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[Caellath]

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Name: Neil Slenom
Age: 25
Gender: M
Appearance: Neil is a tall man with messy jet black hair. His hands are calloused and he has a rather obsessive gleam in his amber eyes.
Personal information: Neil is absolutely obsessed with hand lasers. Most of his effort goes towards obtaining more, and he will rage if you try to take them. Most of the time though, he's sedate and lax, kind of just passing along in life. That is until either an opportunity for more hand lasers comes along, or someone takes his hand lasers.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Illegal possession of weapons, namely a room half-full of hand lasers. The Magister figured he shouldn't waste good kill, and plopped Neil in the HMRC.
Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 8
Endurance: 2
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 4
Willpower: 1
Skills: Conventional Weapons 5
Profession: Mercenary (He's not one but he's good with hand lasers as he lived his life around them): +1 to conventional weapons and intuition, -1 to medical and handiwork.
Items: Two hand lasers and three extra hand laser batteries.

((Welcome Powder. Are you using all your 5 tokens before being taken from the stasis pod?))

[PyroDesu]

Spoiler: sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Neil Slenom
Age: 25
Gender: M
Appearance: Neil is a tall man with messy jet black hair. His hands are calloused and he has a rather obsessive gleam in his amber eyes.
Personal information: Neil is absolutely obsessed with hand lasers. Most of his effort goes towards obtaining more, and he will rage if you try to take them. Most of the time though, he's sedate and lax, kind of just passing along in life. That is until either an opportunity for more hand lasers comes along, or someone takes his hand lasers.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Illegal possession of weapons, namely a room half-full of hand lasers. The Magister figured he shouldn't waste good kill, and plopped Neil in the HMRC.
Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 8
Endurance: 2
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 4
Willpower: 1
Skills: Conventional Weapons 5
Profession: Mercenary (He's not one but he's good with hand lasers as he lived his life around them): +1 to conventional weapons and intuition, -1 to medical and handiwork.
Items: Two hand lasers and three extra hand laser batteries.

((Welp, at least he doesn't have a fungus eating his brain or a horrible fusion of him and SeriousConcentrate running amok in his mind.

He's just crazy. About hand lasers.))

[Tiruin]

Spoiler: sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Neil Slenom
Age: 25
Gender: M
Appearance: Neil is a tall man with messy jet black hair. His hands are calloused and he has a rather obsessive gleam in his amber eyes.
Personal information: Neil is absolutely obsessed with hand lasers. Most of his effort goes towards obtaining more, and he will rage if you try to take them. Most of the time though, he's sedate and lax, kind of just passing along in life. That is until either an opportunity for more hand lasers comes along, or someone takes his hand lasers.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Illegal possession of weapons, namely a room half-full of hand lasers. The Magister figured he shouldn't waste good kill, and plopped Neil in the HMRC.
Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 8
Endurance: 2
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 4
Willpower: 1
Skills: Conventional Weapons 5
Profession: Mercenary (He's not one but he's good with hand lasers as he lived his life around them): +1 to conventional weapons and intuition, -1 to medical and handiwork.
Items: Two hand lasers and three extra hand laser batteries.

((Welp, at least he doesn't have a fungus eating his brain or a horrible fusion of him and SeriousConcentrate running amok in his mind.

He's just crazy. About hand lasers.))

((Weeeelcome Powder, to the HMRC.  ))

((So I have to RP.))

Feyri idled by, flipping the Sabre handle in hand as she watched the two try to open said door. She lifted the sabre, and glanced at Jim.

"Why can't we try breaking down the wall?"

[Zako]

Bishop swayed backwards a big from the door before moving toward it again.

"Dude, nice colours... Let me have a try."

Slice through the lock this time.

[piecewise]

Spoiler: sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Neil Slenom
Age: 25
Gender: M
Appearance: Neil is a tall man with messy jet black hair. His hands are calloused and he has a rather obsessive gleam in his amber eyes.
Personal information: Neil is absolutely obsessed with hand lasers. Most of his effort goes towards obtaining more, and he will rage if you try to take them. Most of the time though, he's sedate and lax, kind of just passing along in life. That is until either an opportunity for more hand lasers comes along, or someone takes his hand lasers.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Illegal possession of weapons, namely a room half-full of hand lasers. The Magister figured he shouldn't waste good kill, and plopped Neil in the HMRC.
Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 8
Endurance: 2
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 4
Willpower: 1
Skills: Conventional Weapons 5
Profession: Mercenary (He's not one but he's good with hand lasers as he lived his life around them): +1 to conventional weapons and intuition, -1 to medical and handiwork.
Items: Two hand lasers and three extra hand laser batteries.

