The girl was not anticipating interruption, and jolted her head towards Xib with fright. But, as he started his speech... with silly wording, Xueqing grew more... confused.
Hearing his claims on the little parts, she internally facepalmed. It's somehow accurate, but in a sense this was... far from their definition. At least he got the capacitor right.
When the mammal asked whether the device was edible, she shook her head. It was a very weird question. "Sorry, but this thing isn't quite- euuaaAAAAAHH!!" This girl again got frightened when Xib expressed that she might be eaten instead, and cringed a little.
Then, annoyance and concern came up. "No! No. You CANNOT eat this. Silicon is bad for your stomach. And so am I."
When he asked whether this thing produces heat, she replied, "I could make it this way... but still, don't eat either of us."
She got back to assembling the bits and pieces, and pulled out some heating tubes from her void bag.
Hearing his claims on the little parts, she internally facepalmed. It's somehow accurate, but in a sense this was... far from their definition. At least he got the capacitor right.
When the mammal asked whether the device was edible, she shook her head. It was a very weird question. "Sorry, but this thing isn't quite- euuaaAAAAAHH!!" This girl again got frightened when Xib expressed that she might be eaten instead, and cringed a little.
Then, annoyance and concern came up. "No! No. You CANNOT eat this. Silicon is bad for your stomach. And so am I."
When he asked whether this thing produces heat, she replied, "I could make it this way... but still, don't eat either of us."
She got back to assembling the bits and pieces, and pulled out some heating tubes from her void bag.
Lin Xueqing wrote:
The girl was not anticipating interruption, and jolted her head towards Xib with fright. But, as he started his speech... with silly wording, Xueqing grew more... confused.
Hearing his claims on the little parts, she internally facepalmed. It's somehow accurate, but in a sense this was... far from their definition. At least he got the capacitor right.
When the mammal asked whether the device was edible, she shook her head. It was a very weird question. "Sorry, but this thing isn't quite- euuaaAAAAAHH!!" This girl again got frightened when Xib expressed that she might be eaten instead, and cringed a little.
Then, annoyance and concern came up. "No! No. You CANNOT eat this. Silicon is bad for your stomach. And so am I."
When he asked whether this thing produces heat, she replied, "I could make it this way... but still, don't eat either of us."
She got back to assembling the bits and pieces, and pulled out some heating tubes from her void bag.
Hearing his claims on the little parts, she internally facepalmed. It's somehow accurate, but in a sense this was... far from their definition. At least he got the capacitor right.
When the mammal asked whether the device was edible, she shook her head. It was a very weird question. "Sorry, but this thing isn't quite- euuaaAAAAAHH!!" This girl again got frightened when Xib expressed that she might be eaten instead, and cringed a little.
Then, annoyance and concern came up. "No! No. You CANNOT eat this. Silicon is bad for your stomach. And so am I."
When he asked whether this thing produces heat, she replied, "I could make it this way... but still, don't eat either of us."
She got back to assembling the bits and pieces, and pulled out some heating tubes from her void bag.
Xib watch flatback do the head-jolt. Big fright. Like rabbit see shadow. Xib blink. One eye. Then other eye late. Late blink mean “This one sorry, but also curious. Ah. Yes. Apologistics,” Xib say, lowering Big Words Voice a little. “Xib did not mean to do the startle-ation. This one approach with noble gait. Nobles do surprise sometimes. It is in the charter.”
She say no eat. She say silicon bad. Xib hear “silicon” and it sound like “silly-con.” Xib nod like he understand. He do not understand, but he respect stomach warnings. Stomach is important council. “Okay. No eat,” Xib agree, solemn. “Xib accept. This one will not consumate the shiny beetles. Xib will not nibble flatback either. Even though manners say, if offer happen, refusing is rude. But flatback say no offer. So it be fine. Silly-con no good for tumtum.”
