(@Albert) Hastur: The Chosen One this time. His dealings with Enclave are quite similar to yours. Though Vault 13's showdown with The Master didn't amuse me either, and many thousands conflicts before as well. Over ages, looking at you humans, I've understood well enough that you are boring because your war never changes.
The barkeep brings the ordered alcohol, and The King In Yellow distributes it. As he sips on his beer, he continues.
(@Albert) Hastur: And regarding Bob, well, there's an Outer Goddess whom I happened to know. Shub-Niggurath, The Black Goat Of The Woods With A Thousand Young. She's the only one in my circles who has prominent feminine features, but she couples that with being a goddess of woods and perverse fertility. We've had an affair once, and I've been her mate. ~a tentacled palm erupts from Hastur's shoulder and covers his face as he sighs~ And her dark young are mostly sentient or semisentient monstrous plants. One of the seeds whom I've happened to be a father of has planted itself in Harold's skull. And, mind you, I've asked those questions to Asagi today since I've been afraid we're somehow related.
edited 3rd Aug '16 2:01:59 AM by TheRiddleOfCards
Loud creaking of the stairs leading upway heralds The King In Yellow's descent into the world of awake. He himself, however, is, as usual, not really full of energy and looks tired. After a nod to the barkeep and a minute of waiting Hastur grabs a metal mug of coffee and sits across from Quartz.
(@Quartz) Hastur: Whatcha doing?
(@Quartz) Hastur: The only kind of serpentfolk I've ever had extensive contact with were worshippers of Yig, Father of Snakes, that dwelt in times when the continent of Hyperborea prospered. They were smart as hell, wise, manipulative and generally fun to observe. You can guess how much do I miss these days.
Eires looked up into her own hair, now a greasy mop situated on top of her head, and muttered something under her breath.
Eires @Hastur: "Nothing a good shower won't fix...that is, if i could afford a room. Besides, that hunk of plasteel out there won't fix itself."
Eires jerked a thumb out towards the back of the saloon, where her suit had been resting for the last couple of days under a large tarp, tools spread around it in haphazard fashion.
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@Hastur Albert: "Are you talking about the Vault Dweller or the Chosen One? Now that I think about it, how is Bob your direct son?"
Will make dad jokes for friends.