Tall tale 1- the soft spot
NOTES:
Ghost talking through mental link is in italics.
Guardian talking through mental link is in bold italics
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he had to see if this would work.
"Ok- you know the plan?"
Cayde turns to his left, watching the hunter he put up for the job nod their head eagerly.
"Ok good-" he pauses, hearing footsteps.
Low and behold here comes hound, fresh from a mission and covered in fluids cayde didn't even want to know about. His right hand hunter looks tired, but her chest is still puffed up and her chin is high- a mission successful pose if he'd ever seen one.
He had a theory about his scout. One made over months of observation and heavy spying. Sundance laughed at him, but he knew he was right, at least to a point.
Cayde blinks, he knows that somewhere deep down- hounds got a soft spot, he just didn't know for who. And there was really only one test to see if he truly was right about it.
He pats his ducklings arm- telling him it was time to get ready for their plan.
"On three- one two- three!"
The hunter next to him takes off, sprinting at hound with the intent to jump- right as his feet leave the ground and hound catches sight she's dodging- sidestepping and coming around to catch his cloak and fling him onto the ground, cursing out something harsh. Shaxx perks up from behind his desk and asks what's going on.
That's when cayde takes his leave, whistling as he heads back towards his fireteam.
Seconds later he plays it cool, watching the infamous hunter walk in- dragging a very much so pouting guardian behind her.
She drops him at caydes feet, handing him her mission report from today, shoulders set- and he can feel the suspicious squint under her hive boned helmet.
Always watching this one
Sundance muses over their link, and cayde snorts internally.
"Back already! Damn, those hive didn't stand a chance" he plays cool, despite the feeling of her eyes becoming uneasy. He knew she wouldn't do anything, not until she had proof he planned something.
He takes the report and puts it on his side of the table. His optics flick up to meet her gaze, a grin coming to his lip plating.
"Need something hunter?"
Hound lowers her head, silent as ever- some workers and guardians give worried looks as her head tilts, taking the exo in fully. Cayde knew she knew he was being coy, could feel it in the way one of her fingers twitched.
After a few minutes of intense staring her shoulders settle and her head goes back to its normal placement. And without a word she turns, cloak swaying behind her, and walks out of vanguard hall.
She's going on patrol?
Probably
He wondered if hound ever slept, and if he hadn't seen one of her eyes himself back on Europa he would have bet money on her being an exo.
He hears someone clear their throat, and he turns. Cerulean optics blinking as he sees ikora raise a brow and Zavala shake his head.
"What?" He shrugs, going back to looking at his map, trying his best not to chortle. It ends up being a lost cause when ikora calls him an idiot.
