Strolling along, minding his own business.
Forte warped into the area, feeling a lot better now that he was sober and his armor had been repaired. He still needed to get revenge on that reploid, Pallette, for what she had done to his helmet, but for now...
Forte frowned. For now, he wanted to concentrate on trying to remember what had happened after he and Ashu had started drinking. Strolling aimlessly down the street, he tried to piece together the vague fragments of memory. Something about a girl with brown hair... and Zero...
((OOC: Setting the stage for a RP with Zero, but spectators/bystanders are welcome.))
Forte frowned. For now, he wanted to concentrate on trying to remember what had happened after he and Ashu had started drinking. Strolling aimlessly down the street, he tried to piece together the vague fragments of memory. Something about a girl with brown hair... and Zero...
((OOC: Setting the stage for a RP with Zero, but spectators/bystanders are welcome.))