"I was a soldier, rather normal one at that. I did the -right- thing, and ended up getting punished for it..."
He gestures to the rest of his eyes, and the rest of his body.
"...I went renegade with the ship I was assigned under the purpose of their program, for AI infusion and singular control of capital vessels. Destroyed the ship in a fusion-Endron cell rupture after a wormhole jump with random co-ordinates.
X opens his mouth widely as he yawns, showing all of his serrated teeth.
:Well: She started..
:It sort of seems that everyone around here is from around here...but you're not from around here, which means not everyone around here is from around here...:
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
The woman sat sideways in the seat, and drew out a small cube...she started to puzzle with it, sliding the pieces around among themselves. Switching their places, she quickly became absorbed in the puzzle, though still aware enough to catch a response...
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
The footsteps of the man could be heard long before he entered the bar. But unlike normal footsteps, these gave some indication as to his mental standing. It sounded as if he were skipping. A giggle rang out, echoing across the walls of the corridor to enter the bar at a much greater volume.
Walter Layton skipped gleefully into the bar, a large group of balloons held in his right hand. Three balloons of each colour, all perfectly shaped. But their jolly colours were reduced by the dark atmosphere of the bar. He giggled again, and picked one of the balloons out with his free hand. With careful precision, he tied the balloon to the closest table, much to the disapproval of the occupants. He giggled at them, and gave them a wave. One of them raised a gun. Walter giggled and skipped away to the next table.
Another set of footsteps rang out from the corridor now, easily registered to a man who held himself in the highest respects. Doctor Axel von Fischer walked into the gloomy-lit room and gave Walter a discouraging look as he was attaching another balloon to the next table along.
'Walter... gut.' Axel shook his head, and moved toward the nearest unoccupied table. Many different pairs of eyes followed him, which reflected on how anti-social the atmosphere of the bar was. He noticed a woman and a possible cyborg sitting at a far table, the woman assembling some sort of cube while the cyborg toggled away at a holo-pad. Axel gave little interest to the pair and took a seat at his own table.
'Walter, just come over here.' The faces of those at the table Walter was now pestering were contorted into both aggravation and amusement. At the sound of Axels voice, he finished tying the balloon to the table and sat down at the table Axel had chosen. He tied a balloon, one that happened to emit its own light, to the centre of the table and admired his handiwork around the bar.
'What d'you want?' a man grumbled to the odd pair. Walter, keeping a perfectly neutral expression, began fishing around his coat for something to offer for some drinks. He removed an arm, still wearing the Liberty Navy uniform, and placed it onto the table. Blood leaked out of the point of severance.
'What will this get me?' The man gave him a sickened expression and waddled away. Walter turned back to face Axel, and allowed his face to crack into a grin. Axel chuckled, and began to assemble a drink from ingredients he had brought in with him.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
X's eyes swiveled around to focus on the new arrival, X sneering and baring his teeth for a minute, before scratching his snout softly with his right claw and refocusing on the pad. He spoke under his breath, flicking his tongue slightly. "I wonder..."
The brief glance from the possible cyborg were a tell-tale sign of interest. Axel completed the concoction of his drink, took and sip, and then spat it back into the glass. He poured the drink into a device, and the contents were siphoned back into the ingredients he began with. If he had taken another sip of the previous concoction, the repercussions on his body would have been extreme. He began mixing again, hoping to get it right on the second try, and all the while thinking about the cyborg.
The whole reason he had come to the bar was to see if any possessed the technology to help him. He decided that the cyborg was the most likely candidate to possess what he seeked, but decided against approaching it. He was after all, in no rush to leave.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
