04-09-2016, 08:07 AM
Eon would feel a sharp lurch, as if something had gripped him fully by the head. With a slow, sucking sensation, the Last Angel grunted in slight discomfort as he was unceremoniously flung clear of the whispering sinkhole, landing on the stable ground with a heavy thump. Shaking his head to its senses, he would look across the other side of the sifting pit to see a looming figure in a heavy hood and cape staring at him with cold, radiant blue eyes. There was a moment of stillness before Kopaka turned to leave, and a subsequent pang of indignance as the rescued man shouted for him to stop.
"Whoa! Wait just a damn minute!"
Kopaka let out a long synthesized sigh; a buzzing, rattling sound that sounded markedly unnatural among the crisp silence of the desert midnight. Kopaka had not enjoyed his time in the Endless Dunes thus far. Such a hot, arid environment was second only as anathema to his element to the raging volcanism of the Ashen Steppes. To keep the heat at bay, he had donned a simple hempen robe, similar to a garb he had seen worn in the slums of Coruscant. Wearing the clothing felt odd, but it was functional, at least.
Saving the man had been a compulsion of Duty, and it never failed that he implicated himself with some manner of miscreant. He had simply seen the human in verifiable trouble and acted accordingly. Alas, such acts rarely gratified Kopaka's preference for solitude. Reluctantly, the biomech turned to face the blonde man, the four eyes of the Akaku leering brightly.
"Are you in need of something else?" he asked with an impatient tone.
"Whoa! Wait just a damn minute!"
Kopaka let out a long synthesized sigh; a buzzing, rattling sound that sounded markedly unnatural among the crisp silence of the desert midnight. Kopaka had not enjoyed his time in the Endless Dunes thus far. Such a hot, arid environment was second only as anathema to his element to the raging volcanism of the Ashen Steppes. To keep the heat at bay, he had donned a simple hempen robe, similar to a garb he had seen worn in the slums of Coruscant. Wearing the clothing felt odd, but it was functional, at least.
Saving the man had been a compulsion of Duty, and it never failed that he implicated himself with some manner of miscreant. He had simply seen the human in verifiable trouble and acted accordingly. Alas, such acts rarely gratified Kopaka's preference for solitude. Reluctantly, the biomech turned to face the blonde man, the four eyes of the Akaku leering brightly.
"Are you in need of something else?" he asked with an impatient tone.
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