(@Longram) Nyaru: Just as I've ruined your world, cutie. ~gives the most lighthearted and endearing smile one could see in their life~
(@Albert) Nyaru: Jokes aside, his genetic material is rather impressive for someone whose ilk was subjected to inbreeding and gene pollution for a couple of centuries. Your strains, on the other side, are a mess. I'd understand missing brain, but... ants? Amusing.
-For a moment Six forgets about his completely trustworthy friend-
-and handles the Claymore, inspecting and sighting in the weapon-
-Those with a passive +10 to Knowledge (Firearms) will notice he is displaying excellent trigger discipline, keeping his finger away from the shoot lever-
Six: Damn. Handles like a sniper rifle. If it was compressed into a brick, anyways.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp.""Hospitalized, one way or another.", Osvald replied while Lars kept an eye on the stranger and then to Six, spotting the discipline as do Osvald, but neither made any mention to it. "That's why its just the four of us when we came by—everyone else is on bed rest. Doctor's order."
edited 29th Aug '16 2:48:34 PM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен(@Longram) Nyaru: ~responds to the stare with a mischievous self-confident smile~ No, I am the one who has spent over ten thousand years to orchestrate mankind's ultimate test of evolution in form of mass extinction via nuclear fire. But given my current mask, can't blame you for mistaking me for a Chinese.
(@Albert) Nyaru: Well, that could also be called progress or evolution of sorts. You're expanding your horizons. That's something I'd approve of, this way you're funnier to throw challenges at. A pity that I'm the only Outer God that gives a damn.
Six: -nods to Hathor, Okita, and Quartz-
-after a few more moments testing out the heavy weight of the Claymore he hands the weapon back to Turax-
edited 29th Aug '16 2:58:00 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."-Azzie could find an Imca person, maybe Aura-
-Lisa is still with Nya, listening-
Lisa: ...You talk a mighty big game for someone so small.
Hathor: -looks at the claymore- Is that a new weapon?
(@Longram) Nyaru: ~displays a bit of surprise~ I'd abstain from using these strong epithets, but I admit that I'm glad that my fame precedes me. That whelp, I guess, has let a bit slip off his tongue.
(@Lisa) Nyaru: As I said, size doesn't really matter. ~winks deceptively~
Hastur's still by Okita and the bunch that has assembled there.
(@Okita) Hastur: That said, if you need something manufactured, I think I've seen a craftsman of suitable level of skill around.
edited 29th Aug '16 3:05:30 PM by TheRiddleOfCards

Observing Longram sleeping, Nyarlathotep tilts his head quizzically.
Nyaru: Hmm, a peculiar specimen has succumbed to natural neccessities? Weird, given that he looks surprisingly well-developed for your race~