Tucker had seen a lot since he arrived: aliens (which was pretty par for the course for him), superheroes, weird powers, Chosen One without Chosen Features. He thought that by this point, he was way beyond being surprise by anything that walked by; there was absolutely no way that they could throw something at him that would leave him standing there with his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide, questioning his own sanity.
But, who knew that a twenty-foot robot could change that.
A twenty-foot shape-shifting robot could change a lot of things.
...His swords were big, which made them kinda awesome by default.
Really, Tucker had just been on his way to the mess before, well, running into that. Since Carolina had left, he had been spending time by himself, just bullshitting and hanging out lowkey. Maybe that seclusion was his first mistake.
"What the fuck have I been missing?" Because it was clearly badass, or totally acid-like at this point.
A. ...a million years later.
But, who knew that a twenty-foot robot could change that.
A twenty-foot shape-shifting robot could change a lot of things.
...His swords were big, which made them kinda awesome by default.
Really, Tucker had just been on his way to the mess before, well, running into that. Since Carolina had left, he had been spending time by himself, just bullshitting and hanging out lowkey. Maybe that seclusion was his first mistake.
"What the fuck have I been missing?" Because it was clearly badass, or totally acid-like at this point.