I can’t possibly express how happy I am to be back in this stuff. It took a long while of re-downloading and further downloading other things to be able to make this one. I gotta say, the work was worth it.
The character responding to their extraction is Marcus Silom; the ODST closest to the Spartan-III, Alyx-G059.
Here’s a little post cause I have some of my favourite wallpapers for tomorrow. Yay :3 The dude who made these is a reddit user by the name /u/Illustrator_Joe and he wants to make sure people use his name for credit, so please do so.
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Pugem les escales de dos en dos Subamos las escaleras de dos en dos Saliamo le scale a due a due encén una espelma i que cremi tot enciende una vela y qué queme todo accendi una candela e che bruci tutto
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Miro la nit Miro la noche Guardo la notte miro el mar miro el mar guardo il mare el tren vermell ja se'n va el tren rojo ya se va il treno rosso già se ne va
Ikora Rey has never been much of a one for stealth. She’d rather let her shotgun close any watching eyes. Her philosophy is that you’re completely invisible once everyone around you is dead.
But somebody in the Crucible had been taking bribes to throw matches. There isn’t enough evidence for the Vanguard to take action, but when Shaxx comes to her with the name of a bar, when he rumbles, I trust your Light and your wits, Guardian—well.
It’s not the sort of bounty that she’s used to taking from him, but Ikora Rey has never backed down from a challenge.
That’s how she finds herself slouching over a tin cup filled with vodka, a headscarf wrapped around her head, fringe drooping low over her eyes. Her Light is tamped down as far as possible—she won’t be able to summon Axion Bolts worth a damn, and a Nova Bomb is clean out of the question, but no Guardian will sense her light without getting in range of her shotgun
Ikora doesn’t worry about anything that’s in range of her shotgun.
She does worry about looking mortal for long enough to catch this cheating Guardian.
The Suros representative is still sitting alone at his table. Ikora eases a glance around the bar, keeping her eyelids low, movements fluid.
Halfway through the her scan of the room, her gaze lands on a cluster of students seated together. (She guesses that’s what they are, from the thick books piled around them.) At the same time, one of them looks up.
Their eyes meet.
He’s twenty at most, tall and scrawny, with brown skin and a shock of ink-black hair. His dark eyes widen instantly, and he makes a quick, abortive gesture, knocking over his glass.
“Shun?” says the girl sitting next to him, at the same time that the boy beside him wails, “Traveler’s cleft, my notes,” and grabs a napkin.
But the student—Shun—is still staring at Ikora, and with a sort of idle amusement, she stares back, watching his flush grow deeper. Are the children of the city so bashful, these days?
Something moves in the corner of her eye. Ikora turns, and sees an Awoken striding between tables, his faded cloak still too like a Hunter’s cloak, the swell of his Light too poorly-hidden for her Warlock senses.
The culprit sits down by the Suros representative and they start to talk in low voices.
Ikora rises smoothly from her seat, fingers quietly finding Invective.
She doesn’t look back at Shun as she strides toward her prey. If he’s still watching, well, then he’ll get a show.
Takes place in the same continuity as my story Glory 0.1; Shun recognizes Ikora because he’s watched every one of her Crucible matches 15 times.
This fic was inspired by the card Ghost Fragment: The City Age 2, and also by a tumblr post that I now cannot find, which speculated that Ikora might have actually first been taught intrigue and spying by Shaxx.
I needed to practice my ability to draw guns. Namely, Destiny guns. Becuase its something that is so far outside of my normal range that it was pretty painful to have to draw them whenever I needed to.
What you are seeing is 7 hours of work and 23 different weapons. Almost all are D1, but Sweet Business snuck in there as a viewer request. I can safely say that this has helped me a lot in drawing weaponry. Now I just need an excuse to draw this stuff more often.
Guys I’m really sorry I didn’t post anything yesterday but here you go. The rest of the week is going to be like these. I like them, they’re coolio. Sad thing is that I can’t really use them on an iPad. Whatever, have a good week guys, love you