The Ultimate Victory
The Lighthouse. A pinnacle of combat in the crucible all Guardians aspire too… some appreciate and are wary of Osiris machinating in the shadows behind this tournament… but all want what he rewards those who make it here with. It's Noble B 312's first time here… and he stared in amazement at the sun… reflexively shielding his eyes from the bright blazing light… he wasn't one of those Exos who could filter what they wanted to see with special optics… but then… He hadn't met one who was a Guardian yet either.
He turned around and his team mate trans-mated in next to him… the other, a warlock was missing… B 312 removed his Pandion helmet…
B 312: Harley, where'd he go?
The Hunter pulled off her Mask of the Third Man, revealing red hair tied up in twintails on the sides of her head… her eyes were painted around with smokey blue war paint or makeup… in the intense yellow light of the sun, her pale white complexion making it impossible to tell if she was human or awoken.
Harley: Eh, he said he collected it before we met him for that final game… was being pragmatic… you only had 6 Passage Coins on you after all, he bought the free win, we're lucky he didn't say toodles before we finished that round.
B 312: Thanonauts…
Harley: Oh relax Robo puddin' it's just your first time seeing this, of course you're antsy…. If you don't make it, just try again… until you do… anyway you're one sweet suppressor… *MUACK!*
Harley stepped back a little, rubbing her lips…
Harley: Your hot!
B 312: Huh?
Harley: Your metal face… is really really hot… I burned my lips giving you that… ow…
The Exo couldn't quite express apology given the limitations of his face, but he had enough eyelid and mouth dynamic movement to try.
B 312: I'm sorry. But I'm still on operational temperature… Mercury… the sun… being… well, a robot…
Harley: Don't worry about it! I just won't ultimate victory kiss you on Mercury next time! Let's go see what they got for us!
Harley sprinted with quite a skip in every step… she had been here before… B 312 took his time to take in the awe of the sights… the ship…. The vex architecture… the kiln with a ball of energy floating above it… he soon caught back up to Harley… who was cart-wheeling around the candles near the large treasure chest… and… leapt off the side of the ledge.
Her ghost brought her back behind him shortly after… she slided into him… sparks trailing due to the increased sprint speed and slide distance… He jumped to the side… as she broke into a dance…
B 312: I swear Eververse could be put out of business by you…
Harley: Eh, that's just for Kinderguardians who just woke up… and you graduate from being one in many ways… in your case, making it here… ready?
B 312: Yeah… lets… lets do this!
He could barely contain his excitement, no matter the prize… this was one he earned after outthinking and outfighting so many opponents in escalating skill, ability and equipment quality.
Harley: 3… 2… 1…!
There was a clicking whirl as the idol on top rotated and turned around… the lid was then pushed off… as they got what was addressed to them…
B 312: Oh wow… Doctrine of Passing! And… it's got counterbalance! It's black too! What did you get…
Harley: Eh… another Water Star… I like Eyasluna better… I'm gonna put it into this thing I've been holding onto…
B 312: Whoa… whats that gun? Looks… exotic…
Harley: Because it is, robo puddin'… I have no time to explain why I have No Time To Explain… see what I did there?
B 312: Please don't tell me that's actually the gun's name…
Harley: It is… got a long story behind it too… but I'm gonna infuse this first…
B 312: Tell me about it…
B 312's ghost materialized to speak… Harley sighed as her's did so as well…
Ghost: Urgent message from Zavala… playing…
Zavala: Guardians, a large fallen raid is attacking a residential district, respond immediately…
B 312: We should…
Harley: Yeah yeah, we're going… I wanted to have a good time to celebrate your making it here, but I suppose an alien shooting party will have to do, Ghostie! Tell Zavala we're Fireteam Pierrot, and we're heading over now.
Ghosts, having an eye and a shell, didn't seem like much for expressing emotion… but Harley's clearly rolled its eyes and jerked in the air… in imitation of a somebody giving a sarcastic snarky cough… albeit silently.
B 312: Pierrot?
Ghost: I'll show you the reference some other day, calling our ship in…
As Harley boarded her Glass Minuet, he also transmated into his Phaeton V3 and took the controls…
Ghost: Fire team Sad clown, to the rescue… yay.
The ghost hardly sounded enthusiastic at all.
B 312: Wow… really?
H Ghost: You should have heard Cayde and Zavala when she designated Fireteam The Bad Guys Don't Really Care What We Call Ourselves Do They?
B 312: *Sigh*… too bad, she's the more experienced one here, though I suspect she's mainly helping me because she wants that Infinite edge… a lot…
H Ghost: Well thanks for putting up with her then.