Mr.Lapsa wandered about the facility, clear to him that it was a tad bit inferior to his own castle. But for the sake of his new Lord....He smirked. The armor longed for a lord, it had for as long as he had worn it, but just as he was it was prideful....Numerous had tried to recruit him. Abyss reflects back on the messengers he personally killed, the numerous "Lords" that demanded his aid. He chuckles audibly, [i]A little dictator threatened him with death....
Went as far as to shoot Mr.Lapsa in the face when he said no.[/i] His chuckle turned into a rather loud laugh as he remembered The little man began shouting in some eastern tongue calling him a demon, pulling the trigger over and over. Mr.Lapsa did not allow the armor to protect him, instead he made sure to allow each shot to tear his head asunder. But his grin never fell infact much like now he let the dark chuckle fill his room. He looked at his palm the feeling of that little dogs fear still stained it...But he did not deserve the blessing of being touched by rage.
Mindwarp....Had led them into a meeting room, strange technology seems to just spring up not that it wasn't fascinating, but honestly the practicality of it all. Mr.Lapsa did however enjoy the massive chair he had been appointed. The design seemed to take into account the size change between his human disguise and the armor, and his desire to be the right hand. Even if it only in a metaphorical sense.
Her rage, it reminded him of a sphere. Something unique to her, he wants it, to feed on it. More and more, he finds himself wondering.
Why it looks the way it does. Is it a controlled rage? Why does it look this way? But rather than dwell on it he searched for a room. The room furthest to the east caught his eye. A lovely view of magma if he knocked out the wall. For the first time since they had been on the plane, Mr.Lapsa looked around at his "allies" these where to be his fellows. Krystaal he had been more than just a tad familiar with in the past. But aside from her most of these people are a mystery, Audio seemed to be a potential candidate for rage. But it was much to soon to tell.
Rather than walk to pick his room. "My room is the furthest east, Mindwarp. We can dance about later, May I ask we skip to the quest? I desire to know that so I may pick members to work with.
I would like to avoid working with the imitation armor." Mr.Lapsa made sure his sneer made it over to Thane, along with the a flash of red from his eyes. He remembered full well how he tried to silence the rage of the others in the prison....