Elta Kesstel wrote:
Settling back in her seat, she surveilled the room anew, making sure she hadn't missed any subtleties from her surroundings as the Imperials had captivated her interests. Turning to the General Aleksandr after a long time considering it, she said softly, "Kind of you to have offered me a delight from your kind, in the form of that tinned treat. However... It doesn't sit right with me to take such a gesture without some form of reciprocity. I'm sure you'd noticed I bring little beyond myself here. The coin that secured my own meal I earned on the way in. I can then only hope my intrusion was not a nuisance. My curiosity was sincere. If I can repay by fulfilling unspoken curiosity, name it. I've certainly had my curiosity sated by your open answers."
" Your ehrm... venom, i presume it has no antidotes known or otherwise? Regale me about your kind, perhaps the coordinates of your homeworld would be a bit of a stretch... yes... a vial of your venom will do nicely... i could wager it with the magos biologis for other technology.. or weaponize it. My curiosity pertains to your capacities... do you spin silk as well ? "
Aleksandr put forth a little collection vial with a soft lid.
Bare thine fangs and have at it... please partake of the amasec and lho-sticks as you please. We have accords, dont mind my guardsman taking a measurement of your cranium, its very strictly for cataloging this fortuitous first contact. I concede, you are pleasant company which is more than what can be said of some patrons in this establishment.
Aleksandr continued conversing with Elta
The entomoids in our universe are rarely this sentient, by your semblance alone one could call you abhuman. The closest we have are tyranids... eurgh... I despise tyranids.
Aleksandr leaned towards Elta with wide eyes as if to add dramatic flair, gesticulating with his arms as he spoke.
" They are like deadly gigantic preying mantises what with the claws and chompers and such... very deadly and.... DANGEROUS
He paused, clearly having very vivid flashbacks, taking a moment to wipe the sweat off his forehead as this sort of thing tended to induce a fervor, perhaps it was PTSD but made more productive?
" So there I was, upon the bridge of the Martellan Imperia, Corporal Hieromento and I were tasked with holding the locus so that power could be restored to the navigation arrays, that damnable tech priest could not work any slower, all was quiet, we felt sure in our defense... hreheh... how wrong we were.. how wrong..
Aleksandr erupted from his chair leaning menacingly towards Elta, his eyes frozen in the thousand lightyear stare, breathing tachypneic, appearance intense and diaphoretic.
" THEY SET UPON US LIKE WILD RAVENOUS RABID HYAENAS, GOUGING CHUNKS OUT OF MEN WITH NO REGARD FOR ARMOR, THEY HAVE A BITEFORCE SEVERAL TIMES THAT OF A UNDERHIVE FIGHTING MASTIFF, IT WAS A BLOODBATH, MY CHAINSWORD JAMMED ON VISCERA "
Aleksandrs guards rushed in to grab him by the arms.
UN ... UNHAND ME... I HAVE TO GET BACK IN THE FIGH- what ? Mathius's tabernaculum.. oh yes i suppose thats what this place is... ahem... my apologies... heat of the moment sort of thing. In other words, just another tuesday in the imperium... hreheh... Hieromento, old chap, if it weren't for your ingenuity that day...
The lord general paused pouring some recaf out into cups
" He's dead if youre wondering... anywho, care for some recaf ? Hows that venom vial coming along ? "
The frantic pacing Drakenfell took to as soon as he permitted himself closer scrutiny of her inhuman traits left her glowing eyes wide and still as she seemed set like stone in the aftermath for a few precious heartbeats before she sensed her own self-preservation instincts were sufficiently back under her control. She'd had to physically lock down almost every hydraulic muscle in her body to avoid lashing out in panic, but the cause for panic seemed passed, and she gently lifted the phial to her mouth, inspecting the material and lightly allowed a fang to rest over it, as she contained the other behind a lip to avoid drooling. A few drops pooled at the base of the phial, to her own chagrin, the bottom of the phial gave out, and the venom spattered to the wooden table beneath. Interestingly enough, even what spilled seemed entirely harmless to the wood below, save a slight burn mark that seemed far lessened, when compared to what it had done to the phial. Muttering in frustration, she eyed the glass like it had betrayed her.
