[ He knows why his feet take him to Orin. He'd read his file.
Assessment --
"Magitech Golem". It is difficult to tell if Orin experiences the loneliness of being one of the few Magitech golems in existence, given how he associates himself with human beings as though he was one himself.
Perhaps he does not see the need for differentiating himself, given the positive reinforcement he has had since the start of his existence.
--Brigade felt he could relate in a way.
He'd read in the Arcanum that most Prometheans had the driving urge to become human. Brigade himself, had never felt that need, having come to life and having been brought up in a unique situation -- his had Disquiet never affected the HECATON, the troops that had given their blood and dogtags in his creation. His Wasteland had never taken effect at the base where Dr. Eisenstein (then already a senile Redeemed) stayed, kept there by his friends out of love and loyalty for him. For all intents and purposes, he'd lived a good part of his early life as a human and thus never felt that same desperation the other of his kind seemed to feel.
It was perplexing. Brigade, in the 122 years of his life, had never come to terms with who or what he was. He simply lived with his condition and dealt with it in ways he felt were efficient.
As he approaches from the distance and sees the gigantic form of Orin come into view, something else catch his eye -- Josh?
He's sweaty and a bit flushed. He'd been jogging. He's out-of-breath. He's out of shape for a former Star Quarterback. All Brigade knows are the little bits and pieces he put together from speaking with Josh -- Josh stopped running, and spent his time in a back kitchen of a restaurant. Josh stopped running cause he died and was only now coming to terms with it. ]
Fancy seeing you here. Here I thought we'd do this after our first jog.
if there had been CR with Orin already, I was going to throw-out a voice from above, Brig on Orin.
[ He knows why his feet take him to Orin. He'd read his file.
Assessment --
--Brigade felt he could relate in a way.
He'd read in the Arcanum that most Prometheans had the driving urge to become human. Brigade himself, had never felt that need, having come to life and having been brought up in a unique situation -- his had Disquiet never affected the HECATON, the troops that had given their blood and dogtags in his creation. His Wasteland had never taken effect at the base where Dr. Eisenstein (then already a senile Redeemed) stayed, kept there by his friends out of love and loyalty for him. For all intents and purposes, he'd lived a good part of his early life as a human and thus never felt that same desperation the other of his kind seemed to feel.
It was perplexing. Brigade, in the 122 years of his life, had never come to terms with who or what he was. He simply lived with his condition and dealt with it in ways he felt were efficient.
As he approaches from the distance and sees the gigantic form of Orin come into view, something else catch his eye -- Josh?
He's sweaty and a bit flushed. He'd been jogging. He's out-of-breath. He's out of shape for a former Star Quarterback. All Brigade knows are the little bits and pieces he put together from speaking with Josh -- Josh stopped running, and spent his time in a back kitchen of a restaurant. Josh stopped running cause he died and was only now coming to terms with it. ]
Fancy seeing you here. Here I thought we'd do this after our first jog.