#threat detector // tevis larsen

[gaygxnslinger]

@fireteam-silent "i came all this way to help you, and this is the thanks i get?" from khalom to tevis

tevis looks at the risen who seems insistent on following him. normally, he'd cast a glance at most before vanishing into the shadows, never to be seen again, and hopefully never needing a hand to be rezzed again, but this one? he squints his eyes.

he's met her before, hasn't he?

"what d'you want from me, kid? a medal? you rez me, and i don't turn on you. ain't that thanks enough?"

right. she was the nightstalker who sought him out for advice. he never had the heart to turn her away -- hell, he still keeps the cloak piece in one of his pockets -- but at the same time, it's not as if tevis had been expecting to see her again. she-- what was her name again? something to do with dreams- tevis isn't sure, it'll come back to him eventually. doesn't matter. she knows cayde, but it doesn't seem as if the two of them are all buddy-buddy.

well, you ask chance to topple a mountain and it'll either send a breeze, or a warsat crashing down on top of you, there's no way to predict what'll happen next.

guess of all people he was bound to meet again, it has to be another nightstalker. they have a way of congregating.

he sighs. maybe he is being a little harsh. "...just ain't used to havin' someone close enough to reach any distress signals." tevis also isn't used to his ghost sending them out in the first place. that isn't to say she doesn't try, but the last thing tevis wants is the wrong person finding him in a vulnerable spot, and cedar respects that.

[gaygxnslinger]

the closest thing to joy the monster is capable of bubbles close to the surface as the dead thing dives to meet him halfway. he has spent a lifetime hunting these creatures down. a lifetime of cornering them, of crushing their little machines beneath his heels. he can still taste it now; that little explosion of light and life as the great machine’s power leaves them. it is what he lives for.

the glimmer and guns offered by his comrades sweeten the pots, of course.

taniks would not be able to hunt and kill without the necessary resources. he would not be able to survive, to live in such comfort without the support of his patrons. but even without their glimmer, the kill is just as sweet. the sound of flesh rending from bone, the taste of their blood upon his tongue…

he wants more. he wants now. and the little risen is going to give it to him, whether it wants to die or not. taniks has not spent this long with his thumb on the pulse just to lose everything now.

the abomination lunges, intending to meet tevis beat for beat. the thing that cannot feel screams in rage as metal slices through one of his legs. he shifts, rolling with the momentum, and swipes at it. claws out, fingers twisted. he wants blood. he wants blood.

he wants blood.

And blood is what he shall get.

His claws catch Tevis’ leg, ripping through the armoured fabric and then flesh, drawing a grunt of pain from him. He’s suffered through much worse. The wound does cause him to stumble, but he forces that movement into a charge, swiping once again with Void-touched blades at anything on Taniks he can reach.

In the chaos he tosses a smoke bomb down with the intent to blind his aggressor rather than escape once again.

Tevis bites back most of the thoughts that spring to his mind, because he knows well that the wretch will turn them right back onto him with taunts about Andal -- or rather, his pet. The thought spurs him on to draw more from the Void, launching a scattering explosion of energy, hopefully right into the fucker’s face.

If he keeps this up he’ll end up exhausted, but he needs this. Andal needs this.

“You really think--” another slash at his legs, “--you’re gonna kill me? Risen have brought down gods, you’re nothin’ more than target practice.” Yet Taniks has felled Guardians. Does that bring him onto the same level, or one above?

It does nothing

If his tether only draws further ire and amusement from Taniks, what hope does anything else he could do have?

A glance towards Andal, attempting to crawl on the ground. He cannot be another victim and force Andal to carry the burden of his death. Cayde is waiting for him, back in the Tower, there isn’t a way in hell that Tevis could ever forgive himself if he ended up vanishing without a trace, like so many other Hunters have. Maybe, years ago, he would have been okay with that. Now? Too much responsibility is in his hands.

“Tch. Yeah,” Tevis practically snarls, “bet you’re as good at teachin’ as the Thanatonauts are at livin’. You can try ‘train me’ as much as you want but y’ ain’t ever gonna get me to play along like a good little Hunter.”

