Crystalwatcher
(Verified GM)
- Location
- Limbo
Which chapter?
Edit: never mind, just followed quotes.
Throw away line in Home. Thinking of rereading this to see if there was any other mentions.
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Paradoxical [Destiny/Worm Post-GM]
- Thread starter ensou
- Start date
- Crossover
Edit: never mind, just followed quotes.
Throw away line in Home. Thinking of rereading this to see if there was any other mentions.
- Location
- Canada
It's great to see another chapter of this. I don't know anything about Destiny so I'm kinda just along for the ride, but it seems that Weaver is hard at work trying to make things better for her people, even if those people are mantis-men. I do hope that her new implants will leave the communication between her and QA open, Taylor having an active relationship with her shard is one of my favorite things in Worm-fic. (Also would love to see more of her Awoken girlfriend plz.)
- Location
- Isla Sorna
thats just standard relationship trolling, like playing twister during a storm
Nope. Mara is still their official Kell. However the fact that they slipped up and almost called Weaver "Weaver-Kell" it means that they, at least in some part, see her as their true Kell. It also seems that this kind of loyalty is deeper than what they had with Mara in canon.
All the more interesting to think about once Skolas rears his ugly head in the future. Not to mention it appears that the Wolves are a lot better off than they were in canon as well. It's so refreshing to have a story NOT set in the Last City.
al103
Grumpy Russian Bear (SV edition)
- Location
- Russia, Krasnoyarsk
And that's it. Official. Wolves don't care much about official, that's why they rebelled so easily in canon.
Though make Variks Kell of Judgment (with properly restoring their house) and it fits nicely with Mara becoming Overkell (Kell of Kells is too touchy subject). Senior Kell leaving care of their subjects to subordinate Kells they belong to just make sense so Mara being distant don't aggravate her having Kell status.
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It's one of the reasons why that I am looking forward to Weaver facing off against Skolas. She considers the Wolves her House after all as shown in the chapter proper. We can also assume once Mara pulls her plan against Oryx Taylor will be taking on the role of Kell in full. Assuming that she doesn't get that role immediately after Skolas shows up.
I was under the impression that the Elliksni take tradition very seriously. Wasn't the reason why Skolas was able to regain control of the wolves was because he was legitimately more qualified for the position of Kell due to his past relations as a former captain? Mithrax mentioned in lore that had Skolas not shown up the wolves would have remained loyal to Mara.
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al103
Grumpy Russian Bear (SV edition)
- Location
- Russia, Krasnoyarsk
If Mara
Crystalwatcher
(Verified GM)
- Location
- Limbo
Rereading this has brought my attention to what I want to see the most in the future @ensou , namely the rest of Kali's list of shit for Weaver to test.
If we could get some snapshots of the sillier things, that would be fucking amazing.
Sounds like there's a story there!
I re-read "Reef", but the description of the first Awoken woman Weaver saves from a mugging doesn't say much. She is described as "pale", so she could have been Eliera. The fact that Weaver leaves saying "You should forget about me" means whoever she saved absolutely did not forget about her.
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QuietlyObserving
The Railgun That Walks Like a Bear
- Location
- Here.
Oh man, those were the days.
But even post-nerf Prometheus Lens is fun. I have it equipped on my Thousand Cuts Hunter with Ophidia Spathe, some special/auto rifle armor perks, and it's basically jumping between LAZERS, flaming knives, and EVERYTHING IN THIS GENERAL DIRECTION DIES. Still trying to roll for a good Kinetic Hand Cannon to round it out, but I came back to D2 too late for the Menagerie cheese, and I lack the patience for Gambit Prime/Reckoning loops.
- Location
- Europe
I hope they make sure those implants can easily be upgraded to the full version, just in case it's ever needed.
It seems to me as if Weaver could act as a focal point for these witches and their Queen, thus letting them pull off something bigger, with perfect timing.
It certainly will tie Weaver more to them, thats for sure.
I wonder if living with them and this upgrade, will enact any form of alterations to her body or not, you know.
