Why does seemingly everyone think or insinuate that Hatuum's eager to threaten or even attack someone ? He hasn't even got any weapons with him...
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People are torn apart in the status bar ? Not me. I am heavier than iron, splitting me apart will release dangerous levels of energy.
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People are torn apart in the status bar ? Not me. I am heavier than iron, splitting me apart will release dangerous levels of energy.
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I got money, I'll just buy the whole prison including all inmates from the state, but not before placing a bet on the financial markets that crime rate will massively increase very soon and suddenly.
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Colleagues told me I'd look like a viking. I'm not sure whether that's a compliment, a warning, something derogative or all of these things.
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I'd change the name from 'President' to 'Presidentist' to troll the nation. If a press conference is too noisy, I let a piece of chalk screech on an old whiteboard in front of the microphone.
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Why doesn't the US government order the invasion of their own country, North America got plenty of natural resources, too! *looks at ICE and national guard activities* Oh wait, they already are...
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Oh... he caught on to his false smiling. Also, I have a feeling that he and Alenios will not get along... he'll still probably your guy if he's effective in combat as he looks.
Well... Hatuum is not really fast. How can he ? However you probably don't want to get caught by one of his hands.
"Well... if you want to be remembered about how it is to... explore the wilderness et cetera... then the first step is to stop this senseless singing. It's not part of any usual adventure, so you'd contaminate your own memories by continuing doing it. Alright ?" An-Hasst grinned behind both ears, revealing his large and quite sharp teeth towards Ursaren and being perfectly aware of his bluntness.
The Skayleigh didn't like the swamp. His feet dug into it until the murky water was up to his waist - which was situated a considerable lot higher than those of the others. The distance itself did hardly impress him, but the swamp rapidly developed into a major annoyance. An-Hasst's mood ultimately hit the point when he yelled at Calanon, asking if he'd allow him to sit on Brogach's back again. Not that the Skayleigh expected 'yes' to be a probable answer. Others likely would become eager to raise themselves to that level of comfort as well.
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The Skayleigh didn't like the swamp. His feet dug into it until the murky water was up to his waist - which was situated a considerable lot higher than those of the others. The distance itself did hardly impress him, but the swamp rapidly developed into a major annoyance. An-Hasst's mood ultimately hit the point when he yelled at Calanon, asking if he'd allow him to sit on Brogach's back again. Not that the Skayleigh expected 'yes' to be a probable answer. Others likely would become eager to raise themselves to that level of comfort as well.
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Hatuum had to make a considerable effort to stop himself from smirking. Was anyone one the persons in front of him aware of how much unvarnished... unfriendliness... they had just released towards him ? Well of course he could be wrong objectively, but for subjective feelings nothing but one's own and current point of view was relevant.
First of all there was this Alenios or whoever he was. Admittedly, Hatuum didn't have much to do with politics and courtly affairs - at least not from an 'ordinary' point of view. He wasn't completely aware of the man's role here, but suspecting someone of having an intent to satisfy multiple desires while that someone had hardly done anything more but to say 'hello' was quite unexpected. And then the man lost track of his schedule on when to pretend which positive emotion. All this smiling - all this false smiling.
Amiartys, the one he had initially addressed, appeared to be of a much more friendly kind. The person appearing behind him and being called Mycandros however was not. It didn't escape Hatuum's attention that the vampire had been very close to openly threatening him with his impressive long sword and the giant was quite glad about Amiartys stopping the hostility while it was still in its subtle infancy. The vampire bodyguard or whatever he was had already earned his place on the list of possibly dangerous persons though. Hatuum had been hesitant enough not to carry a weapon in here. That was with the exception of his own body of course. Quite a lot of people probably considered him to be a weapon himself. He didn't. Raw flesh was pretty defenseless against a sharp blade, no matter how much there was available of it. Hatuum had blasted his way through a few taverns though...
When Amelia decided to take things into her own hands literally, Hatuum became seriously concerned about the possibility of the situation escalating. How would Amiartys react to this kind of demonstration ? The self-appointed assassin didn't wait for the reaction of the mercenary leader but instead opted for sitting down as told quickly. Given that his biceps were thicker than many men's thighs already, one could probably imagine the extent of Hatuum's own legs burying the bench beneath them. Sometimes he really hated himself for being what he was, but most of the time he did the opposite.
"Hatuum. Just... Hatuum. There's nothing more to add to my name." He briefly paused, waiting for an reaction before he decided to just go on. "So... a mercenary leader ? May I ask what you do exactly ?"
First of all there was this Alenios or whoever he was. Admittedly, Hatuum didn't have much to do with politics and courtly affairs - at least not from an 'ordinary' point of view. He wasn't completely aware of the man's role here, but suspecting someone of having an intent to satisfy multiple desires while that someone had hardly done anything more but to say 'hello' was quite unexpected. And then the man lost track of his schedule on when to pretend which positive emotion. All this smiling - all this false smiling.
Amiartys, the one he had initially addressed, appeared to be of a much more friendly kind. The person appearing behind him and being called Mycandros however was not. It didn't escape Hatuum's attention that the vampire had been very close to openly threatening him with his impressive long sword and the giant was quite glad about Amiartys stopping the hostility while it was still in its subtle infancy. The vampire bodyguard or whatever he was had already earned his place on the list of possibly dangerous persons though. Hatuum had been hesitant enough not to carry a weapon in here. That was with the exception of his own body of course. Quite a lot of people probably considered him to be a weapon himself. He didn't. Raw flesh was pretty defenseless against a sharp blade, no matter how much there was available of it. Hatuum had blasted his way through a few taverns though...
