Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140523050353/@comment-23309369-20140528203722

Morti's goggles moved back up onto his head as he followed the crowd, he took his time so that he wouldn't become a part of the mob and so that he wouldn't bump into anyone. Though he had to admit that the C.A.S' gun was impressive, he couldn't help but think it was somewhat out of place. "Hell," he muttered to himself as he lagged behind the crowd," could probably jus' make those into automatic turrets for cities or somethin'."

He glanced around, he noticed that he wasn't the only one keeping a distance from the crowd, his eyes wandered over the tall person, who had a hood over their head and what looked like a massive slab of metal slung over her shoulder. Without thinking he approached the shady person, who hadn't noticed his approach.

"There much of a reason for the delay?" he asked in as friendly a tone as he could, the person turned towards him and shifted their stance slightly, he took the gesture for what it was and took a step back, "Whoa whoa, " he backpedaled as he raised his hands in front of him in mock defense," no need for the hostility...."

He looked down on the person, who's eyes peeked from under her hood to look at him, or rather her eye, as her right eye had a patch over it. Quickly her gaze lowered once more, she seemed to inspect his frame. "So...uh..." he stammered after a few seconds, she seemed to jump from his voice, his fingers in his right hand twitched, which caused Zivot's arm to unlock form his back, he extended his hand towards her," name's Mortimer."

Liz leaned slightly forward, examining the metalwork for the strange person's frame, very nice, this clearly took a while to make, I wonder- 

Liz's thoughts were brought away from the boy's frame when he spoke to her, she snapped back into the realization that he was a person and not a robot. She slid one of her feet back slightly when the one who called himself 'Mortimer' extended his frame's hand towards her. She stared at this hand for a second, glancing towards his face for a second. Curiously she raised her own hand in front of her eye, which she glanced at, glancing between Mortimer's hand and her own every few seconds. Very hesitantly she reached forward and shook the oversized hand, the two metal limbs clinked together. "I-I'm.....m-my name's.....Liz..." she managed as she looked off to the side.