OOC: in coridoor just outside of Cafeteria.
IC: as Nox held out his hand to the BB slig (Tiny), he noticed another slig (Jerr) approach him, and ask what was going on. Nox spoke to the BB slig breifly;
"'ang on, mate." and lowered his hand as he turned to face the other slig (Jerr).
he looks more fresh-faced, an' looks like he's got a bit o' backbone! yeah, he wont just take s*** an' eat it! kinda like you before the war, eh Nox?...eh?! you before yeh f****d yeh self up! eh Nox!! i told you to block out the pressure and strain, Nox, i told you to not think abou' the killin'...i told yeh not to LOOK!!!
Nox couldnt contain it, and spluttered to himself under his breath, with his head lowered;
"you dont know s***, shut it!!" then looking back up to the slig (Jerr),
"'ello sonny! well that fat slig has got the 'squits', and he's ran off to 'explode' somewhere, and a load 'o people 'ave been running in an' out of that bloody cafe for soddin' ages! and i've been standing 'ere yakkin' to Patrick, dunno if you've met him, like a pillac! heh heh, i 'aint even been employed yet, im waiting for Arnie to free-up some time, so i can apply for a position. actually..." Nox asked quizically, "do you know where someone else is that can employ me? like a high ranking slig officer?"
Nox's lifetime of millitaristic violence was showing through.
"sorry pal, whats yer name an' rank?" Nox asked more politely.
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