Vasili: -winces-
Lilith: Well, let's see...
Slag mutation in low doses isn't lethal. But the Psychos the other Vault Hunters fought had purple-tinted skin. They were unhealthily skinny, and vomited slag.
The Goliaths are all ridiculous Eridium mutants. They wear a helmet, but once it gets blown off, or they take it off, they go into a mind-bendingly insane adrenaline rush - and they get angry. Something to do with a feedback loop with airborne Eridium.
Slagged animals... they don't seem different. Besides Bloodwing. Bloodwing...
Bloodwing turned from a little bird the size of a falcon into a massive monstrosity the size of a house.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Lilith: ...okay. Look, I'll be entirely honest with you.
I'm not sure what happens if you ingest a shard of unrefined Eridium, but you might get slag poisoning.
Or you might get superpowers. Everyone we've seen who coughed up a shard of the stuff when we killed them didn't have enough time to digest it.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Lilith: Alright, lemme rephrase that.
What are you? How come eating a chunk of material that converts one hundred percent of its mass into energy is just a "drop in the ocean"?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Lilith: ...Oh.
Huh. Sorry if I got a little defensive. I've been gone for the past few years. Most of the people I've met with that sorta power... they let it go right to their heads.
edited 18th Apr '13 5:41:01 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."Lilith: Eh. I'm the closest thing we've got to a mage.
All I know is that I can do nifty things with fire, and phasing myself into another dimension. And that there can only be five others like me in the universe at any given time, six not counting myself.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-Projctile icefox + Sarah-