As the people below went about their lives, wandering the Bellmuse streets. Going about their lives, regular lives with the aftertaste of abnormality. The butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker made their way through life, relying on others to maintain the normality of those lives. Dependent on huntsmen and huntresses to watch out for the unsavory beasts, to keep them from infiltrating their quiet lives.
It felt like a lot of pressure. More than even a two meter tall, metal, one hundred and fifty kilogram robot could bear. And he had additional load bearing supports, specifically to deal with pressure. Granted, the droid supposed that was for physical pressure and not emotional or metaphorical pressures. Such a thought didn't help though.
The large mechanical man was roaming the rooftops, leaping from place to place with the aid of his massive mechanical legs. His shadow briefly shielding those bellow from the UV-rays... or sun-thing like that. Those who looked up could just s-teal a look at his blue-green form as he leaped. Landing atop a flat roofed bakery the droid couldn't help but scan the surrounding area, looking for anything out of place.
He found... nothing. Nothing was wrong, nothing was out of the ordinary. The world around him was pleasant and peaceful. Children played in the street bellow, older men and women enjoyed their lunches. Ice-cream vendors and hot-dog vendors, happily selling their goods. Lots of people walking dogs and the occasional cat wandering around the rooftops alongside him. Feline like everything was fine, the droid attempted to relax.
And so, still feeling slightly guilty to be goofing off at all, the robot sat down. Legs dangling over the edge of the establishment's roof. Swinging slightly. He pulled his screen forward, opening his head, reaching within he pulled out a comic book. Opening it wide Flash attempted to immerse himself in it's pages. Drawing attention from those below and within the building, it would seem despite his years here there were still many who didn't quite know what to make of him. Or perhaps they just hadn't seen a giant ex-warmachine reading comics atop a bakery. It was an abnormal sight.
It felt like a lot of pressure. More than even a two meter tall, metal, one hundred and fifty kilogram robot could bear. And he had additional load bearing supports, specifically to deal with pressure. Granted, the droid supposed that was for physical pressure and not emotional or metaphorical pressures. Such a thought didn't help though.
The large mechanical man was roaming the rooftops, leaping from place to place with the aid of his massive mechanical legs. His shadow briefly shielding those bellow from the UV-rays... or sun-thing like that. Those who looked up could just s-teal a look at his blue-green form as he leaped. Landing atop a flat roofed bakery the droid couldn't help but scan the surrounding area, looking for anything out of place.
He found... nothing. Nothing was wrong, nothing was out of the ordinary. The world around him was pleasant and peaceful. Children played in the street bellow, older men and women enjoyed their lunches. Ice-cream vendors and hot-dog vendors, happily selling their goods. Lots of people walking dogs and the occasional cat wandering around the rooftops alongside him. Feline like everything was fine, the droid attempted to relax.
And so, still feeling slightly guilty to be goofing off at all, the robot sat down. Legs dangling over the edge of the establishment's roof. Swinging slightly. He pulled his screen forward, opening his head, reaching within he pulled out a comic book. Opening it wide Flash attempted to immerse himself in it's pages. Drawing attention from those below and within the building, it would seem despite his years here there were still many who didn't quite know what to make of him. Or perhaps they just hadn't seen a giant ex-warmachine reading comics atop a bakery. It was an abnormal sight.