~~ At Another Time #1 - Knives (@DaKaptin ) ~~ <Conversation continues here whenever he posts again> ~~ At Another Time #2 - Mortia (@Vulpas ) ~~ Once the conversation wrapped up with Knives and whatever consequences may come with it. She found Mortia alone. "Hello there. I have seen my deceased master talking to you, but I have come because our daemon-lord wanted me to talk to you about the ways of the warp. I already talked with the Blood Mage, Knives. So I hoped you could tell me more about it's ways and the fabrics of the other dimension?" Solara tilted her head. ~~ At Another Time #3 - Nova (@Colapse ) ~~ And once all the 'commoners' were taken care off, the last on the list was the governor's daughter. The one she had served indirectly on their old world. She knew not much about her... But that would supposedly change now. Once her chambers were empty, she knocked on the door of the group. "Excuse me, ma'am. It's Solara, I would like to speak to you... If you do not mind."
Simeon stepped forwards. "Lord Khorgar! Your servant instructed me to not appear before you without an offering, so here it is: I bring you sixty skulls gathered in the Blood God's name and yours," he declares proudly, not afraid to practically shout back at the booming daemon. He was pulling a trolley with him, then kicked it to overturn it and the sacks it carried. A couple of the sacks opened to spill a few skulls out on the floor. "All to your throne." The Flesh Tearer steps forwards to kneel beside Horatius, pulling off his helmet and setting it down by his knee. "I originally came to offer my blade and my skills to the service of Captain Alion, but your servant informed me that you had replaced him. Therefore, I now present the same offer to you, Lord Khorgar! I will let you direct my blade, if you will give me battle!"
<Nova's Room> "Come in Miss Solara," Nova welcomed the girl in, at the moment going through some papers on her desk. "You are native of Borelos right? An officer in its PDF? So sad to see your friends end up like that. Tell me, how can I help you?" <Bridge> Daemon rose from his seat and approached the knelt Flesh Tearer, placing the clawed hand on his forehead. Simeon's felt as his skin blistered for a moment before Khorgar withdrew his hand, leaving him covered in his mark (which looked similarly like Khorne's own, only it has couple of chaos stars around it). "I feel power within you Simeon," he spoke and Chaos Marine felt his blood boiling with new strength, "And I will unlock it. You will become my Chosen, my Headhunter. When there are enemies to be killed and skulls to be reaped you will go and represent me. Rise now and prepare yourself. Tomorrow, we shall reach our new destination where we shall make the Blood God proud of the sacrifices given in his name. Until then, you are free to do what you wish."
"I feel pity for them, now... Pity that they lived and died under the Imperials Iron Fist... Anyhow. The reason I came to seek you out is because the Daemon Khorgar... He... Well..." Solara put some strains of her blonde hair behind her ear, looking the Governor's Daughter right into her eyes. "He said something about... How you... I want to formulate this properly apologies." She collected her thoughts for a moment. "Urtus, how did you manage to fell him? Strip his pride and so-called superiority, as mortal? As regular human being, whereas... He was not just a Psyker, but in fact an Astartes and... Acclaimed trueborn of Slaanesh."
The former Guardsman slipped outside and into the hall, the room quickly becoming crowded with members of the crew and.. Whoever that woman was. It seemed the Lady Krux was rising in popularity and he could only hope she avoided Khorgar's attention. Whatever ticked in her brain might very well make the daemon curious. Lucien looked down the hall before kneeling to open the box at his feet. He took a deep breath and ran a gauntlet through his hair, simply staring at the piece of armor sitting there. I never wore one, cut down my vision but.. I don't think this should prove an issue. With a bit more eagerness than the Zhelezan cared to show, he grasped the helmet and placed it over his smiling visage. There was darkness and muffled conversation.. Just for a moment, until the world returned to him in sharper detail than his own mortal eyes could perceive. The hall appeared in a shade of red, heat signatures appearing in the barrack hall down the way. The irregular shapes of mutants met his vision and there was.. Emperor's bones this thing has an auspex. A moment later Lucien re-entered the room, barefaced but with a skull-faced and form-fitting helmet tucked into the crook of his arm. It was a lovingly crafted piece of work, powered by it's own power source without an armor system.. Each eye was a blank white lens, nestled into the vague impression of a skull, though not the skull of any human. Set on the brow was an instantly recognizable "I" of the Inquisiton. Whoever had once worn this helmet, it was apparent that they had "fear" in mind when wearing it. Lucien idly wondered if there was perhaps.. A set of armor hidden away on the ship that might accompany it. It certainly appeared like it might fit in with carapace. "Excellent find, Miss Krux. And apologies for cutting your attempts to flee short", the Zhelezan commented with a smirk. Typical nobles, running from their problems.
Ziik'neri comes out into the bridge. She smells a bit strange, due to long exposure to sue scented candles. Her six eyes looks around the room before she walks up to Lord Khorgar. "My lord." She puts over a sack, filled with skulls "here is 80 skulls, gathered just for you." She kneels quiickly before stepping back, taking a position where she watches the people in the room quietly.
<Another Time- Everyone's finally left Nova's room!> With everyone finally gone from the place, Latrynix said "So, now that we have privacy..... Can you please tell me what that mark is?" If it was what she was thinking it was then she was going to have to find a way to get rid of it and make sure that her soul actually belonged to her. She wasn't going to go down the path of damnation for the sake of saving people and herself from Khorgar. <Another Time- Station> Once she was done in Nova's cabin, the Wych had taken out an apartment that was small yet comfy by mon'keigh standards on the station, given that she wanted time away from the ship where she could do as she wanted without the Daemon knowing about it. Deciding that a little R&R of the more intimate nature would be a good way to calm her nerves for what lied ahead of her, she went out and visited a little place she could tell was frequented by Corsairs, hoping to find a little company before she had to go back to the Black Rain.
Simeon bowed his head to the daemon lord. "You are gracious, Lord Khorgar," he declared, standing up and bowing once more. He clipped his helm to his belt again, and then turned to drag the sacks of skulls before Khorgar's throne. @Wincent The Flesh Tearer's eyes found the arachnid mutant, and he paused to watch her present her collected skulls. Then, his lips curled. "Show-off," he said softly, too low for any human ear to hear, but his amused expression might give off the impression all the same.
Ziik'neris pinchers clicks as she glances at the new comer. Her six eyes wandering over the flesh tearer... She shrugs, as she instead begins to tap a strange melody with her extra spider legs, a soft tapping, increasing in speed before quickly slowing down and then increasing then. it is a quick and quite maddening sound in the long run.
The Flesh Tearer dismissed the mutant as just another curiosity and made to move. He found some unoccupied quarters in which to sit down, and began to go through his wargear, checking the bolter weapons for jamming, the chainaxe's blades for any scraps stuck in the mechanism, and his armor for any chinks or dents. When satisfied, he folded his cape and hung it over the back of a chair, set his helm down in the seat, and threw himself down on the bunk. He closed his eyes, and appeared to sleep, but his bolt pistol lay by his hand, even as he rested. As he closed his eyes, an image of violet eyes danced under his eyelids... he pushed the unwelcome sight out of his mind.
