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It met up with two other Vandals inside and began a small conversation, moving down the metal covered hallway to seek warmth inside. There was nothing to be sighted outside, as per usual, and it didn’t want to spend any more time outside than was necessary. Everything was well.

From within the metal rafters just above them, a figure shifted slightly.

Clad in black and blending in seamlessly with the shadows, the Hunter made sure that the three had gone before she silently moved further towards the entrance to get a better signal. It had been a fair bit since she’d sent her last transmission, since she’d wanted to be absolutely sure that she’d covered everything so she could give an accurate idea of what the inside of the base that the House of Kings used was like.

Her gaze pierced through a gap in the metal to look outside, making sure that there were no Fallen returning from patrols that could potentially ruin her cover. It would really annoy her if she was discovered so easily, after months of being hidden.

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There were scant few moments when the Vanguard was away from the table during working hours.  It was common joke among the Guardian circles Bylar-74 ran around in that they might as well be glued to that piece of furniture.  But in a rare and shocking sight, Bylar entered the Hall of Guardians to see the table only being manned by Warlock Vanguard Ikora Rey.

“WellHEY!  Ikora!  Wow, you never see the Hall like this.  Enjoying the alone time?”

The titan casually stepped down the steps towards the table.  Usually, like hundreds of Guardians before her, would simply jump and slide their way across the table as the preferred means of navigating the table.  Much to the chagrin of all the Vanguard, of course.  Especially Zavala, who received many an accidental kick to the face that way.  A couple of those kicks were from Bylar herself.

But it wasn’t really a day for that now.  She just got back from quite an exciting little research trip, one that was due a report.  Strangely, she wasn’t carrying the report.

While the Speaker and the Vanguard’s works frequently intersected with each other, the Speaker could give an honest say in that he doesn’t personally know this “newer” trio of Vanguard leaders -- Zavala somewhat but moreso through Saladin but Cayde-6 and Ikora Rey, he’d heard of through reputation before meeting them when they had gotten their new positions. They’re all capable, he reminds himself, but he can’t help but have an ostracized feeling with this particular set, finding himself drifting further and further away in terms of interaction with each new generation of Guardians.

It’s not awkward ( thank the Traveler ) when he and Ikora meet, however, something he’s grateful for as he wasn’t exactly well-versed in conversational or otherwise “social” skills. Nonetheless, he gives her an acknowledging and respectful half-bow,

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“You have layers, Ikora.”

“Every time I have one figured out to the best of my abilities, I find out it goes far deeper than I thought.”

“It makes me wonder who you really are, to be honest.”

“Someone says you are this the other person says you are that and neither of them are in the same timeline of things.”

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   Charlemagne felt his optics dim in their response to the Warlock’s comment. His hands seemed to absentmindedly wring themselves as he struggled briefly on he was meant to reply. It was certainly…heavy; enough that even a Warmind had to analyze what they should say without cutting deeper into the wound. Eventually, Charlemagne responded.

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   Each step Hatshepsut took towards the Hall of the Vanguards echoed and presented itself with force. Chin jutted, shoulders back, arms swinging in a controlled movement, the Warmind made herself feel powerful, look powerful, despite having no power at all in the Tower. First impressions were everything, though, and she would certainly make one.

   Once she reached the room were the Vanguards made themselves available, she found only one present. According to Charlemagne, the human one was considered a Warlock and was named Ikora Rey. He seemed fond of her, referring to her as a close friend, and it was only briefly when she arrived at the Tower the day before did they meet. Now Hatshepsut was looking for a proper introduction.