[Day 2, EN] Light Up the Night

[Xal Kimlya]

"Dangerous secrets." he sighed. "I am feeling better. I'm sorry to bring you here so late. You could stay, if you'd like."

[Tyr]

“You didn’t bring me anywhere,” Tyr grouched, tail flicking in irritation. “Thinking and secrets, it’s bad for you, that’s what it is.” He didn't sit, but he hadn’t moved any closer to the pile of armour.

[Xal Kimlya]

"Mmm... I need to think about the Massassi, too." he rubbed his temples. "I still need to talk with Doctor H’iza about his project."

[Tyr]

Tyr looked back over his shoulder, "the massassi are an alright sort, remind me of me." He scratched absently at his arm, there was a recent scar near his wrist.

[Xal Kimlya]

"I wasn't aware you'd had any interaction with them." He focused his attention fully on Tyr. "That's more than I've had. Tell me about them, please."

[Tyr]

Tyr grunted and sat back down, the couch protesting a little under his sudden weight. He reached forward and picked up the other glass of water, Tyr hadn’t even acknowledged, let alone thank the droid for bringing it for them. Downing the water, he set the glass down and leaned back again, making the furniture groan. “Met a few,” he stated simply, “last night and again this morning. They’re fighters. They think in straight lines.”

[Xal Kimlya]

GR8-1 had left the two to their conversation, finding something else to do somewhere else in the apartment.

"I see." Xal considered the description. "Is there anything you feel they may be lacking?"

[Tyr]

“That’s above my pay grade,” the wolf-man grunted. “There was a brawl last night, punches thrown for fun, and this morning half of them wandered off from exercises and had to be retrieved. Make of that what you will.”

[Xal Kimlya]

"Hmm... I'm not sure what this project is, but I imagine it must be some sort of enhancement for the Massassi." He mused. "It should be interesting, regardless. What else have you been doing?""

[Tyr]

“On Ziost?” Tyr rolled his eyes as his answer. “I saw you talking to that blonde fellow at the party last night. He was in that brawl afterwards, too.”

[Xal Kimlya]

"Remmington Thalalas ? He was curious about my work and interested in some sort of collaboration. I'm not sure what that would be." he shrugged. "I was only there to get an sense of what was going on with the council."

[Tyr]

“All these parties,” Tyr growled, “give me a clean brawl any day. I’d rather have a punch thrown in my face than misleading words.”

[Xal Kimlya]

"Agreed." he nodded. "Not with the punch, but I have little interest in parties or court."

[Tyr]

Tyr reached up again, tucking both paws behind his head and stretching his legs, “no one’s going want to punch that pretty face, and if they do, they can deal with me.”

[Xal Kimlya]

"Noted. And, appreciated." he smiled. "Oh, I have something for you."

He withdrew another vial from a coat pocket and held it out.

[Tyr]

Tyr leaned away, "whoa whoa whoa, have you seen yourself right now?" He indicated to the arkanian with a waving claw.

[Xal Kimlya]

"This one is fine." he shook his head. "I made it earlier today. Before everything else happened."

[Tyr]

"Secret things?" Tyr narrowed his eyes, wondering what had gotten Xal so messed up. "Right, so what is it?"

[Xal Kimlya]

"It gives you a short burst of vigor, a surge of strength." he explained. "It may dull your resolve a bit, but it will restore some of your energy."

[Tyr]

"When you say 'dull my resolve'," Tyr asked, pausing, "I'm not sure I like the sound of that."