Kira ☆ 002
Who: freedomstrike and whatwouldvedado
Where: Industrial District Warehouse
Style: You pick, bb ♥
Status: Closed
Kira sighed as he stepped off of the Metro. Not only did Tieria leave him behind, but he also didn’t tell him which warehouse actually contained the Mobile Suits that he had found. He shouldn’t have been surprised really. Tieria didn’t sound like he trusted him all that much and he acted as if his presence was completely unwanted. He should have seen this coming, but he put that aside and tried to see through it, and as usual he ended up disappointed. The young pilot wanted to believe that everyone had some good in them, and he was hoping that his fellow pilot would eventually stop treating him like some kind of “unfit” nuisance.
He walked quietly through the streets of the Industrial District. He wasn’t all that familiar with the area, so he didn’t want to get anymore lost than he already was. Most of all though, he didn’t want to make Tieria wait any longer than he should. It wouldn’t bode well with him, Kira figured. That frown before their conversation ended spoke volumes, but he was persistent in his decision to make his skill known even if it was going into something he wanted to avoid at all costs.
By some stretch of luck, he came across the warehouse that he was looking for. It was much larger than the rest he had seen and the only one big enough to house two large humanoid machines. He walked in only to pause at the entrance, wide eyed and completely shocked. There really was technology here like this, and he didn’t know whether to be happy or upset about it. He didn’t bother to call out for Tieria like he was initially going to do upon arrival, and instead walked up to one of the suits, his legs carrying him there almost automatically. His footsteps echoed loudly as he stopped in front of it, running a hand over the rusted metal slowly.
He didn’t care how damaged they were or how long they would take to fix, all he cared about was what they would become and how they would be used. They were disruptions to the peace regardless of bad or good intention. He recognized that these disruptions may sometimes be necessary, but here in Somarium he didn’t see a reason for the existence of these Mobile Suits. He stopped his light strokes and balled his fist against the rust. The only way he could regulate their use was if he willing became apart of this plan, but he hated that he was once again absorbed into another mess regarding these machines.
Where: Industrial District Warehouse
Style: You pick, bb ♥
Status: Closed
Kira sighed as he stepped off of the Metro. Not only did Tieria leave him behind, but he also didn’t tell him which warehouse actually contained the Mobile Suits that he had found. He shouldn’t have been surprised really. Tieria didn’t sound like he trusted him all that much and he acted as if his presence was completely unwanted. He should have seen this coming, but he put that aside and tried to see through it, and as usual he ended up disappointed. The young pilot wanted to believe that everyone had some good in them, and he was hoping that his fellow pilot would eventually stop treating him like some kind of “unfit” nuisance.
He walked quietly through the streets of the Industrial District. He wasn’t all that familiar with the area, so he didn’t want to get anymore lost than he already was. Most of all though, he didn’t want to make Tieria wait any longer than he should. It wouldn’t bode well with him, Kira figured. That frown before their conversation ended spoke volumes, but he was persistent in his decision to make his skill known even if it was going into something he wanted to avoid at all costs.
By some stretch of luck, he came across the warehouse that he was looking for. It was much larger than the rest he had seen and the only one big enough to house two large humanoid machines. He walked in only to pause at the entrance, wide eyed and completely shocked. There really was technology here like this, and he didn’t know whether to be happy or upset about it. He didn’t bother to call out for Tieria like he was initially going to do upon arrival, and instead walked up to one of the suits, his legs carrying him there almost automatically. His footsteps echoed loudly as he stopped in front of it, running a hand over the rusted metal slowly.
He didn’t care how damaged they were or how long they would take to fix, all he cared about was what they would become and how they would be used. They were disruptions to the peace regardless of bad or good intention. He recognized that these disruptions may sometimes be necessary, but here in Somarium he didn’t see a reason for the existence of these Mobile Suits. He stopped his light strokes and balled his fist against the rust. The only way he could regulate their use was if he willing became apart of this plan, but he hated that he was once again absorbed into another mess regarding these machines.