At her table, Treble's head slowly lowers, until she begins to snore. Her notepad is beneath her head, and the coffee perilously close to falling off the table.
*May go suddenly.*
Sveglio looks over, and to avoid any mess, walks over and moves the coffee cup more onto the table. He taps her shoulder. "Excuse me, ma'am."
In a flash Sveglio's arm is on the table with the pen hovering over it. Treble blinks. "Wha?"
He reaches his free hand over and moves the pen to the side. "You were asleep, and your drink was about to fall."
"Oh, sorry. You Foundation personnel. Always trying to 'fix' things." The last part is to herself.
He sat down across from her. "I apologize if my assistance was unwanted."
"Nah, it's fine. Just a little angry at myself for falling asleep."
He nodded. "I understand. I do not have that problem myself, but I understand a lot of others suffer from having to need sleep."
"Mm. I envy that ability."
"It is very useful sometimes. One of the side affects really helped out in a study of 173."
"Ah, 173. Yeah. I remember it. I mean- never mind, ignore that."
He watched her steadily from over his glasses, having in fact not blinked at all through their conversation. "Excuse me?"
She sighs. "My merc group was involved in its retrieval and containment."
"How did it go? I assume something went wrong, that is normal when SCP's are involved."
She snorts. "Something? Everything went wrong. Everything."
"Everything as in 'I was the only survivor' wrong?"
"Yup. Well, kinda."
"Kind of?"
"Another member survived. As did the Foundation researcher."
He nodded. "I see. I assume you work alone now?"
"Yep."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harvey was trying to stick a sticker on the back of Svelgio's neck.
Quill is meditating
Captain Irantu is sitting at one of the tables, watching the crowd and sipping on a glass of Whiskey.
Quill looks over and smiles, waving a bit. They seem steady and calm.
Irantu cocks his head slightly, his optical implant flashing and shifting. Can I help you? A friendly, but slightly robotic voice, asks in their mind.
*actually this is true, though Quill is female, they go by she-they.*
"No" They said and smiled, their dark brown hair tied in a loose bun behind them
*And Irantu is my Tau-5 guy. Definitely heavily augmented with anomalous tech. Big, heavy-looking rifle of some form is on the table next to him, and a pair of handguns that look to match it are on holsters on his belt.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
*Quill is 6'3 but dresses like a man. She wears a black button-up shirt, long white jacket, black pants, and simple shoes. She has icy blue eyes, short dark brown hair, and pale skin.*
*About 6'8 (Tall Cyborg), wearing MTF tactical gear still. His right eye has been replaced with some sort of optical implant that allows him to see far more than usual (X-Ray vision + Infrared + Night Vision +...etc. Can switch between the settings). Various mechanical upgrades have been done to the resto f his body, including a partial suit of metal tactical armor, augmented strength, speed, etc. via pistons and anomalous tech....long list. Basically picture someone who's halfway to becoming a Borg Drone from Star Trek.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
"I am Quill, who might you be?"
Captain Irantu of MTF Tau-5, "Samsara."
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and nodded her head. She had a cool aura to her.
Harvey was trying to stick a sticker on the back of Svelgio's neck.
Quill is meditating
Captain Irantu is sitting at one of the tables, watching the crowd and sipping on a glass of Whiskey.
Quill looks over and smiles, waving a bit. They seem steady and calm.
Irantu cocks his head slightly, his optical implant flashing and shifting. Can I help you? A friendly, but slightly robotic voice, asks in their mind.
*actually this is true, though Quill is female, they go by she-they.*
"No" They said and smiled, their dark brown hair tied in a loose bun behind them
*And Irantu is my Tau-5 guy. Definitely heavily augmented with anomalous tech. Big, heavy-looking rifle of some form is on the table next to him, and a pair of handguns that look to match it are on holsters on his belt.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
*Quill is 6'3 but dresses like a man. She wears a black button-up shirt, long white jacket, black pants, and simple shoes. She has icy blue eyes, short dark brown hair, and pale skin.*
*About 6'8 (Tall Cyborg), wearing MTF tactical gear still. His right eye has been replaced with some sort of optical implant that allows him to see far more than usual (X-Ray vision + Infrared + Night Vision +...etc. Can switch between the settings). Various mechanical upgrades have been done to the resto f his body, including a partial suit of metal tactical armor, augmented strength, speed, etc. via pistons and anomalous tech....long list. Basically picture someone who's halfway to becoming a Borg Drone from Star Trek.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
"I am Quill, who might you be?"
