JOB
Akryn was walking down the street of the famous Motor City, a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets. He had left his armor and weaponry back home for this one, feeling like such items would be unnecessary. The eight foo tall man was very muscular, wearing black boots, jeans, and tank top today, his eye patch matching, and the whole outfit making his stark white hair stand out more. He had let his hair grow out recently, with it currently hanging down to his shoulders with loose strands hanging in his face. He was also unshaved, and his white facial hair had started growing in, covering some of his facial scars but also making him look much older than he actually was. He didn't care though. He had been in a particularly sour mood, again, and it showed on his face. This job right now was just the kind of thing he needed to try and destress himself. A nice and simple smash job.
Before long Akryn found himself before the lab that his most recent employer called home, and his large fist came down to knock on the door, causing a deep, gong like noise to roll out into the air, followed by a loud CLANG from inside. Akryns eyebrow slowly rose as he stepped back before the door suddenly flew open, revealing a short, thin, young man with large glasses and a long white coat. "Yes, hello, Dr. Phissiks at your.....oh my. Youre a large one." The man said, suddenly stopping and looking up at Akryn with a look of awe.
Akryn sneered at the small man before crossing his arms and glaring. "I am Akryn, one of the ones you hired to fix your little.....robot problem?" Akryn said, trying to keep his ever present anger out of his voice. He didn't really understand why he was always so angry, but it was a constant state of being for him. Constant and brutal. Ever since Eclipse Soul had disbanded he had been angry, and to be certain it wasn't getting better. Whatever the cause of it was though, this old man was not the cause, or target, of his anger, and so he worked to try and keep himself under control, though his teeth were already starting to grind...…
It took nearly half an hour to get the proper information out of the young scientist, a tale of misguided good intentions with harsh consequences, and a rough lay out of where the robots were supposed to be. Akryn could not escape the scientist, and his endless offerings of tea, fast enough after getting the necessary info, and before long he found himself in the general area of the robots, his one silver eye slowly scanning the area for his target.....
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Akryn was walking down the street of the famous Motor City, a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets. He had left his armor and weaponry back home for this one, feeling like such items would be unnecessary. The eight foo tall man was very muscular, wearing black boots, jeans, and tank top today, his eye patch matching, and the whole outfit making his stark white hair stand out more. He had let his hair grow out recently, with it currently hanging down to his shoulders with loose strands hanging in his face. He was also unshaved, and his white facial hair had started growing in, covering some of his facial scars but also making him look much older than he actually was. He didn't care though. He had been in a particularly sour mood, again, and it showed on his face. This job right now was just the kind of thing he needed to try and destress himself. A nice and simple smash job.
Before long Akryn found himself before the lab that his most recent employer called home, and his large fist came down to knock on the door, causing a deep, gong like noise to roll out into the air, followed by a loud CLANG from inside. Akryns eyebrow slowly rose as he stepped back before the door suddenly flew open, revealing a short, thin, young man with large glasses and a long white coat. "Yes, hello, Dr. Phissiks at your.....oh my. Youre a large one." The man said, suddenly stopping and looking up at Akryn with a look of awe.
Akryn sneered at the small man before crossing his arms and glaring. "I am Akryn, one of the ones you hired to fix your little.....robot problem?" Akryn said, trying to keep his ever present anger out of his voice. He didn't really understand why he was always so angry, but it was a constant state of being for him. Constant and brutal. Ever since Eclipse Soul had disbanded he had been angry, and to be certain it wasn't getting better. Whatever the cause of it was though, this old man was not the cause, or target, of his anger, and so he worked to try and keep himself under control, though his teeth were already starting to grind...…
It took nearly half an hour to get the proper information out of the young scientist, a tale of misguided good intentions with harsh consequences, and a rough lay out of where the robots were supposed to be. Akryn could not escape the scientist, and his endless offerings of tea, fast enough after getting the necessary info, and before long he found himself in the general area of the robots, his one silver eye slowly scanning the area for his target.....
