Ticuu's Divination

Ticuu's Divination
Attributes
Season	13
Type	Combat Bow
Slot	Energy
Ammo	Primary
Rarity	Exotic
Damage Type	Solar
Archetype	Lightweight
Description	Three points, pushed through forever.
Statistics
Impact	68
Accuracy	52
Stability	57
Handling	69
Reload Speed	64
Draw Time	612
Zoom	18
Inventory Size	63
Aim Assistance	79
Recoil	60
Bounce Intensity	40
Bounce Direction	Tends Right

Acquisition
	Season of the Chosen Season Pass Reward.
	Monument to Lost Lights Beyond Light Exotics.

Ticuu's Divination PvP Stats

Ticuu's Divination is an Exotic Combat Bow.

Perks - Curated Roll

Intrinsic

• Sacred Flame — Hipfiring this weapon fires multiple tracking projectiles. Targets marked by these projectiles explode upon death, or when struck by another Sacred Flame's explosion.

Bowstring

• Tactile String — Stable, high-friction bowstring.
  • Slightly increases accuracy
  • Increases stability

Arrow

• Straight Fletching — Modern fletching for straight paths.
  • Increases accuracy

Trait

• Causality Arrows — Arrows fired while aiming down sights cause Sacred Flames to instantly detonate. Precision hits with perfectly drawn arrows increase the power of this detonation.

Catalyst

• Causality Quiver — Perfectly drawn arrows that detonate Sacred Flames increase arrow damage. Striking targets unaffected by Sacred Flame instead refreshes Causality Arrows' duration.

Ticuu's Divination Catalyst is obtained by completing the Points Piercing Forever quest. To unlock its upgrade, the player has to defeat enemies with this weapon.

The Catalyst gives Ticuu's Divination the Causality Quiver perk and Masterworks it.

Lore

The two Legionaries rooted through the armory of their deposed emperor. They swept the rubble aside and lifted a Bow of sharp metal, its thin frame of blackened blades bound with wire.

"This is the one the Psions made so you can't miss."

"Huh. How'd they do it?"

"They put time in it."

"What kinds of time?"

"Kinds so when you shoot, that's always when the arrows hit."

"You never ever miss?"

"Not unless you were going to anyway."

"But if you do miss, it'll make it a time that you don't?"

"Right. Unless this time was a time when you did."

**

It was the third day of the dry joining. Ticuu's voice was rasped raw, but still he clutched the Bow to his chest and held it placid in his mind.

Ticuu melded his thoughts with the null. A bastardized metaconcert, one voice in the expanse—a temporal harmony of one.

Three arrows, hissing faintly with Solar power, bristled in his fist.

Then, an echo: a rusty whine of horsehair on frayed wire. Ticuu plucked the bowstring. Spots of blood appeared on the floor. He plucked again, filling the air with oppressive vibration.

Blood welled from his fingers and dripped to match the pattern at his feet.

**

"How's it make arrows?"

"They come from time, because they got put there before."

"When you shoot it, how's it know what heads to hit?"

"It goes in time and gets a future where heads always had arrows in 'em."

"But which heads, though?"

"The ones that had arrows already."

**

Ticuu's mind emptied itself, dissipating across the pitch and froth of what was to be.

Time was an empty wheel around him. His song held it, and the joining pinned it in place. Three points of harmony between the will and the physical.

His fist rose. Three shafts pierced his Y-shaped pupil. They had always been there. Three points, pushed through forever.

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