[OOC No it does not, you can't be one that's already known* But there is, as you can already see, a lot of scope within the Craftworld-kin ... ... and one other.] EDIT: * because Arhra remembers.
Again Sai'ir began his wandering, walking about the hallways as he communed with his Companion. He wished there was somewhere open for Kiast to stretch his wings.
OOC: No DE ppl. We already got 2 psychopaths, I don't need a proper Comorrite in the mess.... ^^ Plus they are not Phoenix Lords really anymore, now are they? ~~ Kitchen - Vex ~~ + @Jorimel The man woke up, announcing his awakening with a loud yawn that echoed throughout the hall, scratching himself on the back of his head. He spots a funny looking dude. "Yo! What is Cegorach doing here? I thought we are to have fun with Khaine's boys?" Carelessly Vex yelled toward the funny clothed person. ~~ Library ~~ + @Casavay & @WanderingJester & @Vulpas Pearus ran, passing another Phoenix Lord in the way, evading him in her terror, still she was clinging on her waystone. The library filled relatively quick now for some reason, however the books were now only at the mercy of Khaine's wild princes and princesses... ~~ Zu'arks Quarter - Zu'ark + Kareen ~~ "A-a-and then.... The other one! ... A-a-also.... My throat.... N-n-n-early!" She sobbed in the arms of the Seer who caressed her back, reporting the horrible, horrible events. Luckily, this man understood her sorrow and calmed her down, leading her back to the bridge and sitting her down between Rharijem and the Navigator. "Just be there for her. Put the bridge on lockdown, also put the internal shielding on that nobody can get in here, not even the Lord of Spiders himself. I will see to bring peace to my craft and ... Educate them." With a telekinetic pull, a spear was pulled from his very chamber and he marched for the library. Psychic commands were sent to the Storm Guardian, too. Surely nobody would wreak havoc on his craft. The Force Weapon was a straight spear with little runes, the few it had were of Exodite origin. His psychic presence could be felt among all, as his anger continued to grow with each planted step.
OOC: I leave you freedom of where to go next. There is nothing open, as open as it gets is the Observatory and the Kitchen, if you wish to go to either place
Sai'ir stopped suddenly. The psychic energy in the air was... oppressive. And it seemed to be coming his way. Sai'ir waited where he stood, waiting to see what would become of him. @Uriel1339
"Cegorach?" Jeyridian's mask grinned wider, then assumed a face of wide-eyed innocence. "My good sir, you mistake the apprentice for the Master. Also, don't forget that half of Khaine's boys are girls. So to speak." He got up and, with an elegant motion that wasn't easy to follow, he was sitting in the chair opposite the sleepy-headed cook. He held out a hand. "Jeyridian, Ardathair for those fond of form, Troupe Master to the less poetic soul." He gave a short nod. It might, or might not, have been formally polite; possibly it verged on the cheeky. "Well, Master Cook, it's like this. War is like bread." "Strong flour makes the best loaf, but it still needs yeast to leaven it, or else you get no rise out of anything."
Ty'rel felt the psychic presence, an angry one, approaching the library. He knew it couldn't be an enemy, or the alarms would've gone off by now and blood would already be on his armor, so the Warp Spider decided to head out before this guy, probably a fervent worshiper of Khaine, arrived. He put the tome (or however eldar stores information) and teleported out. Fortunately this time he teleported to a hallway, which saved him from another awkward conversation with someone half naked in their own quarters. Unfortunately just then someone collided with him and he accidentally hugged her to keep her from falling. She held a waystone in her hand and seemed to be in a hurry. Ty'rel gave her a friendly smile, and said, "My apologies, there really was no way for you to avoid me was there? May I ask why you're in such a hurry?"
The Harlequin did not move, but his highly psychic nature picked up on the undercurrent of wrath building on the vessel. He sighed inwardly, and the mask took on a slightly more melancholy cast. Doubtless one of the Children of Khaine. But he had hoped that even with so many in one place, they might have had more time free of the stain of war ...
@Xaphen @Uriel1339 Zilyana Felt The psychic energy Hit her the anger of it gave off that something was wrong.Alarmed she grabbed the helmet on her belt as The other phoenix lord passed her she put on her helmet and had begun its functions, scanning the area she Began to Listen for anything or anyone out of place. She looked back to the Phoenix lord Arlon leaving her with Veetrix. She looked to the smoke as she saw it pass her. "Are you cause of the Distress in our Kin!" Zilyana asked him her voice raised a bit in anger Trying to address him as she followed behind.
~~ Bridge - Kareen ~~ + Rharijem + Torinelle + @WanderingJester The Spider Lord just appeared when Rharijem's finger was on the switch for the lockdown, and he went along with that. Ironically imprisoning one of the Phoenix Lords with the poor victim on the bridge. He leaped from his console with Shuriken Pistol and short Power Blade to the side, aiming it on Ty'rel, speaking not as of yet. Kareen who could not settle on the seat had been ended up against an obstacle out of nowhere, being embraced by it. Her first instinct was more terror, but she was too tired. She just let herself fall against the object, closing her eyes tightly and sobbing. She just wanted peace already... Return back to the mystics of books and languages, not all this terror of war! She should have never joined this group.... Rharijem intently stared on the man, ready to react should he make a wrong move. Torinelle just turned around on her chair, a Shuriken Catapult in her hand, also aimed on the Spider-man. ~~ Kitchen - Vex ~~ + @Jorimel Vex shook the hand, or attempted to, would the Harlequin let it happen, before proclaiming, "I suppose. I suppose." His hands thrown defeated into the air, not really caring, plus being too tired for arguing - especially arguing with a laughing child - that was never smart, or well, so he assumed. "You know what would be great? Ice-cream. Plain Vanilla. Better grab some before someone else takes it all...." Vex rose from his chair and went to get ice cream. At the same time Pearus walked out and served a fruit-cake that was as chaotic and colorful as the Ardathir's outfit. "I hope it is to your liking!" She clasped her hands and awaited his judgment. ~~ Library - Zu'ark ~~ + @Xaphen & @Casavay & @Vulpas & @BadDo9 His steps seemed to be amplified by psychic force, though truly he was just stomping. The emerald eyes pierced Sai'ir as he stopped in front of him, finding him innocent of the deed, he marches further to the library. The Storm Guardian, Sarahdeen arrived at the same time, the Flamer she held in one hand and the Power Sword in the other were both ready to strike was it necessary, however she would await the Seers command. Zu'ark walked now into the library where three Phoenix Lords were found. However, he knew of those whom fault it was. So the man ignored Zilyana. "You two." His voice was neutral, yet his gaze burned with the fury of Khaine. "Phoenix Lords like you put shame to such title." He tapped his spear against the floor, creating a small psychic shockwave. "There are Lords who care about those around themselves, such as Iryllith, Jain Zar, Fuegan and others. You two however. You care only for blood and terror. I will not tolerate such behavior on my ship, not against our kin." He approached the two into immediate range, letting them know he has no fear. "Punishment will come just in time, I will ensure of that. Display such behavior once more against any of those Eldar that actually volunteered and left all they had behind in order to support this operation, and I will ensure that your legacy ends for good, and if I have to tear every single shrine apart by myself." The Emerald eyes glimmered with anger, lightning bolts in the pupil rotating, while his psychic aura extended into a multiplied strength and aura intensity, embracing the entire room and grasping for the souls of the individuals like tendrils. He was ready to unleash the entirety of his power, would they do just one slight stupid move. "So I ask you only once. Will you be able to behave in a socially acceptable way and not spread terror among your own kin, to respect them and be as gentle with them as if they were made out of glass?"
