<Entrance> @Vlayden "It is Archon himself who shall judge about the usage of your time and if this will be worth your while," the Drakon answered flatly, "We are yet to see if you are indeed skillful and after all, you are not the only Incubus who we hired today so I'd thread carefully if I were you, so you don't get replaced before even joining the service proper." "Do whatever your kind does. Or go to the bar and get drunk, I care not. The only thing you should care about is being ready once the Archon summons you."
"There is another?" She asked rather swiftly, straightening herself a bit. Seeing that there may have been other Incubi was a slight relief; at least then she knew that she'd have someone to rely on who wouldn't backstab her for a whiff of some form of pleasure toxin.
Seeing the lead kabalite disarmed of his blade and use of his arm brought about a grin, but before he could take advantage of the opening, he saw as a splinter pistol was drawn and fired. A growl of pain escaped Aesra's lips when the shards pierced the side of his hip, as the kabalite drew a bead on his head. Noticing one of the other kabalites brought to it's knees he lashed out towards the downed foe with his whip, dragging the already wounded kabalite into the line of fire from splinter pistol killing him out right. This freed one of the Razorwings to help another of the flock against his foe. Aesra lunged forward with his skyboard in an attempt to ram the troublesome kabalite before he could unleash another torrent from his splinter pistol.
<Entrance> @Vlayden "Yes, there is. I believe he went to the pleasure bar, you can find its location on the holo-slate I gave you. Now stop bothering me, I another newcomer to welcome and my patience is running thin," the Drakon answered, his old eyes brimming with hatred while those Kabalite Warriors behind him raised their rifles and gently signaled Venessia that it was time to leave.
@bossaroo Surion had responded to her conversational partner's curiosity with a "When I find a pillow beneath my posterior, and a liquid to my larynx, I will spin something." And after they had entered the bar, with her finding herself the required luxuries (and also surprised at the relative comfort to be found within these less than luxurious walls), she reclined, a glass of wine in her hand. The drink was more akin to liquid candy, popular with younglings whose guts would dissolve from even a drop of stronger spirits, and to some, the choice of drink would tell a lot about the Eldar consuming it. The first sip was very deep, but it had to be. "Born, from a womb of glass, and cast out into a world of darkness and chains." With the sweeping movements of her silvered arms, it was a wonder the crystal flute spilled not a drop of wine. "Exalted, for my skill among peers. A diamond in the rough." She lowered her voice dramatically. "But the diamond cared not for being cut. What meant appraisal of one not respected by the appraised? Would a diamond fracture light if it wished not so?" Surion paused, and there was a spark of insanity glimmering in her eyes. Suddenly, she lunged forward, jabbing at the man across her with a finger while bringing down the glass hard on the table. "She doesn't!" It was pure luck (and Eldar craftsmanship) that the contained did not burst, though this time, a fair bit of the sweet alcohol leapt over its edge and reddened the argent hand gracefully clutching it. The smith grinned, a streak of dark blond in her face. "She doesn't, and instead, she plants seeds. But. What. If. The. Harvest. Is... Insufficient?" She whispered: "Is it the end?" A break with barely enough time to answer snuck into her telling, as she took another sip to lubricate her tongue. And then, the answer was given anyway. Surion practically shrieked. "Genius never gives up!" A pause for breath. To chuckle. The woman reclined. "Act one, that is."
@Casavay Ave'ras listened to Surion's tale with rapt attention to her tale , a womb of glass a phrase all too familiair , the use of metaphors and diamond example was exquisite , the gesticulations and oration were great and he genuinely smiled at her though the difference inscrutable from his trade-mark smile. Once she had concluded with act one he was about to applaud when he remembered her earlier remarks and his experssion soured in the slightest. "A wonderful story i must say. I feel i should repay it back in kind but i know not which you'd like to hear" as he spoke his eyes travelled across the room taking stock of the lone figure indulging brutishly to a bottle of wine and he shook his head slightly. He looked over to the slaves tied to posts and almost widened the crack in his compsure when he saw what they where doing. "Imbeciles and brutes those fools over there , theres no art in that , no subtle motions , no pleasure to be gained from their minstrations. Might as well give them a butchers blade, they could cause more pain that way" the distatste in his voice showing contrast to his usual tone before he cleared his voice and tapped his chest lightly returning to his usual self
<Thû> Thû turns slowly towards the