Captain Irantu of MTF Tau-5, "Samsara."
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and nodded her head. She had a cool aura to her.
He nods back. And you as well, Quill.
She bows. "May i offer you a drink prehaps?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A glowing,otherworldly black hole esque portal opens in the wall and a foundation soldier walks out of it. Upon closer inspection,this is no ordinary soldier,his most prominent feature is his right arm,which looks a lot like the portal,though it is slightly amorphous. On the soldiers back is a futuristic rifle and his jumpsuit looks a little bit like a prison uniform,he is heavly armed and is very muscular. He takes a seat at a corner table.
A heavily armed cyborg in MTF gear sits at one of the tables. On his arm is a patch that identifies exactly which MTF Unit he belongs to: The legendary Tau-5 "Samsara." He's currently sipping on a glass of whiskey and barely notices the newcomer, although his eyebrow does go up at the newcomer's obviously anomalous arm.
Galen looks over:"what're you looking at?"
The cyborg shrugs, muttering something about "O5 mandated vacations." under his breath.
If the tau-5 operative looks closer he can see that galen's MTF arm patch has been ripped off,though the remnants look something like the symbol of the red right hand.
His eyebrow goes up again. Former Alpha-1 member? Interesting. A slightly robotic voice says in Galen's mind.
I used to be with Samsara,but the 05 council liked my enhancement a little too much to keep me there.
Interesting indeed. I am Captain Irantu of Tau-5, "Samsara." Had a bit of an...accident while dealing with a powerful Cognitohazard. Part of my programming got corrupted and the only way to undo the damage would've been by giving my Class-D amnestics, and erasing potentially months of experience. So, O5 ordered me to go on a "vacation" for a while.
Well,it happens though an ordered vacation isn't something I've heard of 05 doing.
It was likely either this or be... decommissioned, and they decided, for once, that I was too valuable to destroy, and went with the mandatory vacation. He takes a sip from the glass of whiskey in front of him. The Cognitohazard basically broke part of my programming...the part that makes me an unwavering machine, and nothing more. Basically, I am now sapient, possessing free will, unlike the rest of Samsara. He faces Galen. But that also makes me a better leader. I can think for myself now, and find solutions I wouldn't have been able to before.
Whenever I was blown up or maimed,they would just gather up my stray limbs and sew them back on,they never bothered to fix or perform maintenance on my programming,unless my head got blown off that is.Eventually I realized what I was doing,stopped being just a flesh robot for the higher ups. So I ran and none of their stupid security measures or armed guards could stop me. I hope for your sake that they treat your newfound sapience with a level of humanity they didn't show me,for your own good.
He nods in agreement. As do I. And even if they don't...Well, I still have all my gear right now, and I know my way around the anomalous, so I can hide if needed.
Hiding isn't enough,you need to move consistently and stay out of their reach,my ability to teleport has kept me alive so far,lets hope they don't find a way to track me.
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At her table, Treble's head slowly lowers, until she begins to snore. Her notepad is beneath her head, and the coffee perilously close to falling off the table.
*May go suddenly.*
Sveglio looks over, and to avoid any mess, walks over and moves the coffee cup more onto the table. He taps her shoulder. "Excuse me, ma'am."
In a flash Sveglio's arm is on the table with the pen hovering over it. Treble blinks. "Wha?"
He reaches his free hand over and moves the pen to the side. "You were asleep, and your drink was about to fall."
"Oh, sorry. You Foundation personnel. Always trying to 'fix' things." The last part is to herself.
He sat down across from her. "I apologize if my assistance was unwanted."
"Nah, it's fine. Just a little angry at myself for falling asleep."
He nodded. "I understand. I do not have that problem myself, but I understand a lot of others suffer from having to need sleep."
"Mm. I envy that ability."
"It is very useful sometimes. One of the side affects really helped out in a study of 173."
"Ah, 173. Yeah. I remember it. I mean- never mind, ignore that."
