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revivalproject2023-02-11 10:48 pm
deal_me_in) wrote in revivalproject2023-02-11 10:48 pm
Even When We Win, it Seems Like All We Do is Lose
WHO: Cayde-6 and you I guess
WHERE: Deep End and outside around the city like a maniac
WHAT: Paranoia? What paranoia? Also scooping out any stragglers stuck in this snowy mess
WHEN: During the Storm
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match pose prefs
I. The Deep End
"I'm sure Europa gets worse," the Exo says as he tries shoving the edges of a mattress back into place from where the wind had attempted to blow it loose from the hole he'd accidentally blown out in the hallway outside of the bar. The tarp definitely wasn't doing anything but he's sure no one's using this bed anymore and it's done well enough for a quick fix.
"There we go," he says, dusting his hands off and looking rather proud of his efforts. So many things can be solved with mattresses! Who'd have thought?
He stops by the window that he usually leaves open as his choice entrance and exit, now closed against the flurries, squinting out at the whiteness before turning to step into the welcome warmth of the bar. "Lakes don't freeze all the way through, right?" he says, peering at the great glass windows across from him and the watery life beyond. The unsettling feeling that they might just burst and flood everything is a lot stronger with all the craziness. Maybe he just needs a drink.
II. Open Arms of the Storm
Somehow, being outside doesn't feel as bad as staying inside. Outside, you didn't have to worry about anything collapsing or caving in. You were already in it. Sure, it's a terrible idea but there's something about the wild winds and the frigid temperatures that stoke something in the Exo, a thing he can't quite explain, but it counters the unsettling and inexplicable sensations he's had.
Unfortunately it does nothing for the ghosts with a lower-case 'g', and he's learned from the first storm to save his bullets no matter how bad the visitors got. But then they'd only got sneakier since Taniks. The latest card played has been a low blow however, and not one he'll admit to anyone if he can help it.
Running? Is that what he's doing? No, he'll deny that too. No point in running from an apparition that can appear wherever, heedless of the churning winds. He needs to keep himself occupied, keep his mind busy. Find any other fools out here that're built less sturdier than an Exo, for starters. That's a good excuse.
WHERE: Deep End and outside around the city like a maniac
WHAT: Paranoia? What paranoia? Also scooping out any stragglers stuck in this snowy mess
WHEN: During the Storm
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match pose prefs
I. The Deep End
"I'm sure Europa gets worse," the Exo says as he tries shoving the edges of a mattress back into place from where the wind had attempted to blow it loose from the hole he'd accidentally blown out in the hallway outside of the bar. The tarp definitely wasn't doing anything but he's sure no one's using this bed anymore and it's done well enough for a quick fix.
"There we go," he says, dusting his hands off and looking rather proud of his efforts. So many things can be solved with mattresses! Who'd have thought?
He stops by the window that he usually leaves open as his choice entrance and exit, now closed against the flurries, squinting out at the whiteness before turning to step into the welcome warmth of the bar. "Lakes don't freeze all the way through, right?" he says, peering at the great glass windows across from him and the watery life beyond. The unsettling feeling that they might just burst and flood everything is a lot stronger with all the craziness. Maybe he just needs a drink.
II. Open Arms of the Storm
Somehow, being outside doesn't feel as bad as staying inside. Outside, you didn't have to worry about anything collapsing or caving in. You were already in it. Sure, it's a terrible idea but there's something about the wild winds and the frigid temperatures that stoke something in the Exo, a thing he can't quite explain, but it counters the unsettling and inexplicable sensations he's had.
Unfortunately it does nothing for the ghosts with a lower-case 'g', and he's learned from the first storm to save his bullets no matter how bad the visitors got. But then they'd only got sneakier since Taniks. The latest card played has been a low blow however, and not one he'll admit to anyone if he can help it.
Running? Is that what he's doing? No, he'll deny that too. No point in running from an apparition that can appear wherever, heedless of the churning winds. He needs to keep himself occupied, keep his mind busy. Find any other fools out here that're built less sturdier than an Exo, for starters. That's a good excuse.
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"Didn't know we could see other people's storm spirits."
And that was unnerving as hell.
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He paused to eye Andal across the room. "Are you? If you're looking for a tussel, we do that outside."
The ghost shook his head. "You know you only accepted the position out of guilt."
"Lost dare. You lost first, 'member? Not that I'm proud of that, or losing you."
"Lost me twice. First to the Vanguard. Then to Taniks."
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"So what, it's here to hurt you with words? Seems pretty pathetic," Gladio pointed out.
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But the real Andal wouldn't hold it over him, would he? The real Andal knew the risks they all took. None of that reassurance brought him back though.
It felt like the ghost knew that as he met Cayde's glowing gaze, silent for a time.
"Still wearing my gear? Shameless."
That got the Exo to snort, cracking a grin. "Told you I would. It's good gear!" He poured two glasses, even knowing the ghost wouldn't be partaking with him, but he picked one up all the same, lifting it up as a toast.
The ghost stared a moment longer before turning and abruptly fading out, tattered cloak and all.
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"Hard, losing good soldiers you stood beside. I'm sorry. Toast to his memory?"
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"We're not soldiers, we're Hunters. Guardians. Bunch of independent bodies that the Vanguard has to try prodding into certain directions now and then, but at least we're all good at banding together when we're needed."
He gave Gladio a nod as he still held his glass. "Andal was a friend, a brother. Shouldn't have gone the way he did, not to someone who we thought we'd killed."
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"You can't save everyone. It's the hardest thing about being out there. Even those you care for the most. Bet he knew that."
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Cayde tipped his glass back, draining it in one go before setting it empty on the countertop.
"But just 'cuz we can't save everyone doesn't mean we don't stop trying." He reached for the bottle, deciding against putting it away and instead leaving it by Gladio. "I'm heading out. If I don't get back before it gets dark, feed Colonel, would you? Her feed's in the back."
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Then he nods and sighs. "Yeah, I'll do that. If you're not back even then, I'll see about taking her back to Noct and mine's place. Will be warmer with us in there."
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