{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
1/1/2016 7:54:32 PM
1
[b]Damien has wound up in the same loading bay. He's stands in the center staring at some of the engineers. They would ask him to leave but he just... Stands there.[/b]
English
-
Nora approached him. "Uh, sir, can you give me directions to the place where I signup for the team?"
-
[i]"Deck 9. Command and bridge is the best place to find the sign up..."[/i] [b]He has turned to Nora. His mask is not on his face. His features seem wrinkled and dragged, not their usual sharp points and detailed intricacies. His eyes still burn yellow but his grin is also gone into a flat look.[/b] [i]"You must be determinably new."[/i]
-
Edited by Veration: 1/1/2016 8:07:28 PM"I am, just came in. Also, do you know an 'Aaron Sawyer'?"
-
[i]"Yes. He is a very good permeable friend. The logical conclusion is: you know him too?"[/i]
-
"Yeah. I'm his daughter. Well, the youngest."
-
[b]Damien's grin appears once more. He folds his arms over his chest and gives a wink.[/b] [i]"Ah... I see it. The eyes... Your hair. Though... The accent isn't quite dialected to his. No matter, you are quite beautiful. You should be wary. Men on this ship do not exhibit self-control. Give the word and I can come horizontally twist neck muscles till they break."[/i]
-
"Thank you, my friend. My fathers wife, Lavernia, was British. And thank you for your protection. I should be off now, need to see my father." Nora walks away.
-
[b]Damien gives a curt nod. He returns to his silent stare.[/b] [spoiler]End[/spoiler]
