#girugin

[fuckabledragonoftheday]

Unnamed Fire Dragon From 'None Shall Intrude'

[commanderplease]

Giru: "Commander... with us getting contact with the Templars... I'd like to request permission to go and train with them.. I've.. felt like my abilities were not reaching their full potential with XCOM's psi-training.. and I need to see if the Templars have what I'm missing..."

Commander : “How can you say that in front of your own father! He raised you so well!

But all jokes aside... *sigh* If you think you’ll progress more with them, then... do what you think is best. But promise to come back, ok? To make the Instructor drool over your new skills! ;)”

[a-railroad-engineer]

"Ah, Dah Yes." *A small cough from the other side of the gasmask the fellow was wearing.* " 'Mine is in the shop.' Yes? See we are allies, no need to reach for weapon and I keep mine holstered. Now!" *A rather extravagant motion from the Rain-soaked duster wearing man.* "I'm known as Finder, and I believe I can be of help to you. Work you do needs parts, yes?" *The man had an unmistakably Russian accent, and had an well-loved looking AK-47 slung over his shoulder, next to a large backpack.*

Tim’s eyebrows shot to the top of his forehead. THAT was unexpected. “Well hey my Russian friend. Yeah, I need some parts. I know where you can get them, problem is that the place is crawling with gen 1s and 2s.”

[coffinkin]

It had been a few weeks since Nyx and Reaper had made their feelings known. Nyx hadn't exactly changed overnight, but the twenty year-old WAS acting different. Almost.. More open in a sense? And definitely a little more affectionate. Despite being being practically raised by Reaper, unless she was sobbing, or utterly terrified, she never sought out the physical contact. It was almost as if she was scared of being touched. But in these past few weeks, Nyx had been doing a lot of physical contact with Reaper, such as snuggling, cuddling, nuzzling, & hand-holding. And it was all done with a little shyness and a slight flush to her cheeks It was almost always done when the two of them were alone, though. Seems as if she was nervous to show the others too much of her soft side. @girugin

[night-terror-necrophobia]

*As Necro walks through his lab he suddenly finds himself feeling a sensation... one he had not felt in many a year now.. the grip of the aura of fear of his former master, it seemed to clutch at his very soul.. and he felt he was being watched... stalked....*

While true they haven’t felt it for a long time.. there was no mistaking it, the shades in and around the building would begin feeling nervous and scared as well. ‘This isn’t good.. if that sheep found a way to travel out of the nightmarescape he’s sure to be after me..’ Necro thought before quickening their pace, now going for an exit to their lab mostly due to not wanting any work or specimens to be destroyed.

[commanderplease]

Julian: *A message crosses over Shen's terminal in the workshop.* "I know you do not trust me after what happened, but I want to admit fault and apologize for trying to kill you, I'm afraid I was rendered rather insane from 20 years of torture followed by isolation. I know you'll want to keep me at arm's length so for now I'll simply tell you, I've hacked my way into Advent servers, and I will feed you Intel about these new 'Chosen' whenever I find it. - Julian."

Shen : “Oh I will scan your data a thousand way and back before I even open any files, you parasite! Damn right I don’t trust you!”

[night-terror-necrophobia]

*When Necro arrived upon a new world and roused the dead with promises of revenge he would find several previous battlefields all with many dead calling for revenge.. and all of them.. apparently seeking it against one individual... Necro could see through flickers of the Dead's memories.. they remembered a Monster, a warrior wielding a black eastern-styled sword, and with a tattoo of a black dragon that burned and tore at their flesh in the battle... the Darkblade.. Hazik Murok...*

The necromancer had to put a hand over their right eye from so many similar flashes of memory, yet they smirked from being ever so glad the dead all agreed to the deal. “Yes my new recruits, focus your hatred on the one who killed you, chant their name to call them home! With my power flowing through your bones all of you will get the vengeance you so rightfully deserve!”

[night-terror-necrophobia]

Necro would feel a presence enter his lab, upon investigation he would find what appeared to be a young wolf-kin girl chatting with one of his shades, asking things with such childlike wonder... "Oh! Is that big guy this 'Mater' you keep referring too?" *She was pointing to Necro now, having noticed him.*

Quite a few questions floated in the necromancer’s mind as their shade nodding to assure her questions. “Who are you and how exactly did you get here?” they asked her, extremely skeptical how she got inside their lab without any other shades knowing.