(@Daniel) Hastur: Oh, I see. One of them Hells. And... not originally from there... Hm. Please take a good look into my eyes now.
Usually Hastur smiles, and his eyes are always shut. But now he's dead serious, and his eyes are open. They glow with supernatural yellow light, and his irises' geometric form is non-Euclidean and mesmerizing.
(@Six) Nyaru: ~sips on his tea~ Y'know, I've got to oversee that mess that those "Precursors" and "Forerunners" of your world have stirred up. And I just couldn't resist the urge to drop a tiny bit of my own influence down there.
Six: -to Albert- Answers the unasked question of "who's speaking to me".
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."(@Longram) Nyaru: And do you think that trying to tell someone some bits about their own world that they might be interested in hearing isn't nice? ~lifts hands up with an exasperated sigh~ Fine, fine, this isn't getting anywhere funny anymore. For once I might just behave like someone being near whom you may tolerate.
(@Six) Nyaru: Those whom The Covenant fear. You didn't get any lessons on the culture of your enemy, did you.
Daniel, Hastur's eyes allow him to peak inside your mind... but also open a bit of his to you. Namely - you see a majestic town and a regal figure in yellow robes presiding over it. But then the figure is expelled, and the town is in ruins. The vision stops abruptly. Hastur still looks at you, bothered.
(@Daniel) Hastur: My... condolences.
The four are by the jeep, the drone making rounds around the ship to make sure no one is trying to sneak in without them knowing. Lars is eating off a metal canister, while Osvald is napping on the back of the jeep and Anri is reviewing a journal on the tablet. Liman have her own tablet out, looking at it and reading the catalogue given to them.
"Sir?", she piped up asking Lars. "Can we have this?"
"What is it, private?" he looked over to her. She handed him the tablet and on it is what the have been looking for.
The replacement parts for their HMG and a crate of ammunitions for it.
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edited 5th Sep '16 5:22:26 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.""...Hm.", Lars looked at the top of the vehicle, at the empty and battered commander's cupola and roof, and the scorch marks of explosives and battles prior to coming here. He looked at Osvald, who had a wrist-brace around his left arm, his helmet gaining yet another mark on it. On Anri, whose neck had a small gauze on her side, and on Liman who have a patch of gauze on where shrapnel grazed her on her forehead.
He leaned in, looked at her. "Tell me, do you think we should have this, private?"
"Yes sir," she nodded. "I think its imperative we get our heavy supporting weapon repaired, sir."
He paused, stopping for a moment before sitting back, and clasped his hand together. "Then its settled. We will get it then."
Liman nearly hopped in her place, looking up at him gratefully.
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Six: Yeah.
We've been giving it our damndest, but that's all I can say.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."