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15. A text for help

5'0"! || @technicolorseas​ || Height comparison! 

[[ Masador is 7.0,  I thought it’d be fun to use the actual A pose I have of him ]]

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Sao takes immediate notice of the tall eliksni at the crossed path, their arms full with recovered Vanguard supplies from uluran looters. Their gaze brightens, they recognize him from Misraaks' house, but they have yet to know his name. The awoken approaches him, calling in a friendly voice, ❝ Velask, friend! Mind if I ask what brings you out here? Perhaps we’re going the same way. ❞

   He’d been a great warrior, once, saw to it that his warring forces razed the landscapes of Humanity for being so lucky as to have the Light on their side. Centuries of this, death and violence and rot for something that they could not have again no matter how hard they wore their hatred (and desperation).

   Moments came and went often as to their place in this system now, beneath the grand shape that sat motionless in the sky above. Namrask sees Riis in the outline of buildings, remembers the Whirlwind between the days, and shudders. Perhaps it will be different, this time, he tells himself. Maybe the Guardians will make a difference and Eliksni and Humanity might yet shoulder this seemingly endless war.

   Namrask grows tense when a voice drifts to him, pushing himself up to his feet swiftly and staring downwards at the Guardian approaching him. They do not sound upset, but it cannot full ebb the dry sense of worry that someone might recognize him and his horrors.

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Arriving on this odd planet wasn't part of his plan. But you made due when you were escaping harm. Jorvek stands outside his ship by an open sea and slowly blinks his two good eyes even as Patch is curled on his shoulder. A movement coming from the distance distracts him and he turns his head in that direction. He’s not sure if he can pull the light this far from the traveler - but at least he had his swords if he needed to fight. 

He really hoped he did not need to do that though. He was, quite tired.

            The weather was nice as usual around the sea, The waves are nicely doing its dance with the wind in a rhythmic pace, seagulls are chilling around and flying around the beach to annoy some humans as they usually do. And at the big white ship, we got our lovely and beloved protagonist: High Tide.

            He was staring at the big ‘watch’ on his wrist, memorizing what Doc Greene instructed to him: “This is the Minimi-Watch, a more conventient, discrete and portable version of the Minimizer! It can shrink you to any size you want, just type in this little panel your desired height and press the blue button to shrink or increase it as much as you want! Just be careful, you will feel dizzy at first for a few moments and do not press the red button if you’re in any specific place or you’ll get quickly back into your normal side and it will be a disaster! Oh, and you can remove your watch safely, you’ll maintain your desired height, just don’t lose it! If you lose and I’m not around, you might’ve to wait untill I get you manually to your normal size with my Minimizer. Oh, and it can be used as a normal watch too, don’t worry.”

            The sea mech let out a low scared groan at the thought of something going wrong, but he somehow trusted the scientist  — even though he doesn’t touch science that much. He chose a random height and pressed the blue button, closing his optics as he felt his mass shifting. When it ended he opened his optics, placing a servo over his helm in dizziness. “Ugh, he sure wasn’t kiddin’ ‘bout the dizzy part,” he said to himself.

            Shaking his helm, he glanced over his watch to see his current height  — a solid and comfortable 6ft tall. The now small blue mech smiled and jumped in the water, swimming his way until a quite known beach he registered on his memory, hoping he can find them there now. High Tide couldn’t help but admire the aquatic life from that angle, he always sees the animals as the size of his pinky digit, but now he could swear they fit his whole servo! He could admire that all day, but for now he got important things to do. 

            A few moments later High Tide reached the beach, walking around the sand for a while as he gazed around the place. This was his ‘meeting point’ where he could easily find Thalia if he needed her. Letting out a nervous vent, he called for them.

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Soundwave helm stays tilted up towards the rain as it continues to pour. It seems like heavy downpour but it could also mean that it was in short bursts. In the mean time Soundwave moves a little to allow more room for Thalia.

<<” Rain duration undetermined “ >>

Though he was still seeing if he could give a guess on how long it might be. Weather could be predictable but its still strange. 

Soundwave tilts his helm back to look at the pedes. Unable to make it in time to avoid full damage as marks decorate the armor plating. Nothing that he couldn’t manage but there was still a sting. 

TWO TRUTHS & A LIE.