[That gets a snort of amusement, but Cayde isn’t going to be one to disappoint. Sliding off of his seat, he strolls closer, reaching out a hand to tap Hank’s chest with two fingers.]
I better not hear any whining then, you asked for this.
[Pulling back, he holds out his palm and with a small flash of light his Ghost transmats in. Her fins spin in confusion as she looks between both men, but Cayde just clicks his tongue (or the best mimicry he can accomplish) and nudges her out towards Hank.]
C’mon little buddy, what do you think? Help me out here.
[That seems to be the magic phrase, because with another spin of her fins, Sundance zips into the air to circle around Hank as she gathers information from a few body scans. When she’s seemingly collected enough, she stops and just hovers for a moment before suddenly separating into small, geometric pieces contained by a pulsing orb of light.
Cayde grins, triumphant.
Whether he wanted to or not, Hank’s now getting pulled into his world, and civilian duds weren’t going to cut it for that. There’s a brief flare of Light, the only warning before leathers and armor materialize right over Hank’s actual clothes. It’s fine, it’s totally fine. At the very least Sundance has the courtesy to make sure everything is fairly neutral and not painted eye-blindingly bright; small favors. Cayde, however, is laughing now as he reaches out a hand to clap his newly minted traveling partner on the shoulder. His Ghost? Just gives another pulse of Light, adding the finishing touches on her masterpiece: a fairly intimidating handcanon at Hank’s belt and, after a second of contemplation, a notably short cloak.]
Perfect! [Cayde crows, smug amusement all but radiating off of him.] I woulda pegged you for a Warlock, but I guess you get to be one of the cool kids after all. Sundance!
[He gives the tiny floating robot a thumbs up.]
Prepare for transmat, Nessus I’m thinkin’.
[And without further explanation the world goes dark for a split second. Moments later the world burst back into view, but this time they’re no longer in the relatively secluded safety of the Tower bar. No, now there’s pale grass and strangely crimson trees as far as the eye can see, interspersed with oddly-shaped ruins and the occasional river of sparking milk-like fluid that doesn’t quite seem to follow the laws of known physics.
Cayde doesn’t bat an eye, and instead thumps Hank on the back a few times like an overexcited child.]
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I better not hear any whining then, you asked for this.
[Pulling back, he holds out his palm and with a small flash of light his Ghost transmats in. Her fins spin in confusion as she looks between both men, but Cayde just clicks his tongue (or the best mimicry he can accomplish) and nudges her out towards Hank.]
C’mon little buddy, what do you think? Help me out here.
[That seems to be the magic phrase, because with another spin of her fins, Sundance zips into the air to circle around Hank as she gathers information from a few body scans. When she’s seemingly collected enough, she stops and just hovers for a moment before suddenly separating into small, geometric pieces contained by a pulsing orb of light.
Cayde grins, triumphant.
Whether he wanted to or not, Hank’s now getting pulled into his world, and civilian duds weren’t going to cut it for that. There’s a brief flare of Light, the only warning before leathers and armor materialize right over Hank’s actual clothes. It’s fine, it’s totally fine. At the very least Sundance has the courtesy to make sure everything is fairly neutral and not painted eye-blindingly bright; small favors. Cayde, however, is laughing now as he reaches out a hand to clap his newly minted traveling partner on the shoulder. His Ghost? Just gives another pulse of Light, adding the finishing touches on her masterpiece: a fairly intimidating handcanon at Hank’s belt and, after a second of contemplation, a notably short cloak.]
Perfect! [Cayde crows, smug amusement all but radiating off of him.] I woulda pegged you for a Warlock, but I guess you get to be one of the cool kids after all. Sundance!
[He gives the tiny floating robot a thumbs up.]
Prepare for transmat, Nessus I’m thinkin’.
[And without further explanation the world goes dark for a split second. Moments later the world burst back into view, but this time they’re no longer in the relatively secluded safety of the Tower bar. No, now there’s pale grass and strangely crimson trees as far as the eye can see, interspersed with oddly-shaped ruins and the occasional river of sparking milk-like fluid that doesn’t quite seem to follow the laws of known physics.
Cayde doesn’t bat an eye, and instead thumps Hank on the back a few times like an overexcited child.]
You said show, well it’s time to show!