sword_breaker | Future Stuff ::1:: Been Up All Night

Future Stuff ::1:: Been Up All Night

[This was not clicking for some reason. He has been staring at these reports for the past hour and half, nothing having been accomplished besides from papers being shuffled around in a semblance of productivity and knives thrown into the pillar behind him out of sheer frustration. His fingers tapping along the worn metal to keep himself from doing further property damage at this rate.

The bottom line was that stress was gnawing at him.

Not from the job though. If anything, reports should came as second nature after the past few months and coordinating had been relatively easy once the rough first week passed by. Being a vanguard should cause less stress than doing actually fieldwork yet here he was at a breaking point almost.

There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Those stupid letters and photos and other bullshit weren't coming in anymore.

Something had to have happened and he's stuck here in this goddamn tower like a fresh rezzed moron.

His hands were effectively tied as well. No one could be sent out without the other two's approval and even then it'd be brought forward to discussion by the head vanguard. Which means that nothing could happen for days and he'll be sitting on his ass like he already was. All it did was make him all the more frustrated about having given up his freedom to leave as he so pleased because at least then someone would be out there trying to figure out what happened.

The hunter buries his face in his hands with an exhausted sigh leaving him. He probably looked like hell at this rate. Throwing himself into long hours had made his sleep schedule an abysmal handful of hours in the past few days. Half the time he didn't know how he wasn't passing out during meetings. Be easy to. Pull the hood further down, lean down on the table and maybe get an hour or two of on and off rest. Might be the best time to try it out to be quite honest since the hall was dead before attempting it when there'd be actual repercussions to getting caught.

He grunts after stretching out on the table some, pillowing his head with his arms for something close to comfortable. Shade is called out of transmat to keep a watch on things while an attempt at a nap was made. The ghost whirling softly in concern but does as told.

Things suck. Might as well try to ignore it for the time being.]

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Obviously yea. Hunters are the ones with all of the fancy blade work training. Last I checked, titans didn't exactly show any proficiency in such things.

[Definitely an ogre, sir.]

Hey, I'm totally proficient.

Sounds like a lot of talk. Not much proof of that other than your word.

Hey, you didn't seem to be doubting it earlier.

I'm referring to an actual sword. Not your dick.

I like my interpretation better.

Of course you do. You tend to think with it more than not.

Oh c'mon, I'm not that bad. I got a good head on my shoulders too.

[He stares at him for a good long moment cause really? Really, Liam? There's proof of that not being a thing just a couple minutes ago.]

I should not comment on that so I won't.

[Backing out of the room, the hunter heads over to the kitchen.]

[Days later, and it's still so good to be back. Though he's graduated to checking in with his Host every once in a while, the titan still isn't on active duty roster quite yet. There's still far too much that has to be analyzed from the data that they had brought back from Venus, and he wasn't going to try to rush the tower warlocks at all. The longer they decided to pour over the numbers and figures, the longer he had to spend relaxing.

Of course that didn't mean that he was completely free from duties, but Zavala had already had his say in things, and so it was nice to spend his time enjoying his newfound freedom.

Which of course meant he had the freedom to stop in to see his newly-minted fiance. Sure, the hunter probably had important vanguard things to do, but those were surely just trivial little tasks compared to spending time with his titan.

Maybe he'd given himself a bit too much credit.

Still, he's as confident as ever as he first raps on the door to James' office, then opens it and slips in anyways without waiting for an answer, grin wide.]

[The hunter himself isn't in his office at the moment as he's having to attend another meeting in order to discuss what should be the proper preparations in handling the growing issue of the clash between the Vex and the Cabal on Mars. So far it was going rather well if not dragging on for a long while. He knew more about the Vex than the Cabal so he didn't know how he would be helpful in how they should handle the latter.

While he was stuck in the discussion, Shade is resting atop of the various papers and holotablets that scroll with information lying atop the vanguard's desk. His light slowly pulsing before glowing bright at the knock and lazily floating up to regard the titan.

