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“So you’ve never really been out here?”

They’re strolling through the city streets -- Miush has made it pretty clear that they don’t want the Vanguard seeing them and questioning them, which is absolutely fine by Scout, he’s not the biggest fan of interrogations by Zavala, or even worse, Ikora. She was terrifying when she wanted to be. A walk through the city is much nicer, and more interesting!

All you get in the tower is Guardians accidentally falling off the side and the constant looming threat of Tess Everis tempting you to spend every last rare coin in your pockets. In the city? There’s so many interesting sights and smells, especially for someone who hasn’t had the chance to venture here much, or at least doesn’t remember the times where they were free to do so.

“Well, it’s a pretty nice place. It’s real easy to avoid people you don’t wanna see, once you learn all the shortcuts ‘n’ alleyways. The people that use those won’t bother you, ‘cause if you’re there, then you must have good reason. So long as you got a hood to hide behind in emergencies.”

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Scout returns the hug, pulling them closer, only leaning back momentarily to press a gentle kiss to their cheek.

"D'you wanna talk about it? Or..." He's still a little uncertain on how to go about this -- Mint is normally the one to go about helping people feel better if they're in a shitty mood or have come back from a bad mission, Scout normally ends up making things worse. The Gunslinger can't help but think back to Echo...

But he knows how to be here, at least. And he knows how to listen, if that's what Miush needs.

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“Rhulk is an asshole, what else am I supposed to say?” Scout is half joking, but Cyclone urges him on, to which he rolls his optics. “Fine. Rhulk is...interesting. All the art in the Pyramid is real cool, though I dunno if he’d talk to me ‘bout it. Maybe I could paint with him one day, but I doubt it, hah. I’m fine if that never happens, though.”

On the other end of the spectrum of reaction, his tail starts to slowly swish back and forth as soon as he moves onto Miush, “They’re so damn cute. Every time I think ‘bout the next time I’m gonna go see ‘em I get all giddy. Can’t focus on whatever mission we’re doin’. But somethin’ specific?” Scout takes a few moments to think. “I like the spark of defiance they’re startin’ to kindle. Or maybe reignite.”

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A few hours have passed since anyone last heard from Scout, which isn’t too out of the ordinary for most, but the fact that no notice on where exactly he’s gone had been left is what worries Mint and Prose. Things wouldn’t feel as dire if Cyclone were to respond, but they aren’t.

Miush is at one of the pack’s dens, ironically awaiting Scout’s arrival when the other two Hunters set off to find him at the last place Cyclone had pinged, and they are invited to tag along.

Normally, spirits would be high, but there’s an edge of tension. Mint and Prose talk hushedly the whole time once they’re on the ground, and they directly avoid talking about what could have happened to the Gunslinger, as if speaking anything ill could will it into existence. The trio wanders through the woods, before eventually splitting off to search more ground when nothing of interest comes into view.

Miush is the first to find a trail, and they are the first to come across him.

He’s laying in a puddle of orange-red synthetic blood on his side, cradling something obscured by his cloak. There is another Hunter’s body nearby, covered in violent scratch and bite marks, and from how still they are in comparison to Scout’s shudders and heaves, it’s obvious that they’re dead. Scout himself barely reacts to Miush’s presence, only staring up at them with his one good optic (the newer pink one has once again been damaged beyond use) before attempting to push himself into a sitting position, perhaps to try and encourage them down into a hug.

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Zavala. The one they’d been told to avoid. They were forbidden to participate in Vanguard operations, lest others get suspicious. They nod, confirming what he’d asked.

“Tower’s a big place. You don’t look like you’re part of the Vanguard.” They raise a brow. “There Guardians who don’t op with the big guys?”

The Hunter watched carefully, noting the switch of attention onto himself. Okay, he could play along with that.

“Nope. Help out here ‘n’ there, but I spend time with my pack more often than not. All the rules ‘n’ shit that come with the Vanguard ain’t my kinda thing.” And Zavala. Of course, he didn’t mind the Titan, but since Cayde was gone, there wasn’t much reason for Scout to hang around.