Then again...Tevis looks to Andal. One of the strongest Risen he knows...

That only fills him with more anger, knowing distinctly how far the wretch has ruined his friend, to the point where he no longer remembers who he is. Without another thought he surges forward, Void emptiness trailing behind, keenly brightening in colour as Tevis moves to attempt to slash at Taniks’ legs then duck out of reach if possible. If he can’t kill him? Then rendering him helpless is just as good -- if not better.

[gaygxnslinger]

some pack headcanons i said id post

I like to think that Tevis is the oldest Hunter out of the four of them. He’s a very experienced Nightstalker who’s used to being alone, then good ol’ Andal comes along who also turns out to be a Nightstalker. He knows how much it sucks to learn how to control the Void, so he decides to help out, in his Tevis-like ‘I’m not teaching, you’re just doing it wrong’ way.

And then the pack forms around them. A few other Hunters that I might make NPC sheets for, then Andal finds Cayde in a situation, rescues him, and convinces him to join too. A while later they find Shiro, who begrudgingly joins too.

This is entirely my hc and I will not force it onto any muns but. I do really like the idea of Tevis and Andal being close. The definition of not romantic, not platonic, but some secret third thing. They’ve been through so much together and they know each other better than most; Andal is one of the few who gets to see Tevis open up and relax, and he’s also one of the few who can read Tevis’ feelings beyond grumpy.

Andal really is the glue that keeps them together. After his death, Cayde, Tevis and Shiro stick around together for a lil while, but especially once Cayde becomes Vanguard, Tevis and Shiro split off, sometimes sticking together, but mostly wandering alone aside from their necessary reports back to Cayde. Shiro probably regrets it now that he’s actually alone.

i have more thoughts but i dont want this post to be too long LOL

[gaygxnslinger]

word prompts // accepting!

[ cover ] ++ — from my Cayde to Tevis :3 

@thvndersnow

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket -- reversed

He’s tired. It’s been a long day filled with monotonous but equally as long missions, and Tevis wants to do nothing more than rest. Not sleep, because sleep continues to escape him the vast majority of the time, but getting to sit down and rest somewhere no one else will bother him, or try to talk to him is good enough.

Tevis is about to make his way up into the rafters (or whatever other hideyhole he can find) of the den that Andal has brought them to, pointedly ignoring the small group of Hunters that make their way inside, at least until he notices Cayde with them.

He expects some kind of chatter, but none comes.

Instead, the Exo makes his way towards one of the couches, flopping down onto it with the same exhaustion the Nightstalker feels. Tevis debates with himself for a few moments, eventually sighing and making his way over, lifting the blanket off of the back of the couch and laying it over him. “Do I really have to do everything for you?” He huffs, more playfully than anything else.

[gaygxnslinger]

"You're an idiot."

Cayde looks to Tevis with a glint in his optics. He pulls out what, at first, appears to be a cigarette from a box, placing it between his mouthplates to rest there for a moment, mirroring the Nightstalker. Instead of lighting it though, he bites into it.

It's a candy stick.

Tevis rolls his eyes with a huff while lighting his very real cigarette.

[gaygxnslinger]

TEVIS LARSEN.

aliases: too many over the years to count. gender: male; he/him. sexuality: pansexual. greyromantic, very demi. species: human. class: hunter.

summary: tevis larsen is a lightbearer who has been around since the tail end of the dark ages, and because of all the time he’s had to practice and put his light to use, he’s probably one of the most experienced void-wielding hunters out there.

for the first years of his life he ran entirely solo, given there’s no room to trust people when they could so easily turn and backstab you. over time he gained a few more trusted allies, but no one could really be considered his friend until he joined up with andal brask, slowly but surely opening up to him and the other hunters that begun to gather with them to form the pack.

he has all the personality of a rose that’s been stripped of its petals and only the thorns remain -- that is to say, you will rarely get a kind word from him that isn’t dripping with sarcasm upon first meeting. getting to know him doesn’t soften him much, given he judges most people rather harshly, but the few who do break through the cold exterior have earned themselves an incredibly loyal friend who cares endlessly in his own ways.

