#Crimsonbolts

[solgunslinger]

“Quick, Sol! Don’t move a muscle!”

   It’s the wrong phrase for a hair trigger Hunter, the cry of ‘ Quick! ‘ and her stance shifts in preparation for ACTION. Every muscle coils in preparation to spring in and out of danger like a wild hare, the wrong thing to do before so much as her name reaches her ears nest.

   Her vibrant colors flash and flutter sharply and her gaze snaps to Zenith with alarm in her eyes- concern unseen, but conveyed nonetheless.

   She wants to ask but instead she remains silent, senses reaching for a hint of their unseen foe. Waits for another instruction- or for something to force her own hand. Her lips form a thin line as they press together, nostrils flaring with the energy of a restrained horse.

   ‘ Don’t move a muscle ‘ 

   Since when are Guardians ever told to stand still? They’re in near constant motion, fighting, dancing, running, playing, warring, and oftentimes all of these at once. What a wild change of pace!

[jamest541975]

I'm watching SUPER right now. #super #supermovie #crimsonbolt #demonswill #theholyavenger #rainnwilson #ellenpage #jamesgunn #livtyler #kevinbacon #nathanfillion #gregghenry #michaelrooker #lindacardellini #seangunn #andreroyo #stephenblackehart #grantgoodman #paulttaylor #gerardodavila #robzombie #williamkatt #molliemilligan #steveagee #zachgilford #gregingram #mikaelahoover #lloydkaufman #nickholmes #michellegunn https://www.instagram.com/p/B8J0oXrlmoQ/?igshid=m7r6fcz3y5jo

[oliverdarkson]

I saw this weeks ago; it's an okay movie, but it's not really the best - like a D+. #super #crimsonbolt #jamesgunn #traditionaldrawing #traditional #drawing #art #coloreddrawing #artistsofinstagram #artistsoninstagram #wrench #shutupcrime #shutup #rainnwilson #fanart https://www.instagram.com/p/B2djSSwlpo4/?igshid=1wrd0p6l5g7e8

[ztenzila]

#bolty from #jamesgunn first directorial film #super ... Took the pose from #thenewwolverine fanart picture which was painted in watercolours and also I think #ellenpage would have made a great #x23 in a #solomovie if only #fox did it that way but I guess you never know but I think we got #Logan to thank for a x23 appearance in the #movie so no one is to blame on anything I guess .... Hope you like my #painting ??? #super #super movie #superthefilm #2011 #2019 #acrylicpaint #crimsonbolt #crimsonboltandboltie #ztenzilastuff #ztenzilaart #cutie #sidekick #sexysidekick #kinkysidekick https://www.instagram.com/p/By3nS0hA01i/?igshid=1bzuwior8pwjc

[1800getatom]

Where’s my super #schrute?!? Just kidding, it’s the #crimsonbolt for @redentor78! #shutupcrime #super #frankdarbo #rainnwilson #kuretake #kurecolor #ink #instaart #instagood #commissions #modestocon #modesto #turlocktoonskwad #artstagram #artoftheday #picoftheday #sketchcover #art #garyfrank #homagecover #igers #sketchdaily #sketch_dailies (at Modesto Centre Plaza)

[solgunslinger]

@crimson-bolts liked for a lyric starter! Receives lyrics from Ellie Goulding vs Daft Punk - There's Something About Us Under The Sheets!

“ You left a blood stain on the floor, you set your sights on him! You left a hand print on the door- “ There’s something of a laugh in her voice, though whether it’s genuine amusement or a nervous giggle is remains to be seen. Leaning a bit out the door frame to see the bloody smear better, she keeps careful watch in case their pursuer really has found them. Tensions are high, and hopefully, Supers are ready.

[solgunslinger]

@crimson-bolts, continued from x!

   This peaked Solgun’s interest, dark eyes peering curiously over the Exo’s armor before returning to his face.

   “ Really? “

   She cants her head to the side, biting her lip for a moment in careful deliberation. To ask, or not to ask, either way she may sound foolish. To comment now whilst remaining ignorant may prove insensitive and rude, and to ask may be just the same. When she speaks again her tone is not pitying. Only a little gentler than before out of respect. No Guardian she’d ever known was the type to respond well to pity, and she is not one of the few who give it.

   “ The Vex caused your optics permanent damage? “

[solgunslinger]

“I don’t see what anyone’s talking about; it seems like a normal scarf to me!” Zenith spoke calmly, the Exo’s Receptors twitching atop his head...

   Though the head tilt she casts Zenith’s way coupled with the momentary silence indicates she does not entirely understand if he’s joking, she eventually gestures towards him with a small smile. “ I am glad there is someone who remains unfazed by my coloring. “ Solgun pauses. “ Lighting. “ She amends.

[solgunslinger]

“Damn, it looks like you pissed off a grizzly bear.”

attacked [sentence starters]

   There comes a rueful laugh, hoarse and pained. Her Ghost is clearly working overtime to get her pieced back together again because Sol clearly hadn’t actually died from the encounter. Her cloak was in tatters and the less robust pieces of her armor have deep gouges from them- not to mention her actual body. A bit of her right gauntlet is missing and the fingers there are coated in blood from the point where she’d actually lost them. 

