[Ephemera goes still. And then he smiles. It's almost friendly. There's an arm over his shoulder - his unarmored shoulder - and a knife out in the open air. Somebody's decided to make the night interesting.]
Since you asked so nice.
[It's been a while since anyone's gotten the drop on him so completely. He was out fighting earlier, then took his armor off because why the fuck not, they're supposed to be civilized around here.
He might recognize the armor. Might. It's dark. But the moment he's got an opening, he's going for the motherfucker's throat. Ephemera's got a knife up his sleeve, a pistol tucked into the small of his back. Not worth much against a full suit of armor. But he's patient, all right. He can wait.]
Rage
Since you asked so nice.
[It's been a while since anyone's gotten the drop on him so completely. He was out fighting earlier, then took his armor off because why the fuck not, they're supposed to be civilized around here.
He might recognize the armor. Might. It's dark. But the moment he's got an opening, he's going for the motherfucker's throat. Ephemera's got a knife up his sleeve, a pistol tucked into the small of his back. Not worth much against a full suit of armor. But he's patient, all right. He can wait.]
I know you, motherfucker?