Nothing like a little bit of robots, am I right? I'm sure you guys have gotten a little hint about the Exos of the series, but now Snark is curious, which one is your favorite? The Titan, Cosm0, or Diesel? In all honesty, it's pretty hard for me, because I like robots, ehe. [quote]Missed the previous Take? No worries: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/187801824 (Take 51) https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/150599228 (Snark's ☆.。.:*・°☆future☆.。.:*・°☆ Stories)[/quote] [quote][b]If you want to be kept up to date on my new Takes, just follow #gotclass! It's much, much, much easier than me trying to hunt you guys down.[/b][/quote] [quote]New around these parts? Don't fret, have a Chapter Index! https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/151518733[/quote] [b]Meet the Team... [I]Fire[/i]team[/b] [b]Warlock[/b] Awoken, Female Strudels [b]Hunter[/b] Human, Male Poptarts [b]Titan[/b] Exo, Male Twinkies ____________________________ The Warlock took a deep breath, deep in meditation inside the privacy of her bedroom. Legs crossed, hands clasped together, eyes closed. She inhaled deeply and slowly, and exhaled at the same pace. Opening her eyes, her once dimly lit yellow eyes started to glow much stronger as she unclasped her hands, looking down at them. She needed to concentrate. She needed to perfect it. Inhaling, she started to center, concentrate, [i]kindle[/i] Solar energy into both of her hands. Exhaling, the fire in her hands started to grow, flickering and moving erratically like wildfire. She breathed somewhat a sigh of relief that she was able to make it this far. She just needed to pour more concentration into-- "Hey, is this the bathroom?" A male voice asked as they entered the room. The Warlock jumped, her concentration now completely cut off. Her eyes turned back into the dim light they once were, the fire disappearing from her hands. Growling and frustrated, the Warlock snapped her head to whomever would be so rude as to intrude her private quarters in the first place. "[i]What[/i] is i--" She interrupted herself when she saw that it was an Exo Titan, but not the one from her team. "Sorry, I guess not." The Titan apologized. "My name's Dennis, by the way. I just came here with some of my friends for the party." The Warlock sighed before clearing her throat briefly, feeling considerably embarrassed from her brief lash out. "It is alright." She then stood up. "Are there anymore guests?" She asked Dennis. "Hm? Oh yeah, lots." Dennis confirmed, nodding as he leaned against the entrance walls. "There was this, uh, one Warlock who brought along this other Warlock she called 'her Markus'... I think?" He tried to recollect as many guests as she could. "There's also my own Fireteam; Rush, Emilia, Gizmo, and Maria... and, uhhh... I think there's more." [i]Marvelous, more guests...[/i] the Warlock thought with pre-exhaustion. [i]This is going to be a long night.[/i] ____________________________ "Pleasure, eh, doin' business with you..." Diesel remarked as he hefted the Titan's heavy armor into his arms. "Hope it's not gonna be too much trouble bein' in your, eh, [i]birthday suit[/i] now is it?" "I-I hope these fireworks are worth it..." The Titan whined, poking his head out the side of stacks of sealed crates of Diesel's wares. Diesel let out a snort of amusement before turning around to face the hiding Titan, his armor still in his arms. "Don't worry, those'll leave a, eh, mark on your lil' party for sure, heh." Diesel assured the now-naked mech. "But how do you expect me to get to the party like [i]this[/i]?" The Titan continued to ask, or more-so complain to Diesel, which only made him shrug. "I'unno, and eh, frankly, I don't care." Diesel turned about around. "See ya, I'll catch you on the, eh, flipside." With that, Diesel walked out of the alleyway, leaving the naked Exo behind. "Oh man..." The Titan muttered before slowly stepping from behind the crates, covering his... [i]nether regions[/i]. "Oh gosh, what am I gonna do...?" He continued to talk to himself before approaching the open box of "fireworks". "I guess I'm gonna have to..." He continued as he used both of his hands to put the top back over the crate and picked it up with both of his hands. [i]How[/i] was he going to walk around with fireworks, bare as the day he was constructed, [i]without[/i] getting noticed? He turned his head in various directions, looking for something, [i]anything[/i] that would help him. Until he caught site of a Sweeping Robot, also known as Sweeperbot. Yes, they were naked robots, but nobody payed attention to [i]them[/i]. ... This just might work. ____________________________ "Are you [i]sure[/i] you should be doing this?" The Speaker's Ghost asked him, following the Speaker as he slowly went down the stairs that led to the entrance to the outside world. Or Tower. "Yes." The Speaker said with a nod. "I must prove to these Guardians that despite not being invited, I can be just as fun as they can." The Speaker's Ghost sighed. "But you're the [i]Speaker[/i], your job is to speak for the Traveler, not party to [i]fit in[/i]!" "It will only be for a little while." The Speaker returned calmly, finally reaching the end of the steps. "I just have to do this one thing, then I will return to my work..." "But you're too old-- Eugh [i]nevermind[/i]..." The Ghost sighed irritably. This was going to be a [i]long[/i] night. ____________________________ "Hunter, did you get the horderves for the guests?" The Warlock asked the Hunter as they conversed privately in the kitchen. The Hunter clicked his tongue, taking a quick stretch. "I got it, I got it." He assured her as he walked past her to the counted to grab a platter, then returned to show it to her. "Super fancy horderves, just like ya wanted, 'Lock." The Warlock said nothing in reply as she analyzed the plate before letting out a tsk. "Hunter," she began, but by the way she said it, the Hunter could tell that she wasn't a happy camper. "This is just [i]something[/i] wrapped in bacon." She then looked up at him. "[i]Why[/i] is this [i]something[/i] wrapped in bacon?" "Aha, because all the best things are wrapped in bacon, Floof." The Hunter chuckled. "But, heh, as you can see, there's no slab of meat big enough to wrap myself in--" "Just find [b]something else[/b]!" The Warlock snapped at him, which made the Hunter jump slightly. "And [i]don't[/i], under [i]any[/i] circumstances, call me [b]Floofy[/b] in front of the guests!" "I won't, I won't! Cool it!" The Hunter tried to calm her down before she publicly strangled him. ____________________________ "Ohhhh where's my hero and future husband Markus?" Cosm0 whined to her party partner as she sat on one of the living quarter's couches, looking among the crowd of party guests for any sign of the Titan. She could definitely picture him here, eating away at any kind of food that made it into the crowd of guests. But he wasn't there! "I wouldn't worry about it, Cosm0!" Markus assured her as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "He'll be here, don't worry~!" "Mff... I hope so..." Cosm0 sighed before leaning back into the plush material of the couch, slowly sinking inside. "Hey, I have an idea!" Markus suddenly said, which made Cosm0 immediately spring up from her slouching position. "What is it?!" She asked him eagerly. "We'll roleplay! I'll pretend to be the Titan, and you can be yourself!" Markus explained cheerily. Naturally, Cosm0 agreed to her friend's idea. "Okay, okay, okay, let's do this!" Cosm0 said with unrestrained enthusiasm. "Okay, now..." Markus started. "I'm the Titan--" But before Markus could finish, Cosm0 immediately grabbed him and brought him into a tight hug. "Let's get married, Titan~!" "MFF--" Markus struggled for breath as he was pressed against Cosm0 in such a way that his entire face was covered. Maybe roleplaying as the Titan was a bad idea. A [i]really[/i] bad idea. [quote]Take 53... AAAAAND NOTHING: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/189636001[/quote]