September & October Test Drive

[thewakemods]

It's that time again!

→ Comment with a new character you'd like to test out in the game's setting. (put character/canon in subject line pls!)
→ You don't have to be in the game to comment! HI NEW PEOPLE LET US ENABLE YOU.
→ Tag around with new and old characters.
→ App all those characters
→ ???
→ PROFIT!

**NOTICE** - For new series and recent updates/occurrences to existing ones, please mark as SPOILERS if you must refer to such, but please use your own discretion in general.

Comments

[thedevianthunter]

Connor looked at Hank, the expression still worried. A bit scared, but also thoughtful.

Kind. Painfully kind. Despite the rough outside, he's still so surprised just how kind Hank can be. Something he hadn't lost even when Nautilus made Connor believe their roles were switched.

"Are we friends?" He suddenly asked. Because there is a...desire. Yes, its probably a desire to have a relationship that wasn't just them working together.

[heavymetalgears]

Hank cleared his throat, his expression was almost nearing disbelief before it softened and he pulled Connor into a hug. He kept him there for a while as he thought about the shit they'd gone through and the shit they're going to be going through here. Hell yeah, they're friends, but they're more than that. So much more. It just was too painful, too real to say at this moment. Even if he did say it, would Connor believe it?

[thedevianthunter]

Oh.

It was another hug. He was still surprised by these. He hesitantly returns it, stiff amd awkward. More so than at the Chicken Feed. There's still red barriers, questioning what's the point, how does this help the mission. Things that make it hard to embrace emotions.

But he ignores them and closes his eyes and let's himself just...savor this feeling. Maybe...maybe it was okay.

[heavymetalgears]

Well, Hank sure felt better. He gave Connor's back a soft pat then he stepped back. His hands lingered on Connor's shoulders and he gave the other a long look before he detached.

"So, ... what, you piss this world off for a short cut home, or what? What is the story here?" He found himself leaning more toward humor again than the sappy shit.

[thedevianthunter]

Connor was looking calmer now. His LED is blue, at least, though yellow keeps flickering in. It was always something with Hank, how his reassurance had a tendency to quiet the worst of Connor's internal panic.

"People can ascend here. To ascend requires change, which I told Nautilus an android can't do. He disagreed. There's a bit more to it, but it takes also understanding bending. Did you have questions about that?" Connor asked, picking up the knife to continue cooking. It helped to keep his hands busy.