03-02-2015, 02:23 PM
Jon's senses alerted as a deep booming noise sounded out, dragging itself across the floor, the ground tremoring somewhat as the noise became louder and more apparent. Giving Crona a concerned and somewhat worried look, he'd pace forward a few steps to meet whatever was coming toward them, a hand resting over the hilt of his Valyrian Blade, gripping the pommel tensely with a gloved hand. Inhaling sharply, as he readied himself for whatever he would have to face down.
Jon took a small step backward as the thing came into view. It was machinery of which Jon had never seen the likes of before, clearly built for war and destruction on a large scale. The only thing he could compare it too somewhat would be a catapult, though no man seemed to be heaving it along the road, and it was made of a much stronger steel than any catapult, ballista or battlefield instrument could ever be. It looked... unbreakable.
He kept a stern gaze on the tank as it came to a stop, glancing slightly upward as the flap would raise, a robed figure popping out from inside the hole. As it spoke, Jon quickly noted the robustness and scratchiness of it's voice. It sound unnatural... inhuman, almost. His thoughts were cut rather short, however, as Crona stepped forward, Jon biting down on his tongue as he listened to the boy's shaky words. "He meant it figuratively, Crona... they're not actually brothers" he'd say, leaning in closer to the purple-haired youth, a lowering his voice down a whisper. As he'd finish, he'd pace forth, closer to the chimera. He'd do the talking, he decided. Jon wasn't a headstrong or over-confident man, by any means, but he was pretty certain he made for a better diplomat than the shy, timid Chrona, or the rude and annoying Adam (even if the robed one seemed to be somewhat familiar with the latter).
"Hello.." he'd stop upon reaching an equal distance from the chimera, gazing up at the one who stood atop it. He quickly cleared a lump in his throat, before continuing to talk. "You could help us, if you mean too." he'd state, pausing as he'd glance back at Adam with a sharp glance, then back upward. "All of us... including the one you refer to as brother."
Jon took a small step backward as the thing came into view. It was machinery of which Jon had never seen the likes of before, clearly built for war and destruction on a large scale. The only thing he could compare it too somewhat would be a catapult, though no man seemed to be heaving it along the road, and it was made of a much stronger steel than any catapult, ballista or battlefield instrument could ever be. It looked... unbreakable.
He kept a stern gaze on the tank as it came to a stop, glancing slightly upward as the flap would raise, a robed figure popping out from inside the hole. As it spoke, Jon quickly noted the robustness and scratchiness of it's voice. It sound unnatural... inhuman, almost. His thoughts were cut rather short, however, as Crona stepped forward, Jon biting down on his tongue as he listened to the boy's shaky words. "He meant it figuratively, Crona... they're not actually brothers" he'd say, leaning in closer to the purple-haired youth, a lowering his voice down a whisper. As he'd finish, he'd pace forth, closer to the chimera. He'd do the talking, he decided. Jon wasn't a headstrong or over-confident man, by any means, but he was pretty certain he made for a better diplomat than the shy, timid Chrona, or the rude and annoying Adam (even if the robed one seemed to be somewhat familiar with the latter).
"Hello.." he'd stop upon reaching an equal distance from the chimera, gazing up at the one who stood atop it. He quickly cleared a lump in his throat, before continuing to talk. "You could help us, if you mean too." he'd state, pausing as he'd glance back at Adam with a sharp glance, then back upward. "All of us... including the one you refer to as brother."
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