Locking up the Sun|| Closed RP askdrbradscott + cy-kingturbo
He wandered Game Central Station with the hood of his tattered cloak up. Turbo couldn't remember where he'd gotten it after his memory loss, but he was grateful to have it since so many people couldn't let go of what he'd done in the past. With the cloak on, and his helmet left in Sugar Rush, there were few who knew his face well enough to recognize him at a passing glance, which was all that was given to him in the crowded station. And of those few that could recognize him, most were friends.
Turbo had come out here for no particular reason, just to get out of Sugar Rush for a while, he loved the game a lot, but sometimes it was nice to get the sugary air out of his lungs. The racer wandered the station aimlessly until he caught sight of a man in armor with a familiar face. It was someone from Hero's Duty, he recognized the armor anywhere, but he knew this guy wasn't part of the corps that tended to hunt him for the Cybug code mixed into his, no this guy was someone he'd met a couple of times. Crap, what was his name. Brent? Brian?
He was sure it started with a 'B'
He approached cautiously, there didn't seem to be any others from his game around, but he was careful any way, "Yo, what's up Doc?" He asked, avoiding the embarrassment of not being sure of the guy's name by remembering at least that he was a doctor.
