LoSmaH wa' - Klingons Like Blades... Don't They?

[general_chang]

[Chang grumbled slightly when the turbulence hit, particularly when the Admiral voice came through, but didn't feel particularly bothered by it. Nietzscheans were more like Klingons than the regular human, at least as far as senses were concerned.

It was the sharp pinch against his ribs that woke him up completely. He shifted to find out what it was and found that it was grown out of his arms.

He looked at it in curiosity, glancing over to where K'Nera had lain. The panther, woken by the turbulence, looked up at him in a similar questioning manner.

He got up, got mostly dressed (he didn't bother with trying to get the bone blades into sleeves) before he appears on the communicator, showing off the new blades.]

I would like to spar.

[Yes, he has the best priorities, ladies and gentlemen.]

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[Private]

[truth_is_cold]

[And Rhade is... hungry. And has his fingers in his mouth, touching his teeth because he keeps biting his tongue. He's got some faint forehead ridges and his brow is thicker, as he's more a Klingon of the Augment variety.

He pulls his fingers out of his mouth to speak.]

My stomach is empty in two places.

[What does this meeeeeaaan? He works his jaw and grumbles low in his throat. Not quite the growl he could make before. That sounds different.]

[divine_right]

Fighting style?