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Asigl
"Miss Sinclair...GUARDIAN!" Freya jumped slightly, her mind focusing on the present rather then the past as the woman before her caught her attention once more. The dark skinned woman held a commanding presence in her eyes as she sat in her floor length coat holding a small tablet like pad in her hand out to Freya.
"Sorry..." She took the pad and the woman gave a small frown before schooling her features again.
"It's alright, in the future however you should try and minimize the wandering of your mind. It wouldn't do to have your abilities manifest themselves because you were thinking of something trivial, it could be a determent to those around you." Ikora Rey responded, giving a gesture to the data pad. " I've heard of your gift from your ghost, and pre loaded some tomes that you should study. It isn't often that we have a Sun-singer come to us so new, usually it takes several years of training and study to be able to wield the Traveler's light as such."
Freya gave a small nod, glancing down at the pad, quickly becoming familiar with the functions. Seven hundred years give or take, that was how long ago she had died. Now, here in the future, she was given a second chance and already it didn't feel like a good one. Freya had heard of the Traveler in the past, how it was found, the benefits it gave to mankind. Then, her life ended. A vacation with her sister and brother ending in an explosion while visiting the amazing cosmodrome of Russia, the last sights she remembered seeing being her family as she was thrown from the car she was in, and the blue sky as her vision faded to black. And then she woke up to a world destroyed. Maybe it was her brother's ribcage that her hand had passed through back there, she mused silently as she listened to the Vanguard speak of the facilities in the tower.
"I have also taken the liberty to arrange someplace for you to stay. You will be sharing an apartment here in the tower with another Guardian, I'm sure they will appreciate the company after all this time." Freya gave another numb nod, she was going to be released later today after a conscious two day stint in the medical facilities, five total if you count the days she wasn't awake. "Do you have any questions?...Miss Sinclair."
"Oh, no. Thank you Ma'am." Ikora cracked a small smirk, standing fluidly.
"Very well, I've left the information about your arrangements with your ghost. If you have any questions, or find yourself finishing those tomes then don't hesitate to come see me. I will try to answer any questions you may have." Another nod and she vanished behind the automatic door to Freya's room as the Ghost quickly zoomed in above her before the door hissed shut. It looked back at the door before looking down at Freya and letting itself hover down to her, looking at the pad on her lap.
"So, I see you've met the resident Warlock Vanguard." Freya reached out and flicked the ghost back slightly, the small grey plates around it's body ruffling slightly as it looked up at her. "What was that for?"
"Is there anyone else I need to see that you have talked to yet, or are you done?"
"I'm just trying to be helpful, think of me like a personal assistant."
"A frustrating ball of light more likely..." Freya muttered quietly as she looked down at the pad again, navigating to the first file on the list.
"I heard that." Freya said nothing as she read the journal like passages, the Ghost giving an imitation of sagging it's shoulders with it's shell as it hovered up to the window at the end of the room. Freya watched out of the corner of her eye as it's shell spun and clicked over it's small orb like body as though in thought. It spun around suddenly and came down to her face, forcing her attention. "I'm going to go see if I can get you out of here sooner, maybe that would make you less cranky."
"Hey!" Freya exclaimed as the Ghost shot off towards the door, disintegrating into particles of light as the door hissed open then closed quickly as it thought something was in front of it. Freya let out a small growl of frustration as she rubbed at her wrapped shoulder to dispel an itch, muttering quietly as she looked back down at the pad. "I'm not cranky..."
The halls were wide around the level of the medical floors, they vanished behind large metal doors as Freya rubbed slightly at her shoulder. Bandages wrapped around her nearly healed shoulder were hidden under a red coat and black almost skin tight shirt that seemed to be almost like a wet suit to her, the outfit being brought by her Ghost. It was a more sturdier outfit then the one she woke up in, still not guaranteed to stop any rebar however. She would just have to be careful about that. Her Ghost hovered beside her head, a small hum coming from it as the elevator came to a halt and opened to a more open common area. Large windows lined the walls of the space, several small potted plants and the sound of flowing water from a few fountains were scattered across the floor, the center of the level was raised slightly where a round bar sat as it's main focus with several other people sitting around it on stools or nearby at tables.
"This is one of the places Guardians come to relax, it's a little nicer than the rest." Freya's Ghost commented as it lead her across the floor towards another set of elevators. She stepped quickly, glancing at all the people talking to human like machines and other pale skinned humans, there was a gentle noise of conversation that was suddenly cut off as she collided with another object. Her data pad fell to the floor along with her and the other person, a hand roughly shoving her off to the side with a loud curse.
"Watch yourself!" Freya's eyes met a glowing blue as the silver skinned woman she had run into stood gracefully with a sneer on her face.
"Sorry, it was just an accident. No need to get snappy." The other woman let out a small hiss as she swept down and grabbed the rifle she had dropped, checking it over for any imperfections before glaring back at Freya from under silver bangs.
"You're lucky this time, watch where you're going... light's damned warlocks..." The woman muttered, quickly striding away as a scarf like black cloak fluttered behind her.
"Are all the locals as friendly as she is?" Freya grumbled as she reached for her fallen data pad, a gloved hand beat her to it before offering itself to help her up.
"Nah, she's the special one is all." A tall, broad shouldered armored body stood before her, blue eyes glowing from their sockets as small gears and pistons moved them about in an imitation of life. Freya took the hand, eyeing the makeshift helmet of the same aliens that attacked her before upon his shoulder like a trophy. "Still, it wouldn't hurt to make sure you watch where you were going. I don't think anyone wants to scrape you off the side of the tower anytime soon."