One thing is sure, the next (bigger) conflict is almost upon them.
Say, if Weaver has her control back, would she then want to get a few bugs from Earth or not?
I can see her wanting Spidersilk for her under armor, for one.
On the other hand, what if the implants came with their own unform, for her to wear?
Even if it's only for official capacities...
It seems to me as if Weaver could act as a focal point for these witches and their Queen, thus letting them pull off something bigger, with perfect timing.
It certainly will tie Weaver more to them, thats for sure.
I wonder if living with them and this upgrade, will enact any form of alterations to her body or not, you know.
One thing is sure, the next (bigger) conflict is almost upon them.
Say, if Weaver has her control back, would she then want to get a few bugs from Earth or not?
I can see her wanting Spidersilk for her under armor, for one.
On the other hand, what if the implants came with their own unform, for her to wear?
Even if it's only for official capacities...
Prince
ensou
Magical G̶i̶r̶l̶ Servant Mordred-chan
- Location
- NEW YORK CITY!??
- Pronouns
- She/Her
20 Years Ago, Merina
"A human? A Guardian!?" he hisses, standing in front of his sister at the base of the dais upon which her throne sits.
There is nothing he dislikes more than those Traveler-spawn, the infection it perpetuates even in its comatose state. It is not what they stand for that he despises so much, but rather the Guardians themselves. It is their attitude, their absolutely flippancy towards the weight of the things they can do, their uncaring regard for any system they stroll into and through without any consideration for the chaos and upset that follows in their wake.
There is nothing more annoying than a blind fool who strolls through anything in their way without a care simply because they are powerful enough to ignore the consequences.
This is why he holds his grudge, because they are the worst sort of ignorant person: one who doesn't even care about the fact that they are ignorant nor about resolving it.
"Do you question my judgment?" she asks, and it may be the coldest he has ever heard her voice, directed at him.
He reels as if slapped. It is not doubt in his sister that he holds, nor in her judgment. Rather it is the reconciliation between the two facts of what a Guardian is and what a Guard is that is impossible.
"Why now, why this one?" he asks, and he feels they are fair questions, for without these answers he will never understand.
"Because the time is right. Because she is not a Guardian," Mara tells him.
Her answers only leave him more confused. How can a Guardian be anything but what it is? She knows of his confusion without question. She always knows.
"I give you a riddle," says she, and Uldren can only think that his sister has become too fond of riddles and cryptic words since the creature called Riven–not that she wasn't before. "I give you a riddle, to answer your questions: When is a Guardian not a Guardian?"
He understands her intent: an answer is best divined when discovered by oneself, to hide and keep close, but she also knows that there is nothing he hides from her.
"Is that all, brother?"
Uldren can only nod, his mind already turning over the question, knowing he will not be comforted until he can give her his answer.
It is with this new preoccupation that he leaves.
He watches her. Watches the Guardian that wears a face that was originally somebody else's but has been recycled for this.
He does not make his observation obvious, but he is always watching, always listening. He watches how she is beaten, bruised in the training she receives, the ones that participate alongside her staying away. He listens to the whispers, the poison-laced questions of her worthiness.
He watches her walk home to the Ether-laced ghettos, sees her sharing a room with a Vandal who is either dumb or brave–or perhaps both–enough to sleep within knife's distance of her because it is the only place that will take her.
He sees her eat their food, drink their water, breath their air, learn their tongue, fight in their pits until blue and red blood fall in equal amounts and paint the floor purple, always ending with blood-stained grins from both opponents. He sees the shock-dagger she now carries, perpetually strapped to her thigh and understands the statement. They call her Mraskis, and he wonders if it is brutal irony or just coincidence that her name is theirs as well, if this was how it was always intended.
He watches one of her classmates be so offended by her horrid archery skills that she begins teaching her herself. He watches her stay late after hours for months, firing arrow after arrow until she does not miss a single shot. He sees her return the favor by sharing her skills with guns, not accepting it until they can all field strip and reassemble both their sidearms and rifles in an ungodly short time.
