[Somewhere, in some strange alternate universe, Connor is definitely a warlock. No one can convince Cayde otherwise.]
Alright, alright, but might as well get comfortable, it's a long and particularly wild ride.
[He slides into an empty seat, draping is leg over the armrest with the casual nonchalance of a man that has little to no concern over the amount of space that he’s taking up. As he absentmindedly drums his fingers against the worn plastic he glances back out the window. Still nothing, it’s all just dark.][He motions vaguely at Connor.] So. Quick and dirty history lesson first. You said you came from Earth? Great, awesome, I do too. But instead of all the robotic supression that you’ve talked about, my Earth is kind of a not-so-nice neighborhood. There’s a lot of baddies, lots of guys that want to kill a lot of people. We’re talking like full-scale war.
[History With Cayde-6: a truly informative experience.]
It didn’t used to be like that. A long, long time ago things were pretty good. Humans were in a Golden Age, led by a big giant floaty ball in the sky called the Traveler. And apparently this was awesome, I can’t say for sure I don’t really remember. But then some things happened, and a big ol’ bad force they called ‘The Darkness’ (yes I know that’s really kind of dumb that’s not the point) came chasing the Traveler. And with that, bam!
[He suddenly smacks his fist against the back of the empty seat next to him.] That brought a lot of bad guys and everything was real, real bad. Like, we’re talking the almost genocide of the entirety of humanity. And the colonies out on other planets? Forget about ‘em. No one survived.
[Surprisingly, Cayde’s tone takes a turn for the more serious. While it’s easy to joke about everyday going-ons, the weight of the end of the Golden Age is something that shouldn’t be taken lightly. It shows in the way he readjusts himself until he’s sitting properly, arms resting on his knees.] That was the beginning of the Dark Age. The Traveler sacrificed itself, managed to save a small fraction of humanity, and then did some weird space magic and created us. Guardians.
[He glances over to Connor.] You still following all this?
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Alright, alright, but might as well get comfortable, it's a long and particularly wild ride.
[He slides into an empty seat, draping is leg over the armrest with the casual nonchalance of a man that has little to no concern over the amount of space that he’s taking up. As he absentmindedly drums his fingers against the worn plastic he glances back out the window. Still nothing, it’s all just dark.][He motions vaguely at Connor.] So. Quick and dirty history lesson first. You said you came from Earth? Great, awesome, I do too. But instead of all the robotic supression that you’ve talked about, my Earth is kind of a not-so-nice neighborhood. There’s a lot of baddies, lots of guys that want to kill a lot of people. We’re talking like full-scale war.
[History With Cayde-6: a truly informative experience.]
It didn’t used to be like that. A long, long time ago things were pretty good. Humans were in a Golden Age, led by a big giant floaty ball in the sky called the Traveler. And apparently this was awesome, I can’t say for sure I don’t really remember. But then some things happened, and a big ol’ bad force they called ‘The Darkness’ (yes I know that’s really kind of dumb that’s not the point) came chasing the Traveler. And with that, bam!
[He suddenly smacks his fist against the back of the empty seat next to him.] That brought a lot of bad guys and everything was real, real bad. Like, we’re talking the almost genocide of the entirety of humanity. And the colonies out on other planets? Forget about ‘em. No one survived.
[Surprisingly, Cayde’s tone takes a turn for the more serious. While it’s easy to joke about everyday going-ons, the weight of the end of the Golden Age is something that shouldn’t be taken lightly. It shows in the way he readjusts himself until he’s sitting properly, arms resting on his knees.] That was the beginning of the Dark Age. The Traveler sacrificed itself, managed to save a small fraction of humanity, and then did some weird space magic and created us. Guardians.
[He glances over to Connor.] You still following all this?