♤ I'd Like to File a Complaint

[deal_me_in]

WHO: Cayde-6 and the usual suspects
WHERE: The Librarary
WHAT: After being disarmed by her less than charming personality, Cayde goes to inform Jon and Tony of Catra's troubling life decisions.
WHEN: After this and nowish or something? /*slides numbers around*
WARNINGS: Mention of robot dismemberment?


He hadn't been so much in shock as exasperated the last time he'd gotten his arm shot off. There was a lot going on, he had a vital part of a mission to be completing and it was easier to be frustrated over the fact that he could only commit to one thing or another and not multitask while shooting space rhinos. It was a busy day, but all in the line of duty.

This had caught him completely off guard.

True, Catra or Prime or whoever was picking the cat girl's new hairstyle and questionable fashion taste had been acting off enough that he'd been cautious. But then it was also true that he'd gotten a bit careless, trying to rile up an unknown entity that had apparently moved in and set up shop with no hint as to the actual Catra's whereabouts. Maybe he'd wanted to believe that he could find a chink in the armor, coax out some hint of the guarded, knife-thieving but sincere girl that he was more familiar with. It was always hard finding your enemy wearing the face of a friend, and it was that mismatch that shook him, especially outside of some twisted fantasy realm.

Cayde arrived at the library with a bottle of Corellian ale in his remaining hand and his right arm slung over the same shoulder in an obviously impossible position were the thing connected where it was supposed to be. He sought out the couch he'd brought in a few months back, dropping down on it without much ceremony, using his jaw to pop the cap of the bottle before taking a swig, watching as a couple of mothcats flitted over to paw at the rolling bottlecap once it pinged off the floor.

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[deal_me_in]

Cayde stared at Jon before catching Tony's look, remembering just in time to shrug a single shoulder, which roused the napping mothcat who lifted its head, eyes still half-shut before it tucked itself into the crook of his elbow. "Oh, gotcha," he said once things clicked into place for Tony to deliver an explanation. "Sounds good to me!" Especially the part about putting on a show.

[beholding_archivist]

The moment of hesitation Jon's reference is met with in regards of understanding draws an unheard sigh out of the Archivist as he hands over the next pieces to Tony. "Hm. First we finish up here. And we need to figure out what to do about Catra." Which may not be a problem they will be finding a solution for this very day, unfortunately.

[in_extremis]

Right, Catra, who had them in this position in the first place and Tony only felt more troubled by than before he had this much information. Then the place with the strangely manicured lawn, then an attempt to track down their captors, and somewhere in between there they had to make sure they were prepared for some long weeks of winter. Tony took a deep breath and heaved his own sigh in preparation as he accepted what Jon brought him into his pile of tools, and indicated the savaged edge of Cayde's arm again. "Right," he started in Jon's accent, "This part is going to get weird. I'm pretty sure that's how you feel everything."

They had a lot to do, just as soon as they got Cayde's arm back on.

[deal_me_in]

The Exo nodded at the reminder. Well, at least they had a checklist to work with. For now, he turned his attention back to the work, forcing a grin.

"You mean this hasn't already been weird?"

Time to buckle in and get the rest of this done. Then maybe they could return the favor to this Prime thing.