appearance: since he has no canon appearance, i base my tevis’ appearance pretty heavily off of sylenth-l’s art of him. he is pale-skinned with short, dark hair, equally dark circles around his eyes almost permanently and scruffy facial hair that he does his best to trim regularly, even if he has to use a knife to do so.

he’s 5′8.5″, so generally smaller than the rest of the pack. his armour is not too dissimilar to the wildwood set with green and brown camouflage colourations, although his cloak has little tufts of fabric almost like leaves sticking up from it.

verses & aus:

threat detector // tevis larsen his general tag. tevis in the mainverse follows what we know of his canon story, where he eventually dies physically in the black garden and the young wolf claims the void from him.

alacrity // tevis lives au everything is the same, except tevis survives his encounter in the black garden. he remains as elusive as ever, with some never even realising that he’s still alive.

[gaygxnslinger]

Oh, he is glad Cayde isn't here to even overhear the beginnings of that sentence. What he'd said before, about not knowing Tevis, certainly managed to cut straight through him, but Cayde?

It'd break his heart.

"We're s'posed to be findin' this Eliksni captain, right? It's just me 'n' Cayde, 'cause unless they're stockin' up a whole army, we don't need the whole pack." With a little snort of amusement, he adds, "though, sometimes I wonder if asking Cayde to go with me is a good move."

Whatever he may say about the Gunslinger, Tevis loves him. Perhaps not in exactly the same way he loves Andal, given they've known each other for less time, but it's still a hell of a long time overall, and Cayde respects him in a way that many others similar do not.

That doesn't mean Tevis won't stop throwing fun jabs at him, or retelling silly stories about him.

"'N' we're runnin' through fields on foot. Jumpships'd cause too much noise, ain't enough open space for sparrows. We come up to a fence, I hop over, hand on the post, 'cause usin' Light hops is a little unnecessary."

Idly, his hand twitches, as if he considers reaching out. He thinks better of it.

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips regardless.

"I keep walking, expecting Cayde to follow, 'n' then I hear this squeal from behind me. Turns out the fence was electric, and 6 thought it was a great idea to go for it without thinkin'. Worst part? He gets his cloak stuck on the post, so I gotta go back 'n' drag him away." He pauses for a moment, his expression flickering before dark brown eyes meet Andal's once more. "He's missed you a lot, y'know."

arrow does not leave tevis’ side, not until the hunter is settled in the visitor’s chair. only then does she flit back to her guardian. only then do they allow him to take them in his hand and press her to his chest. she does not fuss or fuddle. she does not complain. the ghost only chirrups once in comfort, and presses her shell to the warmth beating beneath his breast.

the ordeal had been horrific for both guardian and ghost; taniks’ monstrous hands had ruined them both in various ways. but they are still here. and now tevis is here; the pack is here. and even if andal cannot remember them, his ghost does. she just needs him to trust them. if no one else, trust them.

with arrow safely returned to him, andal shifts. he cannot fully change his position; not with the cuff still around his wrist. but he turns now to face tevis instead, to look him over. his fingers tighten around arrow.

he does not understand arrow’s insistence, but he does trust them. his ghost has been the only constant kindness since he could remember. despite all taniks had done to them, she does not blame. she does not hate. she is half his soul, and andal knows he would have survived without them. so he reaches out, to meet the extended hand halfway. 

“cayde?” croaks the nightstalker. he clears his throat, feels the knot in his chest loosen just a bit. “i— i don’t—”

arrow chirrups again. he swallows down the knot.

“okay.”

[gaygxnslinger]

“You’re startin’ to sound like Cayde when I catch him missin’ a Blade Barrage.”

For once, Tevis’ features are relaxed. He’s not quite smiling, but he’s not acting as if a rogue Lightbearer or perhaps a Fallen assassin could shoot him at any moment. “I’m funnier than half the guys we gotta deal with on the daily, you ain’t gonna fight me on that, are you?”