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Anon asked: Scout!! Would you kiss Miush? :3 

No amount of alcohol could make me do it || Ew || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || I want to kiss them every day 

“Hell yeah!” His tail swishes back and forth happily, although Scout pauses to consider something. “If they were okay with that, anyway. I know they aren’t always the biggest fan of physical stuff, which is fine. But if they are? Yeah I’d totally kiss ‘em.”

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He looks surprised, but his tail swishes back and forth. “Yeah, that-- sounds great! I know a good spot in the ruined part of the city, or we could sit in my ship. ‘Less you have a better spot in mind, I dunno if this place even has a nighttime.”

Mostly because Scout does his very best to avoid being in Savathun’s Throne World as much as possible, outside of going into the Pyramid, which also doesn’t have that great a view of the sky for obvious reasons.

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Seeing a new face around wasn’t exactly uncommon, given the people and Guardians alike that came here from word of mouth, so Ivy wasn’t too surprised when an Exo who he had never seen before walked in. It was later into the day: that spot right between the rush of lunchtime and the people arriving from work to get a quick drink and maybe a bite to eat before going home, so there were only a few people mulling around.

Ivy certainly seemed friendly when Miush got to the front of the line. “Hey!” His optics shone brightly, “What can I get for you?”

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The Pet was curious. They wanted to know more people. They wanted to train with their Light. It was one of their allotted days out, and more than anything…they were very curious about food. Rhulk drank coffee sometimes. Perhaps they could try some. They were entitled to a cup- they had enough glimmer to do it.

They slipped into a random coffee shop, taking a cursory look around. Was this place friendly? There was an Exo behind the counter. That was good enough. They join the queue, trying to exude the vibe of a normal person here for coffee.

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“…bars. Alcohol?” Their biolights shift to a frown. They didn’t do alcohol in party situations, only in private. “Perhaps food would be better in this case.” They dig in their pockets for glimmer, then suddenly remember they have a mobile wallet now. They click quietly, and their Ghost comes out. They didn’t have anything to do with all the Glimmer dropped by the Guardians that actually tried to kill Rhulk, so might as well spend it here.

“I don’t often eat things I don’t cook. What…food, do you have out here?”

So no alcohol, at least out at bars. Scout notes that to remember for the future.

There's a moment of silence, and his voicebox makes an artificial click as if Scout is clicking his tongue. "Uh...guess there's a lil bit of everythin', honestly. Restaurants, 'course, but there's also a lotta stalls around the city that sell food," the only bad thing was his frame, alongside most others, had not been built with any receptors for scent, so he couldn't fully indulge to the full extent, "Honestly if you can think of it, someone, somewhere is probably makin' it to sell."

"I'm real partial to anythin'. Though I do love spicy stuff." Anything with intense flavour -- hell, the tang tingles through his mouth just at the thought of it.

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“No.” They sigh softly. “I just…hang around the pyramid, mostly.”

Rhulk had recently encouraged them to get friendlier with other Lightbearers, due to his…new condition. So, they decided now would be the best time to take Scout up on his offer of a hang out. They turned away from Scout to take a look around, the sound bars on their mask dying out. What a curious place.

They turned to look at him as he spoke again. Easy to avoid people? That sounded nice. Their tail curled itself around their leg, in an effort to take up as little space as possible. With the mention of a hood, their finials shift. Yep, hood still there.

“Huh. Sounds nice.” They tug their cloak a bit closer around their shoulders. “So…where were you planning on going? Or are we just wandering?”

Scout huffs. Rhulk is an asshole, but what else is there to expect? At least Miush is getting out and about more now -- better late than never -- there are plenty Lightbearers out there who have never set foot in the city before, so it’s not like they’ll stand out too much.

“Yeah, ‘s pretty good. Takes a lil bit of wanderin’ to figure out your favourite routes, but I got a lotta dens set up for my pack ‘n’ you’re welcome to use ‘em to hide out if you come across ‘em.” Showing Miush some of the dens would be a good idea, but he’ll leave that for later, or another day. Scout doesn’t want the wrong types of people following out of risk of chancing Miush deciding they don’t want to come back out here.

