"I took a different path as well, which eventually led me to join Inquisitor's retinue. I am content here, for the moment at least," he responded as he yanked the chain, turning the human other way around so he could access other parts of her body. "What of Teras and your love to him?"

"Teras passed away. His soulstone back at his home, at Ulthwe." She said simple, leaning back, feeling somewhat more relaxed. To talk to an Eldar, to talk in Eldarin, just to be away from humans for a moment. "And, are these chains really necessary? You know our kin is better than that."

The guardsman heads to the mess hall for a big glass of the best ale they'd give him and after wards head to the armory to check out the guns

"I'm sad to hear it," he said as his hands went all around female's back. "The chains are unnecessary, but I'm still skeptic about this meeting. You see, the one trained in ways like I am, know that there are no such things as coincidences, so indulge me for couple of moments more. Also, remember that you were the reason why I left, one of the reasons anyway. So are you still deathly afraid of Necrons?" he asked as if he was joking, but once again swiftly changed the tone, the way only he knew. "About Teras...weren't you pregnant with him?"

"We never did it." She replied cold. "As for the Necrons." She shook her head. "Remember how you had given Zu'ark the coordinates? He took me in your stead. Though I am not sure if I just got used to it. Or just..." She sighed and left quite a dramatic pause, not sure if to say it or not, but eventually looking back at him. "Grew cold like you."

Darkness shrouded the dimly lit room as the robed figure sat down in his metallic office chair, scavenging through numerous files and elderly books within his own personal and elegantly crafted carrying case. The only light source within the room was a small, slightly burnt candle housed inside an old wooden holder. It was his own personal candle, as he preferred the erring dark and what little natural light the candle produced as it radiated off enlightenment and released a smell of smoothing smoke that calmed the senses. It reminded the mysterious figure so much of his time in the libraries of the Schola Progenium, from where he studied the Lex Imperiali extensively for hours on end in his quest to fully understand the holy laws of the Imperium in its entirety. Thinking back reminded him of the chanting, the peace of the calming organ playing in harmony with the voices of holy prayer. How he wished to return one day, just to hear them play again...

The old papers he scurried through were specific documents of important Imperial court cases with his own notes scribbled onto them with a classical ink pin that has been with his family for a millennia. Being the last of his bloodline, the honor of horror of carrying with him the last hallmark of his family's existence was unnerving to say the least. However, he kept it with him and continued to use it in hopes that the legacy of the dead shall guide his hand towards the path of understanding. The figure brushed his hand against the files in a hurry of movement, scraping his armored gauntlet against delicate paper until he came upon his dataslate. Gripping its firmly in his right hand, the man pulled it out and closed the carrying case shut and put the slate into a simple leather carrying pouch on his belt.

No longer in need of the robes withholding his identity during the long journey aboard the transporting Valkyrie, the man tossed aside his dark robes to the sanctuary of his assigned bedding just moments before pressing his gloved fingers in a successful effort to snuff out the lone candle's defiant flame as it hissed out of existence and into a final breath of smoke. As he made to stride out of his quarters, a low metallic growl emerged from the shadows of the doorway. The man let out a loud hissing sound from his lips, and the growling subsided. As if nothing had happened, the man pressed open the door's control panel as to unleash the locked door from the confines of the wall and let free the light from the hallway as to bath him in blinding illumination. The Cyber-Mastiff whimpered at the sudden change of lighting and backed away into the dark corners of the room as the Judge of the Adeptus Arbites ventured forth to see that the Imperium remains protected by the injustice of an unfair universe.

As the door to his quarters closed once more, Lysander Cariaso turned to face a one of the Inquisitorial Guardsmen standing firmly at attention nearby. "Guardsmen, I seek the audience of the Inqusitior." His up-front and get-to-the-point vocal tone was very calm yet subtly demanding in vocal intensity, something that complemented the authority of his bodily presence and badge of office.

(OOC: Greetings once again, everyone! I have returned from beyond death (or rather from beyond the grave of the forum). My personal life has been very unbalanced with my interests and time being divided an uncountable amount of times in numerous ways. Hopefully, I can get in posts from time to time in a suitable manner. Just don't get surprised if I don't reply for half a day or so. That just means I'm busy! Or asleep, for that matter.

Also, since I do so love pictures that define my character. Here is what my character generally looks like. http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/300/d/7/arbites_track_marshall_by_justaman78-d4e5cze.jpg)

"turning on the training servitors to lethal intent, in 3...2...1...now" Then the training servitors in the cage with Draenov jumped to life, and began their attack patterns.
"Prove your better than them now" the sucutor, said in a rare incuragement, since he really wanted his servitor to prove itself better.

OOC: Glad you are back, sorry about Ezra!

One of them nodded and voxed directly the Inquisitor, then handed a note to the Adeptus Arbites. "The frequency, you should save the frequency." The soldier having a neutral gaze, giving no hint of his personality to the Arbites-man, except that he was following his duty without doubt.

Eventually the Inquisitor walked from one of the hallways, meeting the Adeptus Arbites newcomer herself, clad in her Mesh-Body-Suit. Bolt Pistol on the right in a holster, twin curved power blades on each side of her hip and her blue hair hanging loosely from the back of her head, she stretched her hand out. "I am glad to have an investigator back on my side. Ezra had served me long, before the God-Emperor called him to his side, I hope you will serve as long and as loyal, if not even more each respectively."

OOC Thoren, not Ezra (he was Skarboy's)! And welcome back Mando!

"Good, that is good," he nodded at her words, "You'll going to need that strength if you are to survive here," he said as he brought up the female and moved her on the bed. He then went around her and placed her in a position so he could still look at Su'iris as he made way into girl's body.

"Do you know what happened to my limping Spectre friend?"

After walking in the mess.hall he asks for a couple glasses of any ale they had after receiving the ale he goes to a table he takes a deep breath and takes off his gas mask and chugs the drinks as soon as he sets it on the table after hes done chugging them he puts back on his gas mask and exhales and inhales deeply at first then as soon as he gets up he realized hes a bit tipsy he carried the glasses over to the counter hiccuped and said" thank you so much for the ale" with that he stumbles out and heads to his little lovely home Forgetting about his plans for the armory