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Ikora Rey and Eris Morn stood together at the table in Ikora’s office, pouring over a map of Savathun’s spire, the locations of various secrets marked upon it. Eris was adding the details of the unlock mechanism for another location that had been found in the most recent passthrough.
Immaru floated in from an adjoining room, angrily hovering over the map, his spiked shell shivering in rage.
“Figures you’d be here. Something I said must’ve touched a nerve. I had a little visit last night from your psychopath boyfriend.”
Ikora looked at Eris in confusion. Eris shrugged and shook her head.
“Eris doesn’t have a… boyfriend.”
“Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way that guy looks at her?”
“What guy?” Ikora asked.
Eris looked up impassively from her adjustments. “I have no idea who you are speaking of.”
“Sketchy. Wears a lot of green. Has a fucked up sewed together abomination of a ghost that can’t speak?” Immaru visibly shuddered.
“Hmmm…” Eris returned to the detail she was providing on the map. “...and what did the Drifter say to you that has you so terrified?”
“That’s the thing. He didn’t say anything. Just stood there staring at me with those cold dead eyes. Then he bounced a coin off of me a few times while that darkness mutated freak he calls a ghost scanned me. Like he was figuring out which bits of me he could cut off without being noticed. Didn’t matter what I said to him. He just stared at me. Then he walked away.”
“It does not sound like anything of note happened at all.” Eris said dispassionately.
“I’m curious as to how he got in there.” Ikora muttered.
“The Drifter has his… methods.”
“That wasn't nothing that happened.” Immaru floated closer to Eris, his shell twisting sideways. “I’ve given enough threats to know when I’m receiving one. You keep that psycho away from me. You need me. Someone like that doesn’t follow the rules. Someone like that’ll cut you up for no reason, just because, just like he did his own ghost. He’s unhinged.”
Ikora sighed, “I will increase security.”
“I do not control the Drifter,” Eris stood as she finished her sketch detailing the order in which the runes needed to be activated to open that particular door. “...and, with all due respect to Ikora’s security methods, if there is somewhere he wishes to be, there isn’t much anyone can do to keep him out.” She twitched her fingers and her soulfire wreathed Ahamkara bone flew from where it had been sitting on Ikora’s desk to her hand. “If you do not want him to visit you, I recommend you avoid taking actions which might attract his notice.”
“Yeah it’s totally just coincidence he showed up after I started talking shit about your dead ghost. Not related at all.”
Ikora raised her eyebrows.
“Hmmm…” Eris turned to leave.
“The fuck are you smiling about.” Immaru snarled.
“Hmmm…” She walked out the door, cradling her glowing orb.