(@Hathor) No Name: Impressive. That must be some True Magic, one that mages in my world could replicate only in the Age of Gods. And why is your skin colour... so peculiar? Consequences of magic abuse?
(@Roy) Hastur: Thanks.
He comes in and sits down on a couch, which creaks and almost breaks under the adolescent abomination's weight.
(@Roy) Hastur: I came to apologize once more. There were... reasons and I've been thinking too hastily.
(@Bebedora) Nyaru: Okay then. ~sighs~ There's a few special ones who can reach me that way. And your name says next to nothing to me, which is even weirder. So I'll ask you once again. What are y... green tastes nice? ~expression and tone change to confusion~
(@Hathor) No Name: Oh. Glad to hear that... somewhat. At first I thought that there are others like me.
(@Roy) Hastur: The man I've mentioned - I hold memories of him that were accumulating for almost two decades of his life. The fact that he's around here is one-in-a-million chance, isn't it so? I've said it without second thought, not intending to belittle your skills or anything.
Roy: "It's not just belittling, it felt like an insult to me personally. We Jakobs gunsmiths took great pride into our work. It hurts when your referring someone else to a Jakobs' man main job, personally, it made me feel inferior."
"If your gonna do this again, at least consult me."
Longram: "Guess I should start from the beginning, huh?"
edited 31st Aug '16 3:32:24 PM by MrKirb

Quartz: Oh, hello, how is goings of you?