He watched her steadily from over his glasses, having in fact not blinked at all through their conversation. "Excuse me?"
She sighs. "My merc group was involved in its retrieval and containment."
"How did it go? I assume something went wrong, that is normal when SCP's are involved."
She snorts. "Something? Everything went wrong. Everything."
"Everything as in 'I was the only survivor' wrong?"
"Yup. Well, kinda."
"Kind of?"
"Another member survived. As did the Foundation researcher."
He nodded. "I see. I assume you work alone now?"
"Yep."
"What is it that you do, if I may ask? Are you still a mercenary?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Harvey was trying to stick a sticker on the back of Svelgio's neck.
Quill is meditating
Captain Irantu is sitting at one of the tables, watching the crowd and sipping on a glass of Whiskey.
Quill looks over and smiles, waving a bit. They seem steady and calm.
Irantu cocks his head slightly, his optical implant flashing and shifting. Can I help you? A friendly, but slightly robotic voice, asks in their mind.
*actually this is true, though Quill is female, they go by she-they.*
"No" They said and smiled, their dark brown hair tied in a loose bun behind them
*And Irantu is my Tau-5 guy. Definitely heavily augmented with anomalous tech. Big, heavy-looking rifle of some form is on the table next to him, and a pair of handguns that look to match it are on holsters on his belt.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
*Quill is 6'3 but dresses like a man. She wears a black button-up shirt, long white jacket, black pants, and simple shoes. She has icy blue eyes, short dark brown hair, and pale skin.*
*About 6'8 (Tall Cyborg), wearing MTF tactical gear still. His right eye has been replaced with some sort of optical implant that allows him to see far more than usual (X-Ray vision + Infrared + Night Vision +...etc. Can switch between the settings). Various mechanical upgrades have been done to the resto f his body, including a partial suit of metal tactical armor, augmented strength, speed, etc. via pistons and anomalous tech....long list. Basically picture someone who's halfway to becoming a Borg Drone from Star Trek.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
"I am Quill, who might you be?"
Captain Irantu of MTF Tau-5, "Samsara."
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and nodded her head. She had a cool aura to her.
He nods back. And you as well, Quill.
She bows. "May i offer you a drink prehaps?"
He smiles slightly. "Sure." He says aloud for once. "Whiskey, neat." He says with a smile.
Harvey was trying to stick a sticker on the back of Svelgio's neck.
Quill is meditating
Captain Irantu is sitting at one of the tables, watching the crowd and sipping on a glass of Whiskey.
Quill looks over and smiles, waving a bit. They seem steady and calm.
Irantu cocks his head slightly, his optical implant flashing and shifting. Can I help you? A friendly, but slightly robotic voice, asks in their mind.
*actually this is true, though Quill is female, they go by she-they.*
"No" They said and smiled, their dark brown hair tied in a loose bun behind them
*And Irantu is my Tau-5 guy. Definitely heavily augmented with anomalous tech. Big, heavy-looking rifle of some form is on the table next to him, and a pair of handguns that look to match it are on holsters on his belt.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
*Quill is 6'3 but dresses like a man. She wears a black button-up shirt, long white jacket, black pants, and simple shoes. She has icy blue eyes, short dark brown hair, and pale skin.*
*About 6'8 (Tall Cyborg), wearing MTF tactical gear still. His right eye has been replaced with some sort of optical implant that allows him to see far more than usual (X-Ray vision + Infrared + Night Vision +...etc. Can switch between the settings). Various mechanical upgrades have been done to the resto f his body, including a partial suit of metal tactical armor, augmented strength, speed, etc. via pistons and anomalous tech....long list. Basically picture someone who's halfway to becoming a Borg Drone from Star Trek.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
"I am Quill, who might you be?"
Captain Irantu of MTF Tau-5, "Samsara."
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and nodded her head. She had a cool aura to her.
He nods back. And you as well, Quill.
She bows. "May i offer you a drink prehaps?"
He smiles slightly. "Sure." He says aloud for once. "Whiskey, neat." He says with a smile.
"Do you usually not use your voice?" she askes
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
At her table, Treble's head slowly lowers, until she begins to snore. Her notepad is beneath her head, and the coffee perilously close to falling off the table.
