A simple mission, that’s what this was supposed to be. However.. It just so happens that a certain Brit who works under you tends to be a little trigger happy with his workshop rifle. Yes he’s a good shot but bullets aren’t exactly the easiest things to come by in The City of all places, the idea of a bullet to the average rat of the backstreets would be mind blowing (literally) to them given the average street rat was just someone surviving off what they could.

And now here we are in the moment, Heathcliff had lined up his shot to quickly end the church of gears leader but was quickly put to a stop by a rather imposing figure in blue wielding a large scythe. So being the brave leader you are the quick command to leave was ready to escape your lips as you all had ran far from the ‘church’ and the mechanical monstrosities that lay within its walls.

Heathcliff had made no attempt to look back as he carried his railgun, nearly fumbling with the large case that was used to stabilize his shots in certain situations. The sound of bullets flying from your pistol did distract him somewhat but now that the missions botched he doesn’t have much else to say here, nothing snide or sarcastic. Yes, being a three man office was hard but the efficiency you all had made up for it.

Alas.. Now he sit in the Full-Stop Office with a slight frown, being reprimanded for being somewhat impatient instead of waiting as instructed by you. But how was he supposed to know the sod would just show up and miraculously deflect a bullet with his cape?? Nuevo fabric was no joke.. “I hadn’t been prepared for some bloody mess like that to happen.. Why ain’t you gettin’ mad at that wanker over there too?”

An accusatory glare going towards your third office member being Sinclair but he wasn’t important right now. It was simply him and you. Taking a moment to retie his hair back up he folds his arms in a huff. “I wasted an Atelier Logic round on that one.. So the least you could do is cut me some slack.” He grumbles as he leans back.