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mechspeed001;
[Whatever form of dream Metal had will remain a mystery to everyone but him; it's not that he has a particular unwillingness to share it at the moment, it's that there are more pressing matters and he's still a guy who loves to prioritise.
So right now, as he reboots from his "sleep" and rises from the sand - it falling from his body in even streams given the rigid architecture of his body - he stands tall, observes his surroundings and then settles upon that top priority; a single question.
Just who the hell is he, anyhow?
His name comes up at least, the only information he does seem to retain, yet any attempt at diving deeper into his system, any path or file he navigates, he simply can't find anything. It's all gone.
The confusion leaves him stood amidst the empty sands as if he were a statue, yet the light reflecting off his chassis might be enough to catch your attention if you're any further than a few feet away.]
002;
[Whatever the situation may be, Metal figures staying out in the desert is no good. The Makaras pose an obvious threat and, while under normal circumstances he's always ready to throw down, the disorientation from his missing memories has mitigated most of his usual mo of kill first ask questions later. He's fast enough to stay out of their path too, thankful he retained his familiarity with his body at the very least.
If he passes by anyone who could probably use a lift out there in the wastes, they're probably getting ignored, sorry.
But find yourself stood just outside of Sunspire and you'll be in the right place at the right time to see Metal arrive - perhaps even hear him beforehand, considering he's essentially a jet engine in robot hedgehog form - moving at high speed yet stopping just in time to avoid a collision with the practice of someone clearly used to operating at such velocity. Despite his deliberate approach however, he gives the pyramid a brief look before turning to address the nearest person.]
What can you tell me about this place?
003;
[Money seems like a practical pursuit. His claws weren't tailored for delicate work, so the min-mins were out, while the issue with the maahes is way too much for an emotionally stunted robot with amnesia, so that just left exploring the old ruin for coffee. Two kilometers really wasn't that much of a distance as far as he was concerned, even without his speed, but his body seemed like it would benefit his survival in the arid climate he was stuck in.
Outside the town and prepared to depart, the jet on his back starts to ignite and whirr into life. Might be worth asking him for a lift, if you're going the same way.]
[Whatever form of dream Metal had will remain a mystery to everyone but him; it's not that he has a particular unwillingness to share it at the moment, it's that there are more pressing matters and he's still a guy who loves to prioritise.
So right now, as he reboots from his "sleep" and rises from the sand - it falling from his body in even streams given the rigid architecture of his body - he stands tall, observes his surroundings and then settles upon that top priority; a single question.
Just who the hell is he, anyhow?
His name comes up at least, the only information he does seem to retain, yet any attempt at diving deeper into his system, any path or file he navigates, he simply can't find anything. It's all gone.
The confusion leaves him stood amidst the empty sands as if he were a statue, yet the light reflecting off his chassis might be enough to catch your attention if you're any further than a few feet away.]
002;
[Whatever the situation may be, Metal figures staying out in the desert is no good. The Makaras pose an obvious threat and, while under normal circumstances he's always ready to throw down, the disorientation from his missing memories has mitigated most of his usual mo of kill first ask questions later. He's fast enough to stay out of their path too, thankful he retained his familiarity with his body at the very least.
If he passes by anyone who could probably use a lift out there in the wastes, they're probably getting ignored, sorry.
But find yourself stood just outside of Sunspire and you'll be in the right place at the right time to see Metal arrive - perhaps even hear him beforehand, considering he's essentially a jet engine in robot hedgehog form - moving at high speed yet stopping just in time to avoid a collision with the practice of someone clearly used to operating at such velocity. Despite his deliberate approach however, he gives the pyramid a brief look before turning to address the nearest person.]
What can you tell me about this place?
003;
[Money seems like a practical pursuit. His claws weren't tailored for delicate work, so the min-mins were out, while the issue with the maahes is way too much for an emotionally stunted robot with amnesia, so that just left exploring the old ruin for coffee. Two kilometers really wasn't that much of a distance as far as he was concerned, even without his speed, but his body seemed like it would benefit his survival in the arid climate he was stuck in.
Outside the town and prepared to depart, the jet on his back starts to ignite and whirr into life. Might be worth asking him for a lift, if you're going the same way.]
