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Marco (imthecuteone) wrote in utr_logs,

Marco's brow arched at that. "Man, if I can keep a Muse interested, I'd say that's a glowing review on me." He grinned at Tobias, though he was clearly a little uncertain about the whole mythological thing. "So." After a moment, he went on, "We talking people playing at being gods like good ol' Ellimist, or are these grade A, accept no substitutes divinities?" The emphasis he put on the word Ellimist made it clear he didn't exactly have buckets of respect for the guy.

"I think if anything vital is missing, we'll find out pretty quickly," he chuckled, taking Tobias' hand. He had no real fear of this thing, having seen his share of odd things in the capitol. "If you think this is crazy, you should see some of the cybernetics in the Wasteland. Some people, honestly, shouldn't be allowed near a scalpel." Not that he wasn't a fan. If he'd had enough caps, he'd have paid for a cybernetic eye. He glanced at him, brow furrowing in curiosity. "Why not just summarize 'em all?" His eye narrowed a little. "Is there something I'm not going to want to hear in there, Tobias?" Or is there something you don't want me to know, he didn't add. Being in the wastes, associating with the kind of people he'd associated with, made him exceptionally paranoid, even of people who were supposed to be friends and allies.