And now for something completely different~
Who: The Iron Giant (duh), otherwise, open!
What: A frigging giant robot, and the excitement said specimen causes.
When: Late afternoon, roughly 2-5 PM or within that range~
Where: -still needs to learn island's layout- Let's say... some random forest?
Warnings: None~
The Giant habitually rubbed the side of his head, forgetting the dent was no longer there. Saying he was a little confused would be an understatement; actually, saying that he had any idea of what was going on would be a downright lie. This wasn't Rockwell, he was sure of that, but he hadn't come across any Little Friends so far that might help him figure out where it was. This, in itself, was an oddity- it had seemed like Little Friends liked warm places with lots of those fluffy trees... maybe he was misjudging the temperature of the place? Anything below 3000 degrees didn't concern him, and he was fairly certain it was a lot cooler than that... but what did he know about what temperatures Little Friends liked. From what he'd gathered, they could be verrrry picky about such things, and that wasn't something he could relate to.
The Giant gave a rather hollow, mechanical sigh, his sensors automatically scanning the area and finding nothing interesting, as usual. He could sense some rodent and insect life, but it was all very brief; little animals tended to dislike the vibrations his feet made. His head jerked up, however, once he picked up a sound he thought he'd never hear- voices! Little Friends voices! All sorts of them, high-pitched and low-pitched, that meant there were some of the especially little Little Friends too!
The Giant ran blindly through the forest, wailing his delight, not thinking about what a sight he'd be to any people he came across.
What: A frigging giant robot, and the excitement said specimen causes.
When: Late afternoon, roughly 2-5 PM or within that range~
Where: -still needs to learn island's layout- Let's say... some random forest?
Warnings: None~
The Giant habitually rubbed the side of his head, forgetting the dent was no longer there. Saying he was a little confused would be an understatement; actually, saying that he had any idea of what was going on would be a downright lie. This wasn't Rockwell, he was sure of that, but he hadn't come across any Little Friends so far that might help him figure out where it was. This, in itself, was an oddity- it had seemed like Little Friends liked warm places with lots of those fluffy trees... maybe he was misjudging the temperature of the place? Anything below 3000 degrees didn't concern him, and he was fairly certain it was a lot cooler than that... but what did he know about what temperatures Little Friends liked. From what he'd gathered, they could be verrrry picky about such things, and that wasn't something he could relate to.
The Giant gave a rather hollow, mechanical sigh, his sensors automatically scanning the area and finding nothing interesting, as usual. He could sense some rodent and insect life, but it was all very brief; little animals tended to dislike the vibrations his feet made. His head jerked up, however, once he picked up a sound he thought he'd never hear- voices! Little Friends voices! All sorts of them, high-pitched and low-pitched, that meant there were some of the especially little Little Friends too!
The Giant ran blindly through the forest, wailing his delight, not thinking about what a sight he'd be to any people he came across.