Foreword: I've been especially active in the r/DestinyJournals subreddit as of late, and began writing a number of different shorts. I'm going to start re-posting them here.
TYPE: Transcription
DESCRIPTION: Conversation between persons of interest
PARTIES: Two [2]. One [1] Guardian-type, Class Warlock, designate Wahei Ohr [WO] (POI#0247); One [1] Guardian-type, Class N/A [u.1] (VIP#1315)
ASSOCIATIONS: Drifter; Magpie District; Mahal, Aunor; Ohr, Wahei; Praxic Archives; Praxic Order; Tango, Charlie; Traitor's Die; Umbranomicon
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[footsteps pacing, rustling, waxen clattering]
[WO] You might as well step into the open. I know you're there.
[a metallic clink, then
footsteps approaching]
[u.1] I'm impressed, sister. Those were prime sneakin' around moves I was using. [chuckles] How'd you know I was there?
[WO] Voidwalker.
[u.1] Uh huh. Sure. For all you knew, I could've been that hardliner Praxic chick--
[WO] If I thought you were Aunor, I wouldn't have said anything. I'd have just shot first.
[u.1] Huh. Awful ruthless.
[WO] There's nothing I could say to Aunor Mahal that would convince her that I'm not spiraling down a very Dark rabbit hole.
[u.1] And you're tellin' me you're not?
[WO] Just because someone isn't walking in the Light twenty-four-seven doesn't mean they're walking into the Deep Dark.
[another metallic clink]
[u.1] [chuckles] You're a strange one, sister.
[WO] Again, Voidwalker.
[more waxen clattering]
[WO] Interesting.
[scratching on paper]
[u.1] Never figured you for a Guardian that likes games of chance.
[WO] Who said I do?
[u.1] Well, I heard-tell from ol' Charlie that you did pretty well for yourself in a card game recently...
[WO] And you think there was any part of that which was "chance?"
[u.1] [chuckles] "Making your own chance," was it? I like you, sister.
[WO] Every Lightbearer at that table was manipulating the odds. I was the only one doing it consciously.
[u.1] And yet, I see you here, rollin' the bones like a born craps-shooter.
[WO] One bone. Just the one.
[u.1] You know, most bones that Guardians keep around ain't the safest thing. Like that big-ass one that Shaxx keeps in the Tower. Or the "rock" that Moondust carries all over the place.
[WO] You're not wrong.
[u.1] And you think playin' knucklebones with one of them is a good idea?
[WO] Again, you think there's any sort of game involved here?
[u.1] Sister, everything's part of the game.
[pause]
[WO] You have more insight than you let on.
[u.1] That's the one thing I never make secret. Not my fault if they don't realize it.
[WO] Or if they can't realize it.
[pause]
[more waxen clattering, then
a metallic clink]
[u.1] So if you're not playing games with that, just what are you doing with it?
[sound of scratching on paper]
[WO] Perhaps I am seeking insight.
[u.1] Huh. Way I understand it, if you're gonna cast the bones, you use four ankle-bones. Not a bird's skull.
[WO] If you're going to "cast the bones" and not have the results skewed by the Light, you have to use special bones.
[pages turning]
[u.1] Whoa. Hey. I recognize that book.
[WO] Really? You are full of surprises.
[u.1] I make a point of learning about dangerous stuff. And that book is on the list. And not just mine.
[WO] Yes. That's why I had Charlie steal it for me.
[u.1] From the Praxic Order? [whistles] Sister, I thought the Hero of the Red War was crazy, but you're a whole different breed.
[WO] Voidwalker.
[u.1] What the hell do you even want that book for?
[WO] Insight. This was going to be Toland's seminal work on the Darkness, until his... demise.
[u.1] You know that he was cracked in the head, don't you?
[WO] One could make the argument that we're all "cracked in the head."
[u.1] You're not helping your case, sister.
[WO] The concepts and precepts in the book provide some details on how to interpret the die's meaning.
[pages turning]
[WO] Huh. And details on how one could craft more. Interesting.
[u.1] Do I even want to know what you're planning?
[WO] I plan the same thing you do, only I'm not solely concerned with saving my own skin.
[u.1] That's a bit harsh, sister.
[WO] It's a harsh world, "brother."
[u.1] [sighs] That's the truest thing, isn't it?
[a metallic clink]
[u.1] [grunts] Well, whatever you're planning, if it involves that book, I want no part of it. Catch you around, sister.
[footsteps receding, waxen clattering]
[WO] You know, this book has a lot of interesting things in it, Majhul. Even ways one could sever one's connection to their Ghost without needing to kill it.
[pause]
[footsteps approaching]
[u.1] What was that?
[WO] I said, the book contains a lot of interesting information, such as severing--
[u.1] Not that.
[WO] You've gone by a lot of different names in your ages, haven't you?
[u.1] How do you know about that one?
[WO] Voidwalker.
[u.1] Pardon my Ulurant, but that's a load of [EXPLETIVE DELETED]. How do you know it?
[WO] I never tell secrets.
[thump of a book closing, rustling]
[WO] But, I see I've touched a nerve. I should be going.
[the feed distorts with static from paracausal radiation]
[WO] After you've cooled down, if your curiosity remains piqued, just whistle. I know where to find you.
[the static clears]
[a metallic clink]
[u.1] Sister, I ever whistle for you, it'll only be so I can look you in the eyes before I shoot you between them.
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