"Well, if you die, I'll just have to take over and carry my swords anyway~ Hahahaha!"
"I somehow doubt you can tend bar as well as Mathius can."
"Why, because I make desserts and slice people up just as easy? And steal wine from my father's cellar~? Speaking of, I do have a few bottles to give. They're expensive~"
I would not mind sampling your Amasec.
Lappland Saluzzo wrote:
"Why, because I make desserts and slice people up just as easy? And steal wine from my father's cellar~? Speaking of, I do have a few bottles to give. They're expensive~"
"I didn't know any of that. But I'm sure that if Mathius needs any more additions to the staff, he would consider you."
"Still, I have a few bottles from the Saluzzo Estate. Have at them~" Of course, she presented those few bottles, that expensive wine because of course she steals them from her father.
"Oooh, interesting. I'll be sure to bring one for my next date with Mathius."
Lin Xueqing wrote:
Inside the bar, the newcomer would notice a lot of unfamiliar faces. A girl in yellow, seemingly of paper, a cyborg that almost looked like complete machine, a general with several soldiers alongside him, a petite woman with seemingly a fox pelt on her head...
One of the people inside was a fifteen year old looking girl, sitting on a stool. With a large gash across her upper stomach, a bloodied T-shirt, and a labored short jeans, she looked like she's been through a war.
The one gash was still bleeding, albeit having itself slowly closing. The miscellanous cuts on her body had mostly closed, but they still stained the shirt when they were open.
However, in contrast, the girl looked fine, her navy blue eyes still shining with liveliness. Few people knew why she even survived that. Maybe she had a strong soul, or maybe she just was insensitive to pain.
When the newcomer got in, the girl registered that someone came, and her gaze shifted upon them.
"Hi?" With some nervousness, she waved her right hand.
The one gash was still bleeding, albeit having itself slowly closing. The miscellanous cuts on her body had mostly closed, but they still stained the shirt when they were open.
However, in contrast, the girl looked fine, her navy blue eyes still shining with liveliness. Few people knew why she even survived that. Maybe she had a strong soul, or maybe she just was insensitive to pain.
When the newcomer got in, the girl registered that someone came, and her gaze shifted upon them.
"Hi?" With some nervousness, she waved her right hand.
Thud
The sudden jerk of motion was unexpected though clearly intended to direct intention to its source,
Thud
It was Aleksandr hitting the stool, albeit gently, atleast to a degree which the Lord General considered gentle, with his boot.
" Hr-Ahem. Greetings, Citizen. "
He added, folding his hands behind his back in his regal and imposing mannerisms though it was obvious he did not intend harm.
" I couldn't help but notice you've been wounded... mortally at that. You... clearly do not have that long left to live. "
He leaned in somewhat studying the being before him intently, curious as to how she did not react to the pain, he took out a vox-scanner detecting cybernetics in her frame.
" Ah, I see... your internal workings seem to mirror servitor circuitry to some degree... nevertheless, the wounds seem to be debilitating you... at a rapid pace might I add... I have a proposition "
He held out a hand for one of his guards to hand him a chainsword, giving it a rev as it issued loud chainsaw noises, the general laughing, a little concerningly maniacal at that.
" Oh.. Ahem... Apologies... I tend to get a little carried away in the presence of Hildegard... yes... she's served me well over the years, fitting quite comfortable within the hand still... why... I remember only yesterday I was a commissar...
He added gazing at the weapon, affection in his eyes, a big smile, shaking his head with nostalgic memory before he erupted into mania
" HACKING THE LIMBS OFF OF FOUL XENO AND TRAITOR ALIKE... SEVERING HEADS CLEAN OFF THE SHOULDER... BAPTISING THE BARREN SCORCHED EARTH WITH THE ENTRAILS OF THE EMPIRE'S FOES !! "
He added swinging the blade in the air as his soldiers stepped back,
" RIPPER, TEARER, GOUGER... ahahahaw... they would present themselves as... no commissar... please have mercy... we shall repent unto the Emperor... I have a family... oh boo hoo hoo... WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE DEFECTING TO THE RUINOUS POWERS !... ahem... but... but ofcourse that isn't the reason why I have presented myself unto you. I can help you as it is evident that you are lame and dying. "
Aleksandr gazed intently.
