[ Altogether, he is glad for that question—the why? which breaks from the routine of 'receive the warrant, complete the warrant'. Whatever freedom there is to be found by joining the RAC, so too is there a ball and chain: the stipulation of neutrality; of no questions asked even if they are the right ones, a necessity for the biotic community to find its balance again.
Pleased, to an extent, that his guest has accepted tea (even if it should seem that Keith has no interest in drinking it), Sion's fingers curl about his own cup as he slips into a nearby seat, quiet in his contemplation of Keith's confidence and stifled bravado—it is as though the location itself has leeched all the blood and vivacity out of the agent, bringing exposed nerves to the surface. It is something which Sion hadn't intended to do, and cannot help but be distantly apologetic for, his thoughts wandering to a singular question:
Keith, why is it that you became a Killjoy? ]
The reflection of electromagnetic energy, to be precise. It would disrupt the navigation and communication systems of even the most sophisticated ship, and I've no wish to place you in jeopardy.
[ And this is something unique to only one place upon Westerley: the Badlands.
But in any case, it is shortly thereafter that Sion's expression warms beyond something which is diplomatic and much too practiced, golden eyes sparking at the prospect of something akin to 'fun'...: ]
By chance, does 'I can figure it out' mean you are amenable to taking driving lessons?
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[ Altogether, he is glad for that question—the why? which breaks from the routine of 'receive the warrant, complete the warrant'. Whatever freedom there is to be found by joining the RAC, so too is there a ball and chain: the stipulation of neutrality; of no questions asked even if they are the right ones, a necessity for the biotic community to find its balance again.
Pleased, to an extent, that his guest has accepted tea (even if it should seem that Keith has no interest in drinking it), Sion's fingers curl about his own cup as he slips into a nearby seat, quiet in his contemplation of Keith's confidence and stifled bravado—it is as though the location itself has leeched all the blood and vivacity out of the agent, bringing exposed nerves to the surface. It is something which Sion hadn't intended to do, and cannot help but be distantly apologetic for, his thoughts wandering to a singular question:
Keith, why is it that you became a Killjoy? ]
The reflection of electromagnetic energy, to be precise. It would disrupt the navigation and communication systems of even the most sophisticated ship, and I've no wish to place you in jeopardy.
[ And this is something unique to only one place upon Westerley: the Badlands.
But in any case, it is shortly thereafter that Sion's expression warms beyond something which is diplomatic and much too practiced, golden eyes sparking at the prospect of something akin to 'fun'...: ]
By chance, does 'I can figure it out' mean you are amenable to taking driving lessons?