8th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Things have died down. And now there's nothing going on but pounding, pouring rain.]

[While the old timer should probably have gone to refuel, he opts instead to go out in the wet. Why? He can't really say. Maybe he's disappointed he let his charges down -- after checking everywhere, it's become obvious Zuko is no longer among the Keep's guests. Maybe he feels he failed them some other way -- he should have been the one to put an end to Riku, not Xanth.]

[... He should still be on the Shore.]

[Try as he might these few weeks, he can't shake that feeling. There's something missing. And it's painful. Like he's missing a vital internal component.]

[Ironhide winds up near the lake, in the middle of the downpour, just staring out at the water. The water pings off his armor. He never thought he'd admit it, but the sound and motion of the waves is... well.]

[It's familiar.]

[And therefore, it's comforting.]

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmn.

... You should get inside.

[missmimmi]

[Her first inclination was to protest, because she likes the rain and she's fine okay, but then she thinks logically about it. She's been soaking wet for a while now.]

You are right. I shall head back, I suppose.

[Dry clothes sounds like a great idea.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He nods to her. Organics aren't meant to get soaking wet and... be healthy afterward.]

[The damp just irritates his joints.]

[missmimmi]

[Mimmi gives Ironhide a small smile.]

Bis wir uns wiedersehen, Ironhide.

[She waves, turns, and walks off.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He watches her go for a moment.]

Fein. Du auch.