" Ehrm... your body is much too weak and frail to be of service or use in a combat capacity... it would be worthwhile to discard it... but your head can be... salvaged and repurposed, I have in my possession, a relic armor sourced from the dark age of technology... a suit of armor capable of great feats which would augment your capacities significantly... if you are amenable to these demands then perhaps I can assist you by severing your head... with life supports and under the appropriate conditions ofcourse... to be ported onto that armor... in return you will be granted status as a warrior of the Imperium and help us fight our foes on the frontline "
" What say you then ?... Off with your head ?... hrahah... I'm joking... i'm joking ofcourse... unless... you find this agreeable ?
Lappland Saluzzo wrote:
"Still, I have a few bottles from the Saluzzo Estate. Have at them~" Of course, she presented those few bottles, that expensive wine because of course she steals them from her father.
My thanks.
"...And here I thought I might not be a good queen, but I'm also not thinking of beheading actual children."
Siege wrote:
"...And here I thought I might not be a good queen, but I'm also not thinking of beheading actual children."
Ofcourse you would rather let them bleed out and die, given you are amenable to a wretched existence. I am offering her a meaningful and rewarding life... at the cost of some sacrifice.
Theo does a spit take upon hearing that. "What the *BLEEP*?!"
Theo Stark wrote:
Theo does a spit take upon hearing that. "What the *BLEEP*?!"
" Oh hush now, it isn't that much different from being interred in a dreadnought "
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Lappland Saluzzo wrote:
"Still, I have a few bottles from the Saluzzo Estate. Have at them~" Of course, she presented those few bottles, that expensive wine because of course she steals them from her father.
My thanks.
He placed a tumbler full of his recipe Scotch with ice on a coaster in front of Aleksandr.
"And queens don't just behead children either. Someone's got to make the right choices, and clearly it's not you, "Lord General"."
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Lin Xueqing wrote:
Inside the bar, the newcomer would notice a lot of unfamiliar faces. A girl in yellow, seemingly of paper, a cyborg that almost looked like complete machine, a general with several soldiers alongside him, a petite woman with seemingly a fox pelt on her head...
One of the people inside was a fifteen year old looking girl, sitting on a stool. With a large gash across her upper stomach, a bloodied T-shirt, and a labored short jeans, she looked like she's been through a war.
The one gash was still bleeding, albeit having itself slowly closing. The miscellanous cuts on her body had mostly closed, but they still stained the shirt when they were open.
However, in contrast, the girl looked fine, her navy blue eyes still shining with liveliness. Few people knew why she even survived that. Maybe she had a strong soul, or maybe she just was insensitive to pain.
When the newcomer got in, the girl registered that someone came, and her gaze shifted upon them.
"Hi?" With some nervousness, she waved her right hand.
The one gash was still bleeding, albeit having itself slowly closing. The miscellanous cuts on her body had mostly closed, but they still stained the shirt when they were open.
However, in contrast, the girl looked fine, her navy blue eyes still shining with liveliness. Few people knew why she even survived that. Maybe she had a strong soul, or maybe she just was insensitive to pain.
When the newcomer got in, the girl registered that someone came, and her gaze shifted upon them.
"Hi?" With some nervousness, she waved her right hand.
Thud
The sudden jerk of motion was unexpected though clearly intended to direct intention to its source,
Thud
It was Aleksandr hitting the stool, albeit gently, atleast to a degree which the Lord General considered gentle, with his boot.
" Hr-Ahem. Greetings, Citizen. "
He added, folding his hands behind his back in his regal and imposing mannerisms though it was obvious he did not intend harm.
" I couldn't help but notice you've been wounded... mortally at that. You... clearly do not have that long left to live. "
He leaned in somewhat studying the being before him intently, curious as to how she did not react to the pain, he took out a vox-scanner detecting cybernetics in her frame.
" Ah, I see... your internal workings seem to mirror servitor circuitry to some degree... nevertheless, the wounds seem to be debilitating you... at a rapid pace might I add... I have a proposition "
He held out a hand for one of his guards to hand him a chainsword, giving it a rev as it issued loud chainsaw noises, the general laughing, a little concerningly maniacal at that.
" Oh.. Ahem... Apologies... I tend to get a little carried away in the presence of Hildegard... yes... she's served me well over the years, fitting quite comfortable within the hand still... why... I remember only yesterday I was a commissar...
