OOC: Hope you are alright, always know you are gladly welcome back, I will take care of Davarus - no worries mate!
Nodded in acknowledgement and began to make his way down the ramp towards the hall and looked around at the various sigils on the walls before turning his was to the elevator and following the guards directions to the letter, he found the fourth door with a inquisitors sigil on the front, he straightened his pose and adjusted his robe around his shoulders, with a iron silver fist he 'knocked' on the iron door 3 times before stating "Inquisitor, May i come in?" he did not state his name however desired to speak to the inquisitor in person due to the nature of his summoning and the fact of his rank, "I am the Crusader" he said adding on
"Very well. Let's see what the boy is made of." Astartes knew only five things; how to kill, serve the emperor, protect his people, [CENSORED], and hazing. OOC: these for talking, " ". These for thinking ' '. Better if they're in italic, but DaKaptin has a monopoly on it for telepathy. Phoebus stopped, not turn to meet the morals eyes. Taking in his words 'Sergent Valen Sectous of Cadia, last standing...' *sigh*. "Let's get this over with. If you see a child don't look at them, they'll time your blinks and then throw things at you. They're also much older than their appearance shows." An impressive feet of engineering and craftsmanship. The city was embeded into the volcanic plateau, the rock and magma willed into place and shape. Overly decorative if you asked Phoebus. Statues of their tribal pantheon formed the center of the room. Exotic roots/vines protruding from the walls and floor, ripened fruit hanging from them. 'I've seen bigger food offering plants.' Noticing the elevator and their hosts taking the stairs, Phoebus got competitive. Deciding to not be intimidated by a few stairs, or desiring to look weak before the Exodites, Phoebus makes to follow them up the stairs.
"Then i will have a lexmechanic look into your brain wetware, we cant have you miscalculating when carrying such deadly weapons. Accomplishment? Well i guess thats logical, considering you just destroyed 3 lesser servitors, now once again, follow me" Leos said as he turned away from Draenov and started walking, this servitor was a good experiement, more loyal than skitarii, but it seemed to have a few problems maybe. Leos then also send a messegde to the inquisitor, "Misstriss inquisitor, i have created a new team member for the retenue, do you want to inspect him?"
"Suit yourself," he simply said, not really disturbed by the answer. His shallowness, especially when about sex, always came to front in situations like this but it was just the way he was. As the former Guardian went in the bathroom, Razauil's focus was switched to the blind woman as he expertly moved her around the bed. Although he did use her as a plaything, he was secretly hoping to see another person on his doorstep since he knew from the experience humans can give (and take) only so much pleasure before they run out of steam.
Richtor just sleeps in till hes woken up because he barely got any sleep on the ship and the only type of communication he made to the crusader or the robed man was occasional side glances and one greeting so he is pretty winded and to top it off he was drunk last night
OOC: Sorry for lateness of response. Two days London trip and I basically fell asleep shortly after arriving yesterday. RY'THSS For a moment, Ry'thss mulled over the machine's statement, but came to her own conclusion quickly. "I've dreamt of me being torn apart - a reality certainly not real any longer, as I'm happy to realize. I felt pain - as I felt pain, it must've been real, according to your premise that pain means reality, and such, I would have died." The Pelager had not opened her eyes while addressing her 'projection of hope'. "As such, I have either reincarnated, or your theory has been proven false." RESH Resh spit blood as the force of his blow tore up an old arena injury, collapsing to the floor. Ivories stained red, flecked a ruby tone, she did not stop grinning at him, even if her eyes made it clear to any Eldar onlooker that she was in physical and mental pain - it was the mental one she did not enjoy. She hissed, "It was Zoriel. He betrayed me! It was not my failing-", but her words were promptly ignored and her old associate's nails dug into her sensitive skin, her own blood flowing from her cheeks. The Dark Eldar's black oculi remained fixed on the man who degraded her, and was moving over to grab a mon-keigh's primitive tool. As it landed between her and the blue alien - she'd already travelled with one of those, and she knew Razauil had a thing for them - the former Kabalite twisted to grab it with her foot and lead it to her hand, standing up from her submissive position. Short for an Eldar, she was still tall for a human, and loomed over the other slave, humiliation and agony both fanning a flame of utter, inhuman sadism, ready to manifest in a way only Eldar emotions did - hard, fast, and without anything left to regret once she'd be done.
