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Thaddos was doing nothing more than milling around. He could hear the Machine Spirits wailing in his head, and he hated it. So, that was the reason he was doing nothing at all. He couldn't find the machines.
What a Tech Priest he turned out to be!
His mechadendrites twitched anxiously, the only outward signs of his distress. His vox unit spit out rapid sentences of Machine Cant, which might mean everything from 'where are you, honourable Machine Spirits?' or 'Skak this.'
What a Tech Priest he turned out to be!
His mechadendrites twitched anxiously, the only outward signs of his distress. His vox unit spit out rapid sentences of Machine Cant, which might mean everything from 'where are you, honourable Machine Spirits?' or 'Skak this.'
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"Very well. Do you have some kind of... machine room somewhere?"
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"...Somehow? I have this feeling that Stacy wouldn't let you touch anything."
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"I simply wish to speak with them. It is all that I require." He was lying, but that didn't show. It helps if the only visible fleshy part of your face is your biological eye, and if you have a vox unit.
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Tentacles are beginning to move again. Better run, Tex, or he will attempt to you again.
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The tentacles get a glare. "And buddy? Keep those things to yourself."
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And he waves rather cheerily at her with a tentacle. "But they only want to be friends!"
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The offending limb huddles close to his body again.
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