Xib look at green plank again. He tilt head hard. Brain start thunking. Thunk sting a little. “But,” Xib say, carefully, “if not for eating… what for?” He point with stubby digit at the little parts. “You making trap? You making light bug that blink to talk? It be for war? It be for bridge? It be for making flatbacks stop blabber? Because Xib have rock for that already. Very efficient.”
She pull out heating tubes. Xib eyes widen. Both eyes look at tubes. Tube look like long glass worms. Tube look like it could be soup straw. “Oooo,” Xib whisper, impressed. “Little heat worms.” He lean back fast, remembering rule. Xib pat chest like oath.
Xueqing decided to ignore Xib's mumbles and focus on her tasks.
As things were quickly assembled, she turned on the battery - it seemed more like a power bank of some sort - and connected the electric iron to it. With soldering tin, wires and pins connected. A full, functional circuit was forming.
The actual circuit seemed much more complicated than what might form from those basic "shiny little beetles"...
As things were quickly assembled, she turned on the battery - it seemed more like a power bank of some sort - and connected the electric iron to it. With soldering tin, wires and pins connected. A full, functional circuit was forming.
The actual circuit seemed much more complicated than what might form from those basic "shiny little beetles"...
Lin Xueqing wrote:
Xueqing decided to ignore Xib's mumbles and focus on her tasks.
As things were quickly assembled, she turned on the battery - it seemed more like a power bank of some sort - and connected the electric iron to it. With soldering tin, wires and pins connected. A full, functional circuit was forming.
The actual circuit seemed much more complicated than what might form from those basic "shiny little beetles"...
As things were quickly assembled, she turned on the battery - it seemed more like a power bank of some sort - and connected the electric iron to it. With soldering tin, wires and pins connected. A full, functional circuit was forming.
The actual circuit seemed much more complicated than what might form from those basic "shiny little beetles"...
Xib left. Unaware that the child had no idea how complicated beetles were. It wasn't uncommon for the ill-informed and uneducated to push simple falsehoods as assumptions where it didn't belong. Not all could be as wise and learned as Xib.
((I love this self-sarcasm))
After having done with the circuit works, she wiped her forehead and let out a "whew!"
Then, she put the leftover materials back inside the void bag, and pulled out another LOT of materials.
She started assembling. Again.
After having done with the circuit works, she wiped her forehead and let out a "whew!"
Then, she put the leftover materials back inside the void bag, and pulled out another LOT of materials.
She started assembling. Again.
Lin Xueqing wrote:
((I love this self-sarcasm))
After having done with the circuit works, she wiped her forehead and let out a "whew!"
Then, she put the leftover materials back inside the void bag, and pulled out another LOT of materials.
She started assembling. Again.
After having done with the circuit works, she wiped her forehead and let out a "whew!"
Then, she put the leftover materials back inside the void bag, and pulled out another LOT of materials.
She started assembling. Again.
Finishes her meal as she closes her ledger. Sliding it between her bust so it vanished within the pocket realm tucked between there.
"By the Lord General, how did you do that?" she asked the woman with the ledger. She had been astonished as to what happened to it and was curious for a answer.
Ami Arpatia wrote:
"By the Lord General, how did you do that?" she asked the woman with the ledger. She had been astonished as to what happened to it and was curious for a answer.
Ixqueya’s regard settled upon Ami with the authority of permafrost. The cerulean of her eyes carried the pallor of glacial depths where light is remembered rather than permitted. A single brow inclined upward. It was as austere as a magistrate’s seal impressed into cold wax.
Her tongue, bifurcated and faintly lustrous, traced her mouth in a gesture less sensual than liturgical, as though she were sealing a vow against entropy. “The act was sequestration,” she said. “Not display.”
Silence followed. Dense. Instructive. The kind that accumulates beneath snowdrifts and headstones. “To open a gate to my province is to tithe oneself. Borders are devout. They demand marrow, focus, and the acceptance of aftermath.” Her chin lifted by a margin, granting the space a measured absolution.
