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<blockquote data-quote="Velenne" data-source="post: 1416450" data-attributes="member: 1856">Antillis reaches its upper-left arm up and over Brystasia, seizes the bag with a hook of one claw, and lifts it effortlessly into another waiting claw.&nbsp; It does not bother to count the coin, nor even inspect the her claim that it is coin at all- a true departure from its typical behavior.&nbsp; Yet the Hunter does not feel the need to check this time, inexplicably trusting the human at her word.&quot;It's evening.&nbsp; Evening,&quot; the armor translates, mimicking Brysasia's tone and anunciation perfectly but in its own dry voice.&nbsp; Then the tone shifts again, probably to something else the Xill has picked up, into an entirely different aire, &quot;Good 'eve to you sirs.&nbsp; You keep in touch now!&quot; and finally yet another voice, this one more matronly, &quot;Sleep tight.&nbsp; Don't let the bedbugs bite!&quot;Seeming satisfied with this farewell (farewells...another departure from its normal behavior), Antillis prepares to leave.&nbsp; Its armor's myriad nooks and crevices seal over.&nbsp; This is followed by a primal hum, deep enough to be felt in one's chest several feet away, and suddenly the Hunter's form shifts into living liquid and then is gone altogether.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Velenne, post: 1416450, member: 1856"] Antillis reaches its upper-left arm up and over Brystasia, seizes the bag with a hook of one claw, and lifts it effortlessly into another waiting claw. It does not bother to count the coin, nor even inspect the her claim that it is coin at all- a true departure from its typical behavior. Yet the Hunter does not feel the need to check this time, inexplicably trusting the human at her word. [b]"It's evening. Evening,"[/b] the armor translates, mimicking Brysasia's tone and anunciation perfectly but in its own dry voice. Then the tone shifts again, probably to something else the Xill has picked up, into an entirely different aire, [b]"Good 'eve to you sirs. You keep in touch now!"[/b] and finally yet another voice, this one more matronly, [b]"Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite!"[/b] Seeming satisfied with this farewell (farewells...another departure from its normal behavior), Antillis prepares to leave. Its armor's myriad nooks and crevices seal over. This is followed by a primal hum, deep enough to be felt in one's chest several feet away, and suddenly the Hunter's form shifts into living liquid and then is gone altogether. [/QUOTE]

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