[A humming whine builds in the air that cuts across the storm like a knife. The harpies hit the roof and then let out alarmed noises. The smell of burnt feathers is brief before the rain takes it away.
Silence. Then to the right of the vehicle with his arm ending in a smoking cannon, a man says.]
The way is clear back to the diner. Are you alright? [Zero is six foot six, wrapped in red and white armor. His long blonde hair trails down his back like a mane. He looks ready for any war or problem that needs martial ability to pass. His blue eyes glow faintly as he looks around. He is keeping a look out.] It won’t stay clear for long.
Rain, shine, and Salvage
Silence. Then to the right of the vehicle with his arm ending in a smoking cannon, a man says.]
The way is clear back to the diner. Are you alright? [Zero is six foot six, wrapped in red and white armor. His long blonde hair trails down his back like a mane. He looks ready for any war or problem that needs martial ability to pass. His blue eyes glow faintly as he looks around. He is keeping a look out.] It won’t stay clear for long.