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☼ - The Speaker definitely notices Shiro looking him over, and gives an amused snort. “You didn’t think I’d wear my robes out there, did you?” he teases lightly. “I don’t wear these all the time. I swear some people think I wear them when I’m in the shower. Then again, some people don’t even think I have a face.” His tone is humorous, but there’s a hint of something else beneath it. Sadness or bitterness. He’s oh so tired of hiding who he is.
Maria flits over to Shiro, looking him over and giving a hum. The Speaker gives an exasperated sigh. She gives a laugh when Shiro says he’ll hang him by the back of his robes. [”I suppose that works. And also, it’s be hilarious.”]
“Maria.”
[”Alright, alright. Sheesh.”] She floats back over to the Speaker, hovering over his shoulder. He sighs and pokes at her nodes, to which she gives a huff. [”Just looking out for you. You haven’t been out in the field since before Zufash was born.”]
“I’ll be fine,” he replies in annoyance, shaking his head. He gives Maria a nod, and there’s a flash of light, and suddenly the Speaker is standing in front of Shiro in field gear, wearing long robes of black and white. He has a helmet on, still not wanting to reveal what he looks like.
“I haven’t worn this in a while,” he says, stretching. He hears his joints crack as he stretches his arms out over his head. A sword is on his back and an ornate handcannon at his side. “I’m ready when you are.”
dropping a hand onto his hip, the hunter tips his head at the teasing, the plates of his face smoothing into something pleasant. “hey, i make no judgments about you warlocks and what you wear out and about, you hear? half you lot wander ‘round in shiny robes and got shocked when you’re spotted by fallen. we have a saying about you lot in hunter circles,” they had more than just one saying about warlocks, but shiro doesn’t get on that. “’fashion over function.’”
“don’t worry, i’ll keep our speaker safe.” shiro picks his hand up to make a lazy salute, even winks cheekily. “hunter’s honor, maria.”
the change of clothes is noted, and shiro gives him a once over, then nods in mild approval. white and black. long. not practical by a hunter’s usual standards, but shiro was no usual hunter. after all, he wore a cloak made of fallen banners, a cloak that was bright yellow.
the sound of crackling joints makes him snort, but his expression doesn’t change. he nods as the speaker declares himself ready, and bounces just once on his heels. turning on his feet, the hunter begins to lead the way out of the speaker’s observatory, directing him towards the doors in the back of his area, the ones that lead through the marketplace to the north part of the tower.
“we’re going to have to go through the market and down through the wall. got more than a few ways out, share them with a few other hunters... cayde is fond of this one. once outside, we’ll see about getting a two-seater ship. unless you wanna hike up the mountain?”
