Families with kids, couples, mostly people in the business wear Mumbo recognises. Cars and buses float down the roads, and they pass by people as they walk. With all its familiarity, it’s still strange being somewhere so busy. If this works out, it’s a massive step for him. Plus, he might get to prove himself and his designs.
It’s not often he gets to come back here. White buildings reach into the sky, entwined with greenery and tunnelling the layered streets. Stepping out of the hangar bay to concrete roads and pavements. He’ll admit, it’s nice being back on his home planet. Mumbo makes sure to roll his eyes as he takes the lead. “Think I remember my way around.” Wels nods, gesturing for Mumbo to go ahead with a bow. “Let’s go get you to that meeting, then.” Mumbo glances around the shuttle, making sure everything’s shut down. Wels gives him a last smile before putting his helmet on, checking its secure then nodding. Mumbo nods, patting his folder and weapons. “You ready to go?” He asks, holding his hand out. Wels has his helmet under his arm, waiting to put it on. He knows the air is breathable here and it’ll probably help if he’s recognised. His suit has been examined too, even if he’s leaving the helmet on their ship. Iskall refused to let Mumbo go until he checked each of his weapons, cleaning them thoroughly. A brief meeting or not, they all know better than to leave the ship without protection. “Smart decision.” Wels picks up his weapon holster. “Didn’t say you couldn’t, did I?” Wels’s shoulders rise with a smile, his sword coming to rest at his side. Mumbo breathes out, relieved he’s not offended him by accident. “Think you can stop me?” He teases, one eyebrow raised. “You’re going to look it if you bring an actual sword to a tech meeting.” Wels shifts his hold, the sword pointed towards Mumbo in an instant, narrowly avoiding the glass screens he’s holding. It’s the main, if not only, reason he’s back here. Mumbo’s improved, certainly, but he’d argue his reputation does most of the work for him. Thankfully, this is more of an exchange than a pitch. “I’m pretty much ancient next to you.” Mumbo scoffs, flicking through his design folder again. “I feel it.” He tilts his head towards Mumbo with half a smile. “You’re not that much older than me.” Compared to some of the hermits, at least. Mumbo finishes slicking back his hair, trying to get the parting perfect before he replies. “So I’m on babysitting duty.” Wels is an intimidating sight in his suit, sword glinting in his hand. Warnings: violence, electrocution, mind control esq device (not used on anyone), injury, attempted kidnapping, brief imprisonment, pseudo-science lmao
i pick & choose depending on what’ll be most fun, and its up to marzo what (if anything) she wants to keep! enjoy it as it is!! (aka wels has longer hair in this because i have a crayon licence that says ‘i do what i want’.)įeaturing: mumbo has a meeting on his home planet that goes wrong in an impressive way, wels has a sword, an evil tech guy villain, hurt/comfort, me being annoyed i have to use grunts instead of minions because i only see yellow things & good ol’ last minute rescues
Usual psa, may not be completely canon to the au. Guess who’s back at it again in space outlaw au! this is a bit of a shift from my last two, so please heed the warnings below! if you want to know details about any, or think any others should be added, then drop me a message.
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