[audio/video/text: open]

[too_high]

[The feed switches on and cycles through mediums, from audio of something softly growling, to black and white armored hands, flash of a gold visor, and blue sky above as the device is fiddled with, and then settles on text. A couple moments pass before any words are entered.]

AGENT MAINE TO COMMAND. REQUESTING STATUS. UNKNOWN DEPLOYMENT. CLARIFY.

Comments

[too_high]

WASN'T HERE A FEW DAYS AGO.

[Nope not him. Also he's not really the kind to care about other peoples issues, even if they have to do with him directly.]

[notquitedracula]

All to the good, I suppose. Just don't be surprised if some people react poorly to meeting you.

[Most other people probably can't swing battle axes with blades the size of minivans. Granted, it's not an entirely uncommon ability here...]

[too_high]

[He can't help it that he's big and a minivan-blade just fits him better than a puny little pistol ...]

I CAN HANDLE IT.

[Yes, Maine, let's just put everyone's minds at ease shall we?]