by NamagomiMk0 » Mon May 18, 2009 10:15 pm
Crisis, as per usual for his behavior, seemed to show no discernible emotion behind the mask as he allowed the technician to perform maintenance on his weapons; all of them slug-firing as opposed to the more common lastech that inhabited others' armaments. The mask even concealed everything aside from a nod as he took the clip of rifle shells, slipping them into the combat webbing that his bodysuit and cloak are oh-so-accessorized with. However, behind that mask was a glare reserved for Xerxes at this point in time.
As the arbiter began to leave the workshop, the assassin began writing down on a piece of paper as Xerxes had finally left. When finished, he walked up to the adept, showing the note to him.
People, Crisis found, could be divided into a number of small groups. First were the enemies. Then the insufferable, the annoying, the unimportant, those who were useful for their traits or talents, and those who derived respect due to a position of power.
Then, there were the few in number who existed outside of these divisions:
'Your work is commendable, to say the least, adept of Mechanicus. Please accept my apology for the behavior of my companion there--I never wished him to behave this way towards one of your order, but he had different ideas about how to interact with you.'