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[color=0086ce]Horned Bastard, 202nd of the Ravenous Cohort[/color]
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[color=0086ce]"I see."[/color] 

HB acknowledged the leader's words with seemingly only the bare minimum of attention, eyes fixed on a point somewhere behind him. Nevertheless, they were very aware of the world around them. A pointed ear twitched as the twins made their opinions known, the Totality cog noting their comments but letting them go without remark. What was the use in replying? There was nothing HB could say that would add any value to the conversation, little as there already was.

The Egyptians had not joined the Coalition, for reasons that had made sense at the time. Perhaps one day they would, perhaps one day they wouldn't; it mattered not. Things happened as they happened. 

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They had sat alone in the room for some time, waving away Jacobin's concerned offer of company. The Devil moved when it wanted to and engaged with others when it wished, neither of which it did often. Solitude and stillness suited them when not otherwise occupied, a machine at rest waiting to be switched on. But engines did best when warmed up and HB, while not as fastidious as some of their comrades, did see the wisdom in performing gear checks.  

Thus they found their way to the MAS hangar, hooves clacking quietly against the polyurthane coating the floor. Had they wished to they could have moved entirely silently but had learned that people tended to find that unsettling. It was a good thing HB had allowed their presence to be known, for they shared the space with the rather high-strung Feanulde.

[color=0086ce]"Good evening."[/color] they said by way of greeting, dipping their head. [color=0086ce]"There were no major issues with your suit."[/color]

It wasn't a question. Had there been a serious issue, HB assumed the elf would be much more perturbed than she was currently. 

[@Chevaleresse]