FUUUUCK, I NEED TO STUDY SOON
!!srlFJqQzH9+ 11/12/08(Wed)23:52 No.2988671|
Misingus Thero Pint had had a lot of vast and wonderful encounters during his days as a Member of the Ordo Xenos. Somehow, he'd always found the Eldar were more than willing to let him on their ships. He was never sure why, but he always chalked it up to his charm, wit, and his knowledge of the ways of the Eldar Race.
He even made sure to bop himself on the head in the traditional greeting of the Eldar as the two dignitaries approached, accompanied by a small force of Guardians. They stark gray of his trenchcoat stood out against the simple gaudy yellow and blue of the Eldar before him, and he smiled after another friendly bop to his noggin.
"Ah, good day and salutations, my friends! I think-"
"Let us see them," the lead Eldar, a pompous faced warlock in deep purple and blue robes, shouted out, nodding for the man to step out of the way. "I wish to see this 'Bob Eldar', if you will."
Misingus nodded, waving to one of the scouts. Barrod stepped forward, one of the larger scouts in the group (He always seemed like a better shot with a missile launcher than the rest), grunting a short hello as he stooped to hide his form as best he could. Misingus prodded the man forward, even going so far as to hit the man on the back of the head when he started to argue in silent frustration with the man.
"See? Bob's doing fine and so are the rest of them! I'm sure we've worked out our part of the deal, then, yes? Did you bring what I asked?"
The warlock's graceful eyes lifted in disdain as he watched the stooped over scout try and shrink himself as small as possible by slumping his shoulders and neck, his feet quietly scuffing the metal of the bulkhead as he sought desperately to be reunited in the relative safety of his squad.