His leg sways gently as Tevis adjusts his position on his perch, sitting on one of the lower branches of a tree. Some might call him dramatic, given he’s practically on the ground anyway, but it’s a comfort to him. “’Sides, you don’t stay cute when you’re livin’ out in the wilds. You get rugged charm instead.”

"that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me." | -@gaygxnslinger

unable to help himself, andal snorts, turning his head to avoid spraying the coffee everywhere. the corners of his mouth twitch, clearly fighting back some kind of reaction. no, better not unpack that.

"you aren't cute," says the hunter, pointing a finger at tevis. "and you certainly aren't funny. never have been, either."

[gaygxnslinger]

It does nothing

If his tether only draws further ire and amusement from Taniks, what hope does anything else he could do have?

A glance towards Andal, attempting to crawl on the ground. He cannot be another victim and force Andal to carry the burden of his death. Cayde is waiting for him, back in the Tower, there isn’t a way in hell that Tevis could ever forgive himself if he ended up vanishing without a trace, like so many other Hunters have. Maybe, years ago, he would have been okay with that. Now? Too much responsibility is in his hands.

“Tch. Yeah,” Tevis practically snarls, “bet you’re as good at teachin’ as the Thanatonauts are at livin’. You can try ‘train me’ as much as you want but y’ ain’t ever gonna get me to play along like a good little Hunter.”

Then again...Tevis looks to Andal. One of the strongest Risen he knows...

That only fills him with more anger, knowing distinctly how far the wretch has ruined his friend, to the point where he no longer remembers who he is. Without another thought he surges forward, Void emptiness trailing behind, keenly brightening in colour as Tevis moves to attempt to slash at Taniks’ legs then duck out of reach if possible. If he can’t kill him? Then rendering him helpless is just as good -- if not better.

He isn’t listening to Andal, no, because if he leaves his friend again, Tevis will never forgive himself for the rest of his (potentially infinite) life. Raising a hand up to wipe his face -- only managing to smear blood all over his cheeks instead -- he resumes his ministrations, attempting to raise Andal up to begin wrapping the bandages around him.

Move.

Scent and sound don’t have the chance to reach him before the Void reacts, immediately causing his anxiety to spike through the roof. Only issue is: Tevis doesn’t know what is setting off alarm bells, so he’s left clutching Andal, refusing to run or vanish despite his instincts screaming at him to do so.

Then the wretch speaks.

Tevis pushes himself to his feet. Pet. Oh, he wants to plunge an arrow straight through this fucker’s heart just for that alone, watch him suffer and writhe in pain, make him feel every little bit of what his pack leader has felt over the years, what he’s feeling right now.

The Nightstalker snarls, “If you think for a second I’m gonna roll over ‘n’ let you beat me to a pulp so you can take us both back to whatever hideout you’re rottin’ away in? It ain’t happenin’.”

Leaping into the air, purple energy surrounds him, taking the shape of a bow in his hands. Tevis draws back the string and the void swirls into a manifestation of an arrow, pulsing and swirling in a way that doesn’t suggest physicality, at least until he looses it. The arrow flies through the air towards its target as Tevis drops back down to the ground between Andal and the Shadow Thief, still fired up and ready to attack again if that doesn’t drive Taniks off.

He’s sure it won’t. Tevis readies a blade.

[gaygxnslinger]

He isn’t listening to Andal, no, because if he leaves his friend again, Tevis will never forgive himself for the rest of his (potentially infinite) life. Raising a hand up to wipe his face -- only managing to smear blood all over his cheeks instead -- he resumes his ministrations, attempting to raise Andal up to begin wrapping the bandages around him.

Move.

Scent and sound don’t have the chance to reach him before the Void reacts, immediately causing his anxiety to spike through the roof. Only issue is: Tevis doesn’t know what is setting off alarm bells, so he’s left clutching Andal, refusing to run or vanish despite his instincts screaming at him to do so.

Then the wretch speaks.

