Drans looked around, delighted to see some new faces, but deciding not to initiate a conversation. They probably don't like skeletons... well the fighter guy doesn't seem to care about the different species interacting with each other.
Meanwhile, Takao sat by herself, carefully sharpening her sword.
Mary moves over to the wall, as to not take up space for the more... normal... people. I hear a sword being sharpened... Let's hope they don't use it...
Monika was sitting in the corner, her foot on the table. Her day probably just ended, because she looked exhausted.
cleaning his blade stained with the evidence of his last battle as he checks his gear over
"What a dead party. I know what would spice this place up" he threw done his suprisingly massive arsenal of weapons
cleaning her 20 inch guns after using them to shell a castle full of undeads
She walked to the bar's garage, inspecting a KwK 42 gun, the 7.5 centimeter weapon used by the Panther, which was hanging by a crane.
he had a sentient arm cannon strapped to his left arm he was tunning up to fire high concentrated void rounds
Never mind the Sabaton tank hanging around too.
"hey isn't that the tank belonging to the Swedish heavy metal band sabaton?"
“Does it matter either way?”
"thats a relic if i've ever seen one err i'm referring to the tank not you mam"
"Right, right, you're not calling her old..."
"Showing off our weapons, are we? Then in that case, I have this!" She gestures to her Armiger Knight Warglaive, Triumphal.
he pulls out a spartan laser and probably had a scorpion tank out somewhere
Jeez, you lot certainly do make Shay‘s arsenal look small, but that’s okay, you don’t see Shay complaining.
She did a shrug nobody could see, considering she was inside of the mech. "This weapon is wonderful... if you don't fall over.*
he just walks up to her in a mantis
and he walks up in a voidrig necramech
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