[ That's a new one. Sharkface eyes Trevor with new interest. Holy water. Just like the movies. ]
Can't say I've seen that before.
[ Under different circumstances Sharkface would suspect a joke at his expense, but they've already gotten shucked into each other's emotions. He's got a feeling Trevor's being completely honest and isn't entirely sure how to take that.
Vampires. Monsters from hell. Okay.
He shakes his head, and - tightening his jaw - puts his hand against the wall. Digs his nails into the surface, feeling the grit, and thinks about the Sangheili he's seen. The ones he's fought against in the old days, and the ones he fought with after the war ended. Dark lines spider out from his hand and begin to form the image. A Zealot, minus the helmet. His style is blunt and sharp, full of angles. And his power makes it flow from his hand. Like drawing without using ink or moving his hands. Sharkface narrows his good eye. He wants to hate this power. It's useless and he knows it. ]
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[ That's a new one. Sharkface eyes Trevor with new interest. Holy water. Just like the movies. ]
Can't say I've seen that before.
[ Under different circumstances Sharkface would suspect a joke at his expense, but they've already gotten shucked into each other's emotions. He's got a feeling Trevor's being completely honest and isn't entirely sure how to take that.
Vampires. Monsters from hell. Okay.
He shakes his head, and - tightening his jaw - puts his hand against the wall. Digs his nails into the surface, feeling the grit, and thinks about the Sangheili he's seen. The ones he's fought against in the old days, and the ones he fought with after the war ended. Dark lines spider out from his hand and begin to form the image. A Zealot, minus the helmet. His style is blunt and sharp, full of angles. And his power makes it flow from his hand. Like drawing without using ink or moving his hands. Sharkface narrows his good eye. He wants to hate this power. It's useless and he knows it. ]
You ever seen one of these?