Tevis pushes himself to his feet. Pet. Oh, he wants to plunge an arrow straight through this fucker’s heart just for that alone, watch him suffer and writhe in pain, make him feel every little bit of what his pack leader has felt over the years, what he’s feeling right now.

The Nightstalker snarls, “If you think for a second I’m gonna roll over ‘n’ let you beat me to a pulp so you can take us both back to whatever hideout you’re rottin’ away in? It ain’t happenin’.”

Leaping into the air, purple energy surrounds him, taking the shape of a bow in his hands. Tevis draws back the string and the void swirls into a manifestation of an arrow, pulsing and swirling in a way that doesn’t suggest physicality, at least until he looses it. The arrow flies through the air towards its target as Tevis drops back down to the ground between Andal and the Shadow Thief, still fired up and ready to attack again if that doesn’t drive Taniks off.

He’s sure it won’t. Tevis readies a blade.

However hard Andal tries, Tevis won’t leave. He can’t. Not when he’s close enough to touch and to hold his long lost friend, even if that friend doesn’t know who he is -- both in regards to Tevis, and himself.

“He’ll find a bullet in his skull ‘fore he finds me,” the Nightstalker mutters, doing his very best to shove the emotion that aches in his being, something the Void clings to. He needs to find whoever did this. They’ll pay.

Finally he finds what he’s looking for, tearing a small piece of fabric from his bandana to wet before tossing the flask to the side, swiftly swapping his now-bloodied hand with the rag to clean the wound as fast as he can, given that Andal is very intent on making it clear that his life is not the only time pressure on Tevis’ shoulders right now.

It pains him to see his friend like this: shaking, bleeding out, dying. ...Is this what he would’ve looked like last time?

Tevis heaves a frustrated sigh to distract from the way his eyes start to blur with tears. “I already told you, I won’t leave you. I’ll drag you through the Void all the way back to a safehouse if I gotta. I can’t--” his voice hitches, “--I’m goin’ straight to Cayde, ‘n’ I sure as hell ain’t goin’ back with news that you’ve died a second time. Now I’m gonna have to sit you up to get these bandages on. It’ll hurt, but I need your help.”

[gaygxnslinger]

However hard Andal tries, Tevis won’t leave. He can’t. Not when he’s close enough to touch and to hold his long lost friend, even if that friend doesn’t know who he is -- both in regards to Tevis, and himself.

“He’ll find a bullet in his skull ‘fore he finds me,” the Nightstalker mutters, doing his very best to shove the emotion that aches in his being, something the Void clings to. He needs to find whoever did this. They’ll pay.

Finally he finds what he’s looking for, tearing a small piece of fabric from his bandana to wet before tossing the flask to the side, swiftly swapping his now-bloodied hand with the rag to clean the wound as fast as he can, given that Andal is very intent on making it clear that his life is not the only time pressure on Tevis’ shoulders right now.

It pains him to see his friend like this: shaking, bleeding out, dying. ...Is this what he would’ve looked like last time?

Tevis heaves a frustrated sigh to distract from the way his eyes start to blur with tears. “I already told you, I won’t leave you. I’ll drag you through the Void all the way back to a safehouse if I gotta. I can’t--” his voice hitches, “--I’m goin’ straight to Cayde, ‘n’ I sure as hell ain’t goin’ back with news that you’ve died a second time. Now I’m gonna have to sit you up to get these bandages on. It’ll hurt, but I need your help.”

Tevis grimaces at the effort it takes to complete the insignificant task of pushing himself to his feet, muttering a curse under his breath as the heavy weight of suppression is rapidly swapped out with hungry Void that weighs equally as hard on his being. Fuck--

He hates suppression.

No time to complain. The rival Nightstalker watches what must be his friend struggling, barely enduring--...how has Andal survived all these years? Has he considered his pack? Tevis refuses to believe this isn’t the man he once knew, there’s not a chance in hell someone could manage to replicate the sensation of another’s Light that closely! ...Is Andal avoiding him? Or...

Does he not remember? His mind aches with questions like the most ravenous scholars of this age, but his burning desire is not for knowledge itself, but moreso who caused all of this and all the different ways Tevis could kill them.