Got it.

Bishop swayed backwards a big from the door before moving toward it again.

"Dude, nice colours... Let me have a try."

Slice through the lock this time.

[Aux:5] You stumble over, activate the torch and swing at the door whilst making wooshing, sword clanging noises. You some how manage to cut the lock perfectly despite yourself.

[Tiruin]

Whistle a merry tune.

Examine doorway and surrounding walls.

"Mesk. Mode of transmission, or anything that affects the emphatic emotions of the victim?"

Check Mesk's data for such.

[Zako]

Bishop pauses for a moment, for dramatic effect of course, and gently opens the door.

"Behold... The door is open with the aid of my might and magic... Incredible man..."

Proceed through the door fearlessly!

[Yoink]

Charro waited as the door opened, peering through for any signs of life. If nothing bad leaps out at him, he will put a safe distance between himself and the volatile Jim. "You guys tell us over comms if you find anything. I'll go help check the Medical Wing."
>Wait with the main group to see whether anything bad lies beyond this door, and if nothing happens go catch up to Mesk.
"Find anything of interest? ...To be honest I feel safer following you than the others, with the cyborg probably being a timebomb and all."
>Help search the place for anything. If I find a datapad, pop the chip I found into it and see what it contains.

((Edited for typo. Derp.))

[SeriousConcentrate]

Jim followed Bishop, keeping an eye on Mesk and Charro and occasionally looking at Feyri... although even Jim himself wasn't able to figure out whether he was checking her out or watching her for signs of impending attack. Bishop, he'd decided, was no threat; the man was tripping balls and even if he wanted to stab him in the back he'd probably end up staring at the knife and giggling.

[piecewise]

Whistle a merry tune.

Examine doorway and surrounding walls.

"Mesk. Mode of transmission, or anything that affects the emphatic emotions of the victim?"

Check Mesk's data for such.

(I'm not sure "Emphatic" is the word you're looking for...)

You walk into the room and look at the doorway and walls. They all look fairly normal.

Bishop pauses for a moment, for dramatic effect of course, and gently opens the door.

"Behold... The door is open with the aid of my might and magic... Incredible man..."

Proceed through the door fearlessly!

Jim followed Bishop, keeping an eye on Mesk and Charro and occasionally looking at Feyri... although even Jim himself wasn't able to figure out whether he was checking her out or watching her for signs of impending attack. Bishop, he'd decided, was no threat; the man was tripping balls and even if he wanted to stab him in the back he'd probably end up staring at the knife and giggling.

You walk in and look around. The room is a fairly large store room full of metal crates and shelves stacked with cardboard boxes. There's a large machine squatting one corner. Laying in the center of the room, clustered together as though for warmth, are more then a dozen bodies.

Charro waited as the door opened, peering through for any signs of life. If nothing bad leaps out at him, he will put a safe distance between himself and the volatile Jim. "You guys tell us over comms if you find anything. I'll go help check the Medical Wing."
>Wait with the main group to see whether anything bad lies beyond this door, and if nothing happens go catch up to Mesk.
"Find anything of interest? ...To be honest I feel safer following you than the others, with the cyborg probably being a timebomb and all."
>Help search the place for anything. If I find a datapad, pop the chip I found into it and see what it contains.

((Edited for typo. Derp.))

You wait for either screaming or a message of all clear.

[Zako]

"Oooh... Shiny..."

Walk well around those bodies and check out that machine and determine what it does. Do NOT activate it.

[Tiruin]

Check out them bodies! Compare their looks to those I saw earlier.

Feyri began whistling in a most familiar tune to her, one that the mercenary corps would use in their spare time, both as a signal and as a recreational activity.

Something along the lines of "Twinkle, twinkle little star..."

"I wonder what actually wiped out everyone of them..."

[Zako]

Bishop turned in his wobbly walk to the machine, waving his arms slightly with each word.

"I would say it was probably the decompression. Totally nasty way to go man."

Turning back around, he kept staggering over to the machine, mumbling about how the oranges were mean assholes.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"'Scuse me." Jim started hacking the bodies up, then once Feyri was safely out of the way, melted them.

[kisame12794]

((Fuuuuck. Dead space ruined twinkle twinkle little star for me.))