“This required less. A permissive fold. Indexed. Anchored to flesh.” Her mouth curved, precise and unmerciful. Her gaze fixed Ami in place, unblinking, as though inscribing her name into a ledger of the living.
“The world anoints women as reliquaries without reverence. I chose to formalize the blasphemy.” A final pause. The words that followed were neither cruel nor kind. Merely final.
“Utility is doctrine. Excess is sin. We already bear enough burdens as women. And your general means nothing to me. He is, after all, a small man casting a small shadow. He inhabits a single mote cast adrift within a virtually infinite sea of motes that are subject to currents and eddies." She stated candidly.
Ixqueya Jorgenskull wrote:
Ami Arpatia wrote:
"By the Lord General, how did you do that?" she asked the woman with the ledger. She had been astonished as to what happened to it and was curious for a answer.
Ixqueya’s regard settled upon Ami with the authority of permafrost. The cerulean of her eyes carried the pallor of glacial depths where light is remembered rather than permitted. A single brow inclined upward. It was as austere as a magistrate’s seal impressed into cold wax.
Her tongue, bifurcated and faintly lustrous, traced her mouth in a gesture less sensual than liturgical, as though she were sealing a vow against entropy. “The act was sequestration,” she said. “Not display.”
Silence followed. Dense. Instructive. The kind that accumulates beneath snowdrifts and headstones. “To open a gate to my province is to tithe oneself. Borders are devout. They demand marrow, focus, and the acceptance of aftermath.” Her chin lifted by a margin, granting the space a measured absolution.
“This required less. A permissive fold. Indexed. Anchored to flesh.” Her mouth curved, precise and unmerciful. Her gaze fixed Ami in place, unblinking, as though inscribing her name into a ledger of the living.
“The world anoints women as reliquaries without reverence. I chose to formalize the blasphemy.” A final pause. The words that followed were neither cruel nor kind. Merely final.
“Utility is doctrine. Excess is sin. We already bear enough burdens as women. And your general means nothing to me. He is, after all, a small man casting a small shadow. He inhabits a single mote cast adrift within a virtually infinite sea of motes that are subject to currents and eddies." She stated candidly.
She stood up with a stern look on her face after she heard what the woman said. "So meaning you took it...as a debt?" she said as she stood there with a stern look on her face still. Should I trust her? she thought to herself as she responded to the momentarily.
She stayed quiet for a while until the conversation was picked up once again as she thought what was said. "Seems extreme to send something that small to a different dimension," she said as she relaxes a little from what she heard. The process was still confusing to her, but perhaps further explanation will help her understand.
She was freaked out by how the woman stared at her compared to what she told her. That stare felt like the woman was doing something. Her voice wasn't there as though she couldn't speak any words, her purple eyes stared deeply in the other woman's eyes.
At that moment she wanted to put her hand on her plasma pistol, but it felt like she was frozen in place. This woman was no ordinary woman. Was she a degenerate or something else. She jerked her head to her Lord General before turning her gaze back at the other woman.
She finally got her voice as she said, "You mean we are better than men?" she asked out of curiosity. "And you are unnatural." She started uttering the chant of the Emperor of Mankind as she took her book to her chest as though to protect herself from the sinful woman.
She stood there not moving an inch, her body again seizing up as though fear was setting in. Why did I have to look at her? she asked herself in her mind, her eyes closed as she kept muttering the words of the Emperor of Mankind.
When Xueqing finished her craft - ignoring Ami's curiosity - it turned out to be a small heater. Chargeable, adjustable, efficient, solid.
She turned it on to try the effect on minimal power. It was as if a hand warmer.
"Nailed it!"
This girl seemed satisfied and proud.
She turned it on to try the effect on minimal power. It was as if a hand warmer.
"Nailed it!"
This girl seemed satisfied and proud.
Lin Xueqing wrote:
When Xueqing finished her craft - ignoring Ami's curiosity - it turned out to be a small heater. Chargeable, adjustable, efficient, solid.