But that does not matter right now, what matters is his friend, who is currently succumbing to wounds that Tevis inflicted.

Tevis stumbles over, skidding to his knees to clutch Andal, making sure he does not fall, before frantically pulling a small roll of bandages from one of his many pockets. Shit-- first he’s gotta clean the blood. “Don’t care if you don’t want my help, you ain’t dyin’ on me today,” he says, applying pressure with one hand while the other searches for his flask of water.

[gaygxnslinger]

Tevis grimaces at the effort it takes to complete the insignificant task of pushing himself to his feet, muttering a curse under his breath as the heavy weight of suppression is rapidly swapped out with hungry Void that weighs equally as hard on his being. Fuck--

He hates suppression.

No time to complain. The rival Nightstalker watches what must be his friend struggling, barely enduring--...how has Andal survived all these years? Has he considered his pack? Tevis refuses to believe this isn’t the man he once knew, there’s not a chance in hell someone could manage to replicate the sensation of another’s Light that closely! ...Is Andal avoiding him? Or...

Does he not remember? His mind aches with questions like the most ravenous scholars of this age, but his burning desire is not for knowledge itself, but moreso who caused all of this and all the different ways Tevis could kill them.

But that does not matter right now, what matters is his friend, who is currently succumbing to wounds that Tevis inflicted.

Tevis stumbles over, skidding to his knees to clutch Andal, making sure he does not fall, before frantically pulling a small roll of bandages from one of his many pockets. Shit-- first he’s gotta clean the blood. “Don’t care if you don’t want my help, you ain’t dyin’ on me today,” he says, applying pressure with one hand while the other searches for his flask of water.

“i am not obligated to accept your offer of aid. and if we’re speaking openly here, cabro, it’s real worrisome that you can’t take no for an answer.”

the man turns on his heel, lifting the rifle. he doesn’t even fire a shot before he decides better of it. the hunter-with-a-capital-h has already taken to using his Light. he’s fallen into cheap tricks. which means there is nothing the rifle can do. that’s fine, though. he has a few tricks up his sleeve, as well.

dark eyes close, and the stranger takes a deep, even breath. from beneath his skin, the void pulses. it screams, it hungers, it demands. it reaches out, out, out— demanding to take all that its wielder can offer, and more. and right now, he offers it this fool.

he allows the stranger to strike. he cannot outrun, so he must outsmart. and as he falls, legs swept out from under him, he reaches inward. void light forms on his fingertips, curving into a bow, an arrow. he fires three shots; one at the man himself, one in the space between them, and one directly at his own feet.

“try to get any closer, cabro, and you’re going to have a bad time.”

Tevis senses the tug of the Void before the attack is unleashed -- one’s own Light is important, but being able to telegraph someone else’s is equally so. He’s not sure if Arc and Solar wielders feel the same way, but to him, Void wielders all feel linked, like they are pulling power from the same space (or lack of it?) in their own way.

That doesn’t matter. He’s in the middle of an attack and does not expect a drastic move like that at all. Tevis attempts to dodge once again, to take shelter in the nothingness away from everything, but one arrow hits him directly, the only thing stopping him from exploding into a puff of purple being his own Void that manifests to defend and nothing more.

Hell, there’s nothing more he can do. The tether anchors him in place.

He’s keenly aware of the suppression, how strong it is -- the weight is familiar, moreso than just the experience of fellow Lightwielder’s Void, almost akin to his own Light that thrums inside of his very being. No, this stranger...

Tevis’ mind starts to cloud, both from the shots that trap him where he is, and his own Void that demands penance if he cannot consume his target, but through all of that, something clicks. But-- that can’t be possible? Unless someone has stolen his Light, even then, it would feel different.

“...Andal?”

