TheMinorFall

Artanis

Cain gazed back into the doctor's eyes. He was trying to berate him? How unimaginative. Clearly he had dealt with only children for too long. Cain stood, done with the games of humans. "Your services are no longer required. My magicka had replenished." He made a few handsigns and incantated, "Secret Fire Style: Simmering Flames." A glow showed through his bandage as a burning sensation quickly repaired his wound. It wasn't perfect, but it was safe enough for movement. He tore off the bandage, revealing a nasty scar where his wound had been. There was still redness and slight bruising, but it was good enough for the time being.

"I am not a simple shifter." He stated informatively to the doctor. "I took you for a man with enough sense to deduce this from my appearance alone." Was that a snap back? Why had he done that? It had no use or purpose. He shook his head slightly, "You will take me to Amuné. She will be concerned if I do not inform her of my survival." @shylarah

Artanis

Your good, this makes sense. I hate when people make me take every little step you know? Like, why would he not go? That being said, semper gumby. I'll have a post up soon!:3

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"Just try to keep it together." Nora insisted back to her packmate, "Akaan can be kinda hardcore."

The Titan didn't hear the Hunter charter though, he didn't even realize it had happened. He was a Titan after all. He reached back and retrieved his assault rifle in response to Jane's suggestion. "Lead the way then." He prompted, shouldering toward the inner part of the ketch.

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Viktoria stood, silent and unmoving at the edge of the hull breach of the Dreadnaught. The Taken King was dead. But she could still feel the mark he had left on her light. She shuddered, convulsing into an awkward position with her arms both contracting and trying to extend at the same time, only to snap back to standing straight a split second later. Her armor glowed as the taken did, especially a singular point of light emanating from her visor. Normal plating and fabric mad her uncomfortable and nervous. She was about to radio in with Akaan when a Cabal shell detonated at her feet. It threw her up and to the side, landing her in a mound of bone and ash. There was a roar that resonated metallically as the legionary celebrated, but it was cut short as she snapped upward, shuddered, and drew her dreadfang nice and slow. @Lunar

Artanis

Yoooo, I posted finally! Heh.

So I'm leaving the location of his room put to you. If Amuné were headed to his room and saw him come out, that'd be cool. He still owes her dinner too... I'll leave the time of day up to you.

Artanis

Cain was beginning to slip, but he caught the girl's questions. He struggled for breath to answer. Such a small thing could finally be the death of him. "Yes. The pain is immense, and my breathing is increasing in difficulty." He looked at his makeshift chest tube, "I have never been so close to death." He added. Even with a wound that made it difficult to speak, and even though he could potentially die, Cain was still like stone. He was cold, logical and without emotion. He had no fear. He was ready to accept death. The only thing that stopped him was the look on Amune's face. That look was causing him discomfort that trumped even the hole in his side. He reached out and cupped her face with one hand before slipping into hypovolemic shock and passing out.

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He awoke with a jolt. This was no longer the medical wing. This was a makeshift living quarters made from an oversized broom closet. He could tell by the lingering cleaning supplies and shelves. His wound was bandaged, and sore. He was stiff from lack of movement. Time had clearly passed him by. He rubbed his usually shaven head to find the stubble of white hair. Three days. That was how long it took for his hair to get so long. He remembered his time in the glaciers of the north. He had grown hair to increase trapped warmth to his head for that charge.

His clothes were gone, probably being washed, and had been replaced by worker's clothes. It was probably all that they were willing to waste on some one with no status to speak of. His armor was in a pile under the shelf he had been sleeping in, so at least they still trusted him. Clearly, by demonstrating restraint against a gaurdsman had earned him a certain level of privilege. He was surprised they had allowed his to keep it, seeing as how it was clear that he could change its shape into potentially a blade.

He actually did, making a shaving tool to clear his face of stubble. Something made him leave his head of hair. Perhaps it was a release of another badge from his past. Perhaps it was the urgency of getting his bearings. Either way, he shot up and out of the room. He stepped cautiously into the space outside his room, scanning his own environment.
@shylarah

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*falls over laughing* omg yes. But really though. I was waiting for the other person to go, but they have not so let me see if I can get something up for you tomorrow. I apologize again, I'm dealing with... Issues IRL. @Lunar

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This is a picture of my actual Titan (currently). I'll write in the armor/weapon changes later, but here it is for when I'm ready.

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@Framing A Moose character looks good! Feel free to write her in whenever you like!

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@Lunar

Akaan and Nora materialized on the hangar catwalk of the captured ketch. There were a few other guardians, likely under Jane's command, scurrying about their tasks. On the far side, the Hunter was sitting in anticipation of their arrival.

"Traveler's light, Jane! How did you take a whole ketch?!" Nora exclaimed, striding across to her fellow Hunter. Akaan slowly followed, blue-white jets of light ever burning from his helmet as he looked around. He knew there was atmosphere, but this was a Fallen ketch. There could still be enemies in hiding, so he didn't trust it. His boots thumped on the thick alien metal as he walked with much heavier stride than his counterpart.

"How many Guardians do you have here?" He asked, cutting into the small talk with business. He was more concerned with the matter at hand than the stories of hunters. "I need a head count if we're going to start operating from here. And I want to do a sweep of the whole ketch. Can you take some hunters and do that? I know you'll be able to do a better search than I."

Akaan had the utmost respect for hunters. His oldest friend, and Nora's mentor, was a hunter. He hoped he wasn't overstepping a boundary by exercising his Titan nature and taking charge, but his concerns were genuine. He was only there to help.

Artanis

He used magicka to check his internal health when Amuné asked if he was okay. "Negative... Blood is beginning to pool inside my chest wall. In approximately eight minutes, my right lung will collapse. I'll need to drain it immediately." He said. He willed one of his armor plates into his hand, shaping it with metal style into a sharp, metal tube the diameter of his finger and a length of six inches. He pierced his side and slid the tube in. Blood leaked out the open side and Cain took a deep, labored breath. "This is my fault. My finishing maneuver damaged my cracked rib further." He got to his feet, and replaced his garments, leaving an opening for his field chest tube. "I agree. Take me to the physician." He added, reaching out a gloved hand to hold the girl's. He didn't know why he did this. He just did. "Don't worry, my ward is back up. I created it while in the office. It will block your probing magic from accessing me through touch. It doesn't block your.... ranged ability. That would require a second Ward."

He was beginning to really feel the pain now, but still he was calm and collected. He would make it to a physician, or he would pass out and have to be carried. Either way he would get there, but he wanted to go with Amuné. He wanted? @shylarah