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7 yrs ago
Current Sound reasoning: Finish the painting for the miniatures you have before acquiring more. Me: Naaaaah,
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7 yrs ago
And we are officially back.
8 yrs ago
To write again...that is the question...
9 yrs ago
Of course life continues forward like this. We may be closing in on the bitter end of my time here.
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9 yrs ago
Just Exalted this weekend, that and determining the future of Salem at this rate.

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Martial Arts, Writing, Reading, Coroner (No I'm not dead, I work there), Video games, and my friends. There: My life in a nutshell.

I do the Sci-fi, fantasy, urban fantasy, Dark fantasy and steampunk thing when it comes to roleplays. I'm pretty straight forward

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The corner of Silvack's mouth quirked at Rowan's comment almost as if he thought it was an amusing statement, given that he would readily give his life for his pack mates should such a thing be required however Rowan certainly had the right of it when it came to respect. Though it was not for any but a Hirogen to understand. "I shall accompany you, we do not yet know what this world holds and the best way to defeat any prey is to know it."

Silvack pushed himself from the wall smoothly. He harbored no ill will for Rowan, it was simply a difference in culture. He unfolded his arms and stood ready, being confined to the room was starting to wear. If the hunt taught one thing it was knowing when to sit and wait but also knowing when it was time to move. His instincts were telling him more information was required and the female didn't appear to be able or willing to provide more. Although Silvack had never been one for gathering information through conversation. A rather calous personality and cold demeanor stunted his social skills in that area.
That is a tad frustrating
Awesome, Shall I move my character skeleton here?
Silvack grunted non commitally at Damien, but slid his Tetryon rifle over his left shoulder then folded his arms still not offering his name but offering less hostility than before.

Given that Hirogen where not keen on forming strong relationships he still tolerated the other memebers of the merc crew even though most of them simply did not or could not understand his culture. However for a Hirogen tolerating an individual who was not hirogen and a member of his pack was the pinnacle of relatations with other species in Hirogen culture, other than hunter and prey of course which held almost religious reverance among the Hirogen.

"when we are done being pleasant perhaps we could focus on the fact that we know very little in regards to what exactly caused us to crash land on this..." He gestured and refrained from using the word backwater to discribe the planet.
Oh she looks all kinds of awesome this is going to be all manners of fun I think.
I left it in my subs incase something happens with it
Silvack fixed his cold eyes upon the women "You are saying that you have some sort of technology that is capable of healing traumatic injuries? I find this hard to believe."

With that the Hirogen hunter stalked over to the beds of the other crew members flicking the bio scanner out again. As he consulted the readings on the scanner his eyes narrowed. "I find this highly unusual, they appear to be in some sort of stasis while thier cells are regenerating." Silvack snapped his head back to Assallya "perhaps I have misjudged you, but I doubt this. I suspect that something else is at work here" Silvack looked over the others again. With that he turned his head in ever so slight deference to Rowan. "I will withhold judgement of this culture until I have learned more. Perhaps there are individuals here worthy of being prey."

With that Silvack returned to his place by the window, however this time it was with a different body language. Instead of that of a person looking at an insect and deciding if it was worth squashing it was that of a predator sizing up a potentially dangerous prey. Silvack might be cold and prideful but he wasn't stupid.
Silvack sniffed "given the primitive state of our accomadations and the garb of the elder individual I'd be willing to say we are a little further from advanced society than usual." With that Silvack turned to the window and observed the relatively low height of the sun "I'd also be curious to know exactly how long we were out and where is our ship. Or at the very least where the wreckage is. Perhaps that will be of use getting us off this planet as I doubt these individuals are space fairing" With that Silvack turned back from the window and rechecked his rifle making sure it was still holding its charge.
Okay, would you be cool with sand and salt? I can do just sand but the salt is critical for some of his spells.
Silvack detached the Bio scanner from his body armour and engaged the scanner running a self scan. "Minor contusions, minor fractures, healing concussion, no major internal damage." With that he snapped the scanner closed and ran a system diagnostic on the body armour as it administered additional stimulants and cell reconstruction agents. "Now that we are all mostly conscious, where the hell are we and what the hell happened?" Standing Silvack tested his limbs and joints before picking up his hanger sword snapped it's sheath into the armour over his right shoulder and picked up the rifle checking its scanner and its power source. Before lifting his helm and sliding it over his head.

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