"Doubt you get anything out of them. It is late, they are tired and exhausted from standing around for no reason all night and so on. But hey, your time you are wasting." The Inquisitor said with a shrug.
"As much as I would like to stay in such a festive world. I am a Ship man, my home is up there. That and the Captain has probably begun losing control of the ship, without me there to do my usual duties." Concord stated, with a smile. Happy to return to the Cruiser. Always being on world made him feel strange.
Iron fist is strapped in the back mumbling to himself all that can really be made out it "bed, home, night night, bread" is all that is audible to those near him
- Praxis Prax accepted the vial into his left hand palm. Not responding out of... 'embarrassment, yes that's the word.' [Statement: will continue with investigation of Warpcraft evidence.] Praxis made for outside the banquet area, to the balcony the warp creature attacked. His equipment, and axe, at the ready.
[Understood] Gearhart replied. [Statement: I will return to the Justicar and conduct examinations of Lady Valeria's corpse and the remains of the Warp Thrall. Suggestion: we combine our findings in preparation for the morning briefing. If you intend to remain planetside overnight, join us remotely during the briefing] Gearhart paused a moment and laced his metallic digits into the gesture of the cog, bowing his head to Praxis. [May the Omnissiah guide your efforts, Brother Praxis. Dues Ex Machina] Gearhart intoned, before proceeding up the ramp to take his place opposite of Acolyte Ashburn. As he was securing his gav-harness, he contemplated interviewing Ashburn, however here posture and biometric readings indicated that she wished to be left to her own thoughts. Gearhart remained silent, instead quietly re-analyzing his previous findings for inconstancy.
OOC: If that's where the thrall is. I'll bring my mechanicum overly-elaborate bake oven for the slumber party.
OOC: Which Thrall? What's a Thrall? The Skeleton and the dead Woman, both on the Aquilla Lander, ready to be shipped to the Justicar Absolutus for investigation.
OOC: Alright for sake of moving on, I move on. Reminders: @Angles - Claymore - Hunting Wolf @bossaroo - Alcerus - Ecclesiarchy Priest @DaKaptin - Praxis Lorenzo - Aspiring Techsorcist @kanila - Rackham - Commissar @lord-watchman - Sigmus - Black Templar Assault @Mechiaus - Gearhart Griess - Cyber-Seer @Casavay - Cynthia Ashford - Acolyte (w/ Sororitas Background) @NightxHaunter - Korax Ordalium - Crusader @Schalli - Amelia Honoria - Adeptus Sororitas Seraphim @Shadhunter - Jean - Adeptus Sororitas Battle Sister @SorcererAlhendors - Nyx Arcanus - Astropath @torque - Iron Fist - Imperial Guard (Catachan) Veteran @Uriel1339 - Andreas Richtenhoff - Ordo Hereticus Inquisitor @Xaphen - Harrier Concord - Imperial Navy Veteran The Aquilla Lander back in orbit, with everyone save for Sigmus was unloaded relatively quick. Iron Fist ensured he would sleep in his quarters and not somewhere in the middle of a hallway to detox. His room sealed so he would not escape for more booze. Andreas was probably one of the few that did not sleep. Instead he was with Gearhart, Nyx and Praxis in the Pathology with the skeleton and the corpse of the young woman that died at it's invisible hands. The research went on for two hours, only to be inconclusive. More leads were required. While both bodies obviously had warp energy left, it was too little remaining to determine it's exact origin, but it seemed to have weakened dramatically ever since they left the planet, making it either linked to dissolving over time or to a local influence. ~~ The Next Morning ~~ It was 0800 and Andreas, along with the retinue was in the briefing room. Sigmus was planetside in a private room with a Vox-Picter Link, making him effectively part of the morning briefing. "So. What do you have all figured out during last nights banquet?" The Inquisitor inquired. @lord-watchman check your pm for events of the night while you remained on planet.
