Report to Moderation Form

Report to Moderation Form
Reporting...	Escape A few days had passed since their breakout from Philadelphia, as Wild and Angel were on the border between the Mideast Territory and Yankee Territory. Inside their motel room, Wild disengaged the power armor from his body and pushed a button on the side. As the compacted armor unfolded and unsheathed itself to its full size, Wild looked over to a set of tools for maintenance. Alongside the bed on the night table, another compacted armor lay, colored in black. For Wild it was maintenance time, as he began checking over his armor. Angel had gone out for the day to do some exploration earlier, so Wild had taken the time to fix hers up first. Having finished, Wild took on his own armor, as he checked his glasses to switch over to diagnostics mode. Part of his equipment included a set of glasses he wore that acted as both the lens to the Gundam and as a display for whatever he needed. A red flash appeared on his display as he inspected the arm of his unit, finding the area and fine-tuning it as needed. As he preceded to continue for the next hour, Wild found some cracks in his armor. Groaning at the additional work needed, Wild picked up some additional tools to repair it before it became a much more serious problem. Finishing his work, he heard the door open and looked over to see Angel returning back. "Angel! Just in time, I finished up the repairs. What did you find?" Wild asks, as he looks on to see Angel's face turn into a scowl at the sight of the room. "Wild! Couldn't you just once work on the floor?" "Sorry but I need the height and the bed's the only one that has that. You know that. Anyway, did you find anything?" "Yeah, I walked around for a bit and found a few places. You said you were done right? The locals recommended a nice restaurant. We could go there." "You sure? We kinda- wait...you went shopping didn't you?" Wild asks, noticing the bag in her hand. Sighing to himself, he shook his head. "You were planning on this weren't you?" Wild asks, pushing the button as the armor compacted itself back. "Yeah. Actually I got some of the night planned if you're willing to play along," Angel says, smiling at her companion. "Oh and it's my treat, so you don't have a choice." Hanging his head in defeat, Wild nodded in defeat. "Ok, fine. Let's get our armors back on," Wild relents, as he hands Angel her armor and puts his own back on. "So, what did you have in mind." "You'll see."
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