Jadewing didn't have to wait very long before the mech began to stir, eventually coming online with a gasp. The blue mech then worked an arm free and gently wrapped his hand around the human, apparently trying to shield her from the cold.
The other mech then glanced his way, seeming to recognize him. Now that Jadewing thought about hit, the blue mech looked kinda familiar too. What was his name? Placard, or something...?
"I'll live," Jadewing replied with a bit of a sigh. "Won't be flying anywhere for awhile though; left wing's fragged up. Got hit by a motorcycle." He glanced at the offending object with a withering glare, as though it had somehow damaged him on purpose, before turning his gaze back to the other mech. "How about you... Deckard, right?"
Their conversation, such as it was apparently woke the human too. Good, she wasn't dead. It was hard to tell with squishies; they were fragile, and didn't always show damage the way a mech would. And a dead human would be extremely awkward to explain, given his allegiance.
He blinked, though, when he saw the ice crystallizing on Deckard's hand and chest. It was cold here, yeah, but it wasn't that cold. Focusing in slightly revealed that it wasn't the environment that was causing the ice build up, though. So it was that human. Interesting...
"What's going on is that something got fragged up while the First Forged were trying to send you guys back where you came from," Jadewing replied. "There was some kind of explosion, and the next thing I know, we're here. Wherever 'here' is."
"And you might want to do as she says, before she accidentally freezes your joints," he added to Deckard. "Something tells me she'll be alright in the snow."
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The other mech then glanced his way, seeming to recognize him. Now that Jadewing thought about hit, the blue mech looked kinda familiar too. What was his name? Placard, or something...?
"I'll live," Jadewing replied with a bit of a sigh. "Won't be flying anywhere for awhile though; left wing's fragged up. Got hit by a motorcycle." He glanced at the offending object with a withering glare, as though it had somehow damaged him on purpose, before turning his gaze back to the other mech. "How about you... Deckard, right?"
Their conversation, such as it was apparently woke the human too. Good, she wasn't dead. It was hard to tell with squishies; they were fragile, and didn't always show damage the way a mech would. And a dead human would be extremely awkward to explain, given his allegiance.
He blinked, though, when he saw the ice crystallizing on Deckard's hand and chest. It was cold here, yeah, but it wasn't that cold. Focusing in slightly revealed that it wasn't the environment that was causing the ice build up, though. So it was that human. Interesting...
"What's going on is that something got fragged up while the First Forged were trying to send you guys back where you came from," Jadewing replied. "There was some kind of explosion, and the next thing I know, we're here. Wherever 'here' is."
"And you might want to do as she says, before she accidentally freezes your joints," he added to Deckard. "Something tells me she'll be alright in the snow."