"Alas, I might have predicted this... I've been trying to figure out the cursed design of my creator, and this seems to be part of his sick intent. My venom is not a true venom. More of a corrosive, with necrotizing properties. It does its job, and promptly neutralizes itself. Few things can resist it, but even eating requires I produce quite a fair amount of this. It flash necrotizes my meal, little bits at a time, each drop only achieving so much before it goes inert, and simply becomes part of what the meal eventually is. It's.. actually somewhat sweet in its inert form, for what it counts. But while I could use it to bite my way out of a metal cage, attempting to stockpile it and preserve it for use on-demand... seems almost, if not explicitly impossible by design..."
She extended the phial back to him. "You can study it's effect. Perhaps, could even keep a ample of the inert venom that remains after. But without me present, my venom is invariably useless, as even I can only achieve anything with it almost immediately after production. I am no product of evolution or divinity. Certainly my root is, but I'm a product of madness... Woven into shapes not meant for my nature. But I am, what I am. You could call me, the first and... at least for now... last of my kind. I'm convinced the fleshweaver responsible for me is the definition of evil, and I hate him for the chaos he represents. Though whether I favor my origin or not, I must live, as all must seek to. The best I can do is to spite the vile fleshweaver for what he did by standing in virtue instead of the chaotic subterfuge he clearly intended my form to achieve."
"Alas, I might have predicted this... I've been trying to figure out the cursed design of my creator, and this seems to be part of his sick intent. My venom is not a true venom. More of a corrosive, with necrotizing properties. It does its job, and promptly neutralizes itself. Few things can resist it, but even eating requires I produce quite a fair amount of this. It flash necrotizes my meal, little bits at a time, each drop only achieving so much before it goes inert, and simply becomes part of what the meal eventually is. It's.. actually somewhat sweet in its inert form, for what it counts. But while I could use it to bite my way out of a metal cage, attempting to stockpile it and preserve it for use on-demand... seems almost, if not explicitly impossible by design..."
She extended the phial back to him. "You can study it's effect. Perhaps, could even keep a ample of the inert venom that remains after. But without me present, my venom is invariably useless, as even I can only achieve anything with it almost immediately after production. I am no product of evolution or divinity. Certainly my root is, but I'm a product of madness... Woven into shapes not meant for my nature. But I am, what I am. You could call me, the first and... at least for now... last of my kind. I'm convinced the fleshweaver responsible for me is the definition of evil, and I hate him for the chaos he represents. Though whether I favor my origin or not, I must live, as all must seek to. The best I can do is to spite the vile fleshweaver for what he did by standing in virtue instead of the chaotic subterfuge he clearly intended my form to achieve."
Mathius Kothinto wrote:
Ami 'Gravedigger' Arpatia wrote:
She thought for a moment before saying, "Care for something to eat and drink over here please, Mathius?" She had been slightly hungry after the adventure she went through and thought for some food and drink to help her take the edge off for the moment.
He brought her some chicken marsala with white wine. "Here you go, Sister Mimi"
Mikazuki Augus wrote:
"Do I need to get Barbatos into action?"
"No need. So far, there haven't been any conflicts here."
He served Mikazuki a plate of pan-fried six cheese ravioli with a cup of house recipe marinara sauce
"If possible, remind me to put in an order of tomatoes with Olivia when I need more pears. I can't seem to keep Fumizuki's pear and cream cheese tarts in stock lately. I'm glad she and Drael will be coming back from vacation soon."
After receiving a message on her phone, Xueqing anxiously checked it... and then her facial expression loosened up as she relaxed herself, letting out a long sigh of relief. "Thank GOODNESS she's fine..."
This girl overheard Mathius' words, and typed a message on her phone.
"Pears? I called my brother to get a box of those at a stock shop. He should be here later..."
