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[luxdelumin]

“banshee, i love you. i respect you. but if i ever see anything resembling thorn in the tower, i will not hesitate to yeet it and every single one of your mods off this tower.”

[blitzherzen]

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He canted his head to the side slightly after Banshee’s reply, glancing over the gleaming scrapes one last time before returning his attention back to the gunsmith himself.

“Dunno. Guess I just never noticed it until now, so I thought it might be recent.” He shrugged a bit and leaned on the counter with one elbow, his other arm moving to hand his thumb off the tied cloth that concealed the separation between his chest and leg armour.

“Besides, I... Heard of a couple scraps and skirmishes banging around the Tower recently for Light knows what reasons. Who knows, because nobody’s naming names. I just kinda hoped that you weren’t one of them..?”

Yeah, that’s good enough.

[notpetals]

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   Three days pass without the shadow’s cold presence in the Tower. Dredgen is not sure what to expect when he returns, considering he’d murdered a Guardian in cold blood before he left. Apparently Banshee had not told on him because his ship was still allowed entry upon arrival- or they had a trap planned. Either way, he is going to get his damn gun back from the Exo. 

   There are a few more Guardians around this time on account of Yor’s impatience but he ignores them entirely. A swift stride drives him to the Gunsmith’s station, to stop before it, and to eye Banshee with a scrutinizing gaze. “Done with my gun?”

[eliksniguardian]

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Trips to the Tower were hardly a favorite pastime for Vipeks- Quite the opposite, actually. The less time they had to spend there, the better. No time at the Tower meant less weird looks, less suspicious murmurs as they passed by, less...Guardians being Guardians. Just being there was exhausting. Vipeks would rather stay home and patrol there, where they at least fit in somewhat better.

Unfortunately for them, the occasional visit is necessary. Today was one such occasion. Their rifle had been damaged after a particularly nasty tussle with some Red Legion troops, and they didn’t want to go without their primary weapon for too long. Not when there was so much to worry about.

So here they are, the Tower courtyard. They turn their gaze towards the ground as they quickly cross the courtyard towards the gunsmith’s stall, and it isn’t until they reach the counter that Vipeks looks up to allow any eye contact to be made. “Hey, uh.” They pause, clearing their throat. Their pronunciation of English was butchered at best, but comprehensible at least. “I have a rifle in need of repair...I was told you were who I should be seeing about that?”

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banshee!!!!!!!

[luxdelumin]

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“i… don’t know. i don’t know.” banshee mutters, nearly growling, a gruff yet whisper-like sound from his mouth. this sort of answer may have been expected by anyone that knew banshee, but credit where it’s due, he’s still thinking. call it filler for someone awaiting a more thought-out response from him.

he sits there a moment longer, his head in his hand, eye turned aside to the floor. only one is lit up, dull, while the other’s cracked and dark. he’d have a better explanation faster, if his head weren’t killing him…

finally, he shakes his head, a quiet rasp builds up into his voice before a word comes out. “…some jerk in blue. could’ve been a titan… came by for a rifle, but he didn’t want to pay. took it anyway, knocked me in the eye with the butt of it and ran.” a special sort of contempt creeps into his tone, “he’s lucky he knocked my lights out, or i’d’ve been over the counter at him in a second.”

the answer he gives isn’t exactly what she wants to hear, and, what’s worse, ikora doesn’t know if it’s the truth. on the one hand, a surprise attack isn’t exactly unheard of, especially when you’re in a position with plenty of powerful weapons in your disposal. but on the other, banshee is a stuborn motherfucker; she wouldn’t put it past him to hide his attacker from her. from all of them.

“it’s all right.” her voice softens, and ikora kneels before the other. one hand extends, though there’s a moment of hesitance. a quick glance up, asking for permission. once she receives it, the warlocks softens. her fingers brush against his cheek, thumb resting beneath the shattered optic. “let me take a look at that. we’ll get you fixed up, and then i can ask around.”

a pang of sympathy strikes her heart. rage flares soon after. for as soft as her voice is, her touch, her face hardens. “i’ll find them, banshee. but for now, let’s get you taken care of. then i’ll worry about the rest.”

[notpetals]

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the gunsmith grunts. “’course you won’t.”

though fear’s long struck and left him frozen there, banshee’s bark is still stronger. his natural scowl appears to deepen ever so slightly as he tilts his head downwards, maintaining eye contact with the dredgen. “what will you do, then.”

   His arrival had come within the dark of night, long after the Vanguards had retired, even Rahool was absent from his post. The gunsmith though, he never seemed to go anywhere. After setting a weapon rotten from disuse upon the table and replying to the look received, Yor holds little patience towards the Exo. 

   “I will tell you to fix this gun, else your Light is mine and the rest of you sold to the highest bidder.”

[luxdelumin]

“how are you feeling?” her voice is soft as the warlock leans across the counter of the stall. her gaze does not once shift to the weapons, to the mods displayed behind him. they are focused solely on him. “after everything, i mean. are you feeling all right?”

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