sparkofthestorm
Evac squints. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Are you new?”
“Ever get sucked out of a building through the doors?” He asks as though it happened as often as thunderstorms.
Speaking of which.
“Again? I wanted to push my box outside for some air.” Not as fond of the air or it’s on goings. Evac would rather plot how he was going to stay dry, warm and cozy with his budgies. Hangars boomed awfully with the thunder.
OKay, he definitely wins the ‘who can deal out the worst training’ argument, I’m not continuing that. He’s in charge of that anyway, at least he has recruits.
Stormrunner frowned, feeling a little pity for the blue mech. Not everyone shared her love for the thunder. “Oh, your birds?” She lifted her helm to look at the rolling clouds, trying to gauge the wind. “Mmm....Maybe it’ll blow past us.”












