[b][i][u]Hell. -blam!-ing. Yes.[/u][/i][/b]
Days after days after days. It took him forever to make it, to conceive it, but he did it. A portable, resilient, adaptable armor. Pilon, Melnoch, and many other materials from him and the peaceful race. It. Was. Glorious. But, alas he was going to have some fun. He wasn't going to tell anyone, he wasn't going to whip it out until absolutely needed, adds to the dramatic effect. He smirked at his devious plan. He sighed, put on a Spider-Man t-shirt, some jeans and sneakers, and made his way back to the ship, his new and improved armor taking the shape of a silver necklace with a cross.
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"I see your endeavor was succesul, Walker."
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"It was much more than successful. A suit of armor composed of Melnoch, your metals, my metals, with the capabilities of shapeshifting and technomorphing, I can't thank you enough."
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"Come, you and the others must hungry, yes?"
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"I'm starving. You ever heard of spaghetti?"
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"Fpimal?" [i]Error, Dialect untranslatable[/i] "We have meats from the Ildrest down on the plains. The meat is tender, along with the Jyuil plants. Its leaves have a calming benefit."
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"No spaghetti?" He sighs. "Guess I'll try your stuff. Lead the way."
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[b]He's led to a dinner that is being set. The others are already present[/b]
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"Yes." He immediately starts to stuff his plate with everything available.
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"Nice suit, hotshot. Where'd you get the extra Melnoch from?" Dahlia leans against a wall of the ship, smoking a cigar.
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"The locals. You getting any?"
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Edited by VertheAlt: 2/21/2016 6:30:09 AM"The locals are stingy bastards. Only gave most of us a lump." Dahlia nods to a mere bracelet of the ting in her wrist.
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"Hm. If you say so."
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"Tell me honestly; did you steal it?"
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"Not the Melnoch. The other stuff yeah."