*May go suddenly.*
Sveglio looks over, and to avoid any mess, walks over and moves the coffee cup more onto the table. He taps her shoulder. "Excuse me, ma'am."
In a flash Sveglio's arm is on the table with the pen hovering over it. Treble blinks. "Wha?"
He reaches his free hand over and moves the pen to the side. "You were asleep, and your drink was about to fall."
"Oh, sorry. You Foundation personnel. Always trying to 'fix' things." The last part is to herself.
He sat down across from her. "I apologize if my assistance was unwanted."
"Nah, it's fine. Just a little angry at myself for falling asleep."
He nodded. "I understand. I do not have that problem myself, but I understand a lot of others suffer from having to need sleep."
"Mm. I envy that ability."
"It is very useful sometimes. One of the side affects really helped out in a study of 173."
"Ah, 173. Yeah. I remember it. I mean- never mind, ignore that."
He watched her steadily from over his glasses, having in fact not blinked at all through their conversation. "Excuse me?"
She sighs. "My merc group was involved in its retrieval and containment."
"How did it go? I assume something went wrong, that is normal when SCP's are involved."
She snorts. "Something? Everything went wrong. Everything."
"Everything as in 'I was the only survivor' wrong?"
"Yup. Well, kinda."
"Kind of?"
"Another member survived. As did the Foundation researcher."
He nodded. "I see. I assume you work alone now?"
"Yep."
"What is it that you do, if I may ask? Are you still a mercenary?"
"Personal bodyguard."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harvey was trying to stick a sticker on the back of Svelgio's neck.
Quill is meditating
Captain Irantu is sitting at one of the tables, watching the crowd and sipping on a glass of Whiskey.
Quill looks over and smiles, waving a bit. They seem steady and calm.
Irantu cocks his head slightly, his optical implant flashing and shifting. Can I help you? A friendly, but slightly robotic voice, asks in their mind.
*actually this is true, though Quill is female, they go by she-they.*
"No" They said and smiled, their dark brown hair tied in a loose bun behind them
*And Irantu is my Tau-5 guy. Definitely heavily augmented with anomalous tech. Big, heavy-looking rifle of some form is on the table next to him, and a pair of handguns that look to match it are on holsters on his belt.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
*Quill is 6'3 but dresses like a man. She wears a black button-up shirt, long white jacket, black pants, and simple shoes. She has icy blue eyes, short dark brown hair, and pale skin.*
*About 6'8 (Tall Cyborg), wearing MTF tactical gear still. His right eye has been replaced with some sort of optical implant that allows him to see far more than usual (X-Ray vision + Infrared + Night Vision +...etc. Can switch between the settings). Various mechanical upgrades have been done to the resto f his body, including a partial suit of metal tactical armor, augmented strength, speed, etc. via pistons and anomalous tech....long list. Basically picture someone who's halfway to becoming a Borg Drone from Star Trek.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
"I am Quill, who might you be?"
Captain Irantu of MTF Tau-5, "Samsara."
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and nodded her head. She had a cool aura to her.
He nods back. And you as well, Quill.
She bows. "May i offer you a drink prehaps?"
He smiles slightly. "Sure." He says aloud for once. "Whiskey, neat." He says with a smile.
"Do you usually not use your voice?" she askes
He shrugs. "It depends. The telepathy is useful at times, such as when trying to maintain silence in the field, or trying to communicate in loud areas."
At her table, Treble's head slowly lowers, until she begins to snore. Her notepad is beneath her head, and the coffee perilously close to falling off the table.
*May go suddenly.*
Sveglio looks over, and to avoid any mess, walks over and moves the coffee cup more onto the table. He taps her shoulder. "Excuse me, ma'am."
In a flash Sveglio's arm is on the table with the pen hovering over it. Treble blinks. "Wha?"
He reaches his free hand over and moves the pen to the side. "You were asleep, and your drink was about to fall."
"Oh, sorry. You Foundation personnel. Always trying to 'fix' things." The last part is to herself.
He sat down across from her. "I apologize if my assistance was unwanted."
"Nah, it's fine. Just a little angry at myself for falling asleep."
He nodded. "I understand. I do not have that problem myself, but I understand a lot of others suffer from having to need sleep."
