OOC: ACK! So much to catch up on, yet work is exhausting!
Ramiel couldn't help but smile at Lord Sharr's words, the meat of his facial muscles pulling on his exposed side. The words of devotion on the other side tiwsted, as well. Some of the words seemed to resemble a snarling face for but a brief moment. It vanished as the smile faded, replaced by a stern look of focus. He had many tasks to tend to, many rites he had to perfect.
He began with summoning the Astartes Warriors he required for the ambush. The Havoc, Biker, and Raptor Champions were all told of the plan forming in Ramiel's mind. Once the initial panic set in, and cultists were well entrenched, he would lead the Raptors into the Southern Hab blocks, killing everyone who bowed to the Imperial Eagle. Afterwards, the Bikers and Havocs would lay down their trap in the aftermath. There were some grunts of irritation. They wanted to see bloodshed now, rather than later.
"I understand your impatience, my brothers," he reassured them. "Nothing would make my blood sing than to see the Imperial Lapdogs killed... but calm yourselves. They will die. See to your tasks. Be swift as Slaanesh allows. Steady your hand with Nurgle's patience. Steel yourselves for Tzeentch's plans. And when the time comes... Let Khorne's rage flow through you. They shall die, indeed." Their complaints, for now, ceased. And with the Gods at their backs, their plans would work.

Tirana nods.
"Yes, there will be enough mortals for you to carelessly run into, now why don't you go over to that Wall and practise?"
With that she turned her attention back at Richard.
"Anyway, I think I have been here before, I am no sure though. But I might have when I was a young child, my family was one that often travelled alot, so I might have met you before..."

IC: "Quite likely," Richard responded as he turned back to Tirana. While he was still attracted to her beauty, he felt a small rise of self control. "I have connections with many important individuals of this world and from neighboring worlds. Our encounter must have been brief considering that I cannot remember when or where. But the name does sound familiar; I just cannot trace it back to who. You must have been child young, a time when your appearance was much different than now." He examines her for a moment. "Come to think of it, you do possess some sort of gift. I can tell." He smirked. "Some psychic power; or perhaps a hidden mutation? Please do tell or show. I am all too curious."
OCC: He does not notice anything specific; he thinks this based off of personal experience.

Tirana smiles
"I am blessed by the great Slaneesh, as I am quite sure you can understand from my apperance"
She shrugs slightly when the big black wings slowly grows back out and becomes fully visible.
"And yes indeed I am a mutant, has been since I was born, though at that time I only had these horns which made my parents to force me to walk around with my head covered. Also I have weak psycic abillities"
She smiles at him, not that concerned over what he knows or not.

IC:
When the wings unfolded, Richard stood back a little as he stared at them amazed. "Magnificent," he said as his smile widened. He very much admired the seductive beauty of her body combined with the great wings that expanded from her back. "You must fill great purpose among the host." His eyes met her once more. "What brought you to these Word Bearers?"

Tirana shrugs slightly
"I am after more souls to offer to Slaneesh. You see"
She lifts her clawed hand
"All that die to these claws lose their souls, the souls themselves is sent to the Dar prince himself, I joined the host cause I didn't want uneccecary fighting when I need fresh victims."
She smiles again, her long red hair flowing slightly behind her
"What is your reason, if I might ask?"

-after Richard said "there will be plenty to test on"-

*Alexander starts laughing joyfully and pats the man on the back, almost knocking him over in the process, but for Alexander it was a light friendly gesture*

"i like that... you didn't lose yourself to fear, most humans would be begging for mercy at this point, ohhh this is a very interesting world indeed! if you survive this, come find me, i might have something for you...."

*and with that he walked off to prepare the brotherhood*

"Luc, we are to ride in the first Landraider, we move after the initial cultist waves get mowed down like cattle, prepare yourselves for astartes though, the rest of the Raven Guard who came with the terminator may arrive soon, a worthy sacrifice indeed...."

Calistian's smile was now completely crazed and all resemblance of Lorgar is gone. "It is a great honor my lord" and with that Calistian walks away to gather his warriors. Seeing Alexander, Tirana and a cultist talking Calistian approaches them. "Hello my name is Calistian Zathos, what is your name cultist? Also i wouldn't touch her the daemon i put in her wouldn't like you touching its plaything".

Tirana mutters something, she seems to feel slighlty embaressed by the fact that she is bound to someone or something, she avoids to look anyone in the eyes as she hears the deamons cruel laugh fills her head.
"Indeed... he put a deamon in me."
She looks up at Calistian and tilts her head
"So what? I am not your servant or anything because of that"
(OOC: I am actually okay with anything that has to do with being such a thing... to be honest I am one of those that accept that RP goes where RP goes. If she ends up getting killed suddenly thanks to it, so long it is RP wise logical, then I accept it)

OOC: she isn't his servant but he can make the daemon hurt her mentally and he can make it keep her close to him
IC: "Not my servant but guest WHORE!" suddenly Calistian's face starts to split and reform "Ulthtan doesn't like you we only keep you close because you know to much Ulthtan would like to send your soul to the four gods as a gift" as Calistian regains composure he is smiling like a maniac "sorry but we sometimes disagree on things"