The scenario doesn't at all look suspicious, no sir! Just someone locked out of their space vehicle, that's all.
The hooded figure in worn leathers and a tattered...well, that might have been a cloak at some point in its former life but now it's barely that- anyway, he's standing by the hatch of a random ship, trying to pry it open. When that ultimately fails, he gives a half-hearted pound of a gloved fist before stepping back, arms akimbo as he regards the stubborn thing.
And then he turns to eyeball another ship, his robotic features strangely expressive as bright blue optics skim the selections, metal faceplates shifting to form the furrow of a brow, the narrowing of eyes. Then he sets forth to try his luck again. You can bet he'll try as many times until he can actually get into a ship.
Storms He still resents having info downloaded directly into his head like some kind of... Well all right, so he may be pretty much a machine but he's got rights! And feelings! But the Exo's upset takes a bit of a back seat in the face of what he figures is probably one of those awful storms that were mentioned in that information dump.
Normally he'd have something quippy to say about it, except that being caught up in the thing brings with it an unsettlingly familiar sensation. It doesn't make him feel any more at ease that he's without his Ghost, but he can feel the drain, like the moment the Last City fell to the Red Legion.
Cayde staggers in the street, a hand futilely attempting to shield his face as the rain goes in all directions with the wild winds that whip his cloak about with all the intention of making it even more raggedy, at least so he feels. "This...is...not my idea of a vacation," he grunts. Lifting his head, he finds himself on his hands and knees, not even realized he'd fallen. As he struggles to his feet, he squints against the spattering rain as he (thinks? he) sees movement. Those glowing blue optics widen because what he thinks he sees can't possibly be.
"Andal..?"
Can You Heeear Me [The upside-down image of a hooded, robotic face with bright glowing blue eyes appears.]
Hello? Helloooo?
[Every time he speaks, the interior of his mouth is backlit in amber.]
Zavala? Ikora? Please tell me this is all some highly elaborate and extremely unnecessarily detailed prank. ...no, forget I said that- this is Zavala we're talking about- Which... Okay, yeah. No prank.
[Squint.]
Is this thing upside-do-- Oh. Oh! Got it, got it.
[The whole thing turns, the Exo now right-side up.]
So. Yeah. Long and short of what I understand of this situation is it's awful and I'm stuck. Anyone care to correct me on that? This is a one time offer. No, really- someone give me some good news.
Cayde-6 // Destiny (2)
"Dangit, open up!"
The scenario doesn't at all look suspicious, no sir! Just someone locked out of their space vehicle, that's all.
The hooded figure in worn leathers and a tattered...well, that might have been a cloak at some point in its former life but now it's barely that- anyway, he's standing by the hatch of a random ship, trying to pry it open. When that ultimately fails, he gives a half-hearted pound of a gloved fist before stepping back, arms akimbo as he regards the stubborn thing.
And then he turns to eyeball another ship, his robotic features strangely expressive as bright blue optics skim the selections, metal faceplates shifting to form the furrow of a brow, the narrowing of eyes. Then he sets forth to try his luck again. You can bet he'll try as many times until he can actually get into a ship.
Storms
He still resents having info downloaded directly into his head like some kind of... Well all right, so he may be pretty much a machine but he's got rights! And feelings! But the Exo's upset takes a bit of a back seat in the face of what he figures is probably one of those awful storms that were mentioned in that information dump.
Normally he'd have something quippy to say about it, except that being caught up in the thing brings with it an unsettlingly familiar sensation. It doesn't make him feel any more at ease that he's without his Ghost, but he can feel the drain, like the moment the Last City fell to the Red Legion.
Cayde staggers in the street, a hand futilely attempting to shield his face as the rain goes in all directions with the wild winds that whip his cloak about with all the intention of making it even more raggedy, at least so he feels. "This...is...not my idea of a vacation," he grunts. Lifting his head, he finds himself on his hands and knees, not even realized he'd fallen. As he struggles to his feet, he squints against the spattering rain as he (thinks? he) sees movement. Those glowing blue optics widen because what he thinks he sees can't possibly be.
"Andal..?"
Can You Heeear Me
[The upside-down image of a hooded, robotic face with bright glowing blue eyes appears.]
Hello? Helloooo?
[Every time he speaks, the interior of his mouth is backlit in amber.]
Zavala? Ikora? Please tell me this is all some highly elaborate and extremely unnecessarily detailed prank. ...no, forget I said that- this is Zavala we're talking about- Which... Okay, yeah. No prank.
[Squint.]
Is this thing upside-do-- Oh. Oh! Got it, got it.
[The whole thing turns, the Exo now right-side up.]
So. Yeah. Long and short of what I understand of this situation is it's awful and I'm stuck. Anyone care to correct me on that? This is a one time offer. No, really- someone give me some good news.
...and maybe some ammo.