| Zwei |
Afterus is a strange sort of place to visit for a first foray into the multiverse, but being an enforcedly neutral ground that neither faction can lay claim to or dare make trouble on, it is a perfect meeting place. The exact same place Zwei had first made contact outside of its own universe, to be exact. Now the Armiger finds itself welcoming someone as new as it had been scarcely a month ago, waiting in the same, slightly run down, but strangely cozy little station, complete with the omnipresent, pleasant hum of chatting voices on the air. The larger unit, Asche is kneeling on the pavement with a massively oversized shoulder-mounted weapon of some kind lowered into a maintenance position; a multitool mounted in his wrist busily scanning its interior and flashing away with precise laser pulses at the internal machinery. The more personable unit, Weiss, is out in her default, undisguised form, wearing a trendy new outfit she'd picked out for herself the other day. She stands before the nearest warpgate, one of several at this transporation nexus, with her hands behind her back, humming a dissonant little tune in anticipation as she waits. |