...Where is he planning on going? “Uh--” His optics flicker through a couple different shades as he thinks, “Mostly just wandering. I heard you wanted to come out ‘n’ didn’t really think any more ‘bout it, wanted to answer quick before Rhulk could change his damn mind.”

Scout’s antennae tilt upwards ever so slightly beneath his hood. “Is there somethin’ you had in mind? Food, cool guns, bars...” His priorities are clearly straight.

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That's okay. Scout gets not wanting to talk.

"Well...had an argument with Echo, one of the New Lights. Dunno if you've met her. She's got a good heart, but she thinks everythin' has a good option that'll make everyone happy," his antennae dip, "I think I was a bit too hard in sayin' that's not the case."

The Hunter gives a little shrug. "'Side from that... well, Traveller's further up in the sky now. Darkness is encroachin'. Regular stuff."

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Scout returns the hug, pulling them closer, only leaning back momentarily to press a gentle kiss to their cheek.

"D'you wanna talk about it? Or..." He's still a little uncertain on how to go about this -- Mint is normally the one to go about helping people feel better if they're in a shitty mood or have come back from a bad mission, Scout normally ends up making things worse. The Gunslinger can't help but think back to Echo...

But he knows how to be here, at least. And he knows how to listen, if that's what Miush needs.

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rhulks-legs​:

Us Hunters? Looks like they had a thing or two to learn about blending in as one.

“New Light.” They shrug. “And, ah…kinda lied about the legs. Can’t remember who made em, just woke up with em.” Partially true.

“So, uh…I’m…Miush. Who’re you?” Their optics briefly dipped to consider his tail. Hm.

Scout raised a brow. “Huh. If your a New Light, best not to go shootin’ your shot actin’ like your better than you are. Not sayin’ you’re bad or anything, just that most people might be a bit suspicious if you lie to ‘em.” He sure was. Perhaps suspicion wasn’t the right word for him though, maybe more curious overall.

“Scout. Though you probably won’t see me around here much, I don’t tend to spend a lotta time in the Tower.” Aside from speaking to Banshee, but that was besides the point. “So, you had the whole ‘tour of the Tower, go off on a strike’ thing yet from Zavala?”

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As the Hunter called out to them, their head whipped around to look at him, optic lights narrowing like cat’s pupils. This one wasn’t part of the Vanguard, was he?

“…made them myself, champion.” The soundbars on their mask moved as they spoke. Fancy.

“’s no good, spookin’ people like that without a proper g'day or hello.” Their arms cross, and they lean a bit more on the railing, now facing Scout.

“Hah, maybe, but that’s not how us Hunters roll.” Scout watched the soundbars with curiosity. Huh. Cool.

“‘S a pretty complex thing to mod yourself with, huh? Must’ve taken a while.” There was a slight inclination of doubt in the Hunter’s voice, but who was he to question the stranger? He’d made modifications to himself, even if they weren’t as complicated, so it wasn’t impossible.

The Exo’s optics wandered over them again, curious about the other mods they had too, his own tail swishing a little when he caught sight of Miush-Miush’s beneath their cloak. “What’re you doin’ here? Don’t think I’ve ever seen you around, think I’d remember if I had.”

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Upon first catching sight of Miush-Miush, Scout had tensed, optics scanning over them hurriedly. Though it was quickly apparent they weren't who he thought they were, the reminder still put him on edge, just a little.

But how could he not go and see them? Another Exo with strange-looking mods? He had to!

"Hey," the Hunter called out, curiosity pricking at the edges of his mind, replacing the fear he'd felt previously, "Those are some uh...odd lookin' legs. Where'd you get 'em?" Definitely didn't come out of the factory like that. Clovis Bray was a boring bitch.

Miush-Miush had been sent to inva- sorry, ‘check up on’ the Tower. They idly wandered around, trying not to stick out. Their unnatural height did not help with this. Neither did the custom Lubraen-reminiscent legs. They almost wished they hadn’t mentioned them, they had been hard to get used to, and were hell to blend in with. Rhulk might have made them himself, though…no, yeah, this was better.

They lean against some railing, tail swishing over the side. Honestly, the view up here was great…one could almost relax, and forget how much they stuck out.