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Well damn, he's blood-soaked again. At least this time around the blood and other indescribable stains don't appear to be Harpuia's own, as he stalks into the Nexus in a flicker of green-black energy and finds a place to hunker down.
In one hand he still has one rose-coloured beam-sword. In the other he's clutching an angular, hand-sized object of violet and white metal, ornamented with a blood-red jewel eerily like the one in his own helm. He regards the metallic thing, then cocks his head questioningly.
"Would any one present explain this?"
There's a bit of a pause.
"When is family no longer family?"
In one hand he still has one rose-coloured beam-sword. In the other he's clutching an angular, hand-sized object of violet and white metal, ornamented with a blood-red jewel eerily like the one in his own helm. He regards the metallic thing, then cocks his head questioningly.
"Would any one present explain this?"
There's a bit of a pause.
"When is family no longer family?"