"Pears? I called my brother to get a box of those at a stock shop. He should be here later..."
She looked at the girl and noticed who she was. "Hello again..." she said as she sat there staring at the girl for a few minutes before going back to her food.
" By the Emperor ! what a magnificent pair... look at the size of those things ! "
The Lord General could be seen reclining in his corner for a bit of R&R; he was flipping pages through Cannoness magazine, one of the Adeptus Munitorum's most popular publications, no less. The eagerness upon his expression was quite evident, eyes beaming with wanton desire, why... he could almost salivate upon a sight like that.
" That price for the two of them is a steal! they look pristine... practically unused !... hrmn... perhaps a bit of lubrication for a... smoother ride... hreheh... Oh, the things I would do with the two of them... the devastation and carnage that would be wrought... by the time i'm done with them, there'll be nothing left but craters to attest to my fury. "
"What The General Was Looking At"
"You don't ride pears. You eat them. And if pears cause you destructio, you might be allergic" he said rubbing his temples. Oniyan obviously would be great friends with Ogryn
(Comedy time)
(Comedy time)
". . ."
Mikazuki simply raised an eyebrow, before ultimately pulling a Mars Palm from his jacket and eating it.
"...Fascinating?"
Mikazuki simply raised an eyebrow, before ultimately pulling a Mars Palm from his jacket and eating it.
"...Fascinating?"
Hrm... I find your syntax rather aphasic, you certainly do have a lot in common with them, perhaps you're onto something perhaps if you spoke these... ehrm... enlightening... phrases to a guardsman and declared your affinity for ogryns they might be compelled to tell you to gargle an ogryn and to their credit, you do look like an Ogryn gargler, ofcourse the guardsmen have their own lexicon and terminology and I wouldn't have a clue what that means but surely it is a term of endearment... a friend to the ogryns, one whom has an affinity for ogryns... as in you... an Ogryn Gargler. Very good, carry on, dismissed.
"...I'd have an easier time talking to Lafter at this point."
The Lord General would continue skimming through the current issue of Cannoness magazine.
"This may make a good gift for Brother Greystorm"
The 23 year old man had returned to playing Minecraft on his phone, expression of glee reminiscent of what many consider an 'Ipad Baby'. There were no absolutely thoughts behind those eyes.
Evidently. If you ask me Slaanesh isn't the reason why Aeldari continuity is threatened... hr-ahem... Admonish thyself Aeldari Youth! If the farseer could witness you right now, I bet she's rolling around in her spirit stone... you pleasure yourself in mindless ventures whilst the future of your species is threatened... ah.. who am I kidding... you're a good kid, just don't fall into the ruinous powers and what not.
"Whoaoaaooaoaaooa-"
A boy with purple hoodie seemed to be dragged in by... well... a heavy crate. With wheels. And it was slamming itself at Xueqing.
Xueqing raised her head suddenly, and swiftly jumped out of range, the crate leaving a destroyed stool behind.
It then hit a wall, and oddly didn't break anything in the process, except maybe Jingyang's nose, he covered it and hissed in pain after bumping on it.
A boy with purple hoodie seemed to be dragged in by... well... a heavy crate. With wheels. And it was slamming itself at Xueqing.
Xueqing raised her head suddenly, and swiftly jumped out of range, the crate leaving a destroyed stool behind.
It then hit a wall, and oddly didn't break anything in the process, except maybe Jingyang's nose, he covered it and hissed in pain after bumping on it.
Oink ?
He glanced up at Aleksandr again, "Aeldari again?... Sir, I told you, I have no clue what I am. And I'm fairly certain Aeldari don't exist in my universe. I'm just a 'genetic salad' as far as I understand, which renders me sterile. No clue how my species will live on." Apollo shrugged
After making such a strange retort, he returned back to his game; frowning as a creeper blew up his house.
After making such a strange retort, he returned back to his game; frowning as a creeper blew up his house.
"It just sounds to me that they won't, but...I guess I could find myself surprised too."
For once I agree with you.
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