Well… here we are. The party’s been finished, and Sasha is now in the tower. How will she react with all the people she hates that most? *dun dun duuuunnnn* Zebra’s Fanfic: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/157266003/0/0 The House of Scar Part 4: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/187518329/0/0 |======================| Sasha lay awake in her bed, looking at the ceiling. The party last night did not go well. Aside from that hunter asking for her ‘bowl’ to that Warlock constantly complaining about her fireteam. Or… that Titan who showed up naked. “Dammit…” She said, putting her arm over her eyes, gagging subconsciously at the memory. Exo or not, it was disgusting. |======================| The next morning, she woke up… calm. Strange. No nightmares, no terrors. No fear of being killed. Harrol shifted peacefully in his sleep. Sasha patted him and got dressed. In the tower, there was no need for being alert, and armoured all the time. And she hated it. Sasha put on a white tank top and a pair of jeans. She slipped into a pair of runners and head out. |======================| Sasha made no haste getting up the elevator to get to the café. “Man, Harrol must of paid a lot to get a place this close to the top…” Just as the doors closed, she saw a drunk, red-headed titan being carried by an equally drunk warlock, in maroon robes. “Hey, did I tell ya of the- *hic* of the interview I got with the Fallen?” The warlock stammered. They fell into a room. They both had swords on their backs. The titan looked at lot similar to her. [i]Huh.[/i] Sasha thought. The doors closed and she went up, to the second highest floor. Sasha’s orange skin glistened in the rising sun. Her blue hair slightly embered, but nothing out of the ordinary. That was, until, people started crowding her. “Sashaimabigfanhowwasthemoondoesyourhairreallybecomeflames?” The masses kept asking. Sasha [i]MAY[/i] or [i]MAY NOT[/i] have punched a few of them to death on the way to the café out of rage. Her hair was steaming. When she got there, she met Zara. “Hey, Sash!” Zara was wearing a white-and-black t-shirt with black pants. “Hey, Zar.” Sasha replied as she slammed the doors shut behind her. “Soo… how’s your time in the tower been?” Sasha punched a hunter with a camera in the face. “Y’know, dodging paparazzi and the such.” She kicked him again. She turned to Zara. “How are you not getting flocked with fans?” She sneered. “I have a nasty habit of killing anyone in my way. You know,” She pulled up the crucible rankings. “I have a reputation to maintain.” She said, pointing to her name which was sitting around 5th place. Sasha frowned. “But you don’t have a-” Cut off again. She was really getting fugging tired of this. “Ghost?” Zara grinned, pulling out her very own ghost. “Speaker said he’d make an exception, once he saw the footage of me -blam!-ing up those walkers.” “But you’re-” Cut off again! “Pure darkness? A psychopathic biotch? A spectre of assholiness? Yep, but this guy,” Her eyes softened. “Ayria said that one of her friend’s ghosts got Taken, so naturally, I kept my eye out.” “Huh.” She pet the little guy, her hand burning in the process. “GAH SUNOFABIT-” She shook her hand a bit. Zara, meanwhile, chuckled as she downed her soda. “So what did you think of the party?” Sasha asked. She shrugged. “It was rather dull. Didn’t even see anyone die.” Her facial complexion changed, eyes darkening and an evil sneer etched itself into her face. “Stupid warlock must of changed out the punch bowl…” Sasha frowned. “What about the punch bowl?” The Taken guardian quickly started coughing. “What? Did I say something? What punch bowl?” “Whatever. Hey, do they serve bacon here?” Sasha crossed her arms and looked around. Zara looked at Sasha with wide eyes. If there was only one person she feared, it was Sasha. “Um… uh, no, I don’t think so…” Zara quickly scooted her chair back, hands reaching slowly towards the small of her back. “WHAT?” Sasha yelled, hands balled into fists and at her sides. |======================| The ceiling caught fire, and the table cracked as her fist slammed onto it. Zara quickly shuffled through a menu, running through the options. “Screw this, I’m getting Harrol to make me some!” Sasha said as she pushed with all her might to get the door open. A waiter frantically ran over. “Ms. Ch-” Before he could finish, Sasha picked him up and threw him out the window and off the tower. “I’ll just call the fire guys…” Zara said, tapping on a tablet. She observed the damage. “Nice throw, by the way. Form was a little sloppy, but a solid 7/10.” |======================| “Harrol! Wake up!” Sasha pulled the blanket from the bed, waking him up. “Huh, whut-” Harrol mumbled as he rolled off the bed and onto the floor. “Harrol! C’mon! The café doesn’t serve bacon!” Sasha threw him his clothes and helped him up. “Now c’mon! Put some, uh… put some clothes on and make us some breakfast!” She clapped her hands. “Guk- fine.” Harrol, now fully awake, began to cook. “Woohoo! You’re the best, Har!” Sasha pumped her fist. |======================| “Ah, that was good…” Sasha said, patting her belly. “Thank you so much, Har.” “No problem!” Harrol said as he loaded up the dishwasher. “Anything for you, Sash.” Slightly taunting her. “Heeey! What was that?” She said, calling him out. “Nothing, nothing!” “If you say so.” Sasha cupped her coffee and took a gulp. She placed it down on the table. “Soo… since I can’t go out for a while, what is there to do in the tower?” Sasha moved to the couch and sat down. Harrol followed. “Well… there’s the civilian par-” Harrol looked up at a confused Sasha. “Ah. Right. Well, there’s the shooting range.” Harrol scratched his forehead. Sasha slammed her hands on the table Phoenix Wright-style. “[i]YES![/i]” Sasha grabbed her Hawkmoon and ran out of the apartment. Sasha peeked her head back in the room. “Uh, where’s the shooting range?” Harrol smiled. “I’ll just take you there.” And, they head out. |======================| End of 11… how do you think I should carry the story? I want to know! Also, keep an eye out for Taikonaut shorts! They won’t be listed here, so look around… Chapter 12: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/191319075