Bird watched him go. The sound of gunshots coming from the inside of the conference center worried her greatly. What would happen to the others in there? She shuffled her feet, feeling guilty for not doing anything. As the crowds of people rushing out of the theater started to thin out to a trickle, and the sounds of sirens in the distance could be heard, Bird realized she had come to a crossroads in her life. Stand on the sidelines and watch the world, or plunge headfirst into history. The former choice sounded much like her life at the monastery, one that she quickly grew tired of. The latter, however, would get her killed in the end, without a doubt. She looked to the crowds gathering on the streets, the good radius of clear pavement starting to form between the conference building and the bystanders, and finally to the building itself.
She knew her choice. Her legs unfroze from their position, and carried her in swift strides into the building. Instead of heading right for the main stage room, however, she hung a sharp right and charged down the hall, checking other rooms and generally keeping at least a wall between herself and the battle going on in the main presentation room. "Hello?" she called out. "Anyone still in here?" The first priority was to evacuate every bystander. Though Bird doubted there'd be anyone left inside with all this commotion, she wouldn't put it past some kid to be separated from their parents in the panic, and huddled up in a corner somewhere. The small omnic chased the thought away from her processors, focusing on her auditory and visual receptors, pushing them to the max to pick up any sound of injured or otherwise trapped convention goers.
Otakuyaki
She knew her choice. Her legs unfroze from their position, and carried her in swift strides into the building. Instead of heading right for the main stage room, however, she hung a sharp right and charged down the hall, checking other rooms and generally keeping at least a wall between herself and the battle going on in the main presentation room. "Hello?" she called out. "Anyone still in here?" The first priority was to evacuate every bystander. Though Bird doubted there'd be anyone left inside with all this commotion, she wouldn't put it past some kid to be separated from their parents in the panic, and huddled up in a corner somewhere. The small omnic chased the thought away from her processors, focusing on her auditory and visual receptors, pushing them to the max to pick up any sound of injured or otherwise trapped convention goers.
Otakuyaki