Post by kain17335 on Apr 22, 2014 13:04:52 GMT -6
"Ahh yes." the major smiled, staring forward as if he could somehow see the bottom. "You should have seen those boys when they were in the old Mk.I suits. No heat control so they had to come up every 20 minutes otherwise they'd melt! Sure, old Gragus was a brilliant engineer, his son too. Didn't have much of a mind for the users of his equipment. It took his son Dymlin to work out the proper way of building 'em."
The major turned his head, only now noticing a boy sitting in the seat behind.
"You think your fucking special, eh?" he said, looking up and down at him in a rather judgmental manner. "Ahh fuck it I can't be bothered to stop."
Above the car the men huddled together. Their hands quivering as if they had seen a ghost. Without a fire it was obvious that a few of them would die, unless something miraculous were to happen.
Dymlin sat up, placing the rifle upright by his side. Taking the papers by his side, Hermine's sudden change in demeanor showed that she had seen an error in her actions. A fight against slavery was thought of as a noble task in other cities. But in High Lagoon there was little to be said for anyone that would actually believe the same way. Even most slaves didn't think the same way, out of cowardice or purely for not wanting to change their lives.
He scrolled over the notes, down below there were armours similar to what she wanted to make. But nothing like it in High Lagoon. Due to its military applications there really was only one person who he could think of.
"Seems like you're onto something here." he said, trying not to sound angered. "I'll have a word with the person who will fund you once I'm finished here."
"Well, miss." the small boy looked down for a moment, a little embarrassed that Alicia would want him to go so soon. "I'm supposed to take you all the way there, in case you get lost, miss."
The man looked up, ignoring the boy next to Alicia.
"That I am ma'am. Straight to the Parcaline tower." He said in a young and polite tone. "Right this way." he stated, twisting on his heel and walking to the airship behind him.
The major turned his head, only now noticing a boy sitting in the seat behind.
"You think your fucking special, eh?" he said, looking up and down at him in a rather judgmental manner. "Ahh fuck it I can't be bothered to stop."
Above the car the men huddled together. Their hands quivering as if they had seen a ghost. Without a fire it was obvious that a few of them would die, unless something miraculous were to happen.
Dymlin sat up, placing the rifle upright by his side. Taking the papers by his side, Hermine's sudden change in demeanor showed that she had seen an error in her actions. A fight against slavery was thought of as a noble task in other cities. But in High Lagoon there was little to be said for anyone that would actually believe the same way. Even most slaves didn't think the same way, out of cowardice or purely for not wanting to change their lives.
He scrolled over the notes, down below there were armours similar to what she wanted to make. But nothing like it in High Lagoon. Due to its military applications there really was only one person who he could think of.
"Seems like you're onto something here." he said, trying not to sound angered. "I'll have a word with the person who will fund you once I'm finished here."
"Well, miss." the small boy looked down for a moment, a little embarrassed that Alicia would want him to go so soon. "I'm supposed to take you all the way there, in case you get lost, miss."
The man looked up, ignoring the boy next to Alicia.
"That I am ma'am. Straight to the Parcaline tower." He said in a young and polite tone. "Right this way." he stated, twisting on his heel and walking to the airship behind him.