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@exoamalgam plotted a thing!

The one time he wins an argument with the damned SIVA brat he gets cut off and shunned. There was no time to celebrate, no real victory to relish, in that he had gone quite a long time since his last feed. Cayde was still fairly uncomfortable with what he had agreed to and what he was steadily becoming.

After the last incident - blood dripping from his mouth, soaking his scarf, his gear - he had held back considerably. In his attempt at shaking the dangerous habit that was borderline addiction, something had snapped inside of him and now he was afraid there would be no escaping the nightmare he had plunged himself into.

By week five Cayde found himself watching those gifted with Light a lot more carefully. It was then, after he had snapped at Ikora Rey, that he realized he needed to contact Mor. Requesting leave was easy as it was clear to see the Exo wasn’t functioning like his usual self.

So, after repeated messages gone unanswered, he departed for the wilds to follow a trail his gut told him would lead to the brooding little beast. What he finds is a cave tucked deep within the Plaguelands that radiates power. Nodes and thick ropes of red cables served as a warning not to step inside, and yet, Cayde crosses the threshold.

     " Mor? You in here? I need to... I want to... "

reaction memes hell yeah -- not accepting

Pale eyes narrow at the Exo ahead of him, Laurens taking a step back as the shape takes a step towards him. The Hunter hadn’t noticed the build up of blood on his person - the bodies of Fallen surround the pair as the nomad’s heart pounds against his ribcage, his chest heaving in an attempt to regain the lost breath during the struggle. 

Laurens doesn’t even know their name - let alone who they are - as they advance on him, his body tensing instinctively and his sword hand trembling through the grip he was developing on it.

A metallic hand brushing a digit against his cheekbone, fingers pressing against his jaw in the process, sends something akin to a static shock through Laurens’ body. A clatter sounds on the ground beside him as a robotic hand grips the Exo’s wrist in an iron grip, halting the progress from the Exo’s own hand against his pale skin. Stark white eyes narrow at the figure before him, the Hunter’s sharpened teeth gritting against the feeling of another touching him.

@exoamalgam 

     Pawed boots crunch fresh snow beneath them as they carry the Voidwalker through a maze of rusting metal and rotting wood. Eliksni symbols still clung to the walls, fading away with time and neglect. The scavengers haven’t populated the area in quite a while it seems contrary to the intel he had been given. Whatever Guardian was working with them must have left with his so called adopted House.

     Huffing quietly, Anubis-4 pressed on and ducked beneath a low hanging garage door. Sensitive antennae picked up the sound of someone, or something, in distress and he tilted his head towards where he believed it was coming from. He did not doubt the Eliksni had left behind traps and, sure enough, he came upon a rather amusing sight.

     Lowering his twin Khopesh blades, the exo couldn’t help but stare for a moment as the faintest tug curled the corner of his lips. He knew that frame, recognized it from an ill encounter what felt like many months ago. What was their name again? Hmm, guess it didn’t really matter. He would let them squirm a bit more before offering to help if they could not free themselves.

drink with the robo – accepting

“I dunno what I’m drinking - to be quite honest with you.” The Scout’s voice is low as he looks up to the Warlock stood above him. His position crouched against the farthest walls of the Iron Temple - so what if he’d stolen it from a certain Iron Lord’s secret collection? It wasn’t as if they were going to miss it or anything. At least that was what Shiro hoped. “I do know it used to belong to a certain big guy’s stash. You sure you wanna get involved in that? Could get ya’ into some real shit.”

kisses pls – accepting (this boi always needs kisses)

If he’d known this place would be so heavily populated, Laurens wouldn’t have come here. Walking face first into an Exo would be the first reason he’d later regret the decision to turn up here - the second? It wouldn’t even be the fact that the pair of them end up tangled in the dust with Laurens on top of the complete stranger - flailing to get off of the hard body beneath him.That would be the shade of blue that his skin turns the second he makes eye contact with said Exo. The pair finally manage to separate themselves and Laurens is half way through a rushed apology before Ice decides to speak up.

[[You’re a mess.]]