(@Quartz) Nyaru: Yes, and furthermore - he thought that all of Earth's population are perverts too. And what's better, his ideas have infected a lot more! I love that kind of humans! ~giggles in glee~
Hastur comes by Okita and Asagi.
Hastur: You look somewhat agitated to observe new ways of creatively destroying people.
Turax: ~reaches behind his back and produces a small, rectangular metal box~
"Behold."
~he presses a button on the box and it unfolds into a fancy shotgun
~
"The M-300 Claymore. One of the only two useful things humanity has contributed to the galaxy. One shot from this baby can put a hole through a Thresher Maw's abdomen, and the knockback will rip the arms of whoever fired it clean off, unless they are either augmented to hell and back, or a Krogan."
edited 29th Aug '16 12:54:04 PM by LeChuck4
(@Albert) Nyaru: [Speech: 500%] [Charisma: 20] [Perk: Dark Messiah] Oh how cute, was that an attempt to persuade or coerce me? You should just ask yourself a question, do you really want it or not.
(@Quartz) Nyaru: Hmm? What does it mean to me or what do I mean?
(@Asagi) Hastur: I... have to admit that you're right.
(@Okita) Hastur: But are you proficient with guns? I always thought of you as of a swordswoman...
There is a beat as Lars paused.
"...", before he waves the notion away. "Okay, bad analogy or metaphor, whichever applies. Onto a more serious matter—it would do well for us to acquaint ourselves with the men we are working with."
"Would you like to meet my subordinates, while we are here?"
edited 29th Aug '16 1:06:31 PM by f1r3lemon
всегда веренHe leads Turax to a more secluded and quieter area of the hangar, amidst the hubbub and activity of the station's service docks and crew members carting around and doing maintenance work.In one spot, is a sizeable jeep caked with dried mud and slush, crates being unloaded and examined by Osvald and Liman. Anri is in front of the jeep with a map on the hood, fingers to the chin of the mask as she leans in and crosses out a spot on the map.
As Turax and Lars approaches, Osvald stops the unloading process, getting a drone-dog to help Liman out while he walks over to the pair. He gives a salute to Lars, which Lars returned and a polite nod to Turax.
"Sirs."
всегда верен"At ease, sergeant.", Lars replied while nodding to the sergeant. "This is Turax of Urdnot, whom I have told you about. Turax, this Sergeant Stahl. Second of command in this little outfit of ours in lieu of my presence."
Osvald extended a hand for a handshake, saying " 'S good to meet you, sir. I heard you 're the one that's in charge overall?"
всегда верен(@Quartz) Nyaru: These people show that human mind is prone to receiving memes as one would receive diseases or viral infections. Guess how many times did I pose as a preacher or a leader to instigate a war or settle up a cult?
(@Albert) Nyaru: ~giggles~ And how can you be sure that I won't implant something weird and horrible inside you as a result of the process, making you sire a terrible creature in "The Alien" vein? Or maybe even worse... ~Nyarlathotep's smirk can't be assessed - he either jokes or is laughing as he imagines the outcome.~

Asagi:
How much is it?!
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