04-07-2017, 06:15 PM
"So you wish to head to the Verse called Camelot? Perhaps we could come to some sort of accord. After all, I know the way to that area, and could guide you easily to such a location." said Warren. Noticing how unenthusiastic she was, Warren thought of what he was about to say. She could prove useful even though she was a new Prime to the Omniverse. While he wasn't normally the type to go out of his way to hunt down new allies, he was glad he had met her. Perhaps with some training she could do more than he ever had in the Omniverse. "You're probably curious as to why I'm in this suit. It is because it won't come off just yet." said Warren. "Unfortunately when Omni brought me here, he neglected to bring the machinery needed to get my armor off of me, and so I'm stuck in it."
Warren then considered what he was going to say next. His armor probably made him look suspicious. Wait, Omni had said that if you wanted something and had enough Omnilium anything was possible. Well right now he wanted to look more human than he did. "You can call me Warren Zimmer. I will be helping you to get to where you're headed though in return you'll owe me a favor to be paid later. Fair enough?" asked Warren. His armor had melted away. He was an older man in his mid thirties, brown hair with a gray streak towards the bottom of it. His eyes were purple, and his nose was average. He was clad in a black shirt, black pants and black boots. All of which had gray and purple streaks. A leather jacket was worn by him as were a set of shades. "So much more comfortable than that armor, wouldn't you agree Miss? Oh, that's right. I never got your name. What is it?"
Warren then considered what he was going to say next. His armor probably made him look suspicious. Wait, Omni had said that if you wanted something and had enough Omnilium anything was possible. Well right now he wanted to look more human than he did. "You can call me Warren Zimmer. I will be helping you to get to where you're headed though in return you'll owe me a favor to be paid later. Fair enough?" asked Warren. His armor had melted away. He was an older man in his mid thirties, brown hair with a gray streak towards the bottom of it. His eyes were purple, and his nose was average. He was clad in a black shirt, black pants and black boots. All of which had gray and purple streaks. A leather jacket was worn by him as were a set of shades. "So much more comfortable than that armor, wouldn't you agree Miss? Oh, that's right. I never got your name. What is it?"