#thexharvester

[rubyredsiren]

22. Somewhere they’re not supposed to be.

Send a number to find my muse…Somewhere they’re not supposed to be.

Having grown up on Pandora, Sammy was accustomed to climbing and tumbling over terrain. Eridian ruins were no different, constantly beaten by snowfall, Sammy minded where she stepped for fear of slipping, climbing arches and architecture with as much tact as she could muster.

Something felt off though as she mounted over a particularly steep incline, she looked over both shoulders, looking for whatever eyes might have been staring. In her attempt to spot what was off she didn’t realize she’d run out of ground to step back onto, and found herself falling backwards down a sudden drop. “sHIT-“

[numericalassassin]

✂

Manhandling Starters

"Are you serious?" Zer0 asks in an utterly flat tone. Or well, no more flat then usual but they manage to make it seem even flatter by crossing their arms and projecting a :| onto their visor.

"You are trying to bench me? Not gonna happen." The assassin didn't just sit things out. Not unless there was a damn good reason for it and even then they'd likely grumble a lot before going.

[rubyredbusser]

[Local alien mentor unintentionally scares youngest child]

[delphicc]

“ you’re looking at me like i’m see through. ”

See through, no; transparent, maybe. The look on her face was nearly one of abject horror, the far away look in her eyes almost like one of her visions. Only not quite; she wasn’t looking into the future now, but that past.

“You,” she said finally. The feeling had come upon her suddenly when she saw them, and it wasn’t a feeling easily dismissed. It was familiar, yet stranger than anything she’d felt before.

“You’re one of them.”

[eridiumangel]

@thexharvester

{Harvey watching all the sirens make bad decisions}

[percurrere]

❝ is everything okay? you’re looking a little glum. ❞

Audrey’s implant has been grinding out a static growl for the past thirty seconds. She’s slightly stick on what to do with herself and is trying to counter the frustration by laying her face on her desk and hoping an idea comes to mind. She at the least recognized the voice as a friendly one. That and not many want to disturb her in her shed in the middle of the night. 

[It’s that damn cult. They’re absorbing my contacts and allied bandits one-by-one.] She finally looks up but only resting her chin on the flat surface on the desk so she can still stay hunched. 

[I’ve already got recruiters on my ass, like I’m not going to be able to keep my clan or Julia safe. Then I’m still trying to figure out where Sammy ran off to on the side without anyone that has good leads. It’s not like her to disappear without telling anyone especially me.] 

[chainedfire-wildrider]

Continued from here.

@thexharvester

    Delta huffed looking down at her feet the dusty ground swishing as a soft breeze blew past the two. She couldn’t help but wonder how this being knew about her power, and she wasn’t about to question it either. She had rumors about herself growing around the city of Santurary, but they weren’t really that popular. The girl who cast the elements, the one who honored the Firehawk by scorching bloodshot bandits, when really she was doing it to get revenge from what they did to her. A low deep grumble stared in her chest, the hum resonated within her lungs.

    “I had gotten some help before, that person skipped town on me,” her fists clenched tightly. The pain was still there the sinking of her heart pulling lower than hell itself. There was a lump starting to form in her throat, she would not let them see her like this. Breathing in the air, her hair moved in the direction of her head, shaking it to clear the human feelings of heartache. “I... I suppose I have forgotten how to use it. The anger in me usually wins in most fights and... I can’t control what happens next.”

[pendles-is-friendles]

@thexharvester replied to your post: I once read somewhere that it’s a plot hole that...

((Jack talks about the BL1 VHers too on the radio near Pierce Station, so there are likely broadcasts about all of them. And the Echo recorders of their backstories are just lying around too.))

Yeah!  Exactly.  

And 1 also has the wanted posters (though put up by Atlas).  I’ll admit it’s been a long time since I’ve last played 1 so I don’t remember if the big bad of it calls them VHers too.  But, iirc you still find the echos there too.

I swear sometimes I’ll read theories/critiques about games where I’m pretty sure the person writing it hasn’t actually paid attention to the material. It’s all right in an average blog post, but on things like wikis, Youtube, and TVtropes.... it always bothers me. 

[bowbefore-blog]

“You're not actually considering this, what you're doing to your brother. That's not how it's supposed to work."

     “Of course, I am considering it, why wouldn’t I?” Tyreen sneered, her lips lifting in a snarl. Her sharp teeth bared at the stranger like a hungry animal about to attack it’s meal. Who was this stranger to ask her if she was doing something right or wrong? Blue eyes narrowed at the other, how exactly did this being know what she was doing with her brother. She paused, her mind raced as she tried to come up with a different conclusion one that was more logical than just up and knowing everything. Perhaps one of her men leaked the information and it spread like wildfire, even so she would find that man and destroy everything he lived for. 

