<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mess hall, Starfinder, Low Port, Emape<br/><strong>Time: Afternoon</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Y'all</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Things... Had gone a little too far. Max had been hoping for a time to bring things up tactfully but it seems like that time had gone and for some reason she felt a damnable ache in her foot- but that could and indeed, would have to wait as she stood quickly, raising her hands as the blade was bared.<br/><br/>"Fucking hell man! The sword was a bit much! Greg- sit down a minute."<br/>Max snapped her own teeth towards her, making a distantly ridiculous clicking noise,<br/>"Everyone relax a moment- think we need a lesson on Vargr psychology here a minute. Greg is going to growl and threaten, it's not that she nessecarily wants to fight anyone... It's... As if you locked up a human alone in a room for several years, we'd go mad. Vargr have psychological needs and one of those is to work out the power structures and their place in it I guarentee you you'll not find a firmer friend than Greg once that structure is set. Sorry to speak for you Greg here but both you and others seem to be getting pretty stressed. What is not going to happen though is no one. Repeat no one is going to draw fucking weapons on each other again no matter how tense things get."<br/>The last sentence was shouted for the benefit of the retreating Will.