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Unyuu said:
neinman3: Would Focus work?
Yisern Looi: whatever.
neinman3: Go with that
neinman3: super concentration on limited items
neinman3: So actually, no
neinman3: Go with Calm
Yisern Looi: calm!?
Yisern Looi: I cant enter SEED mode with Calm.
Yisern Looi: Fian observed the negotiations intently, but however after about ten munites of speeches, formality and tea, the Vel Steyr started nodding off. "Hell." He muttered, catching himself. He ordered Elise to begin despensing whatever drug Adrian gave him into his bloodstream, he cant afford to fall asleep at this critical moment.
Yisern Looi: At first he felt a little wierd, and then a slight vomiting feeling that he held in. and then out of the blue his breast expanded exponentially, enough to put a well endowed neko to shame, it was increasing the pressure on his ribcage and a portion of it even expanded into his visor. "WHAT THE F---" He could not complete the sentence as his mouth was full of boob.
Yisern Looi: His Power Armor toppled over by the sheer ill distribution of weight. When his teammates noticed this they first tried to hail him, which they did not get a response (except one member reported a gurgling sound). The official post mortem stated that his death was due to strangulation and cardiac arrest. But only the members of Epsilon Two knew that he choked to death on own jugs and died as a certain Miss Fian Vel Steyr.