Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140529203447/@comment-23309369-20140602024305

Mortimer strolled towards the cliffs, his unfolded legs carried him an impressive distance with every step as he reclined slightly in the chassis, his armored arms crossed behind his head with Zivot's own arms crossed behind his back, copying his pose. Walking at Zivot's full height felt good to him, having been kept unarmed and at ground level for as long as he had been had made him tense, but the walk was relaxing to him, evident by his smile.

Coming up on the meeting place his arms dropped to his side as he kept walking, his feet thudded lazily on the ground as he moved forward. He waved towards those he could see, his frame's massive arm made it hard to miss the motion as it sliced through the air with a strange level of accuracy.

Coming up on those already there, he slowed to a stop and crouched, he reclined until he looked like he was lying down on an angle and not actually standing. Now that he was a bit taller than them, maybe a foot or so taller, he waved again, this time Zivot's arms were dedicated to holding the frame up and didn't copy him.

"Heya," he greeted them," not late am I?"

Looking down at his frame he shrugged. "May not look like much," he commented despite how his weapon actually looked," but Zivot's gotten me this far in one piece."

He looked at Stephan for a moment before he smiled, pushed up his glasses and eyed the others.