older holiday is right around the corner, so I hope you might appreciate this.” He mused, holding up the geodode in the palm of his hand. The outer shell appeared like any ordinary rock, but the large chunk missing from its outer shell revealed an inner hollow filled with deep Violet crystals of varying sizes. Adrian watched the look of surprise flash across the man’s eyes, a small grin coming to his own lips. “You’re Welcome, it’s nothing exciting like a new gun. Though you don’t ever seem to see Crystals or gems around much.”

🎀: Gift Given. A ghost sized geode, filled with Amethyst crystals.

Devrim gingerly took the large zone, holding it like it could break were he not careful. His eyes sparkled along with the glittering purple crystals inside. He’d seen an amethyst before, sure. But never so large, always small, cut to bejewel others. 

“Thank you… I-” he was utterly enamored by it. “It’s lovely. Thank you, dear.” 

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Hit with the sudden image of Rain getting stuck in a ventilation system.

Send “venting” for my muse to crawl/climb out of the ventilation system.

Send “vent crawler” for your muse to be the one climbing/crawling out of a vent. 

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Hi hey, this took for fucking ever to finish. I originally made it to promote a fic of mine I’m working on, where Devrim befriends a certain Mazan. But I’m nowhere near being done with the first half of this fic yet and am currently in the middle of rewriting a good chunk of it to be more in character (and to include the fact that Mazan is a bad boy and is a Wanted criminal now. Good job you fucking idiot) so, yeah. Here’s this thing. 

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Fun Vampire Fact; the reason that Vampires traditionally cannot see their reflections in a mirror is because mirrors used to be backed with a reflective layer of silver — which, as the metal of purity, would not ‘interact’ with Vampires, who are the Devil’s work.

However, modern mirrors have used aluminum as their reflective backing for many years now — and aluminum is not a ‘picky’ metal at all. So Vampires are able to see their reflections in modern mirrors.

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This is the Moon bridge in Italy. (Source)

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Officially made it back from Comic con. Was lucky enough to not end up with the con plague, my friends weren’t as lucky. But then it’s not surprising when you eat nothing but pizza and nachos for an entire week. Had to split a bit early to beat the heatwave that’s getting ready to wreck havoc on Las Vegas, can’t have my dogs getting too warm while driving.

The Con was great as usual. Long lines. But a near endless stream of costumes passing by. Anything from heart felt amateur creations where first timers put their soul into a costume to professionally made props and costumes. Naruto, Bleach, Hocus Pocus, Ghost busters, Harry Potter, Metal gear, Full metal alchemist, Portal, Skyrim. These were just the few that I immediately recognized and next year I hope to join in on all the fun of dressing up.

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Over the next couple of weeks I’ll be driving down to San Diego Comic con for my summer vacation. Was intending on dressing up (Corvo attano) but I couldn’t get a few pieces required for the costume, so I’m going as myself. Sad, but won’t stop me from geeking out over everything. Won’t be able to get to any replies, Tumblr mobile isn’t exactly the best platform, so it’ll save it until I get back. 

Vampire Out!