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revivalproject2021-06-05 12:00 am
deal_me_in) wrote in revivalproject2021-06-05 12:00 am
♤ More Than Fine, More Than Bent on Getting By
WHO: Cayde-6 and all'a you
WHERE:IN YUR SPACE Here, there, anywhere! Ugh, just tell him to go home
WHAT: Someone is totally not having attachment issues and just wanting to hang out because that what u do
WHEN: Post-Billicity, through June
WARNINGS: N/A I think
NOTES: Prose to start, will match as preferred.
♤ Fancy Meeting You Here!
For the lack of adrenaline Cayde had still found himself able to go along as though nothing had happened, because things being 'normal' acted in its own way like an energy boost, just being in familiar territory with people whom not only did he know, but that knew him back. He knows it's not nearly so simple, of course, but that's a different sort of problem that he knows he can't personally fix for everyone. Not that it means he won't try to make things a little better.
He certainly hasn't been particularly shy about popping by the more frequented places of the town to begin with, and now it's like he's doing so with a vengeance. The greenhouse, sure. The diner? Of course. The hangar? You bet. The Deep End? Absolutely. He may even be there more often than usual, if only because he knows it's a sure place people come by, if not for the hard liquor then maybe for some coffee. Thought you were about to have a quiet drink? Well, look alive, you've got company. Maybe he'll even try picking out a tune on that guitar there that's practically become a communal instrument. And then there's the amphitheater, because he knows some people use that as a place to blow off some excess energy.
For people he's more familiar with, it shouldn't come as a surprise to find him just there in their space at some point, invited himself in, made himself at home. It's fine, we're all fine. Yes, he's terribly clingy (even though he will attempt not to make it obvious) because being in a busy city and yet finding yourself able to still be isolated is an experience he could have done without. No, he's not going to outright admit it, but it's been a long month. Let him have this. Please.
♤ Great Googly Moogly!
It never fails; you're just going about your day like usual and then you turn and suddenly find yourself startled by a pair of googly eyes staring at you. Unless you're Ikora, in which case this will probably not startle so much as prompt an arch of a brow. But there they are.
Helmets are a prime target, especially on the back. Doors, trees, Jon's chair, someone's mug, a random wrench, Ophiuchus, glasses (I mean, how can you not?!)- free game. Sky's the limit- although if Cayde had the means, he might have very well tried that too.
Not to worry. This too shall pass. Probably.
Or at least it will when he runs out of googly eyes.
♤ Not-Home-Away-From-Not-Home-Away-From-Not-Home
The days and nights in the city facsimile had been more like regular days back on Earth and yet they still had felt incredibly long. Staying awake most of those nights just lent to the impression. He's sure that the exhaustion he feels is more mental than physical, but he's been most determined to make his rounds.
The old Agrii furniture store is one of Cayde's more random haunts, a place he enjoys poking around for supplies and random knick-knacks when he's bored or to sprawl out on one of the many beds. At the moment it's the latter, and should anyone happen to wander into the bed section, they'll find the Hunter lying across the end of a bed on his side, an arm tucked under his hooded head, optics shuttered, hand cannon still holstered at his side. Exos don't need to sleep, but in keeping with the habits of their formerly fleshy selves they can if they wish, and low and behold, it looks like he's doing just that, finally given in to all the running around.
Hovering watchfully nearby is his Ghost Sundance, and should they suddenly find themselves with company she'll swivel around to look at whomever might come upon her sleeping Guardian.
♤ Aces Wild
((AKA if you have any other ideas or something you want play out, toss down a starter or bother me to hash out some deets, whichever!))
WHERE:
WHAT: Someone is totally not having attachment issues and just wanting to hang out because that what u do
WHEN: Post-Billicity, through June
WARNINGS: N/A I think
NOTES: Prose to start, will match as preferred.
♤ Fancy Meeting You Here!
For the lack of adrenaline Cayde had still found himself able to go along as though nothing had happened, because things being 'normal' acted in its own way like an energy boost, just being in familiar territory with people whom not only did he know, but that knew him back. He knows it's not nearly so simple, of course, but that's a different sort of problem that he knows he can't personally fix for everyone. Not that it means he won't try to make things a little better.
He certainly hasn't been particularly shy about popping by the more frequented places of the town to begin with, and now it's like he's doing so with a vengeance. The greenhouse, sure. The diner? Of course. The hangar? You bet. The Deep End? Absolutely. He may even be there more often than usual, if only because he knows it's a sure place people come by, if not for the hard liquor then maybe for some coffee. Thought you were about to have a quiet drink? Well, look alive, you've got company. Maybe he'll even try picking out a tune on that guitar there that's practically become a communal instrument. And then there's the amphitheater, because he knows some people use that as a place to blow off some excess energy.
