Taako (
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driftfleet2019-05-11 02:03 pm
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Who: Taako and all y'all
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, Planetside
When: Now
[The video camera shows an open field planetside, obviously cultivated and fenced in, and currently occupied by a rather large herd of the fluffy behemoth sheep known as flouds that roam carefree as they chomp down on grass. It's quiet for a moment and then the familiar lilt of Taako's voice breaks the idyllic calm of flouds bleating aimlessly.]
Unacceptable.
[His finger comes into view, pointing at one of the faraway beasts.]
They're in danger constantly [Read: rarely] of being eaten by massive lizard monsters and they don't even pen them in properly.
[A floud bleats and flops over in some tall grass, which Taako gestures to wildly, bracelets jangling on his wrist against his silver bracer.]
Look at them! Poor sods. No idea when their brief littl-- well, I guess huge, but whatever, size isn't-- well it is, but the point stands! Their brief lives are in danger and they have no clue.
So! I'm liberating [read: stealing] a few of them from this hellhole of gigantism to the lap of luxury up on the Iskaulit.
Who's with me?
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, Planetside
When: Now
[The video camera shows an open field planetside, obviously cultivated and fenced in, and currently occupied by a rather large herd of the fluffy behemoth sheep known as flouds that roam carefree as they chomp down on grass. It's quiet for a moment and then the familiar lilt of Taako's voice breaks the idyllic calm of flouds bleating aimlessly.]
Unacceptable.
[His finger comes into view, pointing at one of the faraway beasts.]
They're in danger constantly [Read: rarely] of being eaten by massive lizard monsters and they don't even pen them in properly.
[A floud bleats and flops over in some tall grass, which Taako gestures to wildly, bracelets jangling on his wrist against his silver bracer.]
Look at them! Poor sods. No idea when their brief littl-- well, I guess huge, but whatever, size isn't-- well it is, but the point stands! Their brief lives are in danger and they have no clue.
So! I'm liberating [read: stealing] a few of them from this hellhole of gigantism to the lap of luxury up on the Iskaulit.
Who's with me?
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What do you take me for? An amateur?
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i guess i can't fault you if you wanna keep your blood pressure skyrocketed on the reg, maybe that's your thing. no shame
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omg
OMG
is our armor like?? a security blanket?? does widdle wobin need his tactical murder gear to go to sleep at night?
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That is not what I meant but honestly how is armour not reassuring? It's designed to protect you.
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also your armor? it's a tactical onesie, not so sure how great it'll be against a warhammer to the gut.