She turned it on to try the effect on minimal power. It was as if a hand warmer.
"Nailed it!"
This girl seemed satisfied and proud.
She turned it on to try the effect on minimal power. It was as if a hand warmer.
"Nailed it!"
This girl seemed satisfied and proud.
It was as though she started to believe the woman was a degenerate of the Hive. She feels like Aleksandr now; assuming every unnatural being a Hive scum.
"GUARDSWOMAN MIMI!" He boomed and lifted her "youbare certainly a weapon of the Allfather's might! Grandmaster Mathius, a pint of your homemade ale for Guardswoman Mimi, and a mug of Mjod for me!"
He set her down obviously impressed by and proud of her. "You most certainly make an exceptional Battle Sister"
He set her down obviously impressed by and proud of her. "You most certainly make an exceptional Battle Sister"
Kan-Xib-Yui wrote:
Xib eyes go two-way again. Left eye study softbacks. Right eye count plates. Mammals weird. They love big squishy chest-pillows, then act like they not notice them. No extra nerve-string neither. One brain. One panic. Thunk too hard. But Xib never see mammal outthunk bonk with log-on-head. Dumdums always in rush to go nowhere. Not slow. Not wise. Not patient like Turzien.
“Bah…” Xib belch. Big proud belch. Snot bubble pop from nostril like tiny balloon. One eye blink. Other eye blink later. Late blink. Like it miss the joke. Xib wiggle throat. Fold-flesh go clap clap. Old bog habit. Kick mozzies out air. He reach behind shell, scratch scratch with stubby digits. Tail is short. Stubby nub. Not much to wag. Still scratch good.
Then he drag his LOG. Real log. Big wood. His bonker. His weapon. It scrape along bar like grumpy tree. Skrk. Skrk. Everybody hear it and pretend they not hear it. Xib stare at nomnoms on mammal plates. Meat. Bread. Greens that look like they already give up on life. Still nomnoms though. Belly go rumbly like swamp drum.
“Me have rumbly. Me eat…” Xib thunk hard. Thunk so hard he almost hear brain squeak. But then problem. No shiny circle money. Mammals love shiny circle more than not-dying. Weird math. Xib pat pouch. Empty. He click snapper. Clak clak clak. Tongue flop out beak, long and wild, like it trying to steal a sausage by itself.
He pull out shiny rock. Not best rock. Medium rock. Still shiny if you squint and believe. “Me trade, yes?” Xib say, pointing with log like polite threat. “Me give shiny rock. You give leafy. Or bread. Or meat. Me no greedy. Me just rumbly.” He pause. One eye look at plate. Other eye look at mammal face. “Mammal say no, Xib do sad face. Very sad. Then this one maybe bonk table by accident. Oops.”
“Bah…” Xib belch. Big proud belch. Snot bubble pop from nostril like tiny balloon. One eye blink. Other eye blink later. Late blink. Like it miss the joke. Xib wiggle throat. Fold-flesh go clap clap. Old bog habit. Kick mozzies out air. He reach behind shell, scratch scratch with stubby digits. Tail is short. Stubby nub. Not much to wag. Still scratch good.
Then he drag his LOG. Real log. Big wood. His bonker. His weapon. It scrape along bar like grumpy tree. Skrk. Skrk. Everybody hear it and pretend they not hear it. Xib stare at nomnoms on mammal plates. Meat. Bread. Greens that look like they already give up on life. Still nomnoms though. Belly go rumbly like swamp drum.
“Me have rumbly. Me eat…” Xib thunk hard. Thunk so hard he almost hear brain squeak. But then problem. No shiny circle money. Mammals love shiny circle more than not-dying. Weird math. Xib pat pouch. Empty. He click snapper. Clak clak clak. Tongue flop out beak, long and wild, like it trying to steal a sausage by itself.
