Comparing Bite Marks (Count Azriel)

[Lord Tarantula]

Kyael was enjoying his time on Serenno. The food here was amazing, as was the cognac, and the data library he'd come to today probably rivaled Obroa-skai. It was a cultured man's dream to live here, and Lord Tarantula liked to think of himself as cultured.

Of course, there were nobles. Some were okay, some were meh, and some were horrible, self-obsessed, pigs. There was a pretty fine line between the three, apparently, as even the people who didn't feel like being self-entitled douches seemed to feel like even a man with four big cybernetic arms wasn't worth the trouble to do more than aim a scandalized look at.

But Lord Tarantula wasn't thinking about that. He was thinking about the poor fool of a man in the book, who thought turning himself immortal would be a good way to try and travel back in time.

[member='Azriel Zadimus']

 

[Narfi Hróðson]

Serenno, it was so changed yet still in it's own way it was also just the same. He had finally set foot on his homeworld after... he didn't know how many centuries and decades, stasis prisons will do that to a man. He still had the air of nobility around him, his upbringing would always stay with him.
Seeing a man with four cybernetic arms, Azriels curiosity was piqued to say the least. With a slow walk he arrived next to [member="Lord Tarantula"] and with his open palm he asked him in a gesture if he could sit next to him. "Excuse me is this seat taken perhaps?" He spoke in a polite tone and manner, though he was paler than most Serennoans.

 

[Lord Tarantula]

Kyale looked up at the man, and one of his cybernetic arms made a sort of shrugging motion as it mixed the cognac and coffee in front of him. Another arm took off his glasses as he turned off his datapad with his organic hands. Finally, he reached towards his mixed coffee and raised an eyebrow at the pale guy. He talked like a noble, and looked like a ghost, but that was all the Lord Tarantula could read on him.

He simply replied, "No, I don't think it is. Go ahead and take it."

[member="Azriel Zadimus"]

 

[Narfi Hróðson]

"Thank you, My name is Count Azriel Zadimus." He then said as he took a seat and ordered a coffee from a rather attractive waitress who nodded and walked away. "I must ask, and admit, that I have never really seen a man with such... well arms to be honest." Azriel then said as the woman came back with the coffee and was thanked in High Galactic as well complimented and received a good tip as well. Azriel was well groomed and fitted the look of a noble to a tee, besides how pale he was at least.

 

[Lord Tarantula]

Kyale grinned jauntily at the Count. Definitely a nobleman, then. Most people didn't just walk around with titles unless they meant something. He didn't know where the 'Lord' part of his alias came from, only that his father had always told his son that Tech-Lords needed that title to be respected. Lord Tarantula replied, "Well, Count, I'm Tarantula. You can probably guess why."

With the arms now idling near his feet, Kyale was comfortably seated against the back of his chair. He sipped at his coffee and relaxed slightly, knowing that his reflexes were most likely faster than whatever threat this pale Count could be to him. He continued, "And you've never seen these arms, because nobody has really thought of doing this to themselves and succeeded before."

[member="Azriel Zadimus"]

 

[Narfi Hróðson]

Azriel placed on hand around his mouth as he looked those arms over [member="Lord Tarantula"] certainly was an interesting human to say the least. "Well I must admit they are quite an interesting design but what exactly is the purpose of having them when... well your body seems perfectly fine." He then said before he let out a slight grunt as the sun broke through some of the light clouds covering the sky. With a few gestures towards the staff of the establishment to bring in a sun umbrella to place it over their head.

"Please excuse that I have a condition which makes me more susceptible to sun burn than most." He then explained as he took a sip of his coffee and then politely gestured for the staff that he would tip them generously once he'd leave the establishment.