Fighting rings. Like the kind lancers set up so they can bash their skulls together until they go numb, a pointless exercise. Let him at it, by the Queens and all their kuva, he wants to hit something. He's only been here a few days, and he's ready to pull someone apart!
What? No killing? No blows below the belt? What does that second one even mean?
Oh, right. Humans keep soft parts down there. Shame no one's going to try hitting him there, then, he'd like to see someone break their foot. Still, he has a wildly unfair advantage regardless. His limbs are solid metal and polymer. He doesn't have his combat hands or accessories, but the smaller pair will do. And the rest of him--well, he's still recovering from fighting Tenno. But apart from all the bruises and scrapes and sutures hidden under his form-fitting bodysuit, it's all Grineer muscle. And he has a lot of it.
He steps forward into the ring, metal feet ticking across the deck. "So," his voice almost purrs. "Who wants to go first?"
Alcohol!
Regardless of outcome, he'll eventually be found at the periphery of the party. He has two glasses of clear liquid, and has touched neither of them. Instead, he appears to be doing some math. "Already took the antibiotics. Dextrose is sorted. Need ten percent ethanol, starting with..." He glances down at one of the glasses. "I have no idea. Not laboratory grade, probably under eighty percent. Could go get a scale from the lab to check specific weight. Could go get sterile tools. Too much work, though."
"So, if that's at most eighty percent," He picks up one glass, "I need..." And carefully pours some of its contents into the other. "Approximately that. Close enough. Does it need mixing? Ngh. It'll be close enough to safe anyway. Less than eight mils per kilogram, it'll be fine. Right!"
He unhooks one end of a tube attached to his suit, sticking it into the glass. The liquid begins to drain.
Drinking is such a pedestrian way to get drunk. Why bother with the digestive system when you can skip ahead straight to the blood?
Tyl Regor | Warframe | OTA, and fashionably late
Fighting rings. Like the kind lancers set up so they can bash their skulls together until they go numb, a pointless exercise. Let him at it, by the Queens and all their kuva, he wants to hit something. He's only been here a few days, and he's ready to pull someone apart!
What? No killing? No blows below the belt? What does that second one even mean?
Oh, right. Humans keep soft parts down there. Shame no one's going to try hitting him there, then, he'd like to see someone break their foot. Still, he has a wildly unfair advantage regardless. His limbs are solid metal and polymer. He doesn't have his combat hands or accessories, but the smaller pair will do. And the rest of him--well, he's still recovering from fighting Tenno. But apart from all the bruises and scrapes and sutures hidden under his form-fitting bodysuit, it's all Grineer muscle. And he has a lot of it.
He steps forward into the ring, metal feet ticking across the deck. "So," his voice almost purrs. "Who wants to go first?"
Alcohol!
Regardless of outcome, he'll eventually be found at the periphery of the party. He has two glasses of clear liquid, and has touched neither of them. Instead, he appears to be doing some math. "Already took the antibiotics. Dextrose is sorted. Need ten percent ethanol, starting with..." He glances down at one of the glasses. "I have no idea. Not laboratory grade, probably under eighty percent. Could go get a scale from the lab to check specific weight. Could go get sterile tools. Too much work, though."
"So, if that's at most eighty percent," He picks up one glass, "I need..." And carefully pours some of its contents into the other. "Approximately that. Close enough. Does it need mixing? Ngh. It'll be close enough to safe anyway. Less than eight mils per kilogram, it'll be fine. Right!"
He unhooks one end of a tube attached to his suit, sticking it into the glass. The liquid begins to drain.
Drinking is such a pedestrian way to get drunk. Why bother with the digestive system when you can skip ahead straight to the blood?