He added gazing at the weapon, affection in his eyes, a big smile, shaking his head with nostalgic memory before he erupted into mania
" HACKING THE LIMBS OFF OF FOUL XENO AND TRAITOR ALIKE... SEVERING HEADS CLEAN OFF THE SHOULDER... BAPTISING THE BARREN SCORCHED EARTH WITH THE ENTRAILS OF THE EMPIRE'S FOES !! "
He added swinging the blade in the air as his soldiers stepped back,
" RIPPER, TEARER, GOUGER... ahahahaw... they would present themselves as... no commissar... please have mercy... we shall repent unto the Emperor... I have a family... oh boo hoo hoo... WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE DEFECTING TO THE RUINOUS POWERS !... ahem... but... but ofcourse that isn't the reason why I have presented myself unto you. I can help you as it is evident that you are lame and dying. "
Aleksandr gazed intently.
" Ehrm... your body is much too weak and frail to be of service or use in a combat capacity... it would be worthwhile to discard it... but your head can be... salvaged and repurposed, I have in my possession, a relic armor sourced from the dark age of technology... a suit of armor capable of great feats which would augment your capacities significantly... if you are amenable to these demands then perhaps I can assist you by severing your head... with life supports and under the appropriate conditions ofcourse... to be ported onto that armor... in return you will be granted status as a warrior of the Imperium and help us fight our foes on the frontline "
" What say you then ?... Off with your head ?... hrahah... I'm joking... i'm joking ofcourse... unless... you find this agreeable ?
Ixqueya regarded him with the glacial patience one reserves for a moth beating itself blind against a lamp. Her silence stretched long enough to reveal the poverty of his bravado. When she finally allowed sound to enter the world again, her voice carried the quiet absolutism of an executioner who has never needed to raise her tone.
“Spare us all your juvenile theatrics. You prattle about severance and repurposing as if you possessed the authority to adjudicate anything beyond your own inadequacies. You are a remarkably small man attempting to occupy a shadow far too vast for your constitution. The result is pitiable.”
Her eyes moved over him with the precision of a mortician assessing an unremarkable corpse. No malice.
“You speak of relic armor. Of augmentation. Of martial valor. Concepts that exceed you by several magnitudes. A man who must fantasize about decapitation to appear consequential is not merely weak. He is structurally insignificant. A decorative irrelevance draped in borrowed vocabulary.”
The tavern’s heat recoiled from her as if ashamed.
“Understand this. If I wished your head removed, it would not be for some grotesque parody of ascension. It would be because detaching it offers the world the singular mercy of no longer hearing you. Your skull would serve better as a paperweight than as the helm of any warplate.”
She inclined her chin by a fraction.
Enough to crown the dismissal.
“Return to whatever guttered niche birthed your delusion. Contemplate how little of substance you contribute to the world you presume to negotiate with. You cast a trivial shadow. Do not force me to reduce even that.”
He plucked another feather and he approached the newcomer and injected her with it to heal her. He used his own lifeforce, so from that he slumped wearily back into his chair.
Ixqueya Jorgenskull wrote:
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Lin Xueqing wrote:
Inside the bar, the newcomer would notice a lot of unfamiliar faces. A girl in yellow, seemingly of paper, a cyborg that almost looked like complete machine, a general with several soldiers alongside him, a petite woman with seemingly a fox pelt on her head...
One of the people inside was a fifteen year old looking girl, sitting on a stool. With a large gash across her upper stomach, a bloodied T-shirt, and a labored short jeans, she looked like she's been through a war.
The one gash was still bleeding, albeit having itself slowly closing. The miscellanous cuts on her body had mostly closed, but they still stained the shirt when they were open.
However, in contrast, the girl looked fine, her navy blue eyes still shining with liveliness. Few people knew why she even survived that. Maybe she had a strong soul, or maybe she just was insensitive to pain.
When the newcomer got in, the girl registered that someone came, and her gaze shifted upon them.
"Hi?" With some nervousness, she waved her right hand.
The one gash was still bleeding, albeit having itself slowly closing. The miscellanous cuts on her body had mostly closed, but they still stained the shirt when they were open.
However, in contrast, the girl looked fine, her navy blue eyes still shining with liveliness. Few people knew why she even survived that. Maybe she had a strong soul, or maybe she just was insensitive to pain.
When the newcomer got in, the girl registered that someone came, and her gaze shifted upon them.
