Treading in line with Grythan Argyle made no attempt to outpace him, a sort of humility to the action whilst making sure not to fall behind as if he were some lackey or second to the fellow. Once more did he spot Krax along with their apparent command figure a momentary mirroring in how both Black Legionnaire and nameless renegade kept their blades at rest, were it not for the wildly different appearances it might of created a pleasant symmetry.

~~ Bridge (@Colapse ; @Nurianis ; @DeranVendar ) ~~

Two newcomers arrived at the bridge, causing a smile across the commander they saw (see description here) communicating with the man who put an end to the followers of the Astropath earlier.

"It seems it is time to commence the briefing, Krax." The Commander said with a grin. The ship started to rumble in it's very core as the engines started to power up....

"Don't forget about my request regards the fodder for my... Pets. It would be a shame if my animals would starve, just because a butcher did not do his task. Wouldn't it?" Zadkiel winked, obviously referencing to his World Eaters past and entertaining himself quite on the cost of him.

"It's never smart (OOC to play a WE) to threaten a Fang more than once in the same sentence, renegade," Krax growled back as he took the chainsword in both hands and revved it, the blades whirling with a loud shriek that wasn't mechanical at all.

OOC to a World Eater, it's both past, present and the future. Sadly.

~~ Bridge ~~

The Astartes placed both hands behind his back and rose his head to expose his neck. "Then show me your rage. Show me your anger. Give into it and finish my life. Drink from my blood like you did of Shao Khan. You get the first swing free, better make it count." The man grinned wide, cocky and full of self-esteem.

"Unlike most crazed arcano-scientists, I can hear that subtext."

Flexing the muscles in her torso to fold her wings somewhat tighter together as to leave without losing feathers in the doorway, she turned her head to adress the sorceress before leaving. "Did you not want to lead me to the bridge? Minotaur here is not apt at pathfinding, and most people do not exactly react well to me asking for directions."

Of course, Echidna was more than just paranoid about this wench, but an opportunity to learn anything concrete about her would be most welcome, considering she would be stuck with her for an indefinite time.

~~ Librarium ~~

"I just like to be asked." Yriel giggled soft and nodded, leading the way to the bridge. "Though I must ask. How do you come to have wings? And white at that. Black Feathers I would perhaps prefer, personally... But that is only my affiliation with Tzeentch, I assume." She hummed slightly as she thought about herself.

"There is a reason why I'm still not a maddened berzerker," Krax twisted his lips in a snarl as he kept the blade in one hand while took out his pistol with the other and fired a shot straight at his "opponent's" face.

Seth's face twisted under his helmet into a smile as he could heard the shot of a bolt pistol. "Looks like there may need to be a new patient." he said to himself as he wen't onto the bridge. itself He could see already what looks to be two astarte into a fight. He kept to the side lines and decided to watch. He kept his tools ready in case one of them fell. If it results in death there still may be a need to recover the geneseed. Though it would likely best to ask the captain before this. He watched as he came in now beside the night lord.

Alexandra watched as The apothecary began to leave the room. she decided to stay in the room. Watching the eldar dance. She then decided to see what else maybe on this ship and how many other's may also be a psyker. She then began leaned against a wall beside patchs as she began to open her sense and began to feel what else lay on the ship. She could hear voices of pain people hurting despair. Other depraved emotions could be felt anger and rage was near by and she could sense servants of the blood god on board. She quickly then shut off her sense as she reopen her eyes And putting a hand on her helmet.

[OOC Gentlemen (and ladies, should there be ladies, one cannot tell from a handle after all) I am off to run a game, and will not be posting for a bit, shall see you later.]

~~ Yriel-Alexandra ~~

Telepathic Communication:
"Not on my watch, witch. Everyone who wanders on this ship with their soul has to get past me. And you have no permission for such thing. I am Yriel. Lady Sorceress of Tzeentch, head of the Lost Mercy Librarium. You should get your little curious body into the bridge and wait for the briefing. Should you fail to comply I turn you into as much of a Zombie like the Eldar you watch dancing, understood?" The mental voice was booming and dominant in the mind of Alexandra, leaving little room for any other thought. Despite the obvious anger, there was also compassion if not even an attempt to seduction in her voice.