Morris found that despite being an academy, Starlight was not quite what he expected. For one, there weren't many spare body parts lying around, contrary to what he'd come to expect from his years with the Vorel. The possibility of having science without those parts made him shiver; it was something he was entirely unused to, having always dealt with progress from behind the mist of slowly decaying organic matter.
As such, he decided to move away from the academy itself and explore the island, in the hopes of finding something worthwhile. So far, his research had stalled almost to a grinding halt, and his parts were beginning to get worse. He needed new ones badly - or did he? He couldn't quite tell anymore. Ever since his senses were exposed to the intensely magical air of Manta Carlos, his mental faculties were starting to go slightly... off. To top it off, he'd begun to feel an urge to upgrade his parts that wasn't quite there before.
While lost in his thoughts, Morris suddenly found himself physically lost, having wandered all the way downtown where the lights were blinding and far removed from the wasteland far from civilization he'd grown accustomed to years past. While the magic in the air was less painful on his senses on account of it not being as omnipresent here, the unfamiliar setting was just as harsh on his mental state. He stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of the street, what with his tall frame all covered up in maroon wool with an almost comically undersized head.
A deer caught in headlights was an accurate way to describe Morris at that particular moment. There he stood blocking the way, entirely lost.
"Requesting assist -" he began, but then his attention caught a certain figure strolling through the street. He could faintly sense a familiar magical signature from this relatively short figure as it passed by him, and without hesitation he put one hand on its shoulders.
As such, he decided to move away from the academy itself and explore the island, in the hopes of finding something worthwhile. So far, his research had stalled almost to a grinding halt, and his parts were beginning to get worse. He needed new ones badly - or did he? He couldn't quite tell anymore. Ever since his senses were exposed to the intensely magical air of Manta Carlos, his mental faculties were starting to go slightly... off. To top it off, he'd begun to feel an urge to upgrade his parts that wasn't quite there before.
While lost in his thoughts, Morris suddenly found himself physically lost, having wandered all the way downtown where the lights were blinding and far removed from the wasteland far from civilization he'd grown accustomed to years past. While the magic in the air was less painful on his senses on account of it not being as omnipresent here, the unfamiliar setting was just as harsh on his mental state. He stood out like a sore thumb in the middle of the street, what with his tall frame all covered up in maroon wool with an almost comically undersized head.
A deer caught in headlights was an accurate way to describe Morris at that particular moment. There he stood blocking the way, entirely lost.
"Requesting assist -" he began, but then his attention caught a certain figure strolling through the street. He could faintly sense a familiar magical signature from this relatively short figure as it passed by him, and without hesitation he put one hand on its shoulders.
