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[ sitting perched on the shoulder of the Lancelot Albion, which he... just so happened to find. for no real reason in particular.
uncharacteristically, though, he's not looking all that... happy. probably because neither of the Devicers he knows are capable of piloting the thing right this second (and... there's no way to gather data, anyway).
it could also be because he can't find either of them at the moment. ]
uncharacteristically, though, he's not looking all that... happy. probably because neither of the Devicers he knows are capable of piloting the thing right this second (and... there's no way to gather data, anyway).
it could also be because he can't find either of them at the moment. ]