For people he's more familiar with, it shouldn't come as a surprise to find him just there in their space at some point, invited himself in, made himself at home. It's fine, we're all fine. Yes, he's terribly clingy (even though he will attempt not to make it obvious) because being in a busy city and yet finding yourself able to still be isolated is an experience he could have done without. No, he's not going to outright admit it, but it's been a long month. Let him have this. Please.
♤ Great Googly Moogly!
It never fails; you're just going about your day like usual and then you turn and suddenly find yourself startled by a pair of googly eyes staring at you. Unless you're Ikora, in which case this will probably not startle so much as prompt an arch of a brow. But there they are.
Helmets are a prime target, especially on the back. Doors, trees, Jon's chair, someone's mug, a random wrench, Ophiuchus, glasses (I mean, how can you not?!)- free game. Sky's the limit- although if Cayde had the means, he might have very well tried that too.
Not to worry. This too shall pass. Probably.
Or at least it will when he runs out of googly eyes.
♤ Not-Home-Away-From-Not-Home-Away-From-Not-Home
The days and nights in the city facsimile had been more like regular days back on Earth and yet they still had felt incredibly long. Staying awake most of those nights just lent to the impression. He's sure that the exhaustion he feels is more mental than physical, but he's been most determined to make his rounds.
The old Agrii furniture store is one of Cayde's more random haunts, a place he enjoys poking around for supplies and random knick-knacks when he's bored or to sprawl out on one of the many beds. At the moment it's the latter, and should anyone happen to wander into the bed section, they'll find the Hunter lying across the end of a bed on his side, an arm tucked under his hooded head, optics shuttered, hand cannon still holstered at his side. Exos don't need to sleep, but in keeping with the habits of their formerly fleshy selves they can if they wish, and low and behold, it looks like he's doing just that, finally given in to all the running around.
Hovering watchfully nearby is his Ghost Sundance, and should they suddenly find themselves with company she'll swivel around to look at whomever might come upon her sleeping Guardian.
♤ Aces Wild
((AKA if you have any other ideas or something you want play out, toss down a starter or bother me to hash out some deets, whichever!))
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"What do you mean 'I know I could've been worse?'"
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Cayde drank from his glass, looking over at Kaz.
"You got something that keeps you going day to day?"
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"Vengeance."
It was the same answer he'd had since he was 9 and crawled out of the Ketterdam harbor with white-hot rage burning a hole in his heart.
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He knew the feeling, he'd even been there. He knew it wasn't a healthy course, but people had their reasons. It was the afterwards that usually was the problem.
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"It's become a little bit of both."
The smirk vanished though. Unhealthy was a polite way of putting it. When it had become an all-consuming need, it was pretty easy to call it an obsession.
"But mostly targeted."
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"Well, I won't ask the why's, especially given how little inclined you seem to like to talk about yourself," he added with a faint smirk of his own, "-but I sure hope you have plans for what happens after all that. Vengeance has a habit of leaving a big ol' void in its wake"
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This is Kaz's major flaw. He had already taken apart the slimy merchant's life and taken his freedom. And he had become so thoroughly involved in taking apart the barrel boss Pekka Rollins' life that while he was doing exactly that, his plans were rapidly coming to fruition. But he had nothing beyond that he wanted. He had turned his gang, the Dregs, from a lot of washed-up old cadgers into a force to be reckoned with. He had more money than anyone from the barrel had ever dreamed. At 17 all that he had fought and bled for was becoming his...and he had no idea what should come next.
"There are a few things I want to invest in, but mostly I want to get back to Ketterdam because it's my city."
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"So when you say you want to get back to this place do you mean from here or are you somewhere else even back where you've been?" Cayde asked. "What's this Ketterdam like? And on what world?" Did they cover that before? He never got to ask much about Kaz, but then they hadn't really chatted like this before.
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"I'm not actually sure what the world is called since I had never been in space before I came here. Where I'm from is called Kirch and Ketterdam is the capital city."
It's still an island nation and it is probably relevant to mention that Ketterdam was only an island because the Council of Tides, grisha who had power over the ocean, flooded the land bridge connecting Kirch to their closest neighbors the Shu Han. But no one has ever seen the Council of Tides for 50 years.
Ketterdam is...unique."
He had a more thoughtful look now.
"There's everything from wealthy Merchant mansions, to just prosperous people that work for them; lawyers and doctors."
Then that small smirk was tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"And then there's the Barrel. It's pretty much a nonstop party with gambling, entertainment, drinking, and company all available for a price. People come from all countries to slip into the crowd anonymously and be able to do whatever they want if they pay for it."
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He observed Kaz as the teen spoke of his city. Even he had to grin a little. Seemed like no matter the world or universe or whatever, you still had similar themes.
"Sounds like my kinda haunt," the Exo chuckled as he considered the Barrel.