[ ARRIVAL + EXPLORING ] [... not where he expected to wake up, after hearing the recall. Not even a little. He doubly did not expect to show up in the armor. But that's probably better than not having it at all.]
[After depositing it safely in his assigned room -- the door of which he has to hunker down and duck through -- it's definitely time to poke around. Reinhardt pauses for a moment, taking up what has to be almost half the hallway, absently browsing his MID for directions.]
[This is all very fascinating, though. And it takes almost everything in him not to go poking around immediately. He's got to do this more carefully and methodically and...]
[Ooo. Observation deck? Rec area?]
[It's not long before his attention is diverted. He can be found poking around those areas. Probably lifting a weight or two. Or browsing the Library's fantasy and history sections, with the books looking comically small in the massive man's hands.]
[ RAGE RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT ] Excellent! Target practice!
[Bellows the walking suit of armor. Over seven feet tall, it's probably easily mistaken for one of the Cybertronians. Since it's complete with glowing bits and pieces, bipedal, and moves easily enough.]
[It's also equipped with a gigantic hammer.]
[A hammer which is whistling through the air toward a glowing ball. Whether or not it strikes remains to be seen. But that isn't going to stop him from trying.]
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[ RAGE #2 ] [Or maybe you don't see this guy hitting away the creatures like baseballs in an insane little league game. Maybe one has cornered you. Or maybe more have.]
[Regardless, without warning, something huge and metal charges up. It isn't aiming for you -- far from it.]
Hold on! Do not worry--!
[On that last word, something bright sparks to life, spreading from an outstretched, and equally massive hammer held out like a ward. A shield.]
I will be your shield, my friend. Are you hurt?
[Well. For a big scary hunk of power armor, he's sure friendly.]
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[... not where he expected to wake up, after hearing the recall. Not even a little. He doubly did not expect to show up in the armor. But that's probably better than not having it at all.]
[After depositing it safely in his assigned room -- the door of which he has to hunker down and duck through -- it's definitely time to poke around. Reinhardt pauses for a moment, taking up what has to be almost half the hallway, absently browsing his MID for directions.]
[This is all very fascinating, though. And it takes almost everything in him not to go poking around immediately. He's got to do this more carefully and methodically and...]
[Ooo. Observation deck? Rec area?]
[It's not long before his attention is diverted. He can be found poking around those areas. Probably lifting a weight or two. Or browsing the Library's fantasy and history sections, with the books looking comically small in the massive man's hands.]
[ RAGE RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT ]
Excellent! Target practice!
[Bellows the walking suit of armor. Over seven feet tall, it's probably easily mistaken for one of the Cybertronians. Since it's complete with glowing bits and pieces, bipedal, and moves easily enough.]
[It's also equipped with a gigantic hammer.]
[A hammer which is whistling through the air toward a glowing ball. Whether or not it strikes remains to be seen. But that isn't going to stop him from trying.]
~
[ RAGE #2 ]
[Or maybe you don't see this guy hitting away the creatures like baseballs in an insane little league game. Maybe one has cornered you. Or maybe more have.]
[Regardless, without warning, something huge and metal charges up. It isn't aiming for you -- far from it.]
Hold on! Do not worry--!
[On that last word, something bright sparks to life, spreading from an outstretched, and equally massive hammer held out like a ward. A shield.]
I will be your shield, my friend. Are you hurt?
[Well. For a big scary hunk of power armor, he's sure friendly.]