He pull out shiny rock. Not best rock. Medium rock. Still shiny if you squint and believe. “Me trade, yes?” Xib say, pointing with log like polite threat. “Me give shiny rock. You give leafy. Or bread. Or meat. Me no greedy. Me just rumbly.” He pause. One eye look at plate. Other eye look at mammal face. “Mammal say no, Xib do sad face. Very sad. Then this one maybe bonk table by accident. Oops.”
"Most certainly. How about I give you bread, meat, and leafy all at the same time?"
He pushed the shiny rock back towards him before retreating into the kitchen. He emerged shortly after with a roast beef sandwich with a generous amount of cheese, beef, and lettuce. On the side, there was a slice of tomato and onion, and in his other hand was a bowl of the house special soup: minestrone with rigatone pasta. Steam rose from the hot bowl of soup as if dancing a dance to entice the newcomer's appetite along with the tall sandwich. There was a knife laid on the side of the plate so the sandwich could be cut.
He set the meal before the newcomer with a smile stretched across his pale face.
Ubba Graystorm wrote:
"GUARDSWOMAN MIMI!" He boomed and lifted her "youbare certainly a weapon of the Allfather's might! Grandmaster Mathius, a pint of your homemade ale for Guardswoman Mimi, and a mug of Mjod for me!"
He set her down obviously impressed by and proud of her. "You most certainly make an exceptional Battle Sister"
He set her down obviously impressed by and proud of her. "You most certainly make an exceptional Battle Sister"
Being set back down again, she grinned at Ubba with his comment. "I would hope I would make the Sisters of Battle proud," she said to him as she smacked the back of his shoulder as a comrade. "And I will pay! I was paid and just received a promotion," she excitedly told Ubb, her eyes glimmer with mischief.
Ami Arpatia wrote:
Ixqueya Jorgenskull wrote:
Ami Arpatia wrote:
"By the Lord General, how did you do that?" she asked the woman with the ledger. She had been astonished as to what happened to it and was curious for a answer.
Ixqueya’s regard settled upon Ami with the authority of permafrost. The cerulean of her eyes carried the pallor of glacial depths where light is remembered rather than permitted. A single brow inclined upward. It was as austere as a magistrate’s seal impressed into cold wax.
Her tongue, bifurcated and faintly lustrous, traced her mouth in a gesture less sensual than liturgical, as though she were sealing a vow against entropy. “The act was sequestration,” she said. “Not display.”
Silence followed. Dense. Instructive. The kind that accumulates beneath snowdrifts and headstones. “To open a gate to my province is to tithe oneself. Borders are devout. They demand marrow, focus, and the acceptance of aftermath.” Her chin lifted by a margin, granting the space a measured absolution.
“This required less. A permissive fold. Indexed. Anchored to flesh.” Her mouth curved, precise and unmerciful. Her gaze fixed Ami in place, unblinking, as though inscribing her name into a ledger of the living.
“The world anoints women as reliquaries without reverence. I chose to formalize the blasphemy.” A final pause. The words that followed were neither cruel nor kind. Merely final.
“Utility is doctrine. Excess is sin. We already bear enough burdens as women. And your general means nothing to me. He is, after all, a small man casting a small shadow. He inhabits a single mote cast adrift within a virtually infinite sea of motes that are subject to currents and eddies." She stated candidly.
She stood up with a stern look on her face after she heard what the woman said. "So meaning you took it...as a debt?" she said as she stood there with a stern look on her face still. Should I trust her? she thought to herself as she responded to the momentarily.
She stayed quiet for a while until the conversation was picked up once again as she thought what was said. "Seems extreme to send something that small to a different dimension," she said as she relaxes a little from what she heard. The process was still confusing to her, but perhaps further explanation will help her understand.
She was freaked out by how the woman stared at her compared to what she told her. That stare felt like the woman was doing something. Her voice wasn't there as though she couldn't speak any words, her purple eyes stared deeply in the other woman's eyes.
