"I've been trying toβ" well, ok, not really. He's just been clinging to the seat like that's close enough to actually being seated, but maybe he should try to fix that before this gets even more turbulent. He grumbles halfheartedly, putting his trust in Jakob's capabilities as he drops his focus long enough to drag himself into the pilot's chair, awkwardly fumbling for the seatbelt as the entire robot flails violently around them. Finally, the seatbelt light at the edge of the control panel blinks off.
Add looks a little ridiculous, considering he has the body of a small child in an adult-sized pilot seat, but whatever. They already gave up on controlling it so this is just so he doesn't crash into the exit switch again or something stupid like that. He's still holding one of Jakob's vessels in his hand tightly, and he reaches out for the rest of them once he's properly belted downβJakob is unlikely to get hurt like this, but it would also be really stupid if Add lost an eye to a flying spoon. Both of them are staying put.
"Alright, what's..." the plan, but he sees it for himself instead. The spoons have definitely regrouped, and their view from the mech's eyes is... well, it sure is something. "Right. Okay. I can work with this."
They can work with this. The two metal dragons clash, steel grinding against steel, dicetium alloy meeting... uh, plastic. Actually, their creation may be slightly outclassed here, though what it lacks in durability it can make up for in telekinetically-powered strength and... "regeneration"? They have a lot of spoons to work with. If they just keep throwing spoons at it, will that be enough to win?
The cockpit shakes as the Nasod beast roars all around them, some exciting new warnings flashing onto the holoscreens as the spoon-dragon (the Dragspoon, perhaps) thrusts a dull claw into one of its adversary's mechanical gashes. A convenient diagram of the mech on one screen highlights a big red 'oh fuck' region on its left side. That faintly smokey scent is probably nothing important.
"If we can disable one of the wings, maybe..." Add mumbles, focusing most of his attention on helping keep their abomination intact.
not until we have a proper kaiju battle right over amaterasu's temple!!!!!
Add looks a little ridiculous, considering he has the body of a small child in an adult-sized pilot seat, but whatever. They already gave up on controlling it so this is just so he doesn't crash into the exit switch again or something stupid like that. He's still holding one of Jakob's vessels in his hand tightly, and he reaches out for the rest of them once he's properly belted downβJakob is unlikely to get hurt like this, but it would also be really stupid if Add lost an eye to a flying spoon. Both of them are staying put.
"Alright, what's..." the plan, but he sees it for himself instead. The spoons have definitely regrouped, and their view from the mech's eyes is... well, it sure is something. "Right. Okay. I can work with this."
They can work with this. The two metal dragons clash, steel grinding against steel, dicetium alloy meeting... uh, plastic. Actually, their creation may be slightly outclassed here, though what it lacks in durability it can make up for in telekinetically-powered strength and... "regeneration"? They have a lot of spoons to work with. If they just keep throwing spoons at it, will that be enough to win?
The cockpit shakes as the Nasod beast roars all around them, some exciting new warnings flashing onto the holoscreens as the spoon-dragon (the Dragspoon, perhaps) thrusts a dull claw into one of its adversary's mechanical gashes. A convenient diagram of the mech on one screen highlights a big red 'oh fuck' region on its left side. That faintly smokey scent is probably nothing important.
"If we can disable one of the wings, maybe..." Add mumbles, focusing most of his attention on helping keep their abomination intact.