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Penultimate Pi
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Just stop already- I'm tired, you're tired, and we're NOT gonna find him.
"Ah, dammit," Cormag panted. After a short pursuit of the the shadowy figure, Cormag had demerged from Model F to reduce suspicion, unaware of the yet stranger figures he had left behind. It was hopeless, though, as Model F was NOT designed for reconnaissance. "Guess I need to report to the officer anyways," Cormag lamented, checking his watch- broken. Muttering a curse, Cormag glanced up into the sky to discern the time of day. Seemed to be close to midday, given the time he last checked, 10:27 a.m. That was before the Maverick attack today. Everything's just turning on a dime this day...
And as he gazed from the sky to look idly around, his Biometal stashed in his sidebag, Cormag caught a glimpse. A glint of something in a shadowy alley he hadn't noticed. With a lean forward, Cormag squinted- there! He dashed forward, an ember of surefire confidence pressing to investigate.
Oh no, please, don't tell me-
"The signal, Mother's Call, has been activated. I've received coordinates to the meeting spot."
Tell you what? That I found him?
Model F didn't get the chance to respond as Cormag blocked him off, finding the vaguely recognizable outline of the Model S Biomatch. He seemed to be investigating his floating Biometal, muttering incoherently, probably talking mentally with the device.
CORMAG! Forget about Model S, we'll find him later. I'm getting an important signal-
Ow, jeez, you don't need to yell.
Clearly I do, given you're not listening-
"It's on an island, apparently. Unfortunately, my design means I can't exactly sustain flight over a large body of water. And, no, my shurikens can't act like propeller blades. No zany schemes, Iscariot. Before you almost die again."
"Ooh. Got in a bad spot, have I?" Cormag spoke out to the shadow pair. "To your credit, though, you were hard to find. Now, how about you tell me exactly who you are?" The flame Biomatch semi-asked, semi-threatened, with a right hand spidering around his buster handgun.
"Ah, dammit," Cormag panted. After a short pursuit of the the shadowy figure, Cormag had demerged from Model F to reduce suspicion, unaware of the yet stranger figures he had left behind. It was hopeless, though, as Model F was NOT designed for reconnaissance. "Guess I need to report to the officer anyways," Cormag lamented, checking his watch- broken. Muttering a curse, Cormag glanced up into the sky to discern the time of day. Seemed to be close to midday, given the time he last checked, 10:27 a.m. That was before the Maverick attack today. Everything's just turning on a dime this day...
And as he gazed from the sky to look idly around, his Biometal stashed in his sidebag, Cormag caught a glimpse. A glint of something in a shadowy alley he hadn't noticed. With a lean forward, Cormag squinted- there! He dashed forward, an ember of surefire confidence pressing to investigate.
Oh no, please, don't tell me-
"The signal, Mother's Call, has been activated. I've received coordinates to the meeting spot."
Tell you what? That I found him?
Model F didn't get the chance to respond as Cormag blocked him off, finding the vaguely recognizable outline of the Model S Biomatch. He seemed to be investigating his floating Biometal, muttering incoherently, probably talking mentally with the device.
CORMAG! Forget about Model S, we'll find him later. I'm getting an important signal-
Ow, jeez, you don't need to yell.
Clearly I do, given you're not listening-
"It's on an island, apparently. Unfortunately, my design means I can't exactly sustain flight over a large body of water. And, no, my shurikens can't act like propeller blades. No zany schemes, Iscariot. Before you almost die again."
"Ooh. Got in a bad spot, have I?" Cormag spoke out to the shadow pair. "To your credit, though, you were hard to find. Now, how about you tell me exactly who you are?" The flame Biomatch semi-asked, semi-threatened, with a right hand spidering around his buster handgun.