Cayde-6 (
deal_me_in) wrote in
revivalproject2020-07-24 10:44 am
♤ The spaceman says everybody look down, It's all in your mind
WHO: Cayde-6, his crewmates (Ren-Ren, Kitty-Catra, Dapper Cap), and whoever else!
WHERE: Aboard the Starduck, over the communicators
WHAT: SPACE TRIP...?! It's been anticlimactic so far and this Exo be boredCayde they just started
WHEN: Beginning of the trip
WARNINGS: N/A, will adjust as needed.
NOTES: Will match preferred style as tagged. Feel free to make your own threads! Shoulda thought of saying that earlier but you know, hindsight all that stuff
Finally, he's been able to get aboard a ship. He's not really disappointed either; the Starduck's a swanky little thing. Maybe a little over the top. It's fine. Over the top is fun.
He's still been quite adamant about not touching the datapoints, not that it keeps him from trying to do things without them. Probably no one aboard will notice the extra singing about the edges of his hood, and he's had worse to the face when the Agrii "death tool" had bit back. It's nice having a metal head.
Naturally he would have made a beeline for the cockpit, sat himself in the pilot seat, and would have had to be shooed away for the actual pilot to take the controls. And so the next spot he'd be found in would be the bunks, where he's totally laid claim to the Captain's because it being the only single bed, was the most obvious choice.
Lying with arms folded behind his head to stare up at the ceiling and not the underside of someone else's bunk, it serves to keep him entertained for maybe a while unless someone challenges him for the bed. He's willing to give it up within good reason, but if no one complains, this is where he's keeping his stuff.
If it was hard to keep track of the time on the Agra 10, it's even harder on a ship out in space. Thus the question he voices, both aloud and over the network that he assumes is still connecting them to their buddies aboard the other ships, he poses the ever eternally important question:
are we there yet?
WHERE: Aboard the Starduck, over the communicators
WHAT: SPACE TRIP...?! It's been anticlimactic so far and this Exo be bored
WHEN: Beginning of the trip
WARNINGS: N/A, will adjust as needed.
NOTES: Will match preferred style as tagged. Feel free to make your own threads! Shoulda thought of saying that earlier but you know, hindsight all that stuff
Finally, he's been able to get aboard a ship. He's not really disappointed either; the Starduck's a swanky little thing. Maybe a little over the top. It's fine. Over the top is fun.
He's still been quite adamant about not touching the datapoints, not that it keeps him from trying to do things without them. Probably no one aboard will notice the extra singing about the edges of his hood, and he's had worse to the face when the Agrii "death tool" had bit back. It's nice having a metal head.
Naturally he would have made a beeline for the cockpit, sat himself in the pilot seat, and would have had to be shooed away for the actual pilot to take the controls. And so the next spot he'd be found in would be the bunks, where he's totally laid claim to the Captain's because it being the only single bed, was the most obvious choice.
Lying with arms folded behind his head to stare up at the ceiling and not the underside of someone else's bunk, it serves to keep him entertained for maybe a while unless someone challenges him for the bed. He's willing to give it up within good reason, but if no one complains, this is where he's keeping his stuff.
If it was hard to keep track of the time on the Agra 10, it's even harder on a ship out in space. Thus the question he voices, both aloud and over the network that he assumes is still connecting them to their buddies aboard the other ships, he poses the ever eternally important question:

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i wanna see your ship
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maybe youre better off coming here
its shiny
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ill be right over
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Welcome to the First Breath.
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[Thus goes Cayde's observations the moment he sets foot aboard. He then grins and stoops down to pat Mini on the head.]
Hey there, buddy. How's space life treating the both of you?
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[Mini waves once the head pat happens and then holds up a paw.]
One of the droids taught him how to fist bump. He's waiting for one. And... space life is well enough, even if I'm not a fan.
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[He has to chuckle as he curls his fingers into a fist and lightly bumps it against Mini's extended paw.]
Usually space is just the in-between to the real trip. I am downright disappointed that this ship is taking as long as it is to get anywhere.
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[Even the light bump almost knocks Mini over. But when it is done he jumps enthusiastically and then runs back to Reeve, who scoops him up.]
We have only just made it into space in my lifetime. I consider this impressive enough.
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Oh, it is pretty impressive. Just lookin' out there, seeing nothing but endless stars. I just like to know there's something on the other end somewhere or at least somewhere along the line.
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And yet, with no assurance that there was, you still boarded and chose to join us on this venture. I feel many people did. It's intriguing. We have little reason to trust these people, but we are going to try and save them. It's odd.
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They gave us access to a ship. Doesn't strike me that they often allow for us a chance to get off-world. Also? The Agrii are the ones with the machine or whatever that's been bringing people in.
...and ignoring a call like that just rubs me the wrong way. But if someone genuinely needs help, I'll give it to 'em. Also don't hurt I get to possibly shoot some things in the process.
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[If they need help, then maybe the Agrii’s captives will be able to elicit some concessions from them, for their survival.]
You that eager to harm people?
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Don't get me wrong- it's not wanting to harm so much as wanting to make sure anyone who aims to do so to others, can't. I'm not proud that my main skill involves having to do some damage or worse? But I do it because I know I can and not everyone else can protect themselves.
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[He sighs. If he had spells then he could do things to help others.]
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[He guides Cayde out to show him around the halls toward the cafeteria.]
The young magic gentleman, Billy. A man named Hannibal that I do not know. And the one known as the Mandolorian as well as his foundling.
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