"Books and Armor are stored Myst! Lets go!" Kai-Lyn stated excitedly, flying in a little circle behind her Hunter, the reflection of it bringing a quiet smile to her lips.
"If you would calm down Little Light, I would really appreciate it. Your blinding me with your radiance." She grumbled irritably, before calming her nerves in meditation, a slight glow coming from her as she focused. After a few moments of silence, she turned her eyes to the mirror, a faint purple glow enveloping her hand for a moment before it disappeared. A curious pulse from her Ghost across their link caused her to explain.
"Nightstalker is the least lethal if I lose control. Not that I have… often… plus… you know… escape easier…" She grimaced, making her way to the door. She was not looking forward to this explanation, as her brain was processing it as an interrogation, her entire body on high alert.
"Why are you so nervous and… Angry, about this?" Kai-Lyn asked curiously, her shell whirring as she twisted it curiously. A deep sigh escaped the Hunter, her glare faltering as she turned it onto her Ghost. It wasn't her fault, it wouldn't be fair to tear the one person I trust to shreds right now. She is only worried about me…
"I… I don't know… I… You know how I feel about being the focus of attention in groups of people. I was never a fan of it." She said weakly, looking away from the inquisitive gaze of her partner.
"True, but before the attack on the city, you always managed. You never got angry and upset like this." The Ghost stated simply, frowning at her Guardian. She was not going to drop this it would seem.
"I don't want to talk about it. You cant make me. No one can." She said moodily, crossing her arms as she went silent. The quiet stillness in the room lasted for some time before Kai-Lyn sighed and shook her shell in frustration, giving up.
"You know, some times you are impossible to deal with. You cant hold it in forever Myst…" She frowned, staring worriedly back at her Guardian.
"Watch me." She growled, whirling away and facing the mirror, swallowing past the bubble of panic that threatened to escape her as she focused on better things. It took some time for her fury and mild hysteria to die down, but her pulse finally leveled, though it took some time in order to do so. Time and some recent memories of a certain Awoken Queen that brought a hesitant blush to her face.
Tying up her boots, she did a once over herself, making sure she looked well enough. Tan shorts, a form fitting white T-shirt, and a dark green sleeveless hoodie that was not zipped up. (Think this is okay? Tried to match what Keira has on style wise…) She asked slowly across the link, hesitant to open the door.
(Myst, you always look stunning, but yes, you look fine. Remember, there are a few normal human techs working here, I'm sure some of them are in the bar.) With a glare, the Hunter waved her hand over the door's sensor, and the door slid open, crossing her arms over her chest.
A low whistle carried over from across the hall, its owner clapping in approval, bringing a slight blush to Myst's face as she averted her look to the left, away from Keira. "I can see why the boys would be all over you like white on rice. You clean up nice out of that armor." She cheered, slapping her on the back before guiding her down the hallway, one she had not gone down before.
A low growl, barely audible, escaped the Hunter at the contact, and the little voice in the back of her head growled as well, the beast attempting to lash out at whatever dared touch her. It took a moment for her to push it back, but she continued forward once she had suppressed the need to attack the person who dared touch her without permission. It had actually hurt her more, the physical joining her phantom pains.
A quick glance and she noted her Ghost was in hiding, much to her irritation. (Make sure you make a map of this place. I want to be sure that I can get my way out of here if needs be and back to my room.)
Her Ghost was in just as bad a mood it would seem, upset that her Guardian was withholding information from her. (Noted.) She grunted, maintaining bare minimum of contact.
"Good. Then since you got me out of that armor, you can buy me my first few drinks. And then I'll buy the next bottle or two. Food too. I'm going to need it to explain why I'm as broken as I am." Myst stated, causing the guard to frown in confusion. "Guardians cant get drunk easily. They have to consume more than the average share to get the same effect due to the Light coursing through them. We also have a higher metabolism. And I need to get this shit off my chest." she explained, bringing a relieved expression to Keira's face. "Lets go." She sighed, running her right hand up her left arm, tracing a few scar's with a gentle shudder.
Making their way toward the bar, Keira had opened and closed her mouth multiple times, on the verge of asking a question. "Myst, W-" She began as they came through the door.
"Booth first, drinks second, explanation later. Just… Trust me… Ill need it." She grimaced, making her way past the bar stools where many people had been talking, before taking stock of the new blood in the room as she made her way to a back booth, having spotted Petra. "I feel wrong outside my armor. Feel venerable…." She growled, causing Keira to frown.
