Volt's eyes visibly flash with excitement.
(@Roy) Volt: Wow, there's more around here? Who could've known!
He stands up and starts supporting his boasts with gestures, not minding that he's wrapped in blankets and still holding a cup of coffee with one hand.
(@Roy) Volt: If something needs to be retrieved, I'm your man. Just point me towards it and...
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Are we gonna get paid?
edited 21st Nov '16 11:23:32 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
—Artorias does a quick once over of the facilities, checking to see if there's anything he can grab before they blow this place to the Abyss and back. He takes a talisman from his pouch and mutters a prayer, casting a Miracle that will help him find what he's looking for—
Muttering:Seek Guidance
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.—Artorias looks over at Volt, seeing the cup of warm tea before dismissing the though of asking—
@Volt: The opposite actually. I'm searching to see if we can recover anything in this base before we depart and blow it to Izalith. Would you like to join me, mister...?
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.While Volt's hand is small, it doesn't quell the momentary feeling of itchy pain that Artorias experiences the instant he answers to the handshake. A jolt of lightning runs through the air as he touches the archaeologist's hand, and Volt's hand crackles with tiny sparks for a few moments after that. He smiles awkwardly and rubs it off his jeans.
(@Artorias) Volt: Eh, sorry, hehe. Couldn't refuse the chance. Nice to meet you though.
—Artorias looks at his hand, the static feeling still capturing his attention. This boy commands the lightning like his Lord Gwyn, yet he channels it through his body without any harm. It fascinates Artorias how many workarounds humans have come up with to channel the lightning—
@Volt: What you just did now, what was that?
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.

As the stranger gets in, he takes his winter clothes off and starts desperately looking for a blanket and/or sonething hot to drink. The man in question is a scruffy-looking youth wearing lots of black
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???: Whew. Thanks a lot, mate. ~offers handshake~ Call me Volt, by the way. I owe you.