“Now, spin-offs and inspired animations can do surprisingly well when handled with tact and well—when I was designing this I had made sure to keep you in mind.” He’s awfully proud of the effort, flipping over the sketchbook to show off the sketch of the Clockie and friends inspired mech complete with notes.
“See, this takes from a genre on my planet called super sentai. The pilot for each piece of the Clockie mech would be specifically chosen because of how they embody the specific traits and beliefs of the characters themselves. Their hardships may mirror as well, but together they truly show what they can all overcome.”
When it comes to learning about the imaginary realm of creations, whether fashioned by the pen, discussed through word or simply express in each artist's language, it felt as if there was a ravine of treasures awaiting him. Terminology such as spin-offs he's seen met with mixed reception on the internet, while the initial thought in his mind was Isn't it better if there's more? His journey within Penacony has broadened his horizon on a few matters.
Keeping a spirited sense of the base concept's authenticity felt like a important pre-requisite.
So color him surprised when Welt invited him for a momentary sit down. His own reading material being contently pushed to the side for the time. "Me in mind? Gotta ask Mr.Yang, just how so?" Believe it or not, this man was one of the few who could stir that genuine sense of respect out of the Trailblazer. That innate curiosity to simply explore remains as a guiding torch within his eyes as he studiedd the sketches introduced below.
Somehow, it feels like he almost gets how it'd feel to be in workshop similar to the sort Mikhail grew in. Except the comparison are these imagined mechs vs the gear imbued industry of pocket watches. A sense of wonder courses through Caelus as he scoots closer, hands placed upon the table, a ways away from the parchment of his work as he surveys again, again and again. Simply admiring how the work of pen, pencil and the golden note of practice managed to draw this concept to the living world.
"Goddamn I.. Look at this! You've been in the art lab puttin' life into these?"
Somehow, there's a sentimental note that rings as Welt explains the motivations. A prideful flame blooms within the Trailblazer's chest, coursing freely, extending to each and every member of the Astral Express in question. It felt impossible to keep such a jubilant expression at bay when the pieces just click. "Just like us, just like the Express." The words found themselves freed without second thought.
When it comes down to it, their beliefs may differ, they each hold a pillar of resolve that serves as shining stars amidst the deep cosmos of space, nonetheless they come together happily with courage in their hearts. He couldn't deny the emotional stir as a certain hat blooms into being, pressed close to Caelus's chest as he turns to Welt.
It was... Hard to put exactly how he feel into words. How do you articulate appreciation like this exactly?
Welt's art has reached him.
"Thick or thin, from the hottest planes to the coldest ends of space. Mr.Yang, I want you to know that I'll always have your back. That I'm a pretty selfish guy when it comes to looking out for those I care for, our Express."
Super Sentai, huh? He'll have to genuinely check out some reccomendations.
