—Takanuva shakes his head, a little humor in his eyes—
@Roy: Besides the duster I have from Albert, this is what I'm always going to look like. Unless something happens to my elemental power, and I lose it. Otherwise, white and gold are my permanent colors.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.(@Turax) Hastur: There's an incorporeal, interdimensional entity that has massacred a few planets by amplifying epidemia that took place there into full-blown mundocidal pestilential disasters. And it's a spawn of one of my relatives. I'm... bothered. And I need your advice.
(@Quartz) Hastur: Sleep deprivation, that's all.
Forty (@Valerie): (He laughs.) Yeah, those. They go 'pew'. It was a pain to learn how to drive the thing, which is why they normally have two guys do it. But I'm an officer, so of course I got to know the hard stuff. At least I get paid well. Another drink?
(At this point he's maybe slightly tipsy, but besides that, mostly fine. He's on his second glass now.)
(@Roy) Hastur: This might work.
He orders both the whiskey cocktail and ryncol... then mixes those. Which results in something with clear, threatening, greenish glow. Which Hastur promptly downs. In a few moments he starts glowing greenish-yellow and is now registered as dangerously radioactive.
Hastur: ... Okay, luminescent booze is fun enough. ~shakes his head, then smirks, unfazed and still glowing~
(@Turax) Hastur: It doesn't really work that way. Because those with sufficient power aren't giving the fuck, Hastalÿk is one of them. And I give, yet am depowered. Which is exactly the reason why I care - my morals are on your level now.
edited 8th Apr '17 4:07:15 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
Roy: *Thumbs up to Hastur.*
"By the way..."
-*Looks at the robed guys
.*
"Are they havin' a costume party there?"
-*Sips*
edited 8th Apr '17 4:09:28 PM by MrKirb
(@Turax) Hastur: It wasn't. Because I respect you and your folk's history, and thought that you'd be able to share some advice now. ~glows a bit less now as his extremely fast metabolism has started to grind the alcohol down~

Valerie: Big dinosaur man can't get properly drunk, huh?
Six: Yeah. Which is why I "laughed".
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."