Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140727152057/@comment-4363162-20140729143742

Miraak Obama wrote: (Hooray! I get zero kudos as my brain is practically dead at 9 in the morning!)

"I don't think Dracius would like you very well if you blew me up, friend. You know, realists have a high dream crushing rate.." Varincois obnoxiously pointed out.

"Enough of this." Vaniel grumbled.

"Whatever the hell your name is, Varin or something, quit acting so obnoxious. It's making my head hurt. Val, don't press on with him, because he'll find more things to mock. No offense, but you're not the first image that comes to mind when I think of 'intimidating'." Val scowled. Suddenly, his backpack started glowing faintly blue. Without warning, a horde of tiny insectoid automatons cascaded from the top, surrounding Val in a rippling, metallic mass. Wisps of steam and smoke swirled around Val. His eyes glowed red with fury. "I might not be intimidating myself," he said, "but I have friends. A lot of them. And they don't share this little thing called "humanity"." As if on cue, the swarm whirred in unison, clicking razor-sharp forelegs together. "But, as you say, Vaniel. No point arguing with an idiot. You do have a nice looking head, Varin. Shame there's no brain behind it." The automatons retreated back into the pack, and Val ceased to produce the aura of steam.