rentarc:
‘sorry for the inconvenience, and uh, thanks for the help.’
lowering down his posture, he fitted his hands to the end of each crate’s edge, waiting for her to carry another end of the crate too.
he had already called for a medical staff member who’s going to arrive soon and remedy the injured staff member’s pain. what’s left was to focus on the task that the member failed to complete earlier.
‘seems like we’re going to carry these crates one by one to the room at the left end of that corridor. like, just your normal furniture parts such as nails inside these, varying in sizes.’ to think about it, originium arts and agility were the main focus of his ‘growth’ whilst getting researched on in a laboratory. his strength was merely a bit above average, with a huge reliance to the cartridges installed in his body. using them here was never an ideal option as it provides an extreme propelling force that upset the balance of motion.
‘my name’s rentaro, i hadn’t seen you around here before, have you been working in rhode island for quite a long time?’
“I’m called Mostima and as for working... well, not really. I’m not officially contracted to work as an operator. I’m on the battlefield sometimes, though. Been here for a while, however.” she said.
This was as much as the angel could tell about herself without giving too much away. She does have a reputation to uphold, she thought to herself, even though she didn’t really care about something like that either. There was something intriguing her about Rentaro.
“I’m curious: how long have you been here yourself?” Mostima asked.
After all, she’s extremely interested in Rhodes Island in general - she hasn’t seen anything like it on her travels around Terra, and thus said company is very fascinating to her, even if she has been observing for a while.
