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He saw the little girl run off from the corner of his eyes as he kept to himself for the time being.

"It's wonderful to have another member of the Imperium, Commissar. All subjects of the Imperium are welcome. Usually we don't allow weapons in here, but you, Captain Aphael, Harkoth, and Sergeant Graystorm have business."


He brought Aleksander, Ubba, and Donatos each a BLT sandwich with fresh fries and pear slices.

Damien looked at Mathius as he pondered what to say. "They are indeed interesting," he said as he stared at Harkoth in general. They got off on a rocky start, but he assured he would one day get Harkoth's trust somehow. "Another bloody Mary perhaps?" he asked as he sat there as he went quiet. He of course preferred the drink over blood. Although a true bloody Mary would be nice right about now.

A brow was raised as Aleksandr glanced towards Mathius.

The Aeldari ?

He looked back to Graystorm and Harkoth, as if looking for confirmation.

By the Ghost of Gaunt, did I just witness an Aeldari offer appetizers and speak in perfect High Gothic ? What a profoundly quaint sector... lest I have gone mad.

A short pause followed as Aleksandr came to terms with the situation.

But ofcourse if I do go mad, then i am sure my lords, you will do me the courtesy of a swift demise... I humored myself at the notion that that good natured xenos was a warp phantom. But so far removed from his kin, perhaps he is sanctioned.

Xueqing came back. Nothing seemingly changed, unless the physical core of her now feels different. As if supported by mechanics.

Xueqing is now physically immune to jumpscares!

Damien stared at the little girl's change in appearance, her core much different than before. He still ignored her while he still waited on his 'Bloody Mary'.

Finally, after a long while of being KO'd, Olivia got up, looking al ripped (because she's origami, whatcha expect?). "Anyone got tape? I kind of need one at the moment..."
Olivia's HP: 1/75

"Here you go, fwend." Fumizuki hands Olivia some tape.

"Hello, Fumizuki," he said softly as he sat there staring at them. He wasn't knowing what they would think about a vampire talking to them.

Olivia nods to Fumizuki and began applying some tape on herself. It ain't much, but it works in the end.

Olivia used Tape on herself. Olivia recovered 20 HP!

"Oof, that feels better. Thanks for the tape, Fumizuki!"

HP: 21/75

"Eep! Scawwy!" Fumizuki hides behind Drael.

"Why are you afraid of me? I won't harm you," he said as he looked at her with those ice cold green eyes. "Sorry to scare you! Trust me on what I say."

Fumizuki continues to hide behind Drael. Something about Damien spooked her.

He finally ignored her in order to not frighten her. He went back to drinking his Bloody Mary while he went back into his little world.

"I'm not an Aeldari, but I have taken a few of their codexes, and before you ask, the big guy over there with blonde hair isn't an Astartes, although he had fought alongside Captain Vitrian Messinius and Captain Aphael" he gestured to Drael

He used the house-blend alcohol to make the Bloody Mary. He added a stock of celery and a dash of paprika on the top, not enough to affect the flavor, but for the visual appeal.

"Commissar, Mathius has been an invaluable asset and ally to the Imperium"

(Just putting this out there, Aleksandr is now a Lord General rather than a Commissar, I redid the character somewhat)

" Very well, I suppose so long as you approve of such Lord Aphael "

Nevertheless, Aleksandr held the matter with a degree of scrutiny,

" Hmn... you say you are not of the Aeldari yet the resemblance is uncanny and your ears say otherwise, doubtless there is some relation therein but should my comrades approve I have no qualms with you Mathius, the Imperium thanks you for your service to the throne "

He saw as Mathius made him his drink as he nodded with a polite gesture. "Thank you, kind sir, for making me my drink," Damien said as he gladly took the elaborate drink. He paid for it and started to take slow sips of it as he kept to himself until spoken to. He figured his appearance either infuriated people or frightened them.

"Feeling better?"