Slowly, Rhys was getting used to the strange place. Nothing seemed too sinister, and the atmosphere felt more relaxed than that of Pandora. He had yet to be attacked by anyone or anything. That was a plus, right?
He's milling around the meeting area, a plate of food in his robotic hand, a soft golden glow coming from his left eye as he scans the room. He's not connected to the Echonet here, but his internal server is still somewhat useful. The robotics club draws his eye. That was something familiar. He'd built his new cybernetics, after all. And coding was like a second language to him. Without watching where he's going, he makes a beeline for the booth, paying no attention to anyone he has to elbow past.
Nightmare
It's missing. He knows it's missing. He doesn't have to check his pocket to know, but he checks it all the same. In the middle of the walkway, he stops to pat himself down, a frown drawing down the corners of his lips.
"Oh, come on!" he cries, exasperated, as he finishes checking every single pocket. "There's no way I lost it, I can't...lose it!" Rhys looks down to scan the floor, widening his stance so that no one accidentally steps on his lost item.
Rhys the Company Man | Borderlands
Slowly, Rhys was getting used to the strange place. Nothing seemed too sinister, and the atmosphere felt more relaxed than that of Pandora. He had yet to be attacked by anyone or anything. That was a plus, right?
He's milling around the meeting area, a plate of food in his robotic hand, a soft golden glow coming from his left eye as he scans the room. He's not connected to the Echonet here, but his internal server is still somewhat useful. The robotics club draws his eye. That was something familiar. He'd built his new cybernetics, after all. And coding was like a second language to him. Without watching where he's going, he makes a beeline for the booth, paying no attention to anyone he has to elbow past.
Nightmare
It's missing. He knows it's missing. He doesn't have to check his pocket to know, but he checks it all the same. In the middle of the walkway, he stops to pat himself down, a frown drawing down the corners of his lips.
"Oh, come on!" he cries, exasperated, as he finishes checking every single pocket. "There's no way I lost it, I can't...lose it!" Rhys looks down to scan the floor, widening his stance so that no one accidentally steps on his lost item.
Wildcard
[Go for it!]