Einar: well actually I do have one more thing to say.
You have space wolf ale in stock, so I take it you or someone higher up in your command chain has had dealings with the Imperium. If you don't know who they are, i'd suggest you ask someone who the raven guard are, because you're going to get very familiar with them once this is all over.
-Einar walks out-
(@Albert) Nyaru: You may call it the god's miracle then.
He starts chuckling louder than he usually does, and louder, and yet louder... But doesn't break into laughter and shrugs it off as if that was a hearty joke.
(@Albert) Nyaru: Well then. Don't question your condition. This might bring woe upon you. And I won't elaborate.
(@Okita) ???: I didn't hear you naming yourself, by the way. Sorry for being intrusive.
Six: Okita.
-Well, Riddlefriend-
-You're staring at a mountain of a man. He's, quite simply, ripped. And given the amount of scars, pockmarks, and small discolored blotches on him, he's seen his fair share of fighting-
-Also made obvious by the way he carries himself-
edited 30th Aug '16 2:08:57 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."

Einar: oh just here to say hello and to see how hard my friend can punch.