Insert a timely entrance of the long lived cat, sitting down at a solitude place, and ordering a mere coffee.
The bloodied man's answer caused Camry to scowl. "Sorry, mate." He said.
The SPARTAN stared at whatever camry was as one hand reached for the hilt of his deactivated Energy Sword before he returned it to resting beside his body. His MJLONIR Mark III armor had a number of plasma burns on it, but if they bothered him any he didn't show it
She raised a brow at this strange man, held one of her hands out, and almost suddenly, his wounds were fixed. The damage to his suit couldn't be fixed, but you know.
Camry noticed the warrior fiddle with the sword at his side. He could feel the presence of power and determination from the guy. He could feel the rage of knowing somewhat of what the warrior was going through. Losing friends and family...everything you know....He took a breath before saying, "Look I know that trusting may be hard for you right now considering. But if you need assistance, I'd help you. Teach me of your weaponry and of the enemy and I'll help you raise an army. Or if you want I can leave you. You probably just see a weakling kid anyway. Just let me know, your choice."
Silvera would walk over to the new entries "I apologize for needing to do this, but I need to ask for your weapons, we cannot have you all threatening patrons with those"
"these are UNSC properties unless you are a armorer within the UNSC i will decline the handing over of my weaponry" his visor blocked his face
"Let the man keep it. It's not like he's going to open fire on us."
"affirmative mam UNSC article 4/8215 "no SPARTAN on or off duty will fire upon any person, or thing, unless provoked"
Camry glared at the woman. "Do we look to be bothering anyone?" He growled
Never mind that Specter has her big saw, after all.....
"I understand, but if issues happen it's my job to do the protection of the patrons and your weapons will not be far, they will just be at the door in a magic box that only the owners of the weapons can take those specific weapons out"
"and i have my orders to not hand over my equipment be it my armor, or my weapons, away mam"
"I don't think you understand, but none of us are going to just surrender our weapons."
queue Phantom pulling a Mon3tr and appearing near kal'tsit
"well this is an interesting spot you've decided to come to"
"well this is an interesting spot you've decided to come to"
"It is not surrendering your weapons. People can feel in danger if you have your weapons and be on edge"
"Me? Give up my weapon?"
"Lady, you wanna take weapons and put then in a magic box? That's not happening, leave us be."
Insert....one of the biggest laughs, a tribute to her madness, that came from her.
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