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A boy with glasses- ooh, an intellectual- hobbled over to Est and proceeded to humor his request. The soldier studiously trained his eyes on his pistol, waiting and watching for the smallest sign of metal corrosion until it finally dawned on him that nothing was going to happen. The soldier didn’t even notice the new damp splotch on his shoulder courtesy of Inadi. With a glum sigh, he returned the gun to its holster and faced the humans. Apparently he and Breeze had one, two, three- 

“Wow, your hair is really pretty! Can I touch it!? I don’t know about any other human abilities, but dayum look at that ’do!” Est answered Lesley’s joke nonetheless while reaching out with his free hand to hesitantly pat the tall human. Ohhh heavenly beans, this was the life! “What shampoo do you use? Breeze, Breeeeezeeeee, Bwee- I mean, Breeze! His hair is reaaaaallly sooooooft! Why does everyone have nice hair?” The nobody stepped back and cheerfully beamed down at the humans while his companion introduced herself. Since they all linked arms with each other it was like talking to a whole line of friendly soldiers, and Est assumed that the lovey dovey couple Lesley called out to was the pale girl and the smart-looking boy. Speaking of which….

“Hey, none of you told me your names!” Est exclaimed quite loudly, drawing stares from the passersby. He was, after all, a grown man in a military outfit hollering at a group of people who seemed to be in a younger demographic. “Y’all don’t want me to call you nicknames right? Like Slagathor, Krackmanchucka, Gliceptha… Yeah, so better tell me what to call you with or else!” He adopted a half-hearted frown but dropped it after a few seconds, “geez, can’t believe y’all forgot something as important as that! I guess humans don’t all have photographic memory, huh?”

They were supposed to go to the shooting range because that was what the majority of the Lost Souls suggested. Frankly, Est didn’t mind it that much. He didn’t notice the terrified glances his opponents showered upon him whenever it was time for firing practice, nor the way everyone seemed to want to be on his team when they were all divided for a match. Ah well, what’s fun is fun! Although it was a bit late, Est decided to throw his lot in an attempt to further convince the humans. “Yeah, paintballing for the wiiiiiin, there’s different colors of paint and swirlies- what’s a bea? I mean, a bae? Bweeze, you sure do know a lot of terms,” The blond nobody stared at the merchant who was now pleading with the humans. Japhet suddenly called him and Est straightened up, giving the other guide a salute before replying, “Yeah sure. Appreciate it if you will, bro. See ya!”

“Anyway, you, Mr. Whatever-Yo-Name-Is. You sure you want to come with that leg of yours? We can take it easy and just stroll around. Or we can have you patched up in a MedRite clinic! Or, even better, we can get you a synth to carry you around! Your pick! But, whatever it is, we best get out of the museum,” Est jerked his thumb towards a tour guide who was escorting a bunch of nobodies towards the first exhibit, “it’s going to get real noisy soon and trust me, y’all don’t wanna hear about the Old Age. Boring crap, all war and politics. Frightfully sleep-inducing save for their machines. Now [i]that’s[/i] something they did right!” He suddenly clapped his hands and led the humans out of the museum and into the streets below.

[i]"Don't worry, you won't have the same problems with us. It must be really amazing, living here. Do you have flying cars and giant robots too?"[/i]

“Oh I hope not, kiddo. You saw Lieutenant, right? Story goes she tore some poor monster’s heart out just by glaring at it! Don’t want her to do that to me in case anything happens to you kids!” Est chirped back good-humoredly and moved away from a gigantic brass robot trudging by in the middle of the street. The boy followed up with another question and he was only happy to answer. “Oh geebus! What sort of sorry place doesn’t have those!? Y’know, it’s really amazing, they’ve even got this new form of energy working out. Apparently you can utilize it with steam, but it’s more efficient if you use the Keyne’s motor- pretty new and you can’t trust it all that yet, lemme tell ya- but the results are great! I’ve seen a skycar run for twelve hours on a half liter of coral fuel! Legendary!” It was obvious from the way he talked that Est held a deep adoration for all things mechanical, and he continued explaining various other things as they moved on to the next street.

“By the way, Glasses. How you holding up? Just tell me if you need an- Ooomph!” The soldier turned around to address Inadi and therefore fell over a lump of metal in the middle of the sidewalk. While he tried to compose himself, the heap unfolded and formed the shape of a Labrador, steam hissing out from its copper joints as it sent a curious bark towards the gang’s way.