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( february intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!
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When: February 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Emiri
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Emiri
Warnings: Mentions of a corpse. Please label your content!
I N T R O L O G |
"There will be no prison which can hold our movement down."
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Now he was even more convinced that he was in the presence of a demon.
"Magic is far from harmless," he replied, voice a low, threatening growl. "And if you mean these people harm, I will kill you."
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Sans did take a step back this time, hands up again. His laughter returned, and for all it sounded easy enough there was a definite tension around the skeleton's sockets.
"Whoa, buddy. It looks like you've got some magic yourself." He gestured vaguely to Fenris' face. "You know what they say about glass houses, right?"
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And when it uttered its accusation, fury erupted so fast that he stopped considering the meaning of its gestures. The lyrium flared incandescent.
"It is no magic of mine," he snarled, teeth bared. "Though I'm satisfied to use what I've been cursed with to deal with your kind."
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This conversation was getting nowhere fast. Hell, they might be setting a land-speed record for going backwards in getting to know each other.
Sometimes, a guy had to know when to pull the chute.
"Knock-knock."
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It wasn't mercy or optimism. Fenris was low on both of those. When he considered, he recognized it as am irritating form of pragmatism: they were all meant to be crewmates on this ship. Likely killing one without provocation would led to trouble.
So he scoffed, glaring at the thing. Then he turned and walked away. He would keep an eye on it. If it gave him a reason, he'd do what needed to be done.