He watches her learn to wield full-sized shock-blades from a Captain, six feet against eight, uncaring of the disadvantage and likely knowing that it will be years before she can do so with grace.
He watches the barrier between her and her classmates crumble, until they treat her as one of them and teach her their culture when it is revealed she has none, has nothing at all.
She does not act like a Guardian. If anything, she is overly careful about herself, aware of how her Light-borne abilities might affect those around her, always holding back. She is the opposite of everything a Guardian is and he has to wonder how.
It is nearly three years before he suddenly solves the riddle in the middle of the night, and he knows it to be the right one, despite the sourness that curls in his stomach from the message his sister is giving him in the wordplay and the shame that it took so long to realize.
The next day he stands in front his sister, once more looking up at her.
"I have the answer," he says.
"To what question?" asks Mara, and he has to wonder if she is asking just to ask or if she truly does not know how this plagued him.
"When is a Guardian not a Guardian?" he replies.
She looks at him with eyes that are indecipherable and hold secrets he will never know, head leaning on her hand. "And what is the answer?"
"A Guardian is not a Guardian when it is only just arisen."
The slow smile she gives tells him he is right.
A/N: This was a lot of fun. I literally wrote this between last night and this morning, so that should give you an idea of how entertaining it was. Tell me what you think~
Also re: the Eliera thing, we will get to how she and Weaver ended up in the weird situation/relationship/thing they're in, but it hasn't been shown yet.
"A human? A Guardian!?" he hisses, standing in front of his sister at the base of the dais upon which her throne sits.
There is nothing he dislikes more than those Traveler-spawn, the infection it perpetuates even in its comatose state. It is not what they stand for that he despises so much, but rather the Guardians themselves. It is their attitude, their absolutely flippancy towards the weight of the things they can do, their uncaring regard for any system they stroll into and through without any consideration for the chaos and upset that follows in their wake.
There is nothing more annoying than a blind fool who strolls through anything in their way without a care simply because they are powerful enough to ignore the consequences.
This is why he holds his grudge, because they are the worst sort of ignorant person: one who doesn't even care about the fact that they are ignorant nor about resolving it.
"Do you question my judgment?" she asks, and it may be the coldest he has ever heard her voice, directed at him.
He reels as if slapped. It is not doubt in his sister that he holds, nor in her judgment. Rather it is the reconciliation between the two facts of what a Guardian is and what a Guard is that is impossible.
"Why now, why this one?" he asks, and he feels they are fair questions, for without these answers he will never understand.
"Because the time is right. Because she is not a Guardian," Mara tells him.
Her answers only leave him more confused. How can a Guardian be anything but what it is? She knows of his confusion without question. She always knows.
"I give you a riddle," says she, and Uldren can only think that his sister has become too fond of riddles and cryptic words since the creature called Riven–not that she wasn't before. "I give you a riddle, to answer your questions: When is a Guardian not a Guardian?"
He understands her intent: an answer is best divined when discovered by oneself, to hide and keep close, but she also knows that there is nothing he hides from her.
"Is that all, brother?"
Uldren can only nod, his mind already turning over the question, knowing he will not be comforted until he can give her his answer.
It is with this new preoccupation that he leaves.
He watches her. Watches the Guardian that wears a face that was originally somebody else's but has been recycled for this.
He does not make his observation obvious, but he is always watching, always listening. He watches how she is beaten, bruised in the training she receives, the ones that participate alongside her staying away. He listens to the whispers, the poison-laced questions of her worthiness.
He watches her walk home to the Ether-laced ghettos, sees her sharing a room with a Vandal who is either dumb or brave–or perhaps both–enough to sleep within knife's distance of her because it is the only place that will take her.
He sees her eat their food, drink their water, breath their air, learn their tongue, fight in their pits until blue and red blood fall in equal amounts and paint the floor purple, always ending with blood-stained grins from both opponents. He sees the shock-dagger she now carries, perpetually strapped to her thigh and understands the statement. They call her Mraskis, and he wonders if it is brutal irony or just coincidence that her name is theirs as well, if this was how it was always intended.
