10-21-2015, 10:55 PM
As they stepped outside, Zack paused when he looked at the truck. It may have been freshly summoned, but it looked old and rusted already. It was a simple two seater, so only one other person would be able to ride up front. They could maybe squeeze a third in the bench seat upfront, but it wouldn't be very comfortable.
The morning sky of the Ashen Steppes looked the same as it did at any other time of day. It was covered with thick back clouds, and the wind swept the loose ash around like always. The suffocating air was complimented by the dry heat. He waved his hand as he walked over to the truck to blow a bit of the gunk away from his face. Zack wasn't quite sure he would ever get used to this place.
"You spent all night summoning and all you could come up with was this piece of junk?" Zack joked as he stopped by the driver's door. Miranda gave a less than amused look in response, but Zack simply let out a loud laugh as she walked around the back. If he couldn't have a little fun, he might go crazy in this wasteland.
Zack placed his right hand against the body of the truck, closing his eyes and concentrating a little bit. He summoned forwards some raw Omnilium and began to infuse it with the truck. He was only making a small addition, so he assumed that it wouldn't take too long to get it set up. There was no fixing this thing up completely, so it was just a matter of comfort and utility at this point.
Of course, he recognized that most of Miranda's effort and energy had gone into her self restoration project, so a little time to sit and nap would certainly help her get back on her feet. As he heard the others milling around the area, he opened his eyes a few minutes later to see that his addition was complete. A simple latch that would hold the Buster Sword against the truck, so he wouldn't have to worry about cramming into the front seat with it. It would take a little wear and tear from the road, but he'd just touch it up with Omnilium during some downtime, like he always did. If the spirit of Angeal was watching over him, he'd have to get over this one.
Zack placed the Buster Sword into it's makeshift holster. Four latches held it in place, two high and two low on either side, while another piece of metal went into one of the holes in the blade to prevent it from simply dropping. He smiled, impressed with his own creative thinking, but looked around to see the others showing little to no interest in his handiwork.
He shrugged it off and opened the door, sliding into the driver's seat. Miranda had been kind enough to leave the keys in the ignition, so he turned them and listened as it weakly tried to start. After a few misfires he let go, and the truck sat in silence. He hesitated, and then turned the ignition again, this time pounding on the dashboard once with his left fist. The truck roared to life, and Zack shook his head. Another of his old trucks for making things work had made the jump to the Omniverse with him.
He unfolded the map and took a look at it to get a feeling for the route they would be taking. The road was supposedly better this way, but the Koopa Troop had an odd way of looking at things, so he didn't really know what to expect. He simply set it down on the seat beside him, so whoever ended up riding shotgun would be able to take a glance if they needed.
He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times. This air wasn't the best to wake up to, so it was taking him a bit to get his energy going. So for now, he just adjusted his seat and waited for the others to be ready.
The morning sky of the Ashen Steppes looked the same as it did at any other time of day. It was covered with thick back clouds, and the wind swept the loose ash around like always. The suffocating air was complimented by the dry heat. He waved his hand as he walked over to the truck to blow a bit of the gunk away from his face. Zack wasn't quite sure he would ever get used to this place.
"You spent all night summoning and all you could come up with was this piece of junk?" Zack joked as he stopped by the driver's door. Miranda gave a less than amused look in response, but Zack simply let out a loud laugh as she walked around the back. If he couldn't have a little fun, he might go crazy in this wasteland.
Zack placed his right hand against the body of the truck, closing his eyes and concentrating a little bit. He summoned forwards some raw Omnilium and began to infuse it with the truck. He was only making a small addition, so he assumed that it wouldn't take too long to get it set up. There was no fixing this thing up completely, so it was just a matter of comfort and utility at this point.
Of course, he recognized that most of Miranda's effort and energy had gone into her self restoration project, so a little time to sit and nap would certainly help her get back on her feet. As he heard the others milling around the area, he opened his eyes a few minutes later to see that his addition was complete. A simple latch that would hold the Buster Sword against the truck, so he wouldn't have to worry about cramming into the front seat with it. It would take a little wear and tear from the road, but he'd just touch it up with Omnilium during some downtime, like he always did. If the spirit of Angeal was watching over him, he'd have to get over this one.
Zack placed the Buster Sword into it's makeshift holster. Four latches held it in place, two high and two low on either side, while another piece of metal went into one of the holes in the blade to prevent it from simply dropping. He smiled, impressed with his own creative thinking, but looked around to see the others showing little to no interest in his handiwork.
He shrugged it off and opened the door, sliding into the driver's seat. Miranda had been kind enough to leave the keys in the ignition, so he turned them and listened as it weakly tried to start. After a few misfires he let go, and the truck sat in silence. He hesitated, and then turned the ignition again, this time pounding on the dashboard once with his left fist. The truck roared to life, and Zack shook his head. Another of his old trucks for making things work had made the jump to the Omniverse with him.
He unfolded the map and took a look at it to get a feeling for the route they would be taking. The road was supposedly better this way, but the Koopa Troop had an odd way of looking at things, so he didn't really know what to expect. He simply set it down on the seat beside him, so whoever ended up riding shotgun would be able to take a glance if they needed.
He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times. This air wasn't the best to wake up to, so it was taking him a bit to get his energy going. So for now, he just adjusted his seat and waited for the others to be ready.