The first snowfall had begun to... well, fall. Late autumn snow was rare for Bellmuse but, being an island, weather was typically amplified in the area. Despite the snowfall being so early it was coming down rather heavily, the beach in particular had gone from sandy yellow to a driftwood white; the lapping tide exposing the sand before it vanished beneath the fall once more only to be revealed in sequence; tide currently receding into the ocean. Naturally the beach appeared empty, few souls would dare the beach on such a cold day; even creeks tavern appeared firmly closed with orange light glowing within.
The beach was empty that is save for one individual. He appeared but a mass of snow, almost like a car had been driven onto the beach and abandoned or a poor attempt at snow-fort creation. A lumpy cold mass which only the observant would notice the slight movement and with it the shift in snow. Lain beneath the mass of frozen water, as if trapped within a sarcophagus, was an android painted a bright green with what looked to be a television screen for a head. Beneath the frozen mass he was reading what looked to be a comic book, thoroughly soaked by the snow, but his calculated and delicate movements kept it from tearing. The droid had been so immersed in his comic that he'd lost track of time.
You may be wondering quite how that was possible, would a robot not register data at a much faster rate than a human and thus finish the comic in mere minutes? Well... the droid beneath the snow, Flash Driver, had not only been designed in a manner unbefitting or reading but he was taking in the details of the art incredibly closely... how closely you may be wondering? Well he was attempting to understand human and faunus anatomy, that's how close! But learning anatomy from comics of all places, let alone the superhero one he was reading, was most unwise... not that anyone would know just what he was doing until he was uncovered.
The beach was empty that is save for one individual. He appeared but a mass of snow, almost like a car had been driven onto the beach and abandoned or a poor attempt at snow-fort creation. A lumpy cold mass which only the observant would notice the slight movement and with it the shift in snow. Lain beneath the mass of frozen water, as if trapped within a sarcophagus, was an android painted a bright green with what looked to be a television screen for a head. Beneath the frozen mass he was reading what looked to be a comic book, thoroughly soaked by the snow, but his calculated and delicate movements kept it from tearing. The droid had been so immersed in his comic that he'd lost track of time.
You may be wondering quite how that was possible, would a robot not register data at a much faster rate than a human and thus finish the comic in mere minutes? Well... the droid beneath the snow, Flash Driver, had not only been designed in a manner unbefitting or reading but he was taking in the details of the art incredibly closely... how closely you may be wondering? Well he was attempting to understand human and faunus anatomy, that's how close! But learning anatomy from comics of all places, let alone the superhero one he was reading, was most unwise... not that anyone would know just what he was doing until he was uncovered.