[Nexus] HALO 175: Insert Witty Comment Here

[Mee]

And Civvy's grin results in Evan's grin appearing.

I'll be sure to remember that.

"Good. Good.


Oh, hey Sammie." Civvy says, waving to him.

[DoomITP]

Evan turns to face Sam.

Can't say that I've met you. I'm Evan, nice to meet you.

[FireFox]

Samael pours a glass half empty with vert absinthe, then places the spoon over it. A lump of sugar goes on top of the spoon, then the silver-haired man patiently drips ice cold water on top of the sugar, drop by drop, as he watches the other two people. Hello Civiron. You're lovely, today. His green eyes flick over to Evan. Ah, yes, nice to meet you as well.

[Mee]

Samael pours a glass half empty with vert absinthe, then places the spoon over it. A lump of sugar goes on top of the spoon, then the silver-haired man patiently drips ice cold water on top of the sugar, drop by drop, as he watches the other two people. Hello Civiron. You're lovely, today. His green eyes flick over to Evan. Ah, yes, nice to meet you as well.

"Oh, why . . . um . . . Thank you, Sammie." Civvy says, blushing slightly at that remark.
"You look . . .

Thirsty?" She ventures, unsure of how to reply to the compliment.

[DoomITP]

Evan nods and goes to find himself a drink.

[FireFox]

I am celebrating. The assassin watches the emerald colored liquid turn into a milky cloud, the louche that brings out the full flavor of absinthe. My job is finally finished.

[Mee]

I am celebrating. The assassin watches the emerald colored liquid turn into a milky cloud, the louche that brings out the full flavor of absinthe. My job is finally finished.

"Meaning that one job, or finished finished?" Civvy asks, one eyebrow raised slightly.

[FireFox]

Samael sips from the glass. The one, main job I had is now finished finished. A successful project that nobody will ever hear about for a hundred years.


Kyne might be looking for Carrie, if she's around.

[Mee]

Samael sips from the glass. The one, main job I had is now finished finished. A successful project that nobody will ever hear about for a hundred years.

"Huh. But why?
Won't the flowers be all dead by then?

I mean, you are a florist, right?" Civvy asks, looking all innocent with her head tilted at a slight, inquisitive angle, her bangs falling into her eyes.

[DoomITP]

Evan smirks.

He's about as much of a florist as I am.

[FireFox]

The man takes another drink, then hands the glass to Civvy. You know a lot about flowers then, Evan?

[DoomITP]

Oh definitely. Been working with flowers for years. You should see my clippers.

Evan is enjoying the floral code talk.

[Devixer]

Gel/Divebomb will run into Nai first, but Grant is welcome to enter the observation room then. She peers at the stranger from the doorway, trying to guess what sort've hero he might be, before hopping forward to greet him.

"Hi there. What's your name?" That introduction's never failed her before, especially with such a cheery disposition.

Nai is staring out at the ocean when Gel makes her introduction, and he slowly turns his head towards her. She'll probably notice that even his eyes are covered by the face-gauze, making how he sees a mystery. "Some have taken to calling me Nai. Who are you?"

[Murkus]

"I'd prefer if people called me Divebomb," Gel declares with a grin. She moves up to stand beside Nai and peer out into the ocean. "What're you doing?"

A glance is afforded to Grant, when he appears, as it's hard to sneak up on Gelley. "Hi!" She says, by way of passing greeting.

[Mee]

Civvy just shrugs; apparently plants are amazing.
Who'da thunk it.

Instead of joining the conversation, and after the glass was handed to her, she realized that she was thirsty!
So she decided to take a sip of the offered drink, because it can only be good for you because he gave it to her.

She spits it out nearly a full second after tasting it.

"What . . . even . . . is this?"

[Devixer]

"I was meditating. It is how I spend most of my time when I have not received an order from my Patron," Nai says. Though to him, it's been very long since he last heard from Carrion. Maybe he should go out hunting, to keep his skills sharp.

[FireFox]

Good for you. Samael clearly doesn't think Evan is worth any more of his time.
Civvy will find that this absinthe has been magically enhanced. The anise flavoring may not be to her taste, but the drink is as intoxicating as power and delicious as sin.
That would be absinthe, my dear. The good stuff, from Magia. It opens the mind and wakes your body up while inebriating you. Lucid drunkenness, they call it.

[Mee]

Good for you. Samael clearly doesn't think Evan is worth any more of his time.
Civvy will find that this absinthe has been magically enhanced. The anise flavoring may not be to her taste, but the drink is as intoxicating as power and delicious as sin.
That would be absinthe, my dear. The good stuff, from Magia. It opens the mind and wakes your body up while inebriating you. Lucid drunkenness, they call it.

"Iiiiiii think I'm okay." Civvy informs him, handing the glass back and turning the stove on to heat up some water for tea.

[Murkus]

"I was meditating. It is how I spend most of my time when I have not received an order from my Patron," Nai says. Though to him, it's been very long since he last heard from Carrion. Maybe he should go out hunting, to keep his skills sharp.

"Patron? Huh," Gel says, not really understanding. "So have you heard about HALO's strike teams?"

[Devixer]

"No, I haven't. I'm not an official member of this HALO, and I do not keep up to date on its developments." That statement might sound a little strange to Divebomb.

[FireFox]

Your loss. He takes a seat and slowly drinks, getting a good thousand yard stare going.

[Mee]

Your loss. He takes a seat and slowly drinks, getting a good thousand yard stare going.

"You should try some tea. S'good for you.
Unlike that stuff that'll kill you."
Civvy doesn't care much for alcohol.

[Murkus]

"No, I haven't. I'm not an official member of this HALO, and I do not keep up to date on its developments." That statement might sound a little strange to Divebomb.

"Then what're you here for?" Gelley asks with a laugh. It seemed awfully silly to stick around.

[FireFox]

Samael turns and stares at the goddess' backside until she turns around so he can give her an incredulous look. Really? Not even considering that there are many much more likely ways for me to get killed, the long term effects of alcohol can be cured with magic.

[Mee]

Samael turns and stares at the goddess' backside until she turns around so he can give her an incredulous look. Really? Not even considering that there are many much more likely ways for me to get killed, the long term effects of alcohol can be cured with magic.

". . . so can stab wounds. 'Magic' isn't a terribly great counter-argument.

Or maybe it is.

Either way."
By this point, her tea was ready, and she began to sip at it.

[FireFox]

If most of my problems can be solved with magic, why worry about them? He finishes off his absinthe and leans back in his chair.

[Devixer]

"I am here to assist when needed until I can return to the Nexus that I know," Nai says, with not discernible change in his voice.

[Mee]

If most of my problems can be solved with magic, why worry about them? He finishes off his absinthe and leans back in his chair.

Civvy shrugs slightly. If the magic ever went away, which was going to be her point, what would become of her?
Better just not to voice it.
"Eh."

[FireFox]

Samael's attention drifts away for a moment, then comes back to Civvy. How have you been?

[Murkus]

"I am here to assist when needed until I can return to the Nexus that I know," Nai says, with not discernible change in his voice.

"Ah," Gel says, getting it now. An alternate universe thingy. The scientists at Elexxion had said there couldn't be any alternate Nexus, though... well, those were educated guesses at best. Her voice turns persuasive. "Well, as long as you're here... how about you join my new strike team? We'll be patrolling Inside, mostly! Tobias wanted s'more people out on the street."