Hare
Gunslinging was second nature to some. For most agents of the Hidden, it was not. Rather than spend their time whipping weapons out of their holsters and bolstering them to their colleagues, they were shadows and lovers of literature and adventure. So when Kit arrived awkwardly spinning a large rifle in his hands, the newer guardians spent some of their solitary life watching him act a fool. Giggling as the gun made a solid smack sound in his palm, Kit finally stopped his play and got to the ammo.
“The Jade Rabbit?” Gerek asked.
The New Light looked the weapon up and down. Some guns in Kit’s arsenal were impressive. The youths knew weapon histories from the records they consumed day by day, but some of the devices Kit revealed, they never heard of, and worse, would’ve deconstructed for parts in an instant. The one in his hands now was slightly more impressive only because the color was a rare type of paint found in rare deposits on the moon.
“You had to be there,” Kit sang. It was his go-to phrase to explain relics like this that no New Light could attain anymore. The “kids” were impressed, whether genuinely or for the sake of Kit’s ego.
The warlock’s sensitivity was one known among all due to Ikora’s discretion. When she announced Kit’s arrival to the Hidden, New Lights and Vets alike shared concerns. He acted aloof with the group, making it hard to believe he could ever be a serious Guardian. It just didn’t fit his image.How could a flashy warlock like him survive a silent life in the shadows? Yet, when they questioned him the most, he proved them wrong. Yes, the bombastic, bright, and bumbling playboy managed to leave his mission partners stunned without fail, somehow telling the tale of a serious Young Wolf Kit.
This was the first time he guided more than two Hidden agents in a mission screeched to a halt in an asteroid field, carefully dodging debris. It was here that they swiftly debunked the claims that Kit was a legendary Guardian from the fall of Oryx. It just couldn’t be true.
“That’s right,” Kit slapped the gun against his palm again. “This Jade Rabbit is a special order. I’m not a pro, but Banshee needs some scouting specs I offered to get for him.”
He turned to the group, carefully clutching the gun to his chest, and waved them all closer. The group leaned in to hear whatever hushed order Kit prepared for them. Though doubtful of his prowess, they trusted Ikora when she ordered them to follow his lead and took his words seriously, coming closer and closer.
“You could say we’re in a hare-y situation,” said Kit. The party looked at him with dead faces.
Gerek cracked first. “HAHAHAHAHA!” He clutched his gut and the others laughed too.
Kit’s stock, stiff face broke as he laughed at his joke. “Get it?” Finger pointed at the rabbit icon on the gun, and his laugh boomed.
“Yes!” Everyone yelled.
At Kit’s side, Lois waved her hand weakly. “It’s a shitty joke, but for some reason when you say it, it’s just so fuckin funny.”
Chuckling, Kit praised their taste in his bad jokes. He was nothing if not a smile-maker. Entertaining was in his blood, so he did it gladly. “We can be serious all we want, but at the end of the day, we need to be able to go home and laugh like this. Got it? Never stop making shitty jokes. For instance, if you get shot, you just gained another hole, not like you don’t have a few already.”
In an uproar, the group threatened to kick him from the shipside. But as much as they chastised his humor, they never stopped giggling.