Re: Elf You
By the time St. V got back and changed into his regular clothes, he was feeling much better. His vest and coat covered all the right parts of him, not to mention the pants. It wasn't long before he was taking all his gear out of his purse and putting it back in their appropriate places. He was going to have all of his things along with this time. He didn't want to meet their fixer, the kitty eater, without being prepared.
He patted his carved cricket-style club and tucked it into his belt. He carefully inspected his ares predator and placed it in his concealed holster. And he gave a quick kiss to his upgraded ingram valiant before strapping it to his back. After strapping on his shock gloves, few types of grenades, and a bag with other assorted equipment, he was ready.
"So is Pants doing the talking, Firefox watching the astral, Carver watching the physical, and me, Saint Velveteen, being the intimidating presence?" He snacked casually on some slices of salami as he waits for the others to get prepared.