When Amelia decided to take things into her own hands literally, Hatuum became seriously concerned about the possibility of the situation escalating. How would Amiartys react to this kind of demonstration ? The self-appointed assassin didn't wait for the reaction of the mercenary leader but instead opted for sitting down as told quickly. Given that his biceps were thicker than many men's thighs already, one could probably imagine the extent of Hatuum's own legs burying the bench beneath them. Sometimes he really hated himself for being what he was, but most of the time he did the opposite.
"Hatuum. Just... Hatuum. There's nothing more to add to my name." He briefly paused, waiting for an reaction before he decided to just go on. "So... a mercenary leader ? May I ask what you do exactly ?"
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Too busy these times :/
Vaughtar
For a brief moment it appeared that the gargoyle had not noticed that the small man he had tried to save from the bitter cold had died. When Vaughtar did however, his eyes opened widely within a single moment. He launched the body into the air as if hit by an invisible, but large and very pointy needle in his giant back. A dead body lying on his breast! Everyone knew that things started rotting the moment they died! Well... yes... he had killed one or two snabbits my crushing them, but these things had lived at the moment of impact and most of their material had fallen off of him immediately. With disgust written on his face, Vaughtar rolled to the side while the body was in the air. Unfortunately though he hadn't taken into account all the things that lay in the path of his evasive maneuver before actually initiating it...
With a loud bang, the gargoyle slammed against the stone altar. Snow that still happened to hang over its edges fell off and given the loud noise, worries about the altar's base having been damaged were probably not too far away. Now the dead man returned to the ground, resuling in another barrage of cracking noises.
Vaughtar looked around: Shanon, Dimitri, the other operatives... What did they have to think now of him ? The thought occupied him so much that he didn't even notice the marines' ongoing quarrel. He was quite a bit afraid and there wasn't much of an effort he put into his voice in order to conceal this. "Oh dear... I've screwed up, haven't I ?"
The majority of the public session proved itself to be even more boring than Hatuum's anxiety had anticipated. Political discussions of the kind that was going on would not net him any new contract. What had he expected however ? A mercenary's life was no bed of roses, so what should an assassin's life be ? Yet the situation started to become more and more boring at an alarming rate.
The unnaturally pale man started to spend an increasing portion of his time on tasks other than paying attention to the words spoken down there. He heard the large entrance gates open and close multiple times and on almost every occasion, Hatuum turned his head around to look who's coming. Only very few were of real interest for him though - one of them being Amiartys. It had rather not been the man himself that had attracted Hatuum's attention, but the fact that he had gathered five guards around him - and... a boy ? Why would anyone bring a young kid in here ? Hatuum found his words rather erratic and being a clear indication of inexperience. However on the other hand there was some implication behind the mere circumstance that someone who appeared to be as important or at least well-situated like Amiartys was actually willing to have such a person around himself.
Hatuum was on his way making the decision to get up and approach him in a casual manner, but shortly before he was able to finalize his thoughts, things changed down where the elder was talking. So... Germans. He smirked. Why were historians still bothering about taking notes of their malicious activity ? Wouldn't it save a lot of parchment and memory if one started to mention peaceful times only ? His own life hardly covered any timespan worth being mentioned from a vampire's perspective, but he roughly knew what had happened over the course of the late last century. The question was... Was he willing to engage himself in open combat against them ? The thing was bound to earn him something, but it would be quite off his usual approach as well.
Hatuum decided to defer his decision. The issue would not run away from him. Most likely not even the ongoing debate would do since these were prone to last long. The man who many considered to be some sort of strange monster got up sluggishly, turned around and went up the stairs taking several of them at once with each step he made. The mercenary Amiartys was dead ahead and was now approached by him. Hatuum wasn't sure about what to say, but everything would be better than sitting around there and doing... nothing... until things cleared up.
"Hello there."
The unnaturally pale man started to spend an increasing portion of his time on tasks other than paying attention to the words spoken down there. He heard the large entrance gates open and close multiple times and on almost every occasion, Hatuum turned his head around to look who's coming. Only very few were of real interest for him though - one of them being Amiartys. It had rather not been the man himself that had attracted Hatuum's attention, but the fact that he had gathered five guards around him - and... a boy ? Why would anyone bring a young kid in here ? Hatuum found his words rather erratic and being a clear indication of inexperience. However on the other hand there was some implication behind the mere circumstance that someone who appeared to be as important or at least well-situated like Amiartys was actually willing to have such a person around himself.
Hatuum was on his way making the decision to get up and approach him in a casual manner, but shortly before he was able to finalize his thoughts, things changed down where the elder was talking. So... Germans. He smirked. Why were historians still bothering about taking notes of their malicious activity ? Wouldn't it save a lot of parchment and memory if one started to mention peaceful times only ? His own life hardly covered any timespan worth being mentioned from a vampire's perspective, but he roughly knew what had happened over the course of the late last century. The question was... Was he willing to engage himself in open combat against them ? The thing was bound to earn him something, but it would be quite off his usual approach as well.
Hatuum decided to defer his decision. The issue would not run away from him. Most likely not even the ongoing debate would do since these were prone to last long. The man who many considered to be some sort of strange monster got up sluggishly, turned around and went up the stairs taking several of them at once with each step he made. The mercenary Amiartys was dead ahead and was now approached by him. Hatuum wasn't sure about what to say, but everything would be better than sitting around there and doing... nothing... until things cleared up.
"Hello there."
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