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[DrunkDorfPally]

((Never really stated per se for the ones that weren't assigned to just one sister, but he'd probably break down at some point w/o repairs any way.  Uh, what the Heck do I look like w/o a Helmet?     Can I talk or even live w/o a helmet?))

*It just looks up at the strange Spider creature. a single tear going down it's weathered cheek.*

[Twi]

((I seem to recall that the helmet has no impact on your voice- your body is modified to sound like that. Living? Of course you can. Now, as for what you look like...you might actually just be a person in there, I think...))
Thera attempts to pull off the helmet.

[Phantom]

((Big daddies look like splicers. In fact, they are Splicers. Actually, I think it varies...))
Dariel walks over to Thera.
"I don't think I can let this thing use my brothers corpse. I need to bury him, his soul belongs to the warp now..."

[dwarfguy2]

"I return, lord. I have brought a cleric with me. I believe it shall be able to help The Feeding One."
"Good. Feeding one, have you made your decision?"

[Something Evil]

*Its massive head bows slowly, and softly whispers through its mind.*
"You have my gratitude, Human. Your dead sshall not be touched if sso you wissh."

"The Hive doessss not work that way, masster of the dead. We do not obey, we act. It issss a ssingle will that binds ussss all. We learn, we decide, then act. Assss onneee. If you will have me here, it will be by thossse termss. Protection isss not needed, and, given time, biomassss can be created from the very groundd. I have been created to fight, and every waking moment hasss had me perfect. And combat is faaaarr morre diverssse than the mere swing of a claw. The firssst part of combat liesss in thoughtsss. We have seeen peoplesss fight for decadesss without a ssingle drop of blood, ussing only wordsss and meaningssss. We have harnesssed thisss ssside of war asss well; a city turned againsst itsself soon weakenss."

[Phantom]

Dariel thought for a second, almost feeling connected to the Xeno, and then his mind goes silent yet again.

[dwarfguy2]

"As long as you promise not to murder anyone here, you may do what you wish."

[Twi]

((You know what would be ironic? If a Big Daddy turned out to be a girl. Seriously, underneath all that armor, you'd never know, I think.))
Thera sighs, pulls out whatever is holding the Daddy's helmet on, then pulls the thing off for real this time...

[Phantom]

Dariel sighs, bringing a different corpse out of the Baneblade. A friend, he thought, a friend in death, and leaves it in place of his Brothers corpse, and he departs to bury his brother.

[Tellemurius]

((no they were males, besides i don't think i can handle a big sister anymore ))
*sleeping in treemanor*

[DrunkDorfPally]

((Those are Big Sisters.  XP))

*The biological part of the Bid Daddy just looks sadly up at the sky.  So similar and yet so different from the ocean surface he is so used to being above him.*

[Twi]

((I know, but the point stands. If a woman WAS in a Big Daddy suit, it'd be hard to figure out.))
Thera looks at the Big Daddy's head, then smiles and kisses him on the cheek.
"Big Daddy, they called you? Guess they didn't have the same sense of scale people around here do." She hauls him to his feet.

[Phantom]

Ghost wanders off to find Twi.

[Twi]

Twi is still in the lair, enjoying the contents of the fridge.

[Phantom]

Ghost arrives.
"Hey, dude, seen Dariel anywhere?"