Despite the ease and speed of his departure, Mirage took his time. He set a leisurely pace around the entire circumference of the mountain housing the Ark. He wanted to inspect the area himself, as was proper; the...unique nature of the location made him want to be doubly sure of his plans.
Organic worlds. So...gritty and constantly shifting, with it's irregular ground and sopping wetness.
Yuck.
Even he had been subject to Hound's encouragement to explore, and while the green mech was something of friend, Mirage certainly wasn't doing this for the scenery.
Eventually, his path came full circle, if higher up on the mountain than when he started. The tree-line seemed like a good place to start - a natural boundary line between stark rock and leafy organic life, with great slabs of rock that could almost be mistaken for crude altars.
If one was missing their optics. But still! It would suffice.
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Date: 2013-11-12 08:56 am (UTC)Organic worlds. So...gritty and constantly shifting, with it's irregular ground and sopping wetness.
Yuck.
Even he had been subject to Hound's encouragement to explore, and while the green mech was something of friend, Mirage certainly wasn't doing this for the scenery.
Eventually, his path came full circle, if higher up on the mountain than when he started. The tree-line seemed like a good place to start - a natural boundary line between stark rock and leafy organic life, with great slabs of rock that could almost be mistaken for crude altars.
If one was missing their optics. But still! It would suffice.
Mirage transformed and took out his box.