Another pair of rank & file sendai of the proletariat just lounging about on a smoke break apparently.
Indeed sendai keenly partake in filling their lungs with carcinogens. These are not the familiar tobacco, of today, but more of a spiced incense-like concoction that sendai have grown fond of. The smokes are called lidos (lyedos) or, simply smokes, being they're not actually cigarettes in the classic sense. Naturally this also adds to the classic film noir sensibilities 'Whispers of the Deep' will have.
The fellow on the left is a Täppco model sendai. Täppco are known for their deco style toaster or radio head type sendai. This example clearly follows suit, though he has a very radiator kinda vibe going on too. Other Täppco guys can be seen here:
[link][link]The sendai on the right... he looks like a sneaky sneak, with his stylish feature obscuring hoodie.
More to come...
Digitally inked pencils with gray scale tones in CS3.
Am looking for a girl, I said. The sendai, Little mickie, took a drag from his smoke while the neon lights from the gin joint across the street flashed red and blue on his shiny dented metal head.
"I don't do that stuff no more officer", he droned. "I am not a cop and I can make it worth your while", I said, showing the hologram of the missing heiress. Could see the glow in Little Mickie's eyes get brighter, the prospect of extra credits got his attention.
The rain just kept coming down, this town is cursed, its been raining ever since the planet settled in orbit. I waited while the sendai decided whether to help me or not, while the cold rain dripped off his head and ice water slowly found its way through the gaps in my raincoat.
Looks great.