   “ I did. “  

[solgunslinger]

Would they rather receive a titan kiss ( a hard ass headbutt that mostly results in death ), asking a warlock a question that might result in a long explanation, or deciding to play the knife game with hunter and bet at high stakes?

questions for you to answer about your guardian or guardians:

   Solgun would gladly do all of these- EXCEPT for the high stakes bet. Solgun does not like to gamble with goods. But she’ll play the knife game! It’s good fun and drives her to practice her dexterity with a knife. She’ll take a dare in place of a bet if necessary, betting is simply not in her wiring.

   A headbutt from a Titan would likely kill the both of them- Sol is remarkably sturdy for a Hunter though and in some cases, may fare better than the Titan who delivered it. Both are undoubtedly going to need their Ghosts to fix them up though. 

   Solgun avidly pursues any kind of education she can get and will gladly sit and enjoy a long conversation with any Warlock who knows what the hell they’re talking about. So long as she’s allowed to ask questions and move around without offending them- she always needs to have something in hand at least to be able to listen better. Otherwise she may space out and miss something!   

[crimson-bolts]

The Exo groaned as he struggled to load his magazine into his cannon, fingers bending towards the crook in his arm where his shooter was balanced. His struggling ceased though when Sol approached and loaded the magazine in though, as a sheepish chuckle left the Exo afterwards.

He took hold of his cannon and snapped it shut, clicking the hammer back into place before pushing himself to his feet. A faint glow eminated from his free and now repaired hand, soon warping into a swirling mass of purple energy, before he pointed a finger towards his companion.

“To be fair, the Fallen out here get pissed when even a single scrap of loose tech leaves their territory.”

“Is that why you tried to make off with tanks of their Ether reserves?”

“No! Those were for our new friends in the Tower!”

He returned his attention to Sol, before gesturing that handful of Void energy towards the door.

“If they’re still bunched up by the wreckage, I think we can pin them down. At least for long enough to get out of here.”

crimson-bolts‌:

“I told you we should have called for back-up!”

“No, I told YOU we should call for back up; you just told me to ‘hold my beer’ and ‘watch this’! Now we’re neck deep in Fallen!”

A shot cracked from the corner of the room, skeeting past the door and colliding with a Dreg’s rebreather; cue the harsh screeching!

“Let’s not argue semantics, Twilight! Sol, can you see how many there are?”

A whirred sigh left the Exo’s Ghost as she buzzed over his shoulder, a short beam of Light repairing a rather sizable gash as he attempted to load his Rations with his free, functioning hand…

   As much as she wants to drag a hand down her face, Solgun knows she’d only leave a smear similar to the one that brought the attention of the Fallen to their current hiding spot. Which is now, essentially, a death trap. Still, she can’t be too upset. They’ve both undoubtedly gotten out of much worse with fewer problems, what could possibly go wrong?

   … More than what already has?

“ It is my fault, Twilight, I encouraged this. “ Yeah, shouting ‘ Do it for the Vine ‘ wasn’t the smartest thing she’d ever done. Both of them underestimated their foes this time, though Solgun wouldn’t allow this mistake to happen again.

Peering just enough to get one lens on her helmet through one of the several gaps left by a collapsed porch and a mostly blocked off window, she can see just the Fallen in the street. The small gap doesn’t give much leeway for finding those surrounding the building, but she’s able to see at least twelve Eliksni.

She’s only just finished counting the Captains present before one of the Vandals spots her movement and fires a shock round at the ancient wood. Splinters and wood chunks fly in the newly made hole and a few end up snagged on her hood. Solgun manages to pull back before it strikes and is quick to hold up a hand and flash a few signs at Zenith even as he attempts to reload. More out of reflex than the need for secrecy considering she still says what she intends. A sideglance his way halts her, the Guardian sneaking over to put her hand on the weapon in an offer to quickly reload for him while Twilight fixes him up all pretty like. 

“ Five Dreg, four Vandal, two Wretch, and the Captain. I cannot see them all, however. There are likely more outside my range of vision. They’re using the cars outside as cover, though the Captain looks ready to charge in and kill us himself. We truly pissed him off, did we not? “ 

[crimson-bolts]

“I told you we should have called for back-up!”

“No, I told YOU we should call for back up; you just told me to ‘hold my beer’ and ‘watch this’! Now we’re neck deep in Fallen!”

A shot cracked from the corner of the room, skeeting past the door and colliding with a Dreg’s rebreather; cue the harsh screeching!

“Let’s not argue semantics, Twilight! Sol, can you see how many there are?”

A whirred sigh left the Exo’s Ghost as she buzzed over his shoulder, a short beam of Light repairing a rather sizable gash as he attempted to load his Rations with his free, functioning hand...

@crimson-bolts liked for a lyric starter! Receives lyrics from Ellie Goulding vs Daft Punk - There’s Something About Us Under The Sheets!

“ You left a blood stain on the floor, you set your sights on him! You left a hand print on the door- “ There’s something of a laugh in her voice, though whether it’s genuine amusement or a nervous giggle is remains to be seen. Leaning a bit out the door frame to see the bloody smear better, she keeps careful watch in case their pursuer really has found them. Tensions are high, and hopefully, Supers are ready.