Somewhere, a door leads not where it's supposed to, but instead - to a bar.
"...Hi," someone very pale and holding themselves carefully says, glancing over the newcomer, "Welcome to Milliways. I'm guessing it's new to you."
Somewhere, a door leads not where it's supposed to, but instead - to a bar.
"...Hi," someone very pale and holding themselves carefully says, glancing over the newcomer, "Welcome to Milliways. I'm guessing it's new to you."
"I'll save friendliness and style for the arena. If there is serious fighting, my guns are always my first choice."
"Aww, that's a shame, serious fights suck way less if you can still have fun doing them. I guess that is easier with magic maybe?"
"Technology. Not magic. If I am in a serious fight, I am getting paid - one way or another. One learns to live with it, I find."
"No no, I know guns are technology, I mean, I have magic and this makes fights way more fun. You should get some! It's great!"
"The options I have found so far were not acquirable. Though some consider psionics to be magic." Sharpen, sharpen.