[gaygxnslinger]

“i am not obligated to accept your offer of aid. and if we’re speaking openly here, cabro, it’s real worrisome that you can’t take no for an answer.”

the man turns on his heel, lifting the rifle. he doesn’t even fire a shot before he decides better of it. the hunter-with-a-capital-h has already taken to using his Light. he’s fallen into cheap tricks. which means there is nothing the rifle can do. that’s fine, though. he has a few tricks up his sleeve, as well.

dark eyes close, and the stranger takes a deep, even breath. from beneath his skin, the void pulses. it screams, it hungers, it demands. it reaches out, out, out— demanding to take all that its wielder can offer, and more. and right now, he offers it this fool.

he allows the stranger to strike. he cannot outrun, so he must outsmart. and as he falls, legs swept out from under him, he reaches inward. void light forms on his fingertips, curving into a bow, an arrow. he fires three shots; one at the man himself, one in the space between them, and one directly at his own feet.

“try to get any closer, cabro, and you’re going to have a bad time.”

Tevis senses the tug of the Void before the attack is unleashed -- one’s own Light is important, but being able to telegraph someone else’s is equally so. He’s not sure if Arc and Solar wielders feel the same way, but to him, Void wielders all feel linked, like they are pulling power from the same space (or lack of it?) in their own way.

That doesn’t matter. He’s in the middle of an attack and does not expect a drastic move like that at all. Tevis attempts to dodge once again, to take shelter in the nothingness away from everything, but one arrow hits him directly, the only thing stopping him from exploding into a puff of purple being his own Void that manifests to defend and nothing more.

Hell, there’s nothing more he can do. The tether anchors him in place.

He’s keenly aware of the suppression, how strong it is -- the weight is familiar, moreso than just the experience of fellow Lightwielder’s Void, almost akin to his own Light that thrums inside of his very being. No, this stranger...

Tevis’ mind starts to cloud, both from the shots that trap him where he is, and his own Void that demands penance if he cannot consume his target, but through all of that, something clicks. But-- that can’t be possible? Unless someone has stolen his Light, even then, it would feel different.

“...Andal?”

conchetumare.

the blood seeps between his fingers, and he knows that there is not much time. he needs to stop, to rest. he needs to let what little healing arrow can manage work its way through his system. he needs a lot of things, and yet it seems no one is interested in letting them come to fruition. not this guy, not the universe itself— certainly not his boss.

“i appreciate the offer, pero i don’t have time to stop.” planting one foot in the soft soil, the hunter shifts his weight. his hand lifts. the barrel of the rifle stares down its next target. “let’s both agree to go our separate ways, before your stomach acid becomes aquainted with the rest of your organs. ¿cachai?”

Now, whatever feelings Tevis has in regards to this man, none of them overpower the instincts that kick in when he’s finally threatened openly. “Ain’t gonna happen.”

With a dodge backwards, he falls into the cloak of the Void, the sounds of the forest vanishing as he focuses entirely on the man in front of him, the wound he had caused becoming painfully obvious. Tevis whispers from the Void, “Look, I don’t often offer help, so you better take it. If I end up takin’ that mask off ‘n’ your face matches the damn bounty poster in my back pocket? I’ll be much less inclined to leave you be if you keep pointin’ that thing at me.”

He circles. A snake in the grass waiting for its moment to strike. A few seconds longer than they have any right to be pass, and he unveils himself, launching to try and sweep the other’s legs out from beneath him. Tevis just-- he needs to get that mask off. Needs to know who he’s really dealing with.

[gaygxnslinger]

conchetumare.

the blood seeps between his fingers, and he knows that there is not much time. he needs to stop, to rest. he needs to let what little healing arrow can manage work its way through his system. he needs a lot of things, and yet it seems no one is interested in letting them come to fruition. not this guy, not the universe itself— certainly not his boss.

“i appreciate the offer, pero i don’t have time to stop.” planting one foot in the soft soil, the hunter shifts his weight. his hand lifts. the barrel of the rifle stares down its next target. “let’s both agree to go our separate ways, before your stomach acid becomes aquainted with the rest of your organs. ¿cachai?”

Now, whatever feelings Tevis has in regards to this man, none of them overpower the instincts that kick in when he’s finally threatened openly. “Ain’t gonna happen.”

