The Chydderer

Saboteur Niina: Remember new friends... Allways walk out of the shadow...

Saboteur Niina: You never know what it truely hides.

Edwin Irvine: Is that a poem you wrote in asura school?

Saboteur Niina: No... Its advice.

Edwin Irvine: It was cold blooded as hell.

Edwin Irvine: You should write that down.

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Slyego tosses the silver in the Asura's general direction. It scatters over the tiles with a ringing sound.

Edwin Irvine: Sly, are you out of the shadow right now? Because it looks to me like you're right inside the fucking shadow.

Sef Swindlestock: Our house got a little bit incinerated.

Sef Swindlestock: Did I use that right? Incinerate. In-cinder-ate.

Kazandra Galeheart: Fuck you. And fuck your krewe.

Chydder: Is this all you wanted to be as a progeny?

Kildair: I wanted to be a shark.

Chydder: Kildair, that is biologically improbable.

Pluqq: ... You have no gills. Or sharp teeth. You are not a shark.

Kildair: Enough about the shark.

Kildair: My goals have shifted.

Emily Lux: Have we really sunk so low?

Kildair: You mean sunk so clever.

Merudi Zeibel: I want a raise.

Kildair: And what makes you think you deserve a raise?

Merudi Zeibel: I've been shot repeatedly in the line of duty!

Kitt Splitsmile: You don't want me. You want the centurion.

Ursula Wilestride: Would you feel better if I said I wanted both at once?

Taiqela: ... Ninnko. I am terrible at inspirational things.

Taiqela: Inspire Chydder.

Ninnko: I do not know how.

Torlac Swindleshaft: You. You look like you're in the market for a tent.

Kitt Splitsmile: What gives you that idea?