open post » destiny characters

[exorion]

E Y E S U P , G U A R D I A N (open post)

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

code credit

Comments

@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.]