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Settled onto a couch and not in his usual robes is someone who hasn't been around the Nexus very much lately. Revan has several superficial cuts on his arms and face that he's spreading some kind of clear goo on; this is the extent of his first aid skill.
"Apparently some things have changed since I was here last," he says, eyeing a large pack of Transformers as they plod by - he has to put a death-grip on the couch to keep from being shaken off of it. "At least the Sign has not." Though it's kind of depressing that the only constant is that atrocious eye-blinding horror. He swings his feet off the couch and sits up, screwing the cap back onto the tube of kolto he'd been using. "Very well, questions. What are your thoughts on the belief that power corrupts?"
He taps the toe of one sleek black boot on the floor as he thinks. Eventually, he flashes a grin. "For those of you not in the mood for philosophy, how do you feel about bunny slippers?"
"Apparently some things have changed since I was here last," he says, eyeing a large pack of Transformers as they plod by - he has to put a death-grip on the couch to keep from being shaken off of it. "At least the Sign has not." Though it's kind of depressing that the only constant is that atrocious eye-blinding horror. He swings his feet off the couch and sits up, screwing the cap back onto the tube of kolto he'd been using. "Very well, questions. What are your thoughts on the belief that power corrupts?"
He taps the toe of one sleek black boot on the floor as he thinks. Eventually, he flashes a grin. "For those of you not in the mood for philosophy, how do you feel about bunny slippers?"