07-08-2018, 10:18 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Normally he would have ignored anyone who were to get in his way, but considering he didn't know where he was and this person wasn't trying to attack him, he decided it would probably be best to try and figure out where this place was. He wasn't sure what planet they had crashed on, and he wanted to find out quickly, as he would hopefully be at an advantage, though it depended on whether or not the other Freelancers knew already. He regards the smaller creature with a wary gaze, then turning to the other as they approach. Tanglewood. He had no idea what that meant, but it didn't really matter to him at this point.
What did was finding his former teammates and taking what he wanted. The souls wouldn't collect themselves.
He growls low in his throat, not realizing it could be taken as a hostile action. Then a small orange light starts to glow just beside his head, settled on his shoulder, the form of a monkey with wide eyes appearing. "Hello. I'm Sigma, and this is Agent Maine-" the AI is cut off by a sharp growl, the hellhound jerking his head towards him at the name. "I'm sorry. The Meta is what he calls himself. We seemed to have crash-landed here and were wondering if there was a place we could stay for a little while--and he says that yes, he can see perfectly fine,"
As Sigma speaks with them, Iota and Eta are speaking inside his brain, the fearful soul demanding him to get away and the happy counterpart chirping it's excitement. Behind his helmet he grimaced in discomfort, still not accustomed to having other voices in his brain. Soon, there would be more, if only he could find the others.
What did was finding his former teammates and taking what he wanted. The souls wouldn't collect themselves.
He growls low in his throat, not realizing it could be taken as a hostile action. Then a small orange light starts to glow just beside his head, settled on his shoulder, the form of a monkey with wide eyes appearing. "Hello. I'm Sigma, and this is Agent Maine-" the AI is cut off by a sharp growl, the hellhound jerking his head towards him at the name. "I'm sorry. The Meta is what he calls himself. We seemed to have crash-landed here and were wondering if there was a place we could stay for a little while--and he says that yes, he can see perfectly fine,"
As Sigma speaks with them, Iota and Eta are speaking inside his brain, the fearful soul demanding him to get away and the happy counterpart chirping it's excitement. Behind his helmet he grimaced in discomfort, still not accustomed to having other voices in his brain. Soon, there would be more, if only he could find the others.
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