Something in that expression closes off, just a little. "...Surprised you know that. No, we got upgrades." He deftly pulls the toothpick from his mouth, slipping it into his breast pocket. Focusing on it, more than Zero. "Few years ago."
A click of tongue behind teeth, a burst of machine-language on a private channel, and Sakugarne reluctantly gets up. Slinking away to the sidelines where the support unit has left a well-chewed piece of rebar, laying down to watch.
And Quintet?
In one smooth motion, he brings his hand up, and snaps his fingers.
The flash it brings gold on green, armour well-equipped and well-maintained. It's no blue bomber's kit, streamlined and young; this one is built for more than just bouts against the latest Wily numbers, no matter how flexible it is for ease of movement.
The helmet still has that iconic crest, though. The visor that calls to mind red and a yellow scarf, just as much as it does SVN-001.
There's no fancy weapons, no sword. No variable weapon system. Quint's arm shifts to buster configuration, and he gestures to it all with it. "Ta-da."
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A click of tongue behind teeth, a burst of machine-language on a private channel, and Sakugarne reluctantly gets up. Slinking away to the sidelines where the support unit has left a well-chewed piece of rebar, laying down to watch.
And Quintet?
In one smooth motion, he brings his hand up, and snaps his fingers.
The flash it brings gold on green, armour well-equipped and well-maintained. It's no blue bomber's kit, streamlined and young; this one is built for more than just bouts against the latest Wily numbers, no matter how flexible it is for ease of movement.
The helmet still has that iconic crest, though. The visor that calls to mind red and a yellow scarf, just as much as it does SVN-001.
There's no fancy weapons, no sword. No variable weapon system. Quint's arm shifts to buster configuration, and he gestures to it all with it. "Ta-da."