Otto had barely anything to do with the entire virtual reality debacle. He's had his fill of machines altering his perception; he wasn't going to tempt fate again, not for some sort of fancy video game, and apparently he was right.
Still, he'd followed the sound of the ruckus, and stuck around until the situation was resolved. He's turning to go, even less interested now in all the Guild hoopla, when he sees a familiar face.
"Peter?" He doesn't suppose he's the most comforting presence in the world. But the kid's alone, visibly panicked, in a crowd that seems largely more concerned with taking photos of the commotion than anything else. So he approaches anyway, his size and a few sharp movements from the actuators easily clearing a bit more space around the both of them. "Come on," he says, venturing to lay a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Let's go out in the hall, it'll be quieter."
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Still, he'd followed the sound of the ruckus, and stuck around until the situation was resolved. He's turning to go, even less interested now in all the Guild hoopla, when he sees a familiar face.
"Peter?" He doesn't suppose he's the most comforting presence in the world. But the kid's alone, visibly panicked, in a crowd that seems largely more concerned with taking photos of the commotion than anything else. So he approaches anyway, his size and a few sharp movements from the actuators easily clearing a bit more space around the both of them. "Come on," he says, venturing to lay a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Let's go out in the hall, it'll be quieter."