At that moment she wanted to put her hand on her plasma pistol, but it felt like she was frozen in place. This woman was no ordinary woman. Was she a degenerate or something else. She jerked her head to her Lord General before turning her gaze back at the other woman.
She finally got her voice as she said, "You mean we are better than men?" she asked out of curiosity. "And you are unnatural." She started uttering the chant of the Emperor of Mankind as she took her book to her chest as though to protect herself from the sinful woman.
She stood there not moving an inch, her body again seizing up as though fear was setting in. Why did I have to look at her? she asked herself in her mind, her eyes closed as she kept muttering the words of the Emperor of Mankind.
Ami rose with a rigidity mistaken for resolve, her suspicion coagulating into accusation. The notion of debt emerged from her mouth as if the universe itself were obligated to balance its ledgers according to her catechism. Ixqueya did not rise to meet it. She did not acknowledge it at all. Her stillness possessed the gravity of a sepulcher seal, a silence that rendered the soldier’s agitation performative. The reflex to sanctify ignorance by calling it theft.
The woman’s thoughts scuttled for vocabulary sturdy enough to cage the event. Extremity. Dimension. Unnatural. Each term was a talisman swung against incomprehension. She mistook Ixqueya’s gaze for action because indoctrination trains the faithful to believe that unfamiliarity is aggression. The stare remained fixed, glacial, ecclesiastical. It carried the authority of winter when it first hardens the ground and teaches caravans the difference between intent and permission.
Her hand drifted toward her weapon and stalled. Not restrained. Invalidated. In that moment she discovered the obscene fragility of doctrine when confronted with a reality that does not negotiate. The body does not answer to scripture when the cosmos declines to listen. Panic curdled into reverence. Reverence ossified into paralysis. She reached for the only refuge her empire had ever given her. A chant rehearsed to ward off the intolerable recognition that faith is often nothing more than a story told loudly enough to drown out doubt.
The Emperor she invoked was not divine. He was a reliquary of fear enthroned in metallurgy and myth. A sovereign embalmed by necessity and worshipped because his followers could not endure a universe without a paternal silhouette. That empire mistook preservation for transcendence, consumption for purity, and extermination for order. It fed its god with bodies and called the transaction salvation. This was not holiness. It was necropolitical inertia. A civilization too frightened to admit mortality, elevating a corpse into a sun and wondering why the light required so much blood.
Ixqueya observed without intervention. Argument would have been indulgence. The soldier’s muttering continued, a pilgrim’s litany spoken into a blizzard that did not answer. In time, the general she revered, the emperor she clutched, the insignia she kissed, would all submit to the same audit as every dominion that confuses supremacy with eternity. Winter claims without malice. Death does not debate. Faiths that mistake domination for divinity are always punctual to their own extinction. The only variable is how long it takes them to realize the hymn has ended.
Ixqueya had killed her lot before, effortlessly. Their corpses were already in her army. Their secrets laid bare. A pity, to have fallen so far and to have learned nothing at all. That was the travesty of her verse. A parody of what could have been. They were not strong, they were weak. They just barked loudly like a small inbred mongrel. How easily she could choke such bravado from them. Providentially for the lot, there was no reason to. For their fate had been sealed the moment they were born. They would die and join her realm. As all their fallen brothers have.
Her gaze kept on the woman's icy blue eyes as she felt inferior to her. She kept repeating the Emperor of Mankind as she kept herself from pulling her plasma pistol on the woman. She was indeed afraid, but anyone would be to a entity that could easily defile them and destroy them without remorse. For her, her Lord General was whom she looked up. A orphan now having meaning would not let anyone talk bad about Alaksandr, her Lord General. But this woman had a eerily glow to her that frightened Ami a lot.
She looked at Ixqueya, the silence that could be cut by a knife, her eyes still fixated on her. If she had known who she was, she would have simply sat down and kept quiet. "Why are you just staring at me?" Ami asked her as she by now was curious, her fear turning to pride for what she believed in. "If this is death, I don't fear it. Death will fear me." she said, her stern expression showed as her purple eyes glimmer slightly. She had a strong resolve. She will believe what she will even if it was some false deity. It was better then not believing in nothing. Perhaps she could resolve the difference between her and Ixgueya. "I am not here for trouble," she said after she sat down, her eyes still staring at her, her eyes following if need be.
