"You's a tiny little git. Ain't even got 'nuff meat on ya for squig bait."
Skullsmasha wrote:
"You's built like an Ork, and you's red. You's must be fast."
"I did fly up to the Exosphere once, if that's what you're getting at... Regardless, I'm not the type to brag about my accomplishments."
"Doesn't mean I can't kill, урод."
Skullshatterer wrote:
"Doesn't mean I can't kill, урод."
"Ha! You's got some guts! I like you."
She followed without hesitant as she was excited to see what was in store for her.
Walking through the portal created, she came into a storage room full of collection of chainswords. Her eyes lit up as though it was Christmas day and she, a child, brimmed with excitement upon all the presents. She awaited for him to explain the various chainswords as she stood silent within the room with him. "Magnificent..." she let out as she was patient like a nun.
"I have patience, Lord General. And being mocked is a insult to anyone's pride. I will keep in mind to not allow you to be mocked and not allow someone to mock me. For they will feel the wrath of the Emperor..."
Looking at all the chainswords in the room, she knew he was looking for the perfect one for her. She had patience and time for him to look through his collection.
She was about to take the chainsword when she was given a much different chainsword. She felt it within her hands as though it was now apart of her being. A couple of swings away from him, and she knew this one was the one she would use in battle to dismantle and destroy her enemies with.
While he explained the chainswords making, she felt the grooves and the teeth to the weapon as she got excited from it. She would definitely treat it well with the Sororitas ointment to give it that perfect shine with perfection and divinity. The smell of the blade made it worth wild as she kept feeling the blade up and down carefully. And she did indeed know what would happen if the plasma field generator were to overheat. It would spell her own death if it did overheat.
She kneeled down when he started to knight her with the blade after she gave it back momentarily, her head lowered down to stare to the ground. It had been an honor to serve under him once and even if she was no longer under his orders, she felt like today was like the days of old.
"For the Emperors wrath should deliver divine judgement upon my enemy. May we live prosperous in his eyes, my Lord General," she said as she stared up at him with that glimmer in her eyes. She awaited for the blade to be back in her hands as she took it back in hands to lead back into the tavern, the portal closing behind them as a ork burst into the tavern as though wanting trouble. "Lord General...May I dispose him with this new weapon" she asked. "But not here...Not in this sanctuary where weapons and death was not allowed.
She felt like killing a ork and letting him know what she went through that horrible day when Athene and her Sisters came to save her from near death. "Greenskin, I would leave or we will have problems," she retorted as she let him see the chainsword glimmer in the dim lit room.
Walking through the portal created, she came into a storage room full of collection of chainswords. Her eyes lit up as though it was Christmas day and she, a child, brimmed with excitement upon all the presents. She awaited for him to explain the various chainswords as she stood silent within the room with him. "Magnificent..." she let out as she was patient like a nun.
"I have patience, Lord General. And being mocked is a insult to anyone's pride. I will keep in mind to not allow you to be mocked and not allow someone to mock me. For they will feel the wrath of the Emperor..."
Looking at all the chainswords in the room, she knew he was looking for the perfect one for her. She had patience and time for him to look through his collection.
She was about to take the chainsword when she was given a much different chainsword. She felt it within her hands as though it was now apart of her being. A couple of swings away from him, and she knew this one was the one she would use in battle to dismantle and destroy her enemies with.
While he explained the chainswords making, she felt the grooves and the teeth to the weapon as she got excited from it. She would definitely treat it well with the Sororitas ointment to give it that perfect shine with perfection and divinity. The smell of the blade made it worth wild as she kept feeling the blade up and down carefully. And she did indeed know what would happen if the plasma field generator were to overheat. It would spell her own death if it did overheat.
She kneeled down when he started to knight her with the blade after she gave it back momentarily, her head lowered down to stare to the ground. It had been an honor to serve under him once and even if she was no longer under his orders, she felt like today was like the days of old.
"For the Emperors wrath should deliver divine judgement upon my enemy. May we live prosperous in his eyes, my Lord General," she said as she stared up at him with that glimmer in her eyes. She awaited for the blade to be back in her hands as she took it back in hands to lead back into the tavern, the portal closing behind them as a ork burst into the tavern as though wanting trouble. "Lord General...May I dispose him with this new weapon" she asked. "But not here...Not in this sanctuary where weapons and death was not allowed.
She felt like killing a ork and letting him know what she went through that horrible day when Athene and her Sisters came to save her from near death. "Greenskin, I would leave or we will have problems," she retorted as she let him see the chainsword glimmer in the dim lit room.
"Or you could just follow the rules of the place, because it's not just no weapons here, you know. It's also no fighting."
"I's smart enuff ta follow da rulez, so you's welcome. Orks may always be gunning for a fight, but dis is tha exception."
"Good to know, I guess... Now we need a new door."
Ragna sighed. He was already used to this kind of life.
Ragna sighed. He was already used to this kind of life.
"I will handle reconstruction of the door. Omnissiah forbid that the Lord-General be allowed to inflict more of his petty egomania."
"Huh, I guess that's one problem solved then."
"It just seems one thing or another is getting destroyed around here..."
"My Mekboyz are pretty good with building things. Of course, most of them things is shootas and stuff, but ya never know what ya might need, so they build something for everything."
Lockon Stratos wrote:
"Or you could just follow the rules of the place, because it's not just no weapons here, you know. It's also no fighting."
Yes, we heard you the first billion times, last time I checked youre no authority over here. Weve made it abundantly clear to Drael and Mathius, the 40k group has reconciled nothing will be done to disparage the sanctity of this place, we interact amongst our own with no intent to wage or entertain combat in this place, the ability to discern banter from an actual threat is left to you.
We wont pursue or interact outside of this context, it is advisable to keep to yourself if that is perturbing to you. We no longer seek to interact with you.
Magos Dominus Harkoth-937 wrote:
"I will handle reconstruction of the door. Omnissiah forbid that the Lord-General be allowed to inflict more of his petty egomania."
Harkoth ! Good to see you... that wont be necessary i already arraigned my guardsmen for the task.
[whoops… that’s me he’s talking about~]
that’s what i thought~ sooooo…. Anyone into cannibalism?~ *grins devilishly, cartoonishly triangular teeth glinting as he smiles wide enough for his lips and edges of his mouth to rip and bleed*
Skullsmasha wrote:
"I's smart enuff ta follow da rulez, so you's welcome. Orks may always be gunning for a fight, but dis is tha exception."
Nazo Overkill wrote:
that’s what i thought~ sooooo…. Anyone into cannibalism?~ *grins devilishly, cartoonishly triangular teeth glinting as he smiles wide enough for his lips and edges of his mouth to rip and bleed*
"HAH! This one has guts. It's not my thing, But hey: Kudos to you."
Guts? Whatcha mean?~ *grins wider, the blood turning black and purple, then going static, his wounds heal instantly and Nazo walks over to a chair and sits down, two tentacles sprouting from his shoulders and probing around, exploring the place, one of them sneaking up on a woman behind him slowly*
[uh… how do i reply? Don’t wanna be a runt of the litter-]
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