"Sophia."

"Sho-PHIA!"

The figure in the messily made bed, jumps and comes flailing out of the sheets. The next sound in the room is a harsh thud from the body hitting carpeted floor. A cover-less Awoken female lay limp on the floor for a few seconds until she lets out a groan. Her ghost hovers over her before a blue light sweeps over her body.

"No injuries, just the pain of embarrassment." The predominately male voice comments. "You should be more careful." His shell, that of 'Future Perfect', twists before returning to form. She presses her palms to the floor and shoves her body upward, her face invading his view. "Maybe you shouldn't be loud so early in the morning!" She exclaims in such a high-pitched voice. "How would you like it if I just yelled DAEMON, DAEMON, wake-y wake-y!"

He's silent for a moment before narrowing his optic at her.

"I wouldn't be able to hear you so your attempts at revenge would be…futile."

The distraught guardian finds a stray pillow and screeches into it…well tries to. Instead the pillow is unable to make contact with her face. She drops it and her hands make way to figure out why. Fingertips gently stroke the smooth surface of her helmet and she nearly screams again. Grumbling under her breath and fumbling with the piece of gear, she finally gets it off.

"Foetracer…why in the hell was I wearing this for strikes?" She tosses it on her bed with a lazy shrug and glances down; still fully dressed in armor. "You know, you could've taken all of this off of me."

Daemon simply turns away in a blue fizzle of light, humming as though he were really innocent in this fiasco.

"Also, for the record…it's not early in the morning. It's almost twelve in the afternoon and on a Tuesday." He retorts at the last second.

Thats when her own unwarranted panic begins to set in, she must've overslept!

Why did he let her sleep in this long?! And on reset day?!

Which is what she would've screamed at him while shaking his tiny floating container to and fro.

Luckily for Daemon, this negligence to wake up from her slumber was no-one's fault but her own. This was caused by her sudden decision to run 'a few' strikes while she was (quite literally) dying from sleep deprivation. Not even half-way through the first strike, the poor couple of guardians who were running with her ended up having to carry the unconscious girl through until they reached an area where Daemon could transmat to her ship.

Unfortunately, this idea had to come on a Monday night turning Tuesday morning. The time came and went and reset happened. There were new flash points, randomized strike playlist, heroic missions to complete and blind well to run to name a few. It would be a lot to take in but first, she needed to worry about getting into a shower then picking clean clothes to wear while she figured out what she would do for the day. She begrudgingly peels her armor off and trudges to the shower.

Once she's in the bathroom, Daemon makes his return and begins transmatting the armor into the vault where it belonged. He lazily drifts in the room and looks around. There were still things everywhere. In the fashion of hunters being the rouge sprits they were, it caused them to be rather messy. She was no exception. She was always so messy, why must his guardian be so messy.

If anyone ever asked him to describe his guardian, one word: messy. Two words: messy and lazy. Three words: messy and lazy but determined.

One word again: cat. Yeah, cat was a good word to use.

She would do what she wanted to do when she wanted to do it. In the fashion of felines. If she didn't want to then she wouldn't but hell, she would get things done when they needed to be done.

Bounties for the Vanguard? Check.

Wanted escapees from the Prison of Elders? Dead.

Escalation Protocol for the sake of getting a gun which she is probably never going to use? Done and she hated EP.

Even stalking the LFG forums every single day looking for a 'newbie friendly' 'Last Wish' raid group that she would always fail to find. It obviously wouldn't be one of those days. It was quite the shame too being that there were quite a few listings for raiding since everyone liked to be more proactive on reset day. It would be a shame if she wasted it just to lounge around. He was even eyeing the listings for Last Wish since she constantly whined about wanting to do it but never being able to find someone to teach her. He recommended that maybe she watch videos of others running it but she refused. She always exclaims about how 'she wanted to learn from actually being there'. He couldn't blame her but it better she offers a bit of knowledge so the 'demanding babies' could at least reach a compromise. His shell shifts and twitches for a moment. She could be so stubborn—

A sudden burst of steam partially blinding his optic causes him to swivel. Emerging from the shower is his naked guardian, a towel wrapped around her figure, stumbling across the room. His subtly glowing optic turns crimson red while his shell tightens around his body. He begins his unreasonably loud panicking.

"Clothes! CLOTHES! GAH, CLOTHES!" He panics and visibly shakes in place before finding a spot underneath the covers of her poorly kempt bed.

"I'm wearing a towel, calm down!" She shouts, reaching her closet. "If it makes you so uncomfortable, don't look!" Opening the door allows her a makeshift changing area. After a moment or two, her ghost peeks out from the solitude of the fortress of covers. He quietly transmats away from the spot he was previously in and to the closet door.

