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Ex-Machina 374 wrote:

Thief's Honor || New Saharia

"Along those lines. I was thinking about developing relations further than-" He's cut off by someone rushing by, and running directly into Ellecon with enough force to knock them both down as the stack of papers he was carrying went everywhere. Immediately he profusely apologized as Jack helped pick up what was dropped, though glaring at the newcomer the whole while. the newcomer quickly explained that he was extremely late for his own meeting and left immediately after his papers were gathered.

After he left, Jack sighed and looked to Ellecon. "You alright? Looked quite rough."

Thief’s Honor || Ex-Machina 374

Ellecon was wearing his ceremonial armor, which nearly doubled his weight. The impact was barely enough to make him stagger and take a solid step back, leaving Price to take the brunt of it. The Executor had noticed the kid approaching mere moments before impact, not thinking anything of it until it was too late.

Surprisingly, the vaunted Executor immediately moved to help the kid pick up his dropped papers. “It’s alright; I know how that feels,” he reassured the boy, Ellecon’s tone shifting noticeably softer. He almost laughed when Price asked if he was okay, as if he didn’t just watch a boy effectively body-slam a man in full-plated power armor. “I am quite alright; I was more worried about him. He struck me hard.”

Yeah. It seemed… too rough. People had bumped into him before, thanks to the wide frame of the armor making him take up a bit more room in a cramped hallway. People much larger than that kid; full-grown military adults. And they barely budged him. Short of trying to tackle him intentionally, it was… incredibly odd…

He didn’t think too much of it. Maybe that was the strangest thing of all.