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Titus grabs Gekiyaku by the scruff of her neck, and places her on the ground. "State your business."

Gekiyaku's head detaches from her body, pouring blood onto the floor. Her decapitated body casually walks forwards and reaches to grab her head.
"That's rude, you know! Taking what's not yours!" She said. "Anyways, my business is finding my lost brother!"

Setting down her head on the floor, Titus looks back to where Kazehiki is cowering under a table. "I do not think he wishes to interact with you at this time."

Kazehiki curled up in the blanket once more, half-asleep.
He seen Titus look at him, then gently waved with a yawn.

Gekiyaku squinted and looked at Kazehiki.
"... That's not my brother, you IDIOT!" She said. "My brother has a different number of hair strands!"

"Ma'am, you are not in a position to offer insults, especially to an Angel of the Emperor. Based on that, I suspect that your brother is hiding for a reason, and you are that reason."

Azumi was in the midst of training a Tyranid gaunt like a puppy. She literally had no sense of self preservation because it seemed impossible for her to have an enemy. Well, except one, however that is another story for another roleplay the narrator may or may not cover.

"Sit?" Azumi spoke to the tyranid who immediately did as told

It was given dog food by the fox spirit

"Good boy! Now, shake hands!"

Again, the tyranid did as told. It seemed to be... panting and wagging its tail? Azumi gave it another treat. There is no explanation to this except that Azumi is a divine gremlin and is thus capable of taming a monstrous alien hivemind for reasons unknown to most, even her patron deity.

He watched Azumi in complete shock "by the Emperor....."

"Very impressive, Azumi!" Alethea said in awe, "Not even I can do that and I can speak to animals!"

"And even more impressively, Tyranids aren't animals in the conventional sense."

"If only they were all that easy to tame…"

"It seems that anything is possible, brothers" He cast a glance st Drael. He was sure Drael would have made a phenomenal Astartes.

A baseball crashed through the window, and it was shortly followed by the heavy breathing of a running boy with a panicked look on his face.
"Did my baseball do that? I am terribly sorry!" Cedric announced when he walked through the door, glancing around to look for his baseball.

He then found it in the pile of broken glass, and he very carefully picked it up, trying not to get hurt by the glass pieces.

A man sat at the bar counter and chatted up Claude while drinking one of her extravagant cocktails. He had shoulder length locs that were purple and dusky purple at the ends and purple eyes. His skin was dark as mocha, and his ears were pointy. The man bore multiple piercings; two on his ears, a nose piercing, and snake bite piercings. He wore a stylish pastel suit.

"Easy there, Princess." Claude said in between her giggling. Dante watched her grab a broom and dustpan to sweep up the glass. He returned back to his drink; a strong and fruity mix that was purple at the bottom and red at the top with a flaming lemon as garnish.

The chair he was seated in creaked under his weight as he shifted a bit.

Dante turned to look at Drael. "You must be Drael. I'm Dante." He held out his hand for a handshake.

He returned the handshake

Keria would walk in on her back she had a staff she would yawn tired she looked around "wow its so pretty in here..." she would walk to the bar and sit down

"Thank you! Welcome to Trixie's. If you don't mind, place your staff in the weapons box. We have a strict 'no fighting' rule here"

"It's a honor meeting you for a second time, sir." The young man said with a smile. He then explained, "Back then, I went by Jonesy for marketing reasons." Dante knew both Claude's biological and adoptive family were both powerful in their respective ways. The adoptive family happen to be more pleasant to deal with.