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    her expression deadpans. she had considered saying just that -- i’m busy -- before he deflects it back on her, and a deeper sneer is threatening her expression. if anyone who’d ever been on her fireteam knew of this, they’d likely laugh at him.

       ❛ god. and i can promise you there’s nothing worth knowing here. ❜   from her, that could be considered a nice response.   ❛ i already have a date with the hive in the next two hours. maybe if you care so much you can come with. ❜   now that would be worth watching.

‘ricochet.’

    Savri blinks. First once, then twice as the comment registers properly. Was that a pick-up line? That someone just used? On her?

For a long moment, she’s too surprised and confused at the concept of it to be annoyed, and it shows.

     ❛ I-- ❜ The Awoken actually fumbles, blinking again before the a darker tinge crawls up on her cheeks. Not that there’s an inkling of her being legitimately flattered, ...but she can’t help but feel embarrassed about being put on the spot so quickly. Abruptly, she scowls. ❛ I could agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong. ❜

exo stranger.

  The Hunter's stance against the wall is casual if not somewhat stiff-limbed, halfway leaned up against one of the pillars on a second story of the Tower. The balcony overlooks many of the shops, arrays of weaponry and armor brandished by merchants peddling to eager gear-hungry Guardians.

Savri wasn't especially sure what she was looking for and if she even had a train of thought before the other Hunter sidled up to her, though the look on her face says some minor sense of irritation regardless.

She glances down at the ground -- nothing -- and then back up at the Exo's face, deadpanning.

       ❛ What. ❜

SAVRI AVLOV ( DESTINY 2 )

diah.

  With a resigned huff, Savri falls into silence, trailing behind the Titan as she begins their outward trek into the wilds of the Cosmodrome. There isn’t a single enemy she would prefer to fight over the others, each of them having their own threats, but the Hive are far from the least grotesque. Regardless of her now sour attitude, she pushes away her own complaints, letting her mind go blank in order to focus on the mission.

Of course, their journey there is mostly uneventful. Even the Fallen don’t seem especially keen on coming out today, the weather so biting and cold she can feel it through all her armor, the snow sticking to the fur around her collar. Savri lifts a hand, blocking some of the beginning blizzard in a feeble attempt to get a clearer line of vision ahead. Her radar outlines a red path from the mission input. Straight ahead, Vovka tells her.

     ❛ We should be close, ❜ she comments, voice risen above the wind, ❛ it’s a tunnel system built underneath abandoned wind turbines. ❜

Savri’s home is actually in her own ship, rather than the Tower, or anywhere in the Last City. It’s quite small and cramped, but she much prefers the enclosed and utterly private space.

She actually has a name for her ship, and calls it the SSR Shade ; a fitting name due to its purpose as a sleek, stealth-orientated ship. The coloring of it is an iridescent black, and it blends into the backdrop of open space so well, it is almost rendered invisible... Though she does have her own stealth drive.

Savri is delicate. Almost unhealthily so.

Her body was quite well-preserved in the snow of Old Russia, and upon being revived by her Ghost, Vovka, her body adapted a new “set” weight ( what she had weighed just before her original death ), one that just so happens to be under what most would consider average. Her body fat percentage is very low--- about 14%.

In truth, it’s normal for her, and despite looking quite underweight and unhealthy, it doesn’t mean she actually is. Though Guardians are very strong, this does make Savri quite a bit more breakable than your average Hunter.