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[greyerrant]

An armored figure glowers out over the Hinoto-Ri COMP network

"I found the actual combat skills displayed recently at these so-called persona fights somewhat lacking. You may understand how to use your sorcerous.... things, but if you need to learn how to fight with bullet, blade, mind and hand, seek out Cerberus. I shall instruct you on how to not completely embarrass yourself when asked to fight."

Comments

[getoutclaus]

Alright; I'll assume you said "no" to none of it, wiseass.

[He is so smart.]

So, what, you're some kind of army nutcase? And what the hell're you mentioning Cerberus for?

[greyerrant]

My name is Cerberus.

[getoutclaus]

So... not the big dog dude?

[greyerrant]

I am the wolfhound at the gate of hell, or will suffice for that purpose.

[getoutclaus]

[Santa lets out a low, somewhat impressed, whistle.]

Seems like you know your mythology then, huh? Does that mean I could make friends with you by playing you music and bringing you sweet treats like heroes could with the Cerberus of myth?

[greyerrant]

I do not dislike either of these things.

[getoutclaus]

The knight with a taste for blood also has a taste for sugar and an ear for music; noted.

[Fucking surprising, but noted none the less.]

I'm Santa, by the way. I'm not much of a fighter so I wont be showing up to practice with you if I can help it.

Maybe I should learn how to use a gun, though...

[He leaves that statement hanging as if he wants confirmation on how great an idea it is.]

[greyerrant]

I have no taste for blood. It is simply my craft.

If you wish to learn to use a weapon, I can teach you.

[getoutclaus]

Note amended, then.

Well I'm not clueless about guns but it would be nice to get some instructions from a... [and he pauses for a second] are you a knight, a soldier, what's the deal with that?

Either way it'd be nice to get some instruction from someone who knows what they're talking about.

[greyerrant]

The Astartes are all of these things, and none.

[getoutclaus]

Well I hope you guys have taken heed of the phrase "jack of all trades, master of none" at least.

[greyerrant]

It depends on the Legion, we all have specialties.

[getoutclaus]

Are you the only one of your Legion that ended up here, Cerberus?

[He wonders just how many makes a legion a Legion in this case.

He'll ask later.]

[greyerrant]

That I have seen. My legion is dead.

[getoutclaus]

[Yikes.]

Your name is Legion for you are few would be more accurate now, I guess.

[Santa isn't the most sensitive of conversationalists, it seems.]

Were you close? To your comrades, to dying yourself, whatever.

[greyerrant]

I am a legion of one until death comes to take me.


They were my brothers.

[getoutclaus]

Let me guess; all part of the job?

[greyerrant]

Yes.