Effervescent
Rests Chin In Hands
May fortune smile upon us.
The Boss's words churned thoughts in Kveer's mind. What were the origins of such a phrase? It seemed so second nature in terms of offering a good luck, but was Fortune once an entity or was it just a random personification? Useless thoughts of a groggy mind. Kveer rose to a stand, stretching as the silhouette disappeared to give way to the three dimensional fire pit. The stretch brought his arms high above his head, his back arching as he felt the sweet relief of released tension. Last night's unexpected clean up in the restroom was unwelcoming to the insomniac. With that notion in mind, Kveer found his head turning towards his raised arm just before he released his stretch to subtly sniff the sleeve of his armor. Did it smell like a hint of piss or was he becoming psychosomatic?
Senthus gave his orders, and Kveer complied without verbal response. He had fifteen minutes to gather his items from the armory and meet up with the rest of the crew in the cargo bay. Lethargically, the biotic made his way to the armory, grabbing his one pistol and yawning as he shuffled over to the reserves of weapons. Since he carried so little on his person, he pilfered through the assortment of generic, uninteresting rifles likely in dire need of upgrades. But it would serve its purpose as filling in should someone lose a weapon.
With that, he headed for the cargo bay ready for the mission.
The Boss's words churned thoughts in Kveer's mind. What were the origins of such a phrase? It seemed so second nature in terms of offering a good luck, but was Fortune once an entity or was it just a random personification? Useless thoughts of a groggy mind. Kveer rose to a stand, stretching as the silhouette disappeared to give way to the three dimensional fire pit. The stretch brought his arms high above his head, his back arching as he felt the sweet relief of released tension. Last night's unexpected clean up in the restroom was unwelcoming to the insomniac. With that notion in mind, Kveer found his head turning towards his raised arm just before he released his stretch to subtly sniff the sleeve of his armor. Did it smell like a hint of piss or was he becoming psychosomatic?
Senthus gave his orders, and Kveer complied without verbal response. He had fifteen minutes to gather his items from the armory and meet up with the rest of the crew in the cargo bay. Lethargically, the biotic made his way to the armory, grabbing his one pistol and yawning as he shuffled over to the reserves of weapons. Since he carried so little on his person, he pilfered through the assortment of generic, uninteresting rifles likely in dire need of upgrades. But it would serve its purpose as filling in should someone lose a weapon.
With that, he headed for the cargo bay ready for the mission.