The Magus stood off to one side, preparing what appeared to be several syringes. He knew that with people like this, things could rapidly get out of hand, so he was ready to tranquilize them first, to dull their minds and senses so that Schala could apply her first thorns, and keep her seemingly perpetual excitement about them. Unlike her, his mind seemed more focused on using these potential Lavoids to his own ends, rather than simply propogating their species. He was interested in that as well, but not so much as Schala seemed to be.
Turning, he walked to her trolley and lay four syringes down on the tray, nodding to Schala, and turning his attention to the two interlopers. "Names." he spoke sternly, brooking no rebellion from either of them, his normal arms folded in front of him, the cobalt arms on his back hanging at his sides.
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Date: 2010-04-17 08:48 pm (UTC)Turning, he walked to her trolley and lay four syringes down on the tray, nodding to Schala, and turning his attention to the two interlopers. "Names." he spoke sternly, brooking no rebellion from either of them, his normal arms folded in front of him, the cobalt arms on his back hanging at his sides.