02-28-2021, 08:54:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-28-2021, 09:04:25 AM by Florien.
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Kellensea says nothing for a moment. Then, a soft coughing noise from inside her helmet. It soon resolves from an odd coughing noise into laughter. A somewhat unpleasant laugh, but maybe that's just the echo in the helmet. There's also a faint note of, of all things, relief.
Right, Ranma, you owe me something of yours. I'll need to take inventory of your stuff to determine what I claim. We'll sort that out later, I think. Anyway, to those of you who doubted me, I will keep my gloating short. I WAS RIGHT! HA! YOU WERE WRONG! THAT WILL SHOW YOU! Anyway... I'm interested to see how this host of ours executes this thing. It will... give us an accurate gauging of how far... presumably "he", will take things. Helpful. Now... no doubt I've made some enemies today. However, as a show of good faith... I will consume one thing in your presence today, that I prepared in your presence, trusting that you have not poisoned it and will not immediately move to stab me in the head.
Kellensea takes her helmet off, lowers her scarf, and takes a spoon out from somewhere within her multiple layers of armor, and starts eating spoonfuls of the sweetener from earlier from the cup, for once, apparently unconcerned.
Looking at her face from a distance, everything looks normal enough. Just a regular, somewhat pale woman with messy brownish blonde hair and brown eyes. Anyone close enough to look at details, however, will notice that there are clear problems with her skin. For one, she looks like she hasn't slept once in her life. Also, there appears to be a constantly shifting network of faint bruises on her face, extending down her neck. Her eyes are glassy and don't look focused, yet somehow all the more piercing for it. Another disconcerting aspect comes to light as she puts her helmet back on and pulls the scarf up again. She didn't blink once throughout the whole two minutes.
Alright. There. Good faith shown. You people like people doing dangerous things around other people, right? That's... that's part of your culture? I was never the group diplomat, never learned how to gauge other people like the group diplomats did. I'll assume it was until told otherwise.
She then tosses the empty cup over the balcony, and returns to await the imminent execution of the cookie monster.
Right, Ranma, you owe me something of yours. I'll need to take inventory of your stuff to determine what I claim. We'll sort that out later, I think. Anyway, to those of you who doubted me, I will keep my gloating short. I WAS RIGHT! HA! YOU WERE WRONG! THAT WILL SHOW YOU! Anyway... I'm interested to see how this host of ours executes this thing. It will... give us an accurate gauging of how far... presumably "he", will take things. Helpful. Now... no doubt I've made some enemies today. However, as a show of good faith... I will consume one thing in your presence today, that I prepared in your presence, trusting that you have not poisoned it and will not immediately move to stab me in the head.
Kellensea takes her helmet off, lowers her scarf, and takes a spoon out from somewhere within her multiple layers of armor, and starts eating spoonfuls of the sweetener from earlier from the cup, for once, apparently unconcerned.
Looking at her face from a distance, everything looks normal enough. Just a regular, somewhat pale woman with messy brownish blonde hair and brown eyes. Anyone close enough to look at details, however, will notice that there are clear problems with her skin. For one, she looks like she hasn't slept once in her life. Also, there appears to be a constantly shifting network of faint bruises on her face, extending down her neck. Her eyes are glassy and don't look focused, yet somehow all the more piercing for it. Another disconcerting aspect comes to light as she puts her helmet back on and pulls the scarf up again. She didn't blink once throughout the whole two minutes.
Alright. There. Good faith shown. You people like people doing dangerous things around other people, right? That's... that's part of your culture? I was never the group diplomat, never learned how to gauge other people like the group diplomats did. I'll assume it was until told otherwise.
She then tosses the empty cup over the balcony, and returns to await the imminent execution of the cookie monster.
I am the They who says it!