He watches one of her classmates be so offended by her horrid archery skills that she begins teaching her herself. He watches her stay late after hours for months, firing arrow after arrow until she does not miss a single shot. He sees her return the favor by sharing her skills with guns, not accepting it until they can all field strip and reassemble both their sidearms and rifles in an ungodly short time.
He watches her learn to wield full-sized shock-blades from a Captain, six feet against eight, uncaring of the disadvantage and likely knowing that it will be years before she can do so with grace.
He watches the barrier between her and her classmates crumble, until they treat her as one of them and teach her their culture when it is revealed she has none, has nothing at all.
She does not act like a Guardian. If anything, she is overly careful about herself, aware of how her Light-borne abilities might affect those around her, always holding back. She is the opposite of everything a Guardian is and he has to wonder how.
It is nearly three years before he suddenly solves the riddle in the middle of the night, and he knows it to be the right one, despite the sourness that curls in his stomach from the message his sister is giving him in the wordplay and the shame that it took so long to realize.
The next day he stands in front his sister, once more looking up at her.
"I have the answer," he says.
"To what question?" asks Mara, and he has to wonder if she is asking just to ask or if she truly does not know how this plagued him.
"When is a Guardian not a Guardian?" he replies.
She looks at him with eyes that are indecipherable and hold secrets he will never know, head leaning on her hand. "And what is the answer?"
"A Guardian is not a Guardian when it is only just arisen."
The slow smile she gives tells him he is right.
A/N: This was a lot of fun. I literally wrote this between last night and this morning, so that should give you an idea of how entertaining it was. Tell me what you think~
Also re: the Eliera thing, we will get to how she and Weaver ended up in the weird situation/relationship/thing they're in, but it hasn't been shown yet.
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Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
You commented earlier, that you have lore and perks for Weaver's guns.
Any chance for Ghost Shell perks?
And any word if her jump-ship and sparrow maps to in-game ones?
Electric Heart
Verified Bookworm Yokai
- Location
- Behind you!
Taylor could be a really good and needed influence on Uldren...he kinda needs it with all his problems
- Location
- Lawton Ok
That excessively arrogant shit complaining about guardians is so damn ironic now.
taovkool
Forever Gone
- Location
- The Library, Department of General Works
Right, I don't get it. Whatever 'it' is. Can someone please explain to me what this means?
Undead-Spaceman
Skeleton Supreme
- Location
- Somewhere in Orbit
Weaver's a blank slate. Guardians are a cultural construct, they start as arisen and then they're indoctrinated into the ways of the City and the Speaker.
- Location
- East of Eden
I think it's referring to how Risen are not always Guardians, the first Risen were warlords, until the Iron Lords smacked them all down, and how Guardians are by definition of the City, the thing they are guarding, and without the city and it's influence they are just your average immortal pseudo murderhobos.
Edit: Ninja'd
- Location
- Finland
Depending on if the Uldren lore books are canon here, that might not be enough.
- Location
- Mobile, Alabama
The fact it took me until your comment to get the pun hurts far more then it should.
SneakyWalrus
Is the Water Free?
Ah, Uldren you unlovable prick, it's unsurprising that your precious 'sister' abandoned you. Go hug a meatball you judgemental dick.
ensou
Magical G̶i̶r̶l̶ Servant Mordred-chan
- Location
- NEW YORK CITY!??
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I hold basically everything that's in the lore as canon, although Forsaken's really the only relevant Reef stuff we'll likely have for the foreseeable future, unless we get Mara and Eris friendship stuff out of Shadowkeep.
I think the idea is that newly risen guardians are like a blank slate with them having no memories of their past lives and only a Ghost to guide them. This implying that the very cavalier attitude of Guardians that Uldren dislikes about them is learned and picked up from their time around The Vanguard rather than a trait inherent to all Guardians.
Crystalwatcher
(Verified GM)
- Location
- Limbo
There seems to be a ninja grand master in this house.