A bit overdue ffff

[obsequiouslysir]

WHO: Sunstorm and anyone who has the steel brass to put up with him!
WHAT: Sunstorm's still a bit under the weather with his energy signature detectors dampened due to the fact he was buried under some rubble for a good amount of time. So, really, he's sort of wandering aimlessly like a moron.
WHERE: Zone 9; the resident dump
WHEN: This is a bit

Comments

You looked lonely. :-)

[sumptushubris]

For all its lifelessness, Nemesis Prime felt ill at ease in the Heap. Not that he cared one way or another; though it had been picked over many times already by scavengers, there were still some usable parts to be found were one willing to invest some time. But that was just it; used for so long to nothing but the decaying shell of the Ark, this was strange. This whole City was strange, though he endured it with as much patience as he could muster, finding comfort in the familiarity of the Darkness if nothing else...

Though it shifted restlessly, sensing something of its own that was not quite...right. Nemesis paused in his investigation of a heap of steel, raising his helm and casting his optics in that direction. Was that a trick of light, or was there some orange armor amongst all this gray, still holding the colors of life?

OH GOD

[obsequiouslysir]

"Maybe this'll help," Sunstorm thought aloud, and might have actually cracked the pipe over his helm, but-- There came hesitation, wings hitching just an inch and Sunstorm stilled. He might have appeared as a vast, predatory cat sensing danger if not for the ridiculous look of GASP SOMEONE'S HERE on his faceplates.

Energy signature, pfft. There was something, he knew that much. Sunstorm stood tall, smiling. "Do my audios deceive me or is there some handsome gent or lovely femme amongst my presence!?" He clapped his hands together in a show of humbleness. "Please do show your magnificent visage."