"If it bugged you that much why take it off?" She questioned, noting the bartender making his way over.
"Needs cleaning. Repairs. Besides. Not like I have much of a choice if Petra is involved. She would have made me march back to my room and change anyways… Its how she did things with my old fire team last time I was here…" Myst said briskly, her lips pursed as she browsed the list that was on the table in front of them.
After ordering, despite the barkeeps raised eyebrow at the amount the Hunter had ordered, Myst sighed, running a hand through her hair. "You seem decent enough, and ill give you the bare bones so I don't break down, but… It may end up with you carrying me back to my room. I know it goes without saying, but please. Keep this to yourselves. I… I am afraid this isn't going to be a pleasant night for me. That will come later however. First lets try to spend time with more happy thoughts. That way when I wake up Ill hopefully remember the good and forget that I told the bad…"
Keira frowned, Myst's frequent mood swings not having gone unnoticed by her, or Petra's knowing stare. "Okay. I promise." Hearing this, Myst nodded and pulled over a glass, and poured far more than she should have for a serving. Throwing back the glass, she inhaled the drink, grimacing at the bitter taste. As she slammed the glass back down. This repeated a few times, with enough time passing for her food to have arrived. Words had been passed around, stories swapped, and many laughs had been released into the boisterous room, but Myst's smile never quite reached her eyes. It was an hour or two later, full and tired, that her mood soured, and she grimaced as her mind passed over the information she was to reveal for what seemed the millionth time that night.
"Back to the thing back in the hall, Crimson Days is a joke. Crucible too." She glowered suddenly, startling her two companions and hidden Ghost, a decent flush in her cheeks as she took another shot. "So are the jokers who go through with it. Ever since I got back to that tower, even as a rookie, I got hit on a lot. The guy who pulled me out of the Cosmodrome managed to keep it at bay for awhile, but he could only do so much. Crimson Days rolls around, and every year, the gifts flow in…" she grimaced with a slight slur, inspecting the now half empty bottle in her grasp, a twirl making the purple liquid glisten as it swirled within, glancing at the two empty bottles beside it.
"What happened?" Keira asked, a heavy feeling in her gut as she watched the Hunters emerald eyes close for a moment, and open, dimmer than before, as if lost in thought. "Some idiot Hunter, Brand, got it in his head that he was perfect for me, and had been hounding me endlessly for the past month about it. It was bad enough that he was hounding me on missions, or begging the damn Vanguard to put us together on strikes or missions. One of the perks of being who I am, I got the final say. I work alone… Better that way…" She glowered irritably in response, and set the bottle down before looking at Keira, a dark expression on her face, an emotional storm barely contained behind her eyes.
"It wasn't as bad as before the Red War. Had Jak to stand as my personal wall. The Titan who carried my freezing ass out of the frozen hell that is the Russian Cosmodrome. More than one guy had been thrown off the tower or hung from the flag pole for pestering me, I think he had a thing for me, not sure, didn't bother asking. It happened to all the female Guardians. My suitor pool only grew with my accomplishments however, and it was unbearable. Since the day of the assault on the tower, any time a male sneaks up and place his hands on me, Something just snaps." She frowned, setting the bottle down on the table, watching as Petra took a healthy swig herself. "Prince Uldren found that out the hard way. Launched him across the hallway with an electrified fist that would have stunned a Kell. Fried his armor I think…" She said, her eyes closed in thought, her words slow in coming now.
Before Keira could speak up in response, Myst continued, a hand tracing the faint scars on her arms. "Uldren reminded me of what happened with Brand. I panicked. Brand had grabbed my shoulder, and I kind of hurled him into the wall, and held a knife to his throat. He pissed himself and ran like the little cowardly chicken shit he was. Jak and the others, They would have understood. They might not have been the most subtle, but they were still family. Jak would have beaten that poor Hunter into the ground. It would have been our second year of doing Crimson Doubles. We didn't quite know what we were at that point." She said, sighing as she surveyed the bar for a moment, falling silent for some time.
"Well. What's done is done." Myst said after a moment, turning to Petra, raising an eyebrow. "You, little miss bad ass, have some explaining to do. We both know there is more to you wanting to get a drink with me than just owing me a drink. You are far to busy to do this unless its serious." She stated with a heavy slur.