"Mm. I envy that ability."
"It is very useful sometimes. One of the side affects really helped out in a study of 173."
"Ah, 173. Yeah. I remember it. I mean- never mind, ignore that."
He watched her steadily from over his glasses, having in fact not blinked at all through their conversation. "Excuse me?"
She sighs. "My merc group was involved in its retrieval and containment."
"How did it go? I assume something went wrong, that is normal when SCP's are involved."
She snorts. "Something? Everything went wrong. Everything."
"Everything as in 'I was the only survivor' wrong?"
"Yup. Well, kinda."
"Kind of?"
"Another member survived. As did the Foundation researcher."
He nodded. "I see. I assume you work alone now?"
"Yep."
"What is it that you do, if I may ask? Are you still a mercenary?"
"Personal bodyguard."
"Are you protecting someone currently?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Harvey was trying to stick a sticker on the back of Svelgio's neck.
Quill is meditating
Captain Irantu is sitting at one of the tables, watching the crowd and sipping on a glass of Whiskey.
Quill looks over and smiles, waving a bit. They seem steady and calm.
Irantu cocks his head slightly, his optical implant flashing and shifting. Can I help you? A friendly, but slightly robotic voice, asks in their mind.
*actually this is true, though Quill is female, they go by she-they.*
"No" They said and smiled, their dark brown hair tied in a loose bun behind them
*And Irantu is my Tau-5 guy. Definitely heavily augmented with anomalous tech. Big, heavy-looking rifle of some form is on the table next to him, and a pair of handguns that look to match it are on holsters on his belt.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
*Quill is 6'3 but dresses like a man. She wears a black button-up shirt, long white jacket, black pants, and simple shoes. She has icy blue eyes, short dark brown hair, and pale skin.*
*About 6'8 (Tall Cyborg), wearing MTF tactical gear still. His right eye has been replaced with some sort of optical implant that allows him to see far more than usual (X-Ray vision + Infrared + Night Vision +...etc. Can switch between the settings). Various mechanical upgrades have been done to the resto f his body, including a partial suit of metal tactical armor, augmented strength, speed, etc. via pistons and anomalous tech....long list. Basically picture someone who's halfway to becoming a Borg Drone from Star Trek.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
"I am Quill, who might you be?"
Captain Irantu of MTF Tau-5, "Samsara."
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and nodded her head. She had a cool aura to her.
He nods back. And you as well, Quill.
She bows. "May i offer you a drink prehaps?"
He smiles slightly. "Sure." He says aloud for once. "Whiskey, neat." He says with a smile.
"Do you usually not use your voice?" she askes
He shrugs. "It depends. The telepathy is useful at times, such as when trying to maintain silence in the field, or trying to communicate in loud areas."
She laughs softly "Telepathy seems useful" she said. She handed him his whiskey while she drank water
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Harvey was trying to stick a sticker on the back of Svelgio's neck.
Quill is meditating
Captain Irantu is sitting at one of the tables, watching the crowd and sipping on a glass of Whiskey.
Quill looks over and smiles, waving a bit. They seem steady and calm.
Irantu cocks his head slightly, his optical implant flashing and shifting. Can I help you? A friendly, but slightly robotic voice, asks in their mind.
*actually this is true, though Quill is female, they go by she-they.*
"No" They said and smiled, their dark brown hair tied in a loose bun behind them
*And Irantu is my Tau-5 guy. Definitely heavily augmented with anomalous tech. Big, heavy-looking rifle of some form is on the table next to him, and a pair of handguns that look to match it are on holsters on his belt.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
*Quill is 6'3 but dresses like a man. She wears a black button-up shirt, long white jacket, black pants, and simple shoes. She has icy blue eyes, short dark brown hair, and pale skin.*
*About 6'8 (Tall Cyborg), wearing MTF tactical gear still. His right eye has been replaced with some sort of optical implant that allows him to see far more than usual (X-Ray vision + Infrared + Night Vision +...etc. Can switch between the settings). Various mechanical upgrades have been done to the resto f his body, including a partial suit of metal tactical armor, augmented strength, speed, etc. via pistons and anomalous tech....long list. Basically picture someone who's halfway to becoming a Borg Drone from Star Trek.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
"I am Quill, who might you be?"
