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"Meh, anytime."

Malazar removes his gloves and launches back into a heated debate about while the MEC GG it simply didn'thave the appeal of the smaller tech rifles. Sure a single person of a strength to carry and use it could do an astounding amount of damage, a couple dozen guys with tech rifles could wipe out a small army from a simple vantage point.

"Hmmmm, Deathclaws... I could have sworn..."

Malazar reaches into an inner pocket and draws out his old leather worn book. He opens it, and flips through a few pages. After pausing for a moment his eyes widen and his whistles.

"I knew I had an entry under that name in here, I see why it didn't connect right away though..."

He turns the book around to show the original leather skinned shadows of death that haunted post-apocolyptic America. It's almost 5 feet taller than Shaavjohn, stronger, violent, and much much more sinister looking. Notations recognizable to Shaavjohn identify this as a medium sized male.

"Fearsome looking sonofabitch isn't he? Compared to this guy, you look mostly harmless. How'd that happen?"

Malazar frowns at that last statement.

"You know that stuff really isn't too..."

Even as he speaks he is fading away.

::Nyx faded in. She took a few steps as she appeared before she knew where she was, when she happened to bump into a...Jaguar. She snorted.::

...Who the hell parks their car right in the middle of nothingness? Some people...honestly...

::She walked around the vehicle and mumbled something about inconsiderateness, finding herself a spot to sit down.::

::Nyx was about to settle herself down in a chair, but she jumped up as soon as she heard the strange voice. As soon as she turned around, she froze.::

::Blink.:: ...Hi.

*Shaav stares at Bard as he walks through, slowly taking the glass from his nasal horn as he notices it, setting it down upon the bar. He lumbers forward, hunched over due to the weight of his massive arms and hands, though despite his frightening outter shell, there is an air of intelligence and humanity about him. Its the eyes, they don't fit such a creature, they hold the sparkle of intelligence. As Shaav nears Nyx he raises his right hand in a nonthreatening manner, palm facing her at first. As he speaks he draws it back in a sweeping gesture.*

"I am Sssshaav. Come before to thisss placcce I have. Looked not sssame. You...look...family ear."

((familiar BTW))

*He moved closer, sniffing at the air around her much like a dog would, but wincing in pain, he had forgotten that Malazar had crushed his nose. Celsius would have to attend to that when he returned to his world. He nearly clawed at his face to try to relieve the pain, but with some difficulty, obviously restraiing himself, he folded his hands in front of him.*

"Yessss....I wasss...on a missssssssion. Came here...firssst time. Maybe ssssecond. You were here. Opened door. Wisssse one you are. Can you sssee why I had to go? The Beassst hasss a mind of own for momentsss after I cha...urhk....ssspeaking of...ugh...chemical ssstimulantsss.....wearing off."

*He seemed to shudder for a moment, leaping up upon Bard's Jag and diving behind it with a thud. Slowly his horns began to shed themselves from his skeletal structure, cellular regrowth pushing them out like waste. His frame began to shrink as the chemical stimuli that maintained his form were either used up or were no longer potent enough to sustain the altered form. Beneath the furry form he was actually human, though a large one at that. At the present he wore no shirt, shoes, socks, or basically anything aside from a specially designed pair of pants that could accomidate the excess hair and increased size, making him appear a normal deathclaw, though he would be fully covered in either form.*

"That was a b***h...."

*He just kinda layed there on the floor, chuckling to himself.*

*Shaav slowly pulled himself to his feet, using the Jag for assistance. He held his head as he stood up all the way, wobbling back and forth a bit.*

"Yeah, I should be ok. Happens all the time, really. Maybe a beer. Yeah, a beer would be good."

*And with that he fell flat on his a**, fast asleep and snoring loud enough to make a chainsaw sound like a baby's lullaby.*