     Tyreen huffed observing the human before her or what seemed to be human, “Don’t tell me how things are suppose to work. I get to choose what happens and what doesn’t, besides what exactly do you think I am doing with my brother.”

[schlemicl]

@thexharvester || Continued from x

“Perhaps.” Keeping a vague air about his answer was playing it safe for the Crimson Raider’s spy. He didn’t necessarily know the entity before him or what he truly was aside from the feeling that said person was a strong being and a powerful one at that. “I try not to think too much on it but when I’m alone it keeps coming up.” He had saved plenty of people, a few in which he wish he didn’t but had. It was his job, he had to protect the people of Sanctuary or Overlook when it was needed.

[rubyredsiren]

@thexharvester [I know this AU feels weird chronologically speaking but just;

Alien siren mentor who helps their rambunctious ward gain control of her powers]

[rubyredbusser]

((Harvey in A6))

[Expression Meme]

[Ok this one was real fun to draw omg]

[delphicc]

╳   FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power - hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive

♔   STRENGTHS.

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

🖌 SKILLS & HOBBIES.

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | beach combing | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leatherworking | martial arts | meditation | origami | fencing | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | minor potion tricks & trinkets | wood carving

Tagged by: @numericalassassin Tagging: @thexharvester​, @blxxdmoney, and whoever else wants to

[eridiumangel]

❤❤

“You hardly even know me, how can you be so sure you’d be safe?”

[percurrere]

@thexharvester from {x}

Audrey would take a few moments to collect her thoughts and force her implant to form the words she wanted, some static lurking beneath it. 

[I was scrounging. Found raw eridium. Didn’t know until I triped into a pit with the vein.] Her free hand made it’s best attempt to stay steady while pulling up her pant leg to show where she landed on her shin and knee. Large burn marks of exactly where the mineral had made contact with her skin and just around the edges of the damage showed the vibrant purple attempting to spread. 

[It hurt, but I think I partially absorbed it. Feeling like if I went back to camp I might have lost control.] 

[thcwatcher]

@thexharvester​

The business of her arrival and what she spoke of had slowly died down in Sanctuary. Not that there weren’t arguments and planning and ‘what ifs’ darting around, but they were somewhat accustomed to having her around. The Watcher had been vague about what her plans were next and as such, chosen to stay inside the walls of the floating city. She caught the side eyes and wary glances that the citizens threw her way, even if they thought they were being secretive about it. 

The Watcher was aware that her presence here did not exactly go over well with a couple of the humans living in Sanctuary. She was aware of the myths, theories and speculation surrounding Eridians and what humans might think of them. Did it bother her? No, not really. At this point in her life, the feelings of humans regarding her appearance mattered little to her. She’d been stared and shot at far too many times to care.

However, as things were seemingly starting to settle into a routine, the whispering started again. There was someone at the front gates. His eyes glowed yellow. He was vague about what he wanted but mentioned something about ‘The Watcher’ and wanting to see her. There was something about the Sirens too. Nobody had a clear idea of what was going on or what this person wanted. Stranger things had happened. Word would spread quickly across Pandora, that she had no doubt, especially when there was a weird alien creature involved.

It was only when Lilith came to get her that The Watcher took interest in it.

Not long after that, The Watcher was standing by Lilith’s side, waiting for the gates to be drawn down. The Watcher knew that the Siren didn’t exactly trust her. In fact, she knew that the woman’s trust was going to take a long time to earn, especially with her interference with Athena’s execution. But in the case, Lilith had recognised that The Watcher’s abilities could prove useful if the man was dangerous.

“Okay, lower the gate!” With that command, the gate was lowered, despite the fact that there wasn’t need for one anymore. The city was floating, they had no physical barriers apart from when the would seemingly land, if they could. In any case, as the gates came down, they revealed a dark skinned man and yellow eyes from what The Watcher could see at the distance she was at. However, there was something that The Watcher knew, even though it was not a physical indication that this man, as he claimed to look like, was not a man at all. She could recognise those that pretended to be human, especially if they used means that were present way back when.

Back when the Eridian’s were still alive.

Nobody gave the man a greeting and both parties were standing there in an awkward silence. The Watcher was somewhat surprised that Lilith had not said a word yet. Maybe she felt it too? Maybe she wasn’t sure what to say? Whatever the reason, The Watcher decided to take this moment to speak first. 

“Hello, old friend.”