Captain Irantu of MTF Tau-5, "Samsara."
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and nodded her head. She had a cool aura to her.
He nods back. And you as well, Quill.
She bows. "May i offer you a drink prehaps?"
He smiles slightly. "Sure." He says aloud for once. "Whiskey, neat." He says with a smile.
"Do you usually not use your voice?" she askes
He shrugs. "It depends. The telepathy is useful at times, such as when trying to maintain silence in the field, or trying to communicate in loud areas."
She laughs softly "Telepathy seems useful" she said. She handed him his whiskey while she drank water
He smiles. "Thank you for the drink." He sips on the glass. "So, what brings you here?"
Harvey was trying to stick a sticker on the back of Svelgio's neck.
Quill is meditating
Captain Irantu is sitting at one of the tables, watching the crowd and sipping on a glass of Whiskey.
Quill looks over and smiles, waving a bit. They seem steady and calm.
Irantu cocks his head slightly, his optical implant flashing and shifting. Can I help you? A friendly, but slightly robotic voice, asks in their mind.
*actually this is true, though Quill is female, they go by she-they.*
"No" They said and smiled, their dark brown hair tied in a loose bun behind them
*And Irantu is my Tau-5 guy. Definitely heavily augmented with anomalous tech. Big, heavy-looking rifle of some form is on the table next to him, and a pair of handguns that look to match it are on holsters on his belt.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
*Quill is 6'3 but dresses like a man. She wears a black button-up shirt, long white jacket, black pants, and simple shoes. She has icy blue eyes, short dark brown hair, and pale skin.*
*About 6'8 (Tall Cyborg), wearing MTF tactical gear still. His right eye has been replaced with some sort of optical implant that allows him to see far more than usual (X-Ray vision + Infrared + Night Vision +...etc. Can switch between the settings). Various mechanical upgrades have been done to the resto f his body, including a partial suit of metal tactical armor, augmented strength, speed, etc. via pistons and anomalous tech....long list. Basically picture someone who's halfway to becoming a Borg Drone from Star Trek.*
He smiles slightly. Alright. Who might you be?
"I am Quill, who might you be?"
Captain Irantu of MTF Tau-5, "Samsara."
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and nodded her head. She had a cool aura to her.
He nods back. And you as well, Quill.
She bows. "May i offer you a drink prehaps?"
He smiles slightly. "Sure." He says aloud for once. "Whiskey, neat." He says with a smile.
"Do you usually not use your voice?" she askes
He shrugs. "It depends. The telepathy is useful at times, such as when trying to maintain silence in the field, or trying to communicate in loud areas."
She laughs softly "Telepathy seems useful" she said. She handed him his whiskey while she drank water
He smiles. "Thank you for the drink." He sips on the glass. "So, what brings you here?"
"I'm the head researcher or the mobile team Harp-183" she said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Yep."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
He nods back. And you as well, Quill.
"Cmon, sticker" he said and placed one on his nose
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She bows. "May i offer you a drink prehaps?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Hiding isn't enough,you need to move consistently and stay out of their reach,my ability to teleport has kept me alive so far,lets hope they don't find a way to track me.
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
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"What is it that you do, if I may ask? Are you still a mercenary?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
He smiles slightly. "Sure." He says aloud for once. "Whiskey, neat." He says with a smile.
He stepped back before it could be stuck on him. "No." He said firmly.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Do you usually not use your voice?" she askes
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Booooo" Harvey said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Personal bodyguard."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
He shrugs. "It depends. The telepathy is useful at times, such as when trying to maintain silence in the field, or trying to communicate in loud areas."
"Do not be immature. You are a researcher, act like it, please."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Are you protecting someone currently?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
She laughs softly "Telepathy seems useful" she said. She handed him his whiskey while she drank water
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I am usually different out of working, at the moment, i am not at work." he said and narrowed his eyes
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He smiles. "Thank you for the drink." He sips on the glass. "So, what brings you here?"
"Well, I am always at work."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I'm the head researcher or the mobile team Harp-183" she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"sorry" he said with sarcasm dripping off of his words. He stared for a moment longer "Your like a rabbit"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]