Arsys didn't raise his head to meet the strangers gaze, he wouldn't give him that thought of dominance and instead answered while placing his utensils down, tidying his plate. "While you enjoy reaping death from afar, I prefer more up close and personal. Watching the life drain from their eyes as they stare into the face of their undoer." He then stood so as to be truly at eye level, "It seems you want more than conversation. This ship truly has interesting people on board. But do you come across this way to all, or just ones you fancy as lessers." With no true training grounds he wasn't in the mood to destroy an area for the sake of bravado.
~~ Library - Kareen ~~ + @Xaphen "MY BOOK!" She screamed angry at first, but quickly became terrified as the fog started to surround her. The heart beating at an extreme pace and her body constantly turning, attempting to find a way out, but only those blades and flames starred back at her. Her hands tightly clenched around her waystone that she wore as necklace, her breath shortening each time some more. "STOP THIS! YOU FORSAKEN PSYCHOPATH! DO I LOOK LIKE AN ENEMY?! WE ARE KIN!" She screamed in despair, tears flowing at the possibility of death. ~~ Kitchen - Zontaran-Kyalis ~~ + @kanila "I would be insane to fight a Phoenix Lord." He crosses his arms. "I just want to make sure you understand that you guys are required for the fight out there against enemies that not even regular Exarchs can handle. And keep in mind that we, the common folk, actually are in charge of this ship. Without us, you don't get anywhere. Without us you don't eat anything. Without us, you are only cold-blooded warriors that deliver death, incapable of appreciating life in it's many forms, for you have abandoned not just your possibility of wandering other paths, but in fact you became a shadow of yourself by becoming someone else." Zontaran-Kyalis shook his head in disapproval.
Library The faint smell of flowers, sweet as the innocence of youth, came to caress the noses of those who had gathered between these tomes. For the foes of the Eldar, it was a herald of doom; for the Eldar themselves, not a saviour as much as an indicator that one of the Hungering Shroud were present. Which one would be revealed to them as the mist-cloaked, slender figure glided through the opening doors, gracefully undulating. A face, tattooed with the symbols native to Lugganath, carelessly scarred by a mishappen attempt to wash the ink away with acid, and uncaring black eyes framed by darkest green - almost black - braids, unmistakably identified this one as the Devouring Mist, even if one were unable to tell this by the ancient and ornate, dark green armour bearing dual soulstones, or the heavy cloak wrapped loosely around the Phoenix Lord, seemingly anchoring her to the ground. "My, my, Arlon. Always so dramatic. So passionate. It ill suits one of your age", she said in a low tone, almost a whisper; a message mostly carried by the psionic subtone ringing along with her words. "What is it that has you in such rage? Tell me it is not this simple memory, crafted of ink and paper? Tell me it is not the innocent messenger you are about to kill?" She cocked her head, and revealed a grin that was not entirely sane, but not in a savage way. Veerix' words seeped with calculated venom, and her expression made it clear she was eager to hear more of the Slicing Orbs maven's rage.
"So you judge without knowledge? It truly is a pity. I understand the necessity of ALL of our kin. And as I appreciate the generosity of this vessels crew I do not appreciate your condescending tone." He stared into the Sun's eyes which appeared full of hate. "Now if you wish to continue this conversation in a more civilized manner I will be more than accommodating, but if not I will return to my quarters so that I can prepare for the trials ahead." Which ever way this conversation went he was ready to at the very least clean up his plate and thank his chef for a delicious meal. It seems that not all of the passengers aboard this ship welcomed the Phoenix Lords arrival. But that seemed to be the way it was everywhere they ventured.
~~ Kitchen - Zontaran Kyalis ~~ @kanila He narrowed his eyes but backed off. "Let's just say that Yme-Loc was not very lucky in the recent years and that no Phoenix Lord bothered to aid us. And now suddenly an ancient farseer's prophecy kicks into action, a whole bunch of you appear. Where were you when the hounds of Flesh Hounds reaped among us? Or the Mon'keigh invaded us with their semi-machine-abominations? You Lords of Ash care only if truly important people call after you, but not if the common folk screams in agony of the deaths of their loved ones." With these accusations left in the face of Arsys and leaves the kitchen before doing something stupid.
"Ah yes of course. Thank you Yaris. I will leave you to take care of yourself and give you some privacy. Thank you for your words and offer." With that Ty'rel bowed again and left the room, wandering to see where his feet will take him around the ship once again.
The Fog began to disappear as quickly as it had arrived. The glowing objects disappearing and Arlon's figure becoming known again. He brushed her hair back and wiped a tear from her face. A odd scene of compassion swelling in him. "Kin...Psychopath..? Both of those may be true, but I mean you no harm. This was mere show of what the Blade of Zandros truly looks like. Remember it well..." Arlon whispered to the female, before turning to his companion. The last of his smog flowing into his hood. "I thought I smelled, death. I just assumed it was this one here." Arlon said, pointing at the panicked female. He moved closer to the Phoenix Lord, to gain a better look. "Rage...no. Zandros does not want to be know. The little history that remains is unacceptable and to present it to me is of the highest Disrespect, but death is not the correct answer for everything. Just most..." Arlon said slowly, almost sounding sick. His composure also showed it, his hunched self and it seemed that he was slightly shaking.
~~ Yaris Quarters ~~ + @WanderingJester "You are welcome!" He yelled from the bathroom, continuing his wake-up procedure, while Ty'rel was now roaming the hallways of the little craft.
