[It certainly is a sight, the demon that looms in the hangar. Compared to the Natha mobile suits, the weapon seems as if it could pry away from its feeble restraints at any moment. Takasugi has seen the machine before, along meanderings paths through the station. Every time he passed, it remained, statuesque.
Now debris floats in the absence of gravity; maybe he'd caught it snacking. The cockpit opens, a wide maw poised to consume any fragile composition of flesh and bone that passes.
Takasugi steps onto the walkway, the mesh metal shaking underfoot. As it always does - he hasn't seen technology in any reach of the galaxy manage to stabilize such a crude structure. To reach the cockpit, he sidesteps a shirt drifting by.
There's no remarkable design to it, but he recognizes the scent.
With an arm resting above the entrance to the cockpit, Takasugi leans inside.] Looks like you've caught a demon. [There's no one else here besides Mikazuki, but Takasugi isn't looking at him. He's keened his head to look at what appears to be the control panel.]
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Now debris floats in the absence of gravity; maybe he'd caught it snacking. The cockpit opens, a wide maw poised to consume any fragile composition of flesh and bone that passes.
Takasugi steps onto the walkway, the mesh metal shaking underfoot. As it always does - he hasn't seen technology in any reach of the galaxy manage to stabilize such a crude structure. To reach the cockpit, he sidesteps a shirt drifting by.
There's no remarkable design to it, but he recognizes the scent.
With an arm resting above the entrance to the cockpit, Takasugi leans inside.]
Looks like you've caught a demon. [There's no one else here besides Mikazuki, but Takasugi isn't looking at him. He's keened his head to look at what appears to be the control panel.]