The Sixth Flight [Action/Voice]
[The suit was laid out on the bed like a body on the examination table, the cowl partially inside out to check up on the optics. Bruce wasn't here anymore to give it a look over and assist with the upkeep. Terry paced back and forth in his room, troubled by whether or not to bring her further into the fold of his world. He paused for a moment, staring at the journal open on his dresser. She did say she worked more with armor than with weapons...frak it.]
[Voice - Filtered 100% to Winry Rockbell]
Winry, it's Terry. Don't know if you do house calls or not, but I've got a piece of armor in need of tune-up and I figure you're best one to tinker around with this sort of thing. Oh, yeah, bring the whole toolbox. Cya then.
[He closed the journal and stepped over to gaze over the suit. Boots needed fuel, cloaking device was out of the question unless he could find a way to recharge the power cells, and he'd need more batarangs and equipment before too long. Might as well get the commission work rolling while he could. But why was he feeling so oddly anxious about this meeting?]
[Voice - Filtered 100% to Winry Rockbell]
Winry, it's Terry. Don't know if you do house calls or not, but I've got a piece of armor in need of tune-up and I figure you're best one to tinker around with this sort of thing. Oh, yeah, bring the whole toolbox. Cya then.
[He closed the journal and stepped over to gaze over the suit. Boots needed fuel, cloaking device was out of the question unless he could find a way to recharge the power cells, and he'd need more batarangs and equipment before too long. Might as well get the commission work rolling while he could. But why was he feeling so oddly anxious about this meeting?]