Fair to say that the hunter hadn't been here for a while and Liam would have to wait.]

[Alright, there's no hunter to be found that's a bit of a shame. He gives a slight wave to the ghost stirring on the tabletop, Tarlowe materializing after a moment to float down over with a slow roll of his fins.]

Mornin'. Where's our resident badass?

[The ghost is almost solely concerned on the other that makes his way to the desk, fins twitching sharp and fast. Sure Tarlowe and him hadn't gotten on the right foot in the start but now he confidently moves up to brush fins.]

Meeting. Been going on for the past two hours thirteen minutes forty seven seconds and counting. Martian teams returned.

[A small, mechanical whirring fills the quiet of the office, a sign of the cantankerous ghost's approval. It's good to see the two of them getting along, and Liam starts to grin at the sight.

It's cut short by Shade's news, however, and instead his brows furrow and he purses his lips for a short moment.]

Didn't know the teams got back already. Can't be too much more to report, though.

[Hopefully.]

[A low thrumming in retort as the ghost flits down underneath the other and presses close. It was almost a way of being supportive to the seemingly tired and damaged AI as much as a low key show of affection. Besides he was being nice after all.

His eye flickers as he registers the pulses in his guardian's light.]

Bored and frustrated. Vex encroaching further into the Scablands and more so into Freehold. Flayers confirmed to counter. Very unamused.

[The light of the ghost's eye pulses slowly, steadily, a gesture that all but radiates contentment at Shade's presence.]

Euch, flayers.

[His guardian, however, is far from content. Instead, he folds his arms and frowns, taking a moment to lean back against the wall of the office almost petulantly.]

Does he really need to be there. You should let him know there're more important things than meetings

[What did expect from the ghost? There was only so much that could possibly be done and besides there was little chance he could be persuaded to leave Tarlowe right now.]

Yes he does. Vanguard are required to go to meetings unless the head deem the others unnecessary. He left me here in case you popped in.

[Orders and regulations have never been his strong suit, and it really just seems like everything now is just an excuse for the universe to keep him away from his hunter. He sighs, just for dramatics, and then slinks around to flop into the chair behind James' desk, kicking his feet up onto it though being very careful not to disturb the two ghosts.]

Am I really that predictable?

Exceedingly so.

[There's a displeased whirr at the presence of the boots on the desk. The hunter wasn't going to be pleased if he learned how the host leader was treating his office. However his main concern is that he and Tarlowe gently float down onto the desk and rest on it.]

You're not very hard to prep for after so long.

[There's a small, neutral hum from the other ghost as he lands almost lazily, but there's no protest now when Shade comes to rest beside him.

Liam, however, has the right of mind to look at least mildly indignant.]

Oh come on, I can definitely be unpredictable.

[The ghost stares at him for several moments before blinking his light slowly to further show his disbelief of the statement. That made less sense than his guardian trying to be another class.]

Not really, no. You only arrived seven minutes off my estimation of coming here.

Hey c'mon, seven minutes is still not predictable. I didn't arrive on prediction, so there.

[He stretches back in the chair, arms crossed behind his head.]

Yet you still came nonetheless. I can tell that you barely held a meeting with your host and only to do so for a minor check in because you were rushing to get here. You avoided the crucible attendants to make up for time yet still stood around to look at the new wares.

[Don't talk shit about his estimations or he will gladly commentate on how something was carelessly done.]

Hey, I totally spent time checking in on the host. They're good people, gotta make sure they're doing okay yeah?

[He huffs at the accusation. He totally didn't spend time looking at wares. Not even a little.]

Your host clocked the meeting and sent it to our tower's titan vanguard for reference. I don't see how fifteen minutes was ample...

[The ghost trails off before floating up at the sound of footsteps. He flits across the room in time to meet with the entering hunter. Said hunter glancing at the titan with a raised brow.]

Feet off.

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HELLO IT IS TIMESKIP YES

Sorry leave a message at the ghost

shade pls be gentle

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