Quartz: Ah, yes, one moment... Oh, is right there!
-Pulls out a scroll from his sleeve which he unfolds on the table, revealing a map of the galaxy-
There, I looked at stars outside to determine position, and I think we be somewhere near... There. -points to a spot on the map-
... give or take a ten tens of years of light. >.>
(@Eires) Hastur: Taking it that way is a right approach, I guess. Good for your mental health.
(@Quartz) Hastur: Not always, no. Usually it's just the wording that's required for incantation to be enacted. Countless fools have met their demise by my appendage by accidentally reading a wrong passage aloud.
(@Albert) Hastur: Well, I've got enough to use my Yellow Sign now. And I've left some for Roy to try out his things. Speaking of him...
Hastur turns towards the gasbag cowboy, hearing him swearing as he enters.
(@Roy) Hastur: Hey there. How do you feel after yesterday?
Approaching Nova, Hastur bows a bit to look at her visors... or frontal panel... or something that might resemble face.
(@Nova) Hastur: Umm... Hello? Thank you for assisting us earlier.
He then notices Aura.
(@Aura) Hastur: Morning there, yes. Whatchugot there?
edited 3rd Aug '16 2:08:55 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
Roy: @Nova, Aura "Howdy you two...."
"...dat our pay?"
-*Goes to get some super strong coffee, still reeling from the pain.*
@Hastur "Seriously....what in space hell just happened light night...? Last time, I was shootin' at a golden robed guy with weird ass powers then I woke up here with you being fine as a polished rifle, what gives?!"
edited 3rd Aug '16 2:17:43 PM by MrKirb
Aura: That it is, I turned Yaoi boy over to the sheirf... who spat out "out of bounds exemption" or something like that, so the deuputy took him and gave me this, to give to all of us.
-Sets the bag on the counter, and it opens up to silver coins-
Nova: Not to insult the king, but I have seen that sheirf, my programing is 100 times better.
edited 3rd Aug '16 2:35:20 PM by Imca


-*Wherever Roy's taken to last night, he's starting to wake up, clutching his head in pain.*
Roy: "(My fucking head....)....uuuugh, worse than the morning after Uncle Montgomery's party....Cultivator's Thighs...."
edited 3rd Aug '16 1:48:41 PM by MrKirb