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CAYDE-6 hunter vanguard.	SHIRO-4 vanguard scout.	DRIFTER classless lightbearer.
NOTUS-4 hunter.	LUNA JAIN warlock.	CHIKE ALDERS titan.

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@bray

[exorion]

[So maybe Cayde heard through the grapevine there's a cache of Golden Age tech that got dug up around the Mare Nectaris, and maybe also that it was the Fallen who dug it up. Which, obviously, is unacceptable. That's totally 100% the reason he wants to get out there ASAP, just protecting the Vanguard's interests. Andal would thank him. Even Osiris would have to admit he's doing amazing.]

[Going on his own, amazing as he is, would be a suicide mission though, so obviously he's gotta get some backup. Ana's probably the biggest nerd he knows (Ikora notwithstanding, she's in a league of her own,) she'd be way into this. Cayde pretty much bursts into the lounge under the hangar looking for her — this is an emergency, they have to get there first before any other guardians get out there.]

Ana? There you are-- [he swans over all chill and whatnot] What are you doing, um... [he looks at his wrist but he's not wearing a watch. when was the last time he wore a watch? it doesn't matter. he puts his hands back down and on his hips.] Right now?

[bray]

( ana sits illuminated by the glow of screens filled to the brim with collected golden age knowledge on the bray family and its corporation. everything some would tell her she needed to forget, to focus instead on the future of this tower and the city they were supposed to protect.

basically a lot of the same stuff she always did when not in the field. which, as it turned out, had been a lot recently which was driving her slightly up the wall dealing with the same hum of the city, in and out, day and night.

her name is enough to get her focus off her notes and glancing up at cayde, brows raised and idly turning over the identification card in her hand. even jinju appears in a flash of light, curiously floating around his guardian's head. )

Oh, you know, the usual. ( being a huge fucking nerd― ) What's up?

[exorion]

[Cayde glances at the screens, a fair guess what she's up to, but it's not like Cayde can judge. The only difference between them is Ana actually has records to look at beyond scattered journals and flashes of old, buried memories.]

[Plus: He doesn't actually care. Not like it makes her any worse at what she does. She's one of the best, actually. Not as good as Cayde, obviously, but who is?]

Wanna head out to the moon? [He leans toward her, dropping his voice with a conspiratorial glint in his optics.] I hear there's a cache of Golden Age tech just waiting for a couple of gunslingers to, ah. Rescue it from a bunch of Fallen bandits.

[bray]

( there are few things in this vast galaxy that perks ana up faster than the sound of golden age tech and the possibility of being able to get her hands on it. after all, golden age tech possibly means clovis bray and clovis bray means home.

wherever that might have been and might be now. the tower was home, sure. she belonged it as much as it belonged to her but there was still something she could barely grasp. a little something that she needed to understand. )

You had me at head out to the moon but you know that I can't say no to Golden Age tech. ( with a flick of her wrist, the screens vanish and leave them in the low light of the hanger. ) Besides I've been itching to get out of this place and away from another shift on the wall. When can we leave?

[exorion]

Soon as.

[Cayde backs up a step, as if he's literally going to turn and go up to the hangar right this second, and tilts his head with a broad gesture.]

I mean, we wanna get out there before any other Guardians get their grubby mitts on it, right?

[bray]

You mean before a Warlock locks it up in one of their secret labs or a Titan headbutts it past Neptune?

( do the warlocks have secret labs? probably. ) We can take my ship, it's faster.

[exorion]

[ u m ]

Faster than mine? I don't think so.

[now he's going to the hangar. how dare she besmirch the good name of his ship this way.]

let's go way back

[brask]

we have to stop drinking like this.

aw ye

[exorion]

thats your weak human liver talking

you gotta power through it

[brask]

"powering through it" and "not feeling like a giant piece of shit" are two wholly separate considerations

[exorion]

i cant believe youre letting a hangover keep you down

wheres your drive? your ambition? that 'go get em' attitude????

next youre gonna be complaining abt your knees and telling me and shiro to go on w/o you while you take a breather

[brask]

i'm an old man cayde just let me sleep

[exorion]

but grandpa i wanna go to the beach

[brask]

REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME??

[exorion]

uh yeah i got a sweet new shotgun and hilarious stories to tell about you

[brask]

you don't need any new stories young man

[brask]

[ from here. ]

[ He's not totally sure how he ended up here. If pressed, he'd suggest Pihu picked the landing coordinates based on proximity alone, but that doesn't explain why he'd bothered to haul himself off his ship and out into the wilds when there's a perfectly serviceable bunk on board. Things he does know: it's safe enough, if only because it's one of the old buildings they'd camped in while scouting years back, it's out of the apparently persistent rain, and his wet cloak is a terrible cushion between him and the old, sturdy table he'd sprawled out on.

There's probably several solutions he hasn't thought of yet, but he likes this one where he waits for Cayde to come find him best of all. A real damsel-in-distress situation, if the distress includes alcohol and cold rain. Or maybe it's all just an excuse, because luring Cayde somewhere private proves SO difficult on the best of days.

