Jim turned to an unfamiliar sound. Some sort of strange... leathery thing appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the crowd. It began clapping its... protrusions together rather hysterically. Shrugging, Jim walked off in the direction the plague marine had pointed. "Anyone need a head", he heard it over the din of the crowd. Curious, Jim walked over to the person holding a head in his hands. With his supernaturally sensuous voice, he greets the odd person, "Hello."
Sivius jumped at the horrible sound "Slaaneshi whore!" He had a look of horror on his face and hid behind Sally and Nommer "Please don't let it get my soul"
Sir Cumference falls into hatred as he hears the voice of the victims. His silent rage burning like an inactive oven. His invisible anger exploding like a volcano that hasn't erupted. They would pay for this interference into his most holy duty, nay his most holy destiny.
Jim takes a step back, flabbergasted. "Erm... not exactly. I was hoping your head would be able to translate Eldar into Low Gothic? I need to negotiate my release from this KabalVision show, but no one hear speaks any human languages."
"Ehhh..." She took the head really close to her own face and looked at its eyes. "CAN YOU TALK ELDAR?!"
Of course I can speak the language of the Eldar, what kind of fool would I be if I couldn't? Why do you ask your betters of these things, worm!? In reality, the head just dangles there, unable to move, unable to act outside of its own mind. To be quite honest there's almost nothing pointing towards it being alive beyond the unnatural lack of decay.
"... I think he might. He looks intelligent. But I still think he would be better off as a hat for Nommer." She looks at the other person. "Unless you are planning to do something fun with him."