He made a small twitch with his mouth, the jaw slightly off center in an imitation of a smirk Freya realized as he held out the pad to her. She muttered a small thanks as the pad was in her hands again, still looking at his plated head in fascination as another voice chimed in.
"Looks like you have a new admirer, I knew I should have kept a better eye on you." A woman in the same heavy plated armor spoke, giving the exo a small punch on his arm. He gave a small shrug in return.
"Can't help it Sonya, it's all the shiny bits and pieces." The woman gave a snort of laughter, turning to Freya with a sparkle in her eye.
"You look new, haven't see you around before."
"Just woke up, in a manner of speaking..." Freya hitched a thumb to her ghost as Sonya gave a small nod of understanding.
"I see, so you're the one I heard about that came in on the rust-bucket a few days back with a hole in your shoulder. Love to hear the story on that one." The exo placed a hand on Sonya's shoulder, drawing her attention as she spoke.
"So I assume story is a new substitute for food then? Let the girl get adjusted a bit before you swoop her under a wing or two." He turned to Freya again, giving a small nod. " My name is BR-13K, but everyone calls me Brick for short. And this is Sonya, my partner. We are Titans, pretty much there to stand in the way of the bullets for you."
"I'm Freya, a sun-sorcerer-thing or something I think."
"Warlock, Sun-Singer attunement." Ghost corrected, earning a dirty look from Freya in response.
"What night-light said."
"I am more than a night-light!" Freya pushed him away slightly with her finger as Sonya gave a chuckle.
"Night-light, haven't heart that one in a while. It's good to meet you Freya, up for some grub? I can guarantee it's better than the med-ward stuff if you can stomach anything yet." A brief nod after the mention of food caused her stomach to speak up on it's own and Freya was led up to the diner to sample the local cuisine.
Seven wrong turns and eight threats of death later, Freya was standing before a door that rested just opposite a large window that was apparently her new home. The Twilight was just starting to fade into a semblance of darkness as she poked the Ghost again to open the door. It slid open with a soft hiss, allowing her entrance as she wearily stumbled inside. She had spent the better part of an hour talking to the Titans Sonya and Brick chatter on about everything, or rather Sonya was the talker while Brick was content to sit back with his arm behind her as he watched them eat, giving small corrections and inserts from time to time. Freya was left with a very 'odd couple' feeling as she left them at the lifts, before being lead around almost half of the living levels by her ghost in a search for her room.
And what a room to be found, all two bunks on either end with a door in the center that was presumably the bathroom, the sound of the shower coming from behind the closed door. There were small desks at the ends of the beds, and that was pretty much it. "Talk about bare necessities..."
"Space is limited in the tower, don't worry though, I can handle any storage you need with the vault system." Freya looked at the two beds, one being bare save for some sheets and a pillow stacked at one end, the other was quite a mess. A large blanket was wadded up against the wall, just covering a small portion of a hanging screen that looked like a view of the outside, the image shifting ever so slightly. A light was attached to the desk, shining down on a jumble of parts to a rifle sitting on a long piece of fabric. Several other trinkets and what seemed to be weapon parts or lengths of wire were left in a pile at the foot of the bed, Freya stepping up to look at the rifle out of curiosity when a small light blinked on beside her and shifted.
"Hey hey hey! Nooo Touchy the merchandise!" The mechanical voice droned, it's pitch seemed to be slightly off as a ghost with a half red, half black shell lifted off from the desk. It's shell fluttered slightly in a semblance of a move of aggression, Freya just flicked it slightly and watched it as it's shell fluttered again as her ghost's had before. It looked to her after a moment, speaking in a small voice. "What was that for? I didn't do nothing..."
"Believe me, it's not you, it's her." Ghost said as they two eyed one another.
"Is she always this violent?" Freya's jaw twitched slightly as the two ghosts continued on as she was standing there.
"As far as I can tell she has a bit of repressed anger."
"Oh yea?"
"Yea, seven hundred years give or take." The other ghost shook it's shell slightly in concern.
"Man, that's rough. Makes me glad I'm not you." White shell flattened over it's blue eye as Ghost's voice seemed to deadpan out.
"Yea, thanks..." Both ghosts let out small noises of alarm as they were both suddenly encased in gloved hands, Freya pulling both blue eyes to look into her own green.
"You know, I am still here, and perfectly capable of incinerating you both if the stuff I read is to be believed."
"A ghost's shell can withstand well over five hundred degree centigrade in heat." Freya raised an eyebrow at this.
"Really? Well from what I read, I can produce a fire that will burn with the intensity of a small sun. Who want's to see how hot that can be?"
"Not me! Not me!" The other ghost spouted in panic, pulling about in her hand as it's shell ruffled in alarm. It stopped after a moment when it noticed Ghost looking at it. "What? I don't..."
It was saved from whatever Freya had in store as the door to the bathroom opened, steam escaping it's confines as out strode the previous occupant. Pale silver-blue skin seemed to glow ethereally in the low light as hands were busy toweling off silver hair, water dripping down in small rivets across nude skin as Freya got an eyeful of the woman before her. The towel was removed from her head as glowing blue eyes looked up at Freya with a small hint of confusion, before turning to a frown.
"I know you..."
"Oh sh..." Both ghosts were glad they could fly as Freya unexpectedly let them both go at the same time, her expletive cut off as she dodged a knife that was suddenly impaled in the door behind her before being pinned to the ground with a knife to her throat. By a very still nude woman she added mentally to herself, as the woman let out a hiss of anger.
"What are you doing here warlock?" Freya's mouth opened and closed slightly as her head tilted back to avoid the knife blade creeping along her neck. Two sets of eyes turned to the ghost, one in anger, the other in panicked confusion as it decided to speak out at this time.
"She's your new room mate."