"Hi?" With some nervousness, she waved her right hand.
Thud
The sudden jerk of motion was unexpected though clearly intended to direct intention to its source,
Thud
It was Aleksandr hitting the stool, albeit gently, atleast to a degree which the Lord General considered gentle, with his boot.
" Hr-Ahem. Greetings, Citizen. "
He added, folding his hands behind his back in his regal and imposing mannerisms though it was obvious he did not intend harm.
" I couldn't help but notice you've been wounded... mortally at that. You... clearly do not have that long left to live. "
He leaned in somewhat studying the being before him intently, curious as to how she did not react to the pain, he took out a vox-scanner detecting cybernetics in her frame.
" Ah, I see... your internal workings seem to mirror servitor circuitry to some degree... nevertheless, the wounds seem to be debilitating you... at a rapid pace might I add... I have a proposition "
He held out a hand for one of his guards to hand him a chainsword, giving it a rev as it issued loud chainsaw noises, the general laughing, a little concerningly maniacal at that.
" Oh.. Ahem... Apologies... I tend to get a little carried away in the presence of Hildegard... yes... she's served me well over the years, fitting quite comfortable within the hand still... why... I remember only yesterday I was a commissar...
He added gazing at the weapon, affection in his eyes, a big smile, shaking his head with nostalgic memory before he erupted into mania
" HACKING THE LIMBS OFF OF FOUL XENO AND TRAITOR ALIKE... SEVERING HEADS CLEAN OFF THE SHOULDER... BAPTISING THE BARREN SCORCHED EARTH WITH THE ENTRAILS OF THE EMPIRE'S FOES !! "
He added swinging the blade in the air as his soldiers stepped back,
" RIPPER, TEARER, GOUGER... ahahahaw... they would present themselves as... no commissar... please have mercy... we shall repent unto the Emperor... I have a family... oh boo hoo hoo... WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE DEFECTING TO THE RUINOUS POWERS !... ahem... but... but ofcourse that isn't the reason why I have presented myself unto you. I can help you as it is evident that you are lame and dying. "
Aleksandr gazed intently.
" Ehrm... your body is much too weak and frail to be of service or use in a combat capacity... it would be worthwhile to discard it... but your head can be... salvaged and repurposed, I have in my possession, a relic armor sourced from the dark age of technology... a suit of armor capable of great feats which would augment your capacities significantly... if you are amenable to these demands then perhaps I can assist you by severing your head... with life supports and under the appropriate conditions ofcourse... to be ported onto that armor... in return you will be granted status as a warrior of the Imperium and help us fight our foes on the frontline "
" What say you then ?... Off with your head ?... hrahah... I'm joking... i'm joking ofcourse... unless... you find this agreeable ?
Ixqueya regarded him with the glacial patience one reserves for a moth beating itself blind against a lamp. Her silence stretched long enough to reveal the poverty of his bravado. When she finally allowed sound to enter the world again, her voice carried the quiet absolutism of an executioner who has never needed to raise her tone.
“Spare us all your juvenile theatrics. You prattle about severance and repurposing as if you possessed the authority to adjudicate anything beyond your own inadequacies. You are a remarkably small man attempting to occupy a shadow far too vast for your constitution. The result is pitiable.”
Her eyes moved over him with the precision of a mortician assessing an unremarkable corpse. No malice.
“You speak of relic armor. Of augmentation. Of martial valor. Concepts that exceed you by several magnitudes. A man who must fantasize about decapitation to appear consequential is not merely weak. He is structurally insignificant. A decorative irrelevance draped in borrowed vocabulary.”
The tavern’s heat recoiled from her as if ashamed.
“Understand this. If I wished your head removed, it would not be for some grotesque parody of ascension. It would be because detaching it offers the world the singular mercy of no longer hearing you. Your skull would serve better as a paperweight than as the helm of any warplate.”
She inclined her chin by a fraction.
Enough to crown the dismissal.
“Return to whatever guttered niche birthed your delusion. Contemplate how little of substance you contribute to the world you presume to negotiate with. You cast a trivial shadow. Do not force me to reduce even that.”
"No fighting please"
Fumizuki brings Drael an energy drink so he can restore his strength.
"I'm glad that on Terra, there are far greater minds than a man who would chop off a child's head for servitude. Inside and outside my native land of Victoria...Now it's just the Dublinn Crisis I have to work out."
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