Re: Episode 7: Mine
It was more like dropping a very big motorcycle.
Lucien's empty magazine fell from the "machinepistol" of his frame with an incredibly loud clang of thick, heavy, stamped and pressed metal against concrete floor, bouncing ever so slightly just as a normal magazine would. The sound reverberated through the otherwise quiet and somber chamber they all found themselves in. Yoshiko herself merely nodded to Victoria resolutely within her frame, but suddenly remembered that nobody could see her do so.
So she had her frame's head bob up and down in a nod instead, its hand moving to gesture the Impulses into getting the lift to work. "H-hey, Taela, what are you doing? I thought that mech was still working?!" the Ex-Neko suddenly piped up in surprise.
As the Neko made herself comfortable, Mark shoved more pills upon Kelly, which he stared at for an odd moment. The semi-lucid man quirked an eyebrow as he swallowed more medication dry. "Uh, you want me to sit on your lap or something? I don't think it'd be good for me if you sat on mine," the dark skinned Nepleslian asked, his voice and gaze still a little distant from the prior shock.
"Hey, the elevator thing's good to go from down here," came a voice from knee level of the frames. "If you guys are ready, we can all just cram on and start moving."
"W-wait, we're not ready yet I think!" Yoshiko spoke up in a fuss.
"Eh, we can just burn out the systems if we need to," Kelly remarked.
"But, but! I think it's still good!" The Nepleslian settled his eyes on Taela as Yoshiko objected. Then, the damaged frame. Then the Nekovalkyrja in the cockpit again.
The very first thing that came to his mind was something long the lines of 'They really do look all 'kawaii-desu' if you're looking down on them.' Of course, his fuzzy thinking eventually got on track again as his blood was slowly refilled and replenished by the sheer amount of medication being given to him. "Taela, it's your call - if everyone's ready, we'll go."