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[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Right. Scaring us near shitless is a joke.

You need more work on that."

[Jellycat12]

"I'm not even sure he should be Able to pronounce thAt"

[Spinal_Taper]

"I'm multi-talented. I'll be gone for a bit. Don't get yourselves killed."
Tyrion walks outside into the forest.

[Jellycat12]

Silver frowns and goes outside.

[Spinal_Taper]

She catches glimpses of Tyrion sprinting through the trees, jets on the back of his armor firing periodically, helping him evade incoming trees and branches.

[Vorthon]

Kwykathen comes back downstairs, carrying a bloody sack filled with meat.

"Anywhere I could store this so it doesn't spoil?"

[Jellycat12]

She follows him, keeping as far away as possible while still able to see him.

"In the frIdge"

[Vorthon]

Kwykathen chucks the sack of meat in the fridge, and sits down on one of the sofas.

"Geh. Need to get out of this armor. It's starting to get uncomfortable."

Bryan goes to the fridge and takes out some meat.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Richard watched Madness, bored
((My battery's running down. Night !))

[Spinal_Taper]

Tyrion eventually stops flying, stopping to take a short break in a meadow to key somethings into his wrist pad. A small sphere breaks from the rear of his armor, leaving a semi-sphere missing. It flies into the air and begins a systemic search of the area. He pulls a small antannae from his wristpad, plugs it into the side of his helm, then continues punching buttons on the wristpad.

[Jellycat12]

Silver frowns and flies back.

"He's acting pretty weird and flighty I'll need to investigate further."

[Spinal_Taper]

As Silver exits the hive again, the sphere that detatched from Tyrions armor flies up to her. It glows with an eerie red light, and speaks with a very disorted form of Tyrions voice.
"No. You won't."
The voice hesitates.
"In fact, don't tell anyone about what happened. I will. Once I figure out what it is."

[Jellycat12]

"I have my ways."

Silver spits a bit of fire at it.

[OREOSOME]

Luca passes out on the couch.

[Spinal_Taper]

The drone takes the burst unharmed.
"This machine is made from polymers you've never heard of. Damaging it is somewhat unlikely. Look. Once I've got this figured out, you can talk about it all you want."
Once again, it hesitates a bit, as if it were unused to being polite.
"As a favor. For me. Please."