"<span style="color: orange">Hyu assahme <b><span style="text-decoration: underline">much</span></b> theengs abouting our tachurs.</span>*" His own voice was a gritty grumbing growl that almost seemed to be offended to be in use. But, then there was a very, very, very loud- hocking; hacking, and then loud spitting sound off over and toward the left. Landsknecht was not at all happy about finding out why he had been humiliated, degraded, hurt- and basically kept in isolation for a good half a year. An experiment to see how 'bad' was bad for him; how well he did at his worst- he 'nearly' decapitated Ante when he found out. His<span style="color: pink"><b>EGO</b></span>the raw stuff of his mind, what he was... What mattered to him. Had been stripped away from him simply for their... Experiments.<br/>*Read: Missed Terribly and Broke four of his Knuckles on the wall.<br/><br/>But, at Rashida's request. He quirked his eyebrows up- the big bushy things that they were. He wasn't exactly close either- but; he was not wanting to do any of this 'looking'- he was wary, the fact of the matter was; he knew<b>very</b>well how fragile he was. There were things he did in the lengthy bouts of spare time he had between sparring, schooling, breaking- and one of which was reading. He was quite educated and he knew very, very well what they did wouldn't let him heal fast. And right now- he was trying to at least psyche himself up! He would be doing good for some people! After all, that was what they were here for right?<br/><br/>Instead, he began off in another direction; not too far- but, he was looking for something, "<span style="color: orange">Zes es <b><span style="text-decoration: underline">vurt</span></b> weeird. Vhy vuld dey being uv pooting ahs hurr anyvhey? Es too far from vhar I vuld assuming uv de monster beasty beings yeah?</span>*2" Of course, this might be a moot point- but... The heavy armor of the man's legs and hands- then the almost absolutely garish and horrifying ensemble of other colors... And that o-so-jaunty hat...  Maybe Bloody Mary had done it- a last round? Albeit, the sword that was really just a solidly built weaponized chunk of iron- that was fancily crafted... Laid across his shoulder as if it were a pike. At rest, but ready.<br/><br/>It really was up to the team to ask; after all- who knew about the guy with the sword. Other than the nun.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: orange">Und deh es ahspeckt shuwwurning... Feh. Ef no vun cahrs? I vill use et; un de clothings...en et as vell- es effecient!</span>*3" He both scoffed at the lack of privacy and wished to use it anyway. Might as well scar everyone for life showing his big burly nudity right?<br/><br/>*1: "You assume much about our teachers."<br/>*2: "This is very weird. Why would they be putting us here anyway? It is too far from where I would assume the monsters would be..."<br/>*3: "And they expect show and showers... Well, if no one cares, I will use it and wash my clothes in it as well. It is efficient!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>