With a dodge backwards, he falls into the cloak of the Void, the sounds of the forest vanishing as he focuses entirely on the man in front of him, the wound he had caused becoming painfully obvious. Tevis whispers from the Void, “Look, I don’t often offer help, so you better take it. If I end up takin’ that mask off ‘n’ your face matches the damn bounty poster in my back pocket? I’ll be much less inclined to leave you be if you keep pointin’ that thing at me.”

He circles. A snake in the grass waiting for its moment to strike. A few seconds longer than they have any right to be pass, and he unveils himself, launching to try and sweep the other’s legs out from beneath him. Tevis just-- he needs to get that mask off. Needs to know who he’s really dealing with.

His eyes don’t leave the Hunter. No chance is he giving this guy the room to attack.

Something continues to tug Tevis to remain, against all of his normal tendencies, if he could just reach out and take that mask off--

“Wait!”

It’s pretty clear he isn’t stopping, Tevis follows, jogging to catch up before placing himself in front of the other man once again. He’s running out of reasons to keep talking-- Cayde’s always been better at this than him. “You ain’t gonna make it back home ‘fore you keel over with how you’re bleedin’. I can at least make up for shootin’ you by patchin’ you up.”

So much for waiting for a straight answer.

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His eyes don’t leave the Hunter. No chance is he giving this guy the room to attack.

Something continues to tug Tevis to remain, against all of his normal tendencies, if he could just reach out and take that mask off--

“Wait!”

It’s pretty clear he isn’t stopping, Tevis follows, jogging to catch up before placing himself in front of the other man once again. He’s running out of reasons to keep talking-- Cayde’s always been better at this than him. “You ain’t gonna make it back home ‘fore you keel over with how you’re bleedin’. I can at least make up for shootin’ you by patchin’ you up.”

So much for waiting for a straight answer.

Tevis notices that the Hunter still grips his rifle out of the corner of his eye. Hm. Best not take chances. Normally he would be happy to wander off, end the interaction early and let this guy continue doing whatever the hell it is he’s doing (absolutely not just ‘trying to get home’), but something in his gut demands that he stay here and attempt to prod more information from the other.

“You a hunter?” His hands gesture vaguely towards the blood, decidedly ignoring the other’s own attempt to escape the conversation, “lowercase ‘h’. Need help draggin’ the body back to wherever you’re goin’?”

An easy question -- if this guy’s intentions are innocent. Tevis has bandages as well to patch him up, but he’ll save that offer until he gets a straight answer. Or at least an answer that he can salvage details from.

[gaygxnslinger]

Tevis notices that the Hunter still grips his rifle out of the corner of his eye. Hm. Best not take chances. Normally he would be happy to wander off, end the interaction early and let this guy continue doing whatever the hell it is he’s doing (absolutely not just ‘trying to get home’), but something in his gut demands that he stay here and attempt to prod more information from the other.

“You a hunter?” His hands gesture vaguely towards the blood, decidedly ignoring the other’s own attempt to escape the conversation, “lowercase ‘h’. Need help draggin’ the body back to wherever you’re goin’?”

An easy question -- if this guy’s intentions are innocent. Tevis has bandages as well to patch him up, but he’ll save that offer until he gets a straight answer. Or at least an answer that he can salvage details from.

A figure watches from up in the trees, having sensed the other man’s presence long before he’s ever noticed. This is enemy territory, there’s rumours about bandits roaming, Tevis can surely be forgiven for his forward assumptions of his target being up to no good as he takes a shot. His intention is to damage, but not to kill.

Yet...the voice tugs at something in the back of his mind. Something that draws him to make the stupid decision to reveal himself, landing silently like a fox’s padded paws roaming through the night.

Tevis can’t take the chance, he trusts his gut, but that doesn’t mean he won’t second guess it to make sure he lives. His hands grip the trusty scout rifle tightly. “Thanks,” sarcasm drips from his tone, “wasn’t expectin’ to catch myself a straggler today. What the hell are you doin’ out here lookin’ like that?” If he’s a bandit, he’s damn lucky to escape with his life from whoever he’s tried to rob, given how he looks.