hey awesome i approve of mechs
if i had my way id have a fuckin army of them goin around fucking people up
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-A small smirk breaks on her face-
Clever. It will not serve you well, however.
-With a flash, he draws her rapier and parrying dagger-
-The air around the rapier seems to distort with heat, as if a flame burned within-
I see you have slain my associate, no matter, clearly he was not fit to live.
I can only assume it your custom to appropriate weapons from your victims. Seeing by that trident, I must say you are quite proficient.
It is a shame you could not come in my employ, I have need for killers like you, but you complicate our plans far more than I can allow.
No, actually I spared that Assassin of yours.
The trident is confiscated. Yurt's weaponry was because he was a man from Carim.
Plus, I didn't trust it to be a real corpse.
Though, I have no clue about how I am hampering your plans.
I am not even of your world. You have the wrong Lautrec, my dear.
-looks to Rennor, almost like "I've got this"-
edited 3rd Sep '14 6:05:22 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postwell you got some catchin up to do
can we go for a ride?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Lordran's time, is convoluted. The future is always murky. Surely you know that.
And this place is a meeting point between entire worlds, some not even remotely close to that variation which you and I call home.
Is it really so far of a jump to think that you have the wrong Lautrec?
Why, your plans back home could be even more hampered because I'm running free, due to you- and your departed accomplice- being here instead of there. Where you couldn't find me.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

...Okay.
dead devotion(Heads over to Archer.)
...I-it's me. Fen's going to heal you. She's right here.
(Starts moving him to her, trying to be as gentle as possible.