[If there's one thing Pokey will always pick up on, it's the scream or cry of a Picky. There could be a hundred other noises, a thousand, bursting at the same time and Pokey would still be able to pick up on that scream for help. It's natural instinct, developed since the time he was five, and even after years, centuries, of being apart from his brother it hasn't dulled a bit.
Pokey didn't often given thanks for things in his life. But right now? When he saw the monsters surrounding Picky? He was thankful, even more than he had initially been, to have Josephine back online right now.
He wasn't sure Josephine would make it in time, at first, but he was able to push it, and the mech's leg came crashing down on the monster closest to Picky, piercing and crushing the demon into the snow and soil.
Pokey just looked over at Picky from atop the mech, his face blank. There was a lot he wanted to say to his brother: apologies, screaming at him for being dumb enough to be out, asking what he thought he was doing. Instead, he only says three words.]
Run home. Now.
[Before the mech turns to face the rest of the demons.
No one is fucking with his little brother. Not today. No one.]
no subject
Pokey didn't often given thanks for things in his life. But right now? When he saw the monsters surrounding Picky? He was thankful, even more than he had initially been, to have Josephine back online right now.
He wasn't sure Josephine would make it in time, at first, but he was able to push it, and the mech's leg came crashing down on the monster closest to Picky, piercing and crushing the demon into the snow and soil.
Pokey just looked over at Picky from atop the mech, his face blank. There was a lot he wanted to say to his brother: apologies, screaming at him for being dumb enough to be out, asking what he thought he was doing. Instead, he only says three words.]
Run home. Now.
[Before the mech turns to face the rest of the demons.
No one is fucking with his little brother. Not today. No one.]