"Again with the rude remarks!" he said as he looked at Harkoth. "Definitely not a way to greet a stranger," he exclaimed as he shook his head with some sadness to his face. "I guess this is a no," he said as he turned his back on the other.
"Rude? [binharic squawk] I merely state a fact."
"Facts hurt," he said as he had his back to Harkoth. "And I am most definitely neither of those things. We can't be enemies. I do not desire enemies..." he said coldly as he kept his back turned. He was the type that would rather have less conflict then more conflict.
Xueqing froze herself. Literally.
Nothing wrong here, she's resistant to her own Ice Shock.
Nothing wrong here, she's resistant to her own Ice Shock.
Damien ignored the young girl all together due to his lack of caring for children. He rather leave them be. His issue are adults. Being a vampire also brought forth bad names and mistrust due to what he was.
"Not every day you see a pink-eyes." She raised a brow, clearly not opposed to using slurs for vampires in her world, drinking vodka, as one does. "Or someone who freezes themselves."
He looked at Nova as he wasn't sure what to think about them. "Wait, pink-eyes? I have green eyes, thank you very much," he said. "Or are we talking about you?" he asked as he turned to look at them.
"I have silver eyes, thank you." Still, though, she didn't seem to be too bothered. "Pink-eyes is a common slur for people like you where I'm from."
"Silver eyes....Interesting. And I don't have pink-eyes," he said as though feeling offended. "But whatever you desire to say, I shouldn't feel offended." He looked at her, his pale green eyes shimmering as he simply stood up and walked to her. "So, do you fear vampires?" he asked as he shook his head. "No need to fear me. I am far too old to have that blood lust like a youngling would have."
"No, I don't fear your kind."
"Good. Don't. I am not that type of vampire. Some think of me as being an annoyance. Do you?" he asked with a serious look on his face. "Or would you rather be friends with a vampire noble? I would make sure that I would be of good use," he said calmly with a gentlemen's bow.
"Friends with me? You sure don't pick good friends. I'm just a cold, walking disaster." which is true, her body temperature is basically well beyond hypothermic temperatures and touching her skin causes extreme frostbite
"Then I wouldn't touch you. We wouldn't want to have me have frostbite," he said as he took another bow. "So?"
"Quite an...unusual crowd."
"Speak for yourself, chocolate man."
The ice on the girl's skin surface melted, and she looked at Nova with curiosity.
((She retains her human sense of temperature, but her body is basically invulnerable to below 6000K environment/temp spike))
((She retains her human sense of temperature, but her body is basically invulnerable to below 6000K environment/temp spike))
At this point Damien ignored the rest of the occupants as he took a seat again and asked for a bloody Mary.
Magos Dominus Harkoth-937 wrote:
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Aleksandr's gaze passed across the others in the room, some faces familiar others new, though having been to a myriad worlds everything seemed in check, by and large what concerned him was duty to the Imperium, he gauged by the lax demeanor of the others that the strange denizens of this place were of no concern, yet.
" The ever-bold sons of Fenris, well-met Lord Graystorm, your presence amongst us, as of Magos Harkoth are fortuitous omens. "
The lord general leaned back into his chair, setting alight his smoking pipe and sampling some of the local Amasec,
" Hrn... burns like a Savlar concoction... you could run a flamer off of it. "
Aleksandr's expression grew adamant, eager to bring the fight to their foes much as he was sure his contemporaries were.
" What then is our edict to expunge the traitors, be we blade or hammer? I have detachments of Aquila Landers equipped with extended augur arrays suitable for extensive reconnaissance duties, squads trained by Tanith's veterans to operate unseen... I bring an army of the Astra Militarum's finest, by the Emperor, they shall have no respite beyond oblivion."
" The ever-bold sons of Fenris, well-met Lord Graystorm, your presence amongst us, as of Magos Harkoth are fortuitous omens. "
The lord general leaned back into his chair, setting alight his smoking pipe and sampling some of the local Amasec,
" Hrn... burns like a Savlar concoction... you could run a flamer off of it. "
Aleksandr's expression grew adamant, eager to bring the fight to their foes much as he was sure his contemporaries were.
" What then is our edict to expunge the traitors, be we blade or hammer? I have detachments of Aquila Landers equipped with extended augur arrays suitable for extensive reconnaissance duties, squads trained by Tanith's veterans to operate unseen... I bring an army of the Astra Militarum's finest, by the Emperor, they shall have no respite beyond oblivion."
"Uncertain. The information provided to me by that Hive Scummer has been found to be lacking in some key details, such as a precise location of the Traitor warlord. All I was given was the name of an individual harbouring said warlord and two possible descriptions of what the building might look like." A short burst of static that could be interpreted as an exasperated sigh followed this statement.
" Surely, this relegates us to but one course of action Harkoth... and it is all too well known to us, I am certain your displeasure at descending into the wretch-warren to give chase to the vermin matches my own. Very well then. "
Aleksandr paused if only momentarily to lay his chainsword and bolt revolver upon the table, issuing a subtle grin to his contemporaries.
" The tools of the trade "
He then lifted his coat by the lapel to reveal krak grenades and a sizeable demolition charge
" With a few necessary additions of course. No obstacle is too great for the Emperor's own, we shall find a way or make one "
The lord general made a meticulous inspection of the weaponry, the satisfying click as he gave one the chainswords blades a flick, eyes peering down the barrel of the bolt revolver, the snapping twist of its action most satisfying.
" Talbor "
" Sir. "
One of the Lord General's guards responded, his step all the more stiff and expression growing attentive
" Patch a vox communication to Corporal Guthrie and inform him we may have use of the Breacher squadron and ehrm... those squats as well "
" Aye, Sir "
The guard touched the ear piece of his vox comms, relaying the message.
All Damien could do was listen in on the conversation while he drank his bloody Mary. He definitely didn't want trouble from the guy with all that arsenal he wielded.
As if she had an important conference to participate in, Xueqing hurried her way out of the bar.
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