"You told me so, is that it? Perhaps while you were 'pulling your weight' as the Nexus' mule, you could truly make yourself useful by being the Forsaken's weapon of choice to scoop the weak from our sight. But yes, keep being a labor dog with a sniper and tell me how it ends."
The vault door slammed shut, the green light of a golem's optic beam dimly showing against the dull metal.
"Thank you- though, if you get too emotional? I will stop calling you Icky, and start calling you 'Device.'"
He had almost expected it from the military man- he'd gotten it before, from him, and others. Many, many others. But the doc? Certainly, this wasn't the first time.. but it was salt in the wound, and a spit in his face.
The quartermaster stood there, at the door of the vault.. and as the minutes passed, soon became thoughtful, lone 'eye' aimed down the tunnel. He was very silent- and very still. It took several long moments for him to even move again, and by the time he did, it was different.
The golem lifted its posture, righting itself. Deliberately, focusing on correcting the loose posture it'd allowed previously to take. No slack to the arms, no lax to the head.
Make yourself useful.
It departed the vault, and disappeared into Tirisfal.
Serata: I am desperately stalling and trying to find something to do with myself at work. Posted a bunch of stuff about Sherbourne so y'all know who she is and what she looks like...and I still have 4 1/2 hours left before I can go home and play again. T_T
Aug 31, 2016 6:28:52 GMT
Banshih: Yay for stalling? Yay for rp campaign starting soon!
Sept 12, 2016 23:04:21 GMT
Banshih: Thanks for another great Dance Of The Dead!
Oct 27, 2016 12:23:26 GMT