She looked at Ixqueya, the silence that could be cut by a knife, her eyes still fixated on her. If she had known who she was, she would have simply sat down and kept quiet. "Why are you just staring at me?" Ami asked her as she by now was curious, her fear turning to pride for what she believed in. "If this is death, I don't fear it. Death will fear me." she said, her stern expression showed as her purple eyes glimmer slightly. She had a strong resolve. She will believe what she will even if it was some false deity. It was better then not believing in nothing. Perhaps she could resolve the difference between her and Ixgueya. "I am not here for trouble," she said after she sat down, her eyes still staring at her, her eyes following if need be.
Ami Arpatia wrote:
Her gaze kept on the woman's icy blue eyes as she felt inferior to her. She kept repeating the Emperor of Mankind as she kept herself from pulling her plasma pistol on the woman. She was indeed afraid, but anyone would be to a entity that could easily defile them and destroy them without remorse. For her, her Lord General was whom she looked up. A orphan now having meaning would not let anyone talk bad about Alaksandr, her Lord General. But this woman had a eerily glow to her that frightened Ami a lot.
She looked at Ixqueya, the silence that could be cut by a knife, her eyes still fixated on her. If she had known who she was, she would have simply sat down and kept quiet. "Why are you just staring at me?" Ami asked her as she by now was curious, her fear turning to pride for what she believed in. "If this is death, I don't fear it. Death will fear me." she said, her stern expression showed as her purple eyes glimmer slightly. She had a strong resolve. She will believe what she will even if it was some false deity. It was better then not believing in nothing. Perhaps she could resolve the difference between her and Ixgueya. "I am not here for trouble," she said after she sat down, her eyes still staring at her, her eyes following if need be.
She looked at Ixqueya, the silence that could be cut by a knife, her eyes still fixated on her. If she had known who she was, she would have simply sat down and kept quiet. "Why are you just staring at me?" Ami asked her as she by now was curious, her fear turning to pride for what she believed in. "If this is death, I don't fear it. Death will fear me." she said, her stern expression showed as her purple eyes glimmer slightly. She had a strong resolve. She will believe what she will even if it was some false deity. It was better then not believing in nothing. Perhaps she could resolve the difference between her and Ixgueya. "I am not here for trouble," she said after she sat down, her eyes still staring at her, her eyes following if need be.
He rested a massive hand on her shoulder "ignore her. Never forget you are an instrument of the might of the Allfather. She is a Slaaneshi-looking cur" the Son of Russ spoke in his thundering voice.
He sipped from his goblet of wine before shooting a glare back over towards Ami and Ubba.
"Brother-Lieutenant Greystorm, Guardswoman Ami.....is there a problem?"
"Brother-Lieutenant Greystorm, Guardswoman Ami.....is there a problem?"
She eased up with Lord Ubba's words. "You're right...She has to be a Slaanesh-looking cur. The Allfather is our enemy salvation," she said as she rested her hand on his as she smiled up at him. She did feel a lot safe when he is around her. She hope to one day to fight alongside him killing those degenerate Hive scum and those orks that needs to be obliterated from existence.
"That witch over there," she said to Donatos as she pointed to the woman with the icy blue eyes. "She has a eerily glow to her. She has to be either a Slaanesh cur or death, itself," she said to him with a stern look on her face as she kept beside Ubba for protection.
Donatos Aphael wrote:
He sipped from his goblet of wine before shooting a glare back over towards Ami and Ubba.
"Brother-Lieutenant Greystorm, Guardswoman Ami.....is there a problem?"
"Brother-Lieutenant Greystorm, Guardswoman Ami.....is there a problem?"
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