Maybe he just wants some solitude. With someone else. It's hard to say and he won't look at it too closely with this much liquor in his system. ]

Is that you? [ There's no door in the doorway and the sound beyond could be footsteps crashing through the underbrush or it could be distant thunder, he doesn't know. Could be death coming for him, too, and wouldn't that be ironic? ]

[exorion]

[Cayde has a fair idea how Andal ended up here. Probably because he's a drunk idiot who gets nostalgic for camping in the wilderness, and maybe Cayde shouldn't judge him for it because he does the same type of shit, but he will. Loudly and mockingly.]

[There's no attempt on Cayde's part to hide his approach once he lands, he knows Andal well enough to know the man can find somewhere safe to hole up even drunk off his ass. Just like he knows Andal well enough to know this isn't about the boots or whatever other complaints he has about a situation he put himself in. It's another thing they both do, manufacture some ridiculous situation just to reach out to someone.]

Yeah. It's me.

[His messages were terse, but mostly that's because he had to dictate to Sundance while he was on his sparrow. It's hard to hide the mix of genuine happiness and amusement in his voice in response to hearing Andal's now he's here. Making his way into the building to look for where exactly he's at.]

'M here to see a guy about some boots. You seen him?

[brask]

[ He's slower to react than he'd normally be even if it's only by the handful of seconds it takes him to perk up. He's flat on his back in the middle of a table set dead center of the room like it used to be a meeting place at some point in the way-back-when. Surprisingly, he's not actually naked, though he's made a halfway decent effort at getting himself there. Did he lie when he'd said he was naked? Maybe. It's possible. He's bare-chested when he levers himself up onto an elbow and it takes a second for his eyes to focus through the gloom on the shape of -- what he assumes to be -- Cayde. ]

Seen 'im. [ A smile blooms wide across his face, cheeks flushed. He's clearly inebriated, but it's mellowed out some from where he'd been a while ago, like he's on his way back down the hill rather than climbing up it. ] Took you long enough.

[exorion]

Aw, don't act like you're not happy to see me.

[Cayde full-on swaggers up to the foot of the table and stands there, hands on his hips and everything. If his facial expressions could stretch to 'smug satisfaction' that's what the look on his face would be right now, but he settles for slightly narrowed eyes and a raised eyebrow.]

I mean, I could always leave. Pretty sure there's a Fallen pack holed up not too far from here.

[brask]

[ It takes a little more effort than should normally be necessary, but he manages to get his other elbow under him and, one pause for a breath later, he heaves himself up to sit. He's better than this, really. He doesn't normally have to drag himself around like he's forgotten which planet's gravity they're dealing with.

For a moment he just sits there, leaning back against his hands, studying Cayde like he's searching out an answer, but definitely doesn't know the question anyway so he just shrugs helpfully and offers him his most winning smile. ]

Could. Or you could stay here. S'been a while. And it's raining.

[exorion]

[Cayde looks up at the ceiling like it's the sky itself and heaves an exaggerated sigh, mostly pretending he doesn't still find that stupid smile ridiculously charming even though it's been getting him in trouble for decades now.]

It is raining.

[Fine. Andal wins — not that it was ever gonna be difficult — and Cayde sits at the end of the table and reaches for one of Andal's feet to drag it into his lap.] Might as well put your clothes up to dry if you're planning on staying the night.

[A ploy to get him naked? Maybe. But he focuses for the moment on doing what he came here to do and starts undoing the shinguard to take this first boot off. He will concede, there's a lot going on here and it might be hard to get these boots off drunk, but only because (as Cayde has told him many times) Andal's clothes are stupid.]

[brask]

[ Drunk or not, he could have managed to get his boots off if he'd really wanted. He's sure Cayde knows it, too, and it means all the more that he not only caves to Andal's dumb demands, but that he's bothered to haul his ass all the way out to wherever the fuck they are just to actually do it. ]

Tried to start a fire. [ This is true, and the evidence of his attempt still sit in the old fireplace, still-damp tinder and branches alike. There's not much around that's still dry, it seems to have been raining for a while, and he'd left his kit back in his ship and he definitely wasn't going back for that. He'd just get more wet, wouldn't he?

He watches Cayde's fingers work, cheek tipped against his shoulder and his still-damp hair spilling into his face, and can't help but intervene when he goes for the wrong clasp first. ] No, here— [ as he sits up, reaching in to redirect Cayde's hands to the correct place. ]

[exorion]

So you could've taken these off yourself!

[Of course he pretends to be scandalised by this "revelation," but Cayde barely puts the effort in to shoot a glance Andal's way for it. Truthfully, though he'd never admit it, he's too confused by being genuinely and openly wanted to do much other than what he's asked. Always a little uncertain when the layers of sarcasm and insults and pretending to barely tolerate eachother are stripped away, so he focuses on the boot instead, moving his hand as directed to undo the clasps and get this thing off.]

@battleaxe

[nonferrous]

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I'm just saying it's pretty rich of you to ask me not to be a liability.

I'm just scouting some leads, it'll be fine.