We'll awake with hands of steel [Closed]

[originaljoe]

who ; Joe, Protoman, and maybe Eridan
what ; Joe is showing Protoman around his new home.
where ; Joe's Castle at Garden Zone 03
when ; Shortly after Joe and Protoman's stand off
warning(s) ; None that I can think of.

Comments

I don't know what happened with this post, don't feel obligated to match it in length

[hopediesalone]

Unpleasant recollections of a conversation Light had told him about popped into his head as they had made their way to the castle. The whole station reminded him far too much of the City, though the Garden Zones were nice and peaceful.

"We will build towers to the heavens...man was not built for such a height." he murmured, but he quickly snapped out of it. He looked up at the castle again, shaking off that miasma. He blinked behind his shades. Once. Twice. Three times.

Then he gave a laugh. "I dunno, neighborhood looks a little out of shape. Hasn't been the same since the police stopped paying attention. The world today..." He tsk'd audibly, still keeping that light tone. Yeah, he can do this whole thing too, Joe. "What're they like?" He walked in after him, holding his helmet with the same loose grip.

[originaljoe]

Protoman wasn't the only one lost in thought as they walked. Joe was still a little suspicious of Protoman and bitter that he was right about his failure.

Protoman's laugh pulled Joe out of it and he couldn't help, but laugh as well. "Well. He ain't human. This stations full a aliens and the like." Joe started as he lead Protoman to the livingroom.

"Still a kid, grey skin, horns, wears a scarf. He has a bit of a past, but he's a good kid. His name's Eridan." With that Joe flopped down onto their couch.

[hopediesalone]

Protoman was puzzling over his entire situation, but to be frank, he didn't care that much. Despite its unnerving resemblance to the City, Sacrosanct was definitely better than the scrap heap. That was enough to make it a low priority.

"Really? Weird." He gave a shrug all the same, sitting down. "I can respect the scarf. Should probably get myself a new one, get this whole outfit patched up really..."

His helmet and shield were covered in blast marks and scrapes, his gun's paint was heavily damaged, his coat and scarf were burnt and tattered...it was obvious that he'd been in a nasty scrape before being brought to the station.

[originaljoe]

Joe nodded and paused as he looked over his robotic brother. "Well I'm sure someone on this station is good with a needle and thread. Might want ta ask Eridan, he's been here longer."

Joe was silent for a moment, wondering if he should even ask or if it would just end badly. "Tell me Proto, who is megaman? When I told a guy I met here about The City he recognized Light and Wily and mentioned him."