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.]

Comments

[general_chang]

[He looks at Rhade suspiciously, not believing him at all. Fortunately, he's given an out.] You need to eat. The cafeteria food is inadequate. Start to hunt, your appetite will return.

[truth_is_cold]

I'll hunt later. [Rhade can be extremely stubborn himself, even if this ends up with an aching set of stomachs later.] Right now, I'm not fit for it. [He touches his mouth again, before sticking his fingers in. And pulls them out to reveal a smear of magenta over his knuckle. It takes a moment to realize that it's blood from nipping the inside of his cheek.]

[general_chang]

So you intend to eat yourself instead?

[truth_is_cold]

I've never had sharp teeth before. [He... kind of just wants to spit the flavor out. Something stops him. Maybe some modicum of control over his urges.] Go use the boneblades as you like. Don't kill anyone unless they lay down the terms beforehand and have permission from their warden for that sort of fight. And they do break if you catch them wrong. [And breaks hurt]

[general_chang]

[Chang just rolls his eyes and looks for K'Nera. When she's not immediately visible, he whistles and she appears, carrying a small animal in her jaws. At least someone had a good hunt.]

[truth_is_cold]

[He gives K'Nera a dry look, and in much the same tone that he'd speak to one of the cats on the Collection.] You've had sharp teeth for your whole life. [As if she would understand.]

[general_chang]

[K'Nera does not feel this is an adequate excuse, but doesn't much care, because she has her food.]