(@Hrodland) Laguna: Hmm, can't doubt your words on that one. >.> But, I guess, you've had it as hard, heh. Welp, guess that's one for the night. ~finishes the bottle~ Dinnae get my time for sightseeing. Care to help me fill that one up? (:
~Pickman is still sleeping on duty, as is Tamamo Vicchi.~
Hrodland: Sure, why not?
~Hrodland and Laguna walk around, looking at what's there worth to look at~
(@Hrodland) Laguna: Heh, I've been sure that a place dominated by The Imperium would be desolated and barren, but this planet is an exception.
edited 29th Jun '16 2:37:23 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
-Sloth bumps into Laguna/Hrodland again-
Sloth: Oh, um, hello...
Hrodland: Oh, hello again
(@Laguna) It couldn't be that bad everywhere, could it ?
~and then Laguna's leg goes cramped again~
(@Sloth) Laguna: ... Hello... Nice day, ain't it? >.>
(@Hrodland) Laguna: Well, I like seeing them places being clear and fine... Somewhat due to you people. (:
Hrodland: Hm? How so?
(@Hrodland) Laguna: Well, you've defended that sector from the World Eaters. That's a big mark in my book, mind you. (: And the reason I've decided to join you people. But don't mind it, that's circumstantial - you people are great to hang out with, that's the main point. ^.^
Hrodland: Heh, thanks...
Sloth: @Laguna: ...I'm doing okay, but... why is your leg... er... do I even want to know?
-her embarrassment is evident-
-Let's add more embarrassment-
-A young half-eldar child with a weird pet creature napping on her shoulder comes across the unlikely meeting-
Lofn: Um, is that guy going to be alright? ._.
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)(@Eldar Child) Laguna: Eh, I... hope so. >.>
(@Sloth) Laguna: I... guess? Anyway, nice to meet you lady! Name's Laguna, don't make these body... weirdnesses? ... repulse you!
-Albert sends a message to Samus asking if she is done with that meeting-
Will make dad jokes for friends.Sloth: Um, nice to meet you... my name's Sloth. And it's alright, I'm just concerned that I'm, um, the cause of these "reactions"...
-Samus notes she's done-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Hrodland: It's, uh, probably not that important >_>
-CONTINUING FROM YESTERDAY-
Six: ...yeah, if you wanna spill go ahead. Not like she's here, is she?
Pires: He stole someone's face. In the most literal term possible.
I don't respect that.
edited 29th Jun '16 4:01:09 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Dabih: True, she's not >_<
Bromlin: Shit what?
Six: So?
-makes a motion to go on-
Pires: ...
Wait.
Shit, that wasn't Leng! I was thinking of someone else.
My apologies. Leng is a good man. Doc Volhard, on the other hand, is most certainly not.
edited 29th Jun '16 4:05:36 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Dabih: Soooo, simply put, she's a bitch >_>
Bromlin: Well, fuck.
Six: The worst kind of person in every way that counts?
Pires: -nods solemnly-
But yeah. The Mog's a fresh one. I was able to procure it from the black market with part of my mission pay.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Dabih: I think, yeah. >_>
... I'm not biased, am I? >_>
Bromlin: Lemme guess, someone fucked up the paperwork and now twenty different companies are making clones of it?
Six: Nah, just the usual assumption for this scenario.
Pires: No, only about four.
Not much demand for light Solo Nobre hardware. Not when the galaxy does much better in that regard.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Dabih: Right >_<
... Anyways, yeah, I feel like she's always treated me like shit, to be honest... >_>
Bromlin: Still cheap enough to interest someone, huh?
-Albert is cleaning and maintaining his weapons-
Will make dad jokes for friends.