Act 1: Roger the Negotiator

[paradigmstop]

Paradigm city had shrunk in the distance behind him as he trudged forward in Big O. The city that had lost its memories, that had tried so hard to keep them lost, was now just a speck on the horizon. He and Big O had seen perhaps too much in recent past, but there were too many questions unanswered. He'd resolved to himself, and it seemed that Big

Comments

[momentoftherose]

Another mobile suit detected over the horizon, shaking the ground and trampling the flowers with its big hooves. Oenone Zero's adrenaline spiked, being the closest to it since she was helping out at one of the city's poorer clinics, seeing a lot of veterans with ancient prosthetics.

She returned to her airship and retrieved what she needed.

Roger would soon find a crow hovering around his megadeus, poking its way inquisitively around the great humanoid head. Closer inspection would show this was no ordinary bird but a flying corpse, an animated patchwork of body and metal that nevertheless managed to present a credible illusion to casual observation.

[momentoftherose]

"Ah...alright. I prefer tea though." She replied, not knowing the full implications of what he'd asked her to.

She was going to leave him something to eat when he got out of the shower, but he seemed in a hurry to talk to Captain Smith.