He peeks from behind it. He didn't do this often but when he did, it was to remind him that she was still a person underneath all that armor. He made sure to take in every detail.

Awoken were truly something to gaze upon. The way her cosmic birth detail blended so well with her faded purple skin tone with the swirls of stars and star dust. Like looking at the night during the day. Her darker tone of hair nearly reached her lower back but not many knew that. In fact, he was sure he was the only one who knew. She always kept it in a tight-knit bun to prevent from getting grabbed in the middle of a fight. Unfortunately, that didn't really explain why she kept it that way while she roamed the city from time to time. She would certainly attract more…suitors…if she left down and wasn't so socially awkward when talking to other beings besides her ghost.

Not that he wanted another thing that could distract her from doing things that guardians needed to do. Maybe that was judgmental but hell, he was her ghost. He could say whatever he wanted about her.

Speaking of such things, maybe it was time she tried to look for people willing to do Last Wish again.


"I'm telling you; we're not going to find anyone to do it with…" She whines as we make our way through the crowded tower. Daemon glides through the ghosts and guardians who are each doing their own thing. Sophia tries her best to keep from losing him in the fray but she knew that wouldn't happen. Towards a board were many-a-guardian stood, watching it, chatting amongst each other or observing it quietly.

"We will, stop being such a downer." Daemon reaches the board and looks it over; the listings change quickly every thirty seconds or so. Sophia is behind him in just a few seconds, trying to squeeze past distracted guardians who pay her no mind. She glances at a few of them and she feels intimidation from being around such power even though they were all equals. She tries to ignore it and watches her ghost, not saying a word.

Daemon glances at his quiet guardian and his optic flashes for a split second then three more times. Sophia nods and thanks the Golden Age for Morse code. Well, what they were doing wasn't really Morse code but their own little version of it. Since Sophia was an introvert and hated talking in public, it helped. Daemon assumed it might've had something to do with her past life. He pivots back to the board, continuing to look for more Last Wish LFGs with each refresh but to no avail. He sighs and drifts back to his guardian.

Sophia's sigh follows and she wanders off with her ghost. "Maybe we should check back after lunch." He suggests and she agrees. Though disappointed, she was hungry as hell.


She can feel the warmth from the sandwich radiating through her gloves which was perfectly contrasting with the cold of outside. She knew this was about to be the best tuna melt yet. She chomps down on the end and begins chewing while sitting at an unoccupied picnic bench in a park that was not too far from a group of screaming and laughing children. Her ghost meanwhile, was still shuffling through fire-team listings.

"You're not going to find one Daemon; these babies have such high standards." Sophia speaks after swallowing her food. She could only imagine what they were requiring of the people joining:

'last wish / speed run / kwtd'

'Last wish|know what to do please'

'LW 50+ clears or kicked- will be checking'

'last wish 650+'

"You have said that every-day for almost three months, we're going to find one." He snaps back while she eats. He seemed so determined to get her in this raid, it was nice to see him work so hard and just for her sake. In all honesty, it didn't matter if she did it or not. If she did, great. If not…it wasn't that much of a loss, raiding required interacting with people she didn't know and she was better off without it. She was a lone wolf anyways.

"Well it's true—

"Hold that snarky remark, I think I'm about to make you eat those words." Her ghost glances at her frozen form in the middle of bringing the sandwich to her mouth.

"Oh, the irony." Daemon's shell twitches to the right and he looks away from her again.

"Shut it." She resumes eating.

Ignoring her wishes, he continues speaking; "'Last Wish Learning' and no unrealistic requirements, it's perfect for you." Sophia nearly chokes on the bit of tuna in her mouth. "R-really?" After questioning her ghost, she leads into a coughing fit. "Would I lie to you?" Daemon questions. Through her coughing, she tries to speak; "That depends—"

She continues coughing.

"You see, that kind of distrust in me is what made me leave you in all your gear this morning." He feigns hurt in his voice.

She almost feels bad…almost. Her coughing subsides.

"Anyway, you want to do it or not?" He turns towards her. "There are two more slots open."

Her heart suddenly starts to beat rapidly. "W-Well...I dunno, I'm not prepared—"

"Sophia, you've been looking to do this for months, don't quit now…" He sounds almost disappointed in her. She takes a moment to think and weigh her options…

"One slot left." He warns.

"O-Ok!" She nearly throws her sandwich clear across the park! Daemon's optics glow just a bit brighter and he connects her to the fireteam. He would be lying if he said he wasn't just the slightest bit proud of her right now but that could come later. It was transmatting time.