Oh come on, don't give me that look. [Joking around is a good thing, Connor! It prevents everyday reality from getting too heavy, and there are always those moments where you have to take whatever you can get to keep going.
But no more quips or comments come, and while that's disappointing Cayde takes it in stride. One is already more than he was ever expecting from Connor, he'll save pushing his luck for some other time.]
Maybe yes maybe no leaning more towards yes? It talks to one person at a time, so you'd have to ask our current guy. Like I said no one really knows. You'd think it was just a giant thing in the sky if- wait- [The words die off and his lights go dim for a moment as he looks over his shoulder as if almost surprised there's nothing or no one in the seat next to him. Through the noise of the train threatens to drown it out, if one listens hard enough they should be able to hear him whispering under his breath.]
no I don't- just get out here-
[And with a small burst of light there's now something hovering over his shoulder. Something small, mechanical, and radiating an air of confusion as the large blue, eye at its core peers first over to Cayde and then to Connor.]
Okay, yes I understand. More questions, yes. [Cayde holds up a hand, partially so that he can finish his thought without interruption partially to reach out and shoo his Ghost back as it starts to slowly drift curiously over towards Connor.]
Remember how a while ago I mentioned something about being rezzed? That's what I mean by conscripted. I was dead, and suddenly I wasn't. [He cocks his head towards the Ghost now hanging over his shoulder.] This little guy here, he's uh, as far as we know, part of the Traveler.
So [He adjusts himself on the seat, leaning forward and clapping his hands together.] The bullet point version is: I come from a bad place with some bad people, and I was dead and now I'm not thanks to a giant magical ball in the sky. That's the history you need to know to understand what I actually do. Because I'm totally not a mercenary, fyi.
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But no more quips or comments come, and while that's disappointing Cayde takes it in stride. One is already more than he was ever expecting from Connor, he'll save pushing his luck for some other time.]
Maybe yes maybe no leaning more towards yes? It talks to one person at a time, so you'd have to ask our current guy. Like I said no one really knows. You'd think it was just a giant thing in the sky if- wait- [The words die off and his lights go dim for a moment as he looks over his shoulder as if almost surprised there's nothing or no one in the seat next to him. Through the noise of the train threatens to drown it out, if one listens hard enough they should be able to hear him whispering under his breath.]
no I don't- just get out here-
[And with a small burst of light there's now something hovering over his shoulder. Something small, mechanical, and radiating an air of confusion as the large blue, eye at its core peers first over to Cayde and then to Connor.]
Okay, yes I understand. More questions, yes. [Cayde holds up a hand, partially so that he can finish his thought without interruption partially to reach out and shoo his Ghost back as it starts to slowly drift curiously over towards Connor.]
Remember how a while ago I mentioned something about being rezzed? That's what I mean by conscripted. I was dead, and suddenly I wasn't. [He cocks his head towards the Ghost now hanging over his shoulder.] This little guy here, he's uh, as far as we know, part of the Traveler.
So [He adjusts himself on the seat, leaning forward and clapping his hands together.] The bullet point version is: I come from a bad place with some bad people, and I was dead and now I'm not thanks to a giant magical ball in the sky. That's the history you need to know to understand what I actually do. Because I'm totally not a mercenary, fyi.