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[Keita]

*The cyborg stares dumbly up at the Dao then pelts it in a new dircetion, cursing it's luck.*

[Tellemurius]

*Stretches out on the sofa*
"Oh damn im molting feathers..."
*picks up the feathers he left*

[Something Evil]

*The cyborg stares dumbly up at the Dao then pelts it in a new dircetion, cursing it's luck.*

T: "You do realize you'll trip on something and twist a limb, do you not?"


*Meanwhile, the Tyrant seeks out Nysa's mind, sending her a simple "So?", the impression of its meaning hinting at the smaller male near her.*

[Keita]

*The tyrants thoughts hit a wall of panic and fear around the cyborgs half organic mind as he continues running.*

[Vorthon]

*Meanwhile, the Tyrant seeks out Nysa's mind, sending her a simple "So?", the impression of its meaning hinting at the smaller male near her.*

N:"Yes. But only somewhat. I still want some control over him."

[Something Evil]

N:"Yes. But only somewhat. I still want some control over him."

T: "I sincerely doubt that I could entirely counteract the tide of endorphin flooding his system."

*The tyrants thoughts hit a wall of panic and fear around the cyborgs half organic mind as he continues running.*

T: "Fine, trip then."

[Keita]

*And trip he does, faceplanting into the snow and hitting a rock underneath.*

[Something Evil]

*And trip he does, faceplanting into the snow and hitting a rock underneath.*

T: 'Idiot...'

*A trio of Zoanthropes come in, lifting him up gently into the air, scanning for any head trauma.*

[Vorthon]

*Vorthon is sitting by Nysa's feet, smiling and purring, his arms wrapped around one leg.*

N:"Seriously. This is getting annoying."

[Keita]

((You do know sending creatures that are designed to give people nightmares to greet someone isn't the best thing to do =P))

*The 'borg is out cold, a gash right of center on his fore head drips blood.*

[Something Evil]

((You do know sending creatures that are designed to give people nightmares to greet someone isn't the best thing to do =P))

*The 'borg is out cold, a gash right of center on his fore head drips blood.*

((Hence the reason for doing it. For far too long has the 'nid been shot and stabbed at for a welcome. Reversal time.))
*The Zoanthropes bring the cyborg to the puddle, keeping him suspended in midair, drawing a little of the biofluid inside the deceptively small pool and applying it to the wound.*

*Vorthon is sitting by Nysa's feet, smiling and purring, his arms wrapped around one leg.*

N:"Seriously. This is getting annoying."

*A lictor appears near the lovey-dovey pair, a long, slim chitinous case, concave, hanging loosely from a set of straps wrapped around its fingers. It is stubbornly opaque, only several small holes within the hollowed part leaving a clue as to the goings-on inside the item.*
T: "Chemical processor. It should be able to draw sustenance and raw materials from his bloodstream and feed appropriate chemicals back in. Tailor-made, of course. The ex-mercenary has one as well, and thus far... hasn't killed anyone. "

[The Merchant Of Menace]

*Yumi is sitting around*
*Crystal is still shuffling*

[Keita]

*The cyborg is still out cold.*

[Something Evil]

*Amity awakes again, quite content with the extra nap.*
A: "Hi. Uh... how's your burn feeling?"

*The cyborg is still out cold.*

*The Tyrant considers taking a peek inside the newcomer's mind, but decides against it, lest it wreck something.*

[Keita]

*The cyborg mummbles something and half opens his eyes.*