"If anyone here has explaining to do, it would be you my dear. I have the rest of today and tomorrow off. I was relieved by Uldren a little after you left the throne room. That said, I had seen something very intriguing BEFORE you left…" She said, and watched with a satisfied smirk as the Hunters face changed, a slight blush making its way onto her face as she squirmed beneath her gaze.
"D-Dunno what your talking about." She stammered drunkenly, mentally berating herself as her mind brought to bare the memories of what had happened earlier that morning, only making her blush more noticeable. Thanking the Traveler that she was drinking and could blame her blush on it, and she turned her head to the left, finding a certain spot on the wall suddenly interesting.
"Uh huh. Then that wasn't you being practically putty in the Queens hands?" Petra asked slyly, causing Keira to grin and lean forward, enjoying the gossip with an almost giddy expression.
"I-I did nothing… She made me stand up before you walked in, and just started poking and brushing me lightly with her fingers…" Myst grumbled, embarrassed as she began crossing her arms with a slight pout. "What else was I supposed to do? Tell the person who runs the place I am attempting to gain lodging at to not touch me?" She grumbled, turning her glare to Petra with a irritable expression.
"Come now, don't act like that. We both know you enjoyed it… I see how much you hate being touched by anything or anyone. How anyone who touches you makes you cringe and snarl like a cornered, starving wolf. Anything or anyone except Mara Sov, The Queen of the Reef it would seem…" Petra giggled, watching as Myst responded by taking a very large quaff from the bottle. Keira frowned, just now realizing how much it bugged Myst by being touched.
"How could she not enjoy it? After all the shit she has been through, She hasn't let a single person touch her skin for the past two or three months, if not longer." Kai-Lyn stated, appearing in a gentle flash of light before resting gently on the table near the wall, drawing the curious looks of both Petra and Keira. A dark glare from Myst silenced her ghost, and Kai-Lyn grumbled.
"It…. Its not like that… My… Body responds to another persons touch like a instant panic attack. My senses go into overdrive and scream danger… Its all I can do some days to not attack people who touch me…" She hissed, her pouting frown growing more noticeable.
"Well, its not like she does that all the time. You are interesting to her Grace. There had to have been a reason behind why she was 'poking and brushing' you." Petra smiled, moving on as she leaned back into her seat, crossing her legs. "I would be curious too. Its not like we have ever seen someone like you. You are quite pretty easy on the eyes as well… Now that I think about it, your skin does kind of glow like our own…" She said, frowning in thought.
"Then again… Maybe she likes you. Not often she calls a Guardian by name." She giggled teasingly, and Myst scoffed wildly, her hands waving erratically in front of her.
"A-as if! You're letting your drinks speak for you…" She stated, obviously embarrassed by the idea. "She is WAAAAAAY outside my league, even if that was the case. I'm just a peasant with a gun in comparison."
"A peasant with a Hand Cannon big enough to blow holes the size of peoples fists, a floating ball of light that brings her back from the dead, and the power to wipe out anything that breaths wrong in her direction. A god slaying peasant who takes out false Kells before breakfast." Kai-Lyn corrected, a snicker escaping the quiet Keira.
"So you wouldn't be opposed to a relationship with her then…" Petra grinned, leaning forward and resting her head on her hands, propped up on the table, fully intending to mess with the timid Hunter. Myst's blush increased exponentially in response, and she audibly struggled to form a coherent sentence with sputters and squeaks, much to their delight.
"W-w-well, W-who wouldn't. She is more than likely a good person, would have to be, running the equivalent of her own sovereign nation, not to mention the commanding presence and her looks, they would have to be blind to not say no, if they could even manage when her piercing ice blue eyes are on your own. T-that and you know, getting tossed out the airlock for saying no would be kind of a bummer…" She rambled, looking anywhere but at the other two people in the room.
"So, you ARE into girls…" Petra grinned, and held out her hand, Keira frowning and setting a small pile of Glimmer into Petra's waiting hand. "Both actually, getting shot at from the moment of being brought back doesn't really leave you with much chance to decide what parts you prefer your partner to have… Did you seriously just use me as a bet though?!" Myst said, feeling mild anger at the transaction.
"Yeah. We both had the bet after Petra saw you in the throne room." Keira giggled. "You guys suck…" Myst growled, picking up the next bottle, holding it close to her chest, intent on finishing the entire thing herself. (If this teasing keeps up, your gonna need all that… Shut up Kai-Lyn…)
