[color=8dc73f]"It's a curious thing, is it not? Such a curious designs of many legs, so precisely woven to move and then something gets on the way of one and all of them fumble because redundancy isn't in many xenos' vocabulary.[/color]" Medaira shrugged.[color=8dc73f]" I want to drop a gargoyle on somebody before our time on this planet is over."[/color] She finally added innocently.[color=8dc73f]" I have the perfect audio file loaded into my player just for it. It will be glorious and I'm certain I will win first prize in the trapper's competition I got going with some friends." [/color]

 [color=8dc73f]"Yes,drunken armsmen are happy armsmen. So I hear at least, something about being too wasted to care about things happening! Our dour friend prank victim Stukov, could certainly use the uplifting of spirits!"[/color] She chirped with a pun very much intended, but was playing it otherwise with straight face. Well as straight as Medaira's face was, which was a mixture of: way too innocent and plotting schemes that would result in somebody's pride crumbling at the end of an extremely embarassing chain of events. Which in itself was better than what most tech priests had which was confusing and otherworldly mechanical feel or uncanny valley.

 [color=8dc73f]"I'm certaaaaaainly up for a friendly competition between the three of us later~!"[/color] Medaira chimmed in when it came for booze drinking.[color=8dc73f]" I've got a meriad of ways to makeeeeeeee it even more interesting too![/color]" She added innocently, rocking her wine glass back and forth gently, making the red liquid swirl inside it.[color=8dc73f]" A few games we used to play back as weeeeeeeee trainees before I became a magos and all that."[/color] Medaira smiled.