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SO ANOTHER HAS COME TO THEIR SENSES. AND REALIZED HOW PERFECT MY BLOG IS. HELLO.
ooc: hey guys! I’m still alive on this account, and I currently only have one thread, so I’m open to plotting a new thread with my followers!! Please just leave a reply or an ask and we can get started.
The Organoid would (hesitantly) edge out from brief sanctuary. Trading cautioned gaze from spectral eyes, with the unknown entity; at least, to her knowledge. Yet there was something idiosyncratic. Subtle, simple movements would be recalled as familiar and thus pressed her to move forth from premature hiding. A need to communicate went unheeded at this point, moving on instinct to meet this strange one.
Yet Reese was troubled with this odd situation, so much so that her partners movements would be temporarily filtered from mind’s space. Indeed, the wary introduction had thrown her off-guard, and pride had been momentarily shattered.
A brow is raised at comment spoken. Eveopolis? Surely this is a jest— No, he reads as too innocent for this type of game. Regardless, she does not recall any recent activity in that area. As far as she knew, it was still off-limits. A crease breaks into carmine tinted lips. “You’re far away from any of those places, kid. I can’t even imagine how you came out all this way by yourself without keeling over in the wastes.” She shakes her head. This conversation—.. No, this situation is borderlining the ridiculous. Though usually not one to give out her name, she feels pressed to do so; origins pertaining towards are unknown. “My name is Reese.” Responding to greetings.
"—Now, is there something you want?" Because quite frankly, due to this incident she’s lost her target. To say she’s pleased would be an understatement.
Quasar was glad when the Organoid slowly stepped out of hiding. Once again he tilted his head, looking her over with one eye and then the other, trying to take in every detail with those giant optics. Familiar. Very familiar. But impossible. There was no way this was her. Organoids were rare and she had died long ago… hadn’t she? This whole situation was making his processors swim. Teeth and claws clicked in thought, not in aggression, as he filtered through broken and missing data and memories to supply some sort of rational answer to what he was seeing.
"I am?" that troubled Vega a good bit. He could have sworn the capital city was close by. Maybe he was a lot more lost than he’d originally bargained for. "Well in that case its a good thing I ran into you, Reese!" he laughed, folding his arms behind his head. He didn’t feel like he was in any danger, so why have his hands at the controls? That name, however, stuck in his head. He was sure he’d heard it somewhere before, but he just couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Oh well, he didn’t get a bad vibe from her so he was sure he wouldn’t need to worry.
The Fuhrer had pressed himself down to the sand, or at least his torso, so that his head was lightly resting at the ground, nose level to the Organoid. Legs were crouched down, tail slowly sweeping a few feet above the sun-baked ground as he idled away in thought. He had to nearly cross his optics to see her properly, but he didn’t want to move his head too much and make the Organoid nervous; he was very aware that he had a mouth full of dangerous-looking teeth. Vega’s mind was calm through the link, so he allowed himself to relax as well; his young pilot was an excellent judge of situations so he trusted him completely.
"Me? I don’t really want anything but—" his hands fell back to his sides, feeling a little embarrassed asking, "—could you perhaps help us find a town or something? My buddy’s getting really tired and I don’t have any more supplies." his cheerful voice and sunny disposition hid just how serious their situation was. He had no food, no water and no place to go, and Quasar was dangerously low on energy from whatever force had hit them earlier. They were still up and functioning, though, and that was enough to assure Vega that everything would be alright. Optimistic to a fault—
ooc: I’m alive I promise! I’ve only got one? active thread so I’ll try and get Vega a little more active!
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