Okay, sure, I'll give in to the snark this one time. Because honestly, he walked right into that one.
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"...I was walking in the door of your office..."
The octopus blinks at you sedately, then extends a tentacle towards you. You shake it without hesitation.
Though you don't know how to tell if an octopus is smiling, there's a definite smile in Scythe's voice. "Jinx? You're the scummiest bitch I ever met. Welcome to Fresh Kills."
You grin. "You're not so squeaky clean yourself, Mr. Tentacles. Do I want to know where these have been?"
"Nope."
"Thought so." You extract your hand with a popping noise, a circular welt left behind on your palm.
Scythe tilts his bulbous head at you. "So. You're kind of behind on the whole tech picture, right? Where should I start?"
[ ] "What even is a cortical stack? You seemed surprised I didn't have one." [+5 Boredom]
[ ] "What are weapons like?"
[ ] "Why is everything so boring and grey?"
[ ] "I can figure it out myself, thanks."
[ ] "Seriously, why are you an octopus?"
Adhoc vote count started by Evenstar on Dec 26, 2017 at 5:40 PM, finished with 9 posts and 6 votes.
Meanwhile, in Star Guardian Timeline:
You stare down the huge-beaked alien, not breaking eye contact.
"Yeah, this is an Inquisitor's seal, and yes, I am Inquisitor..."
Shiro burbles from their seat on your shoulder.
"... Greyfax of the Ordo Hereticus. I have urgent business on Holy Terra, and am authorized by the..."
Kuro grumbles at your hip.
"...Adeptus Administratum to commandeer this Rogue Trader vessel for the purpose of immediate Warp transit. You will put down your weapons and escort me to Arctavius Matrellius Von Blitzenhoff immediately, or I will execute you for heresy and gross incompetence and step over your xenos corpse to go find your Trader myself, am I understood?"
You adjust your hat so the shrapnel holes are more obvious, flaring your unnaturally-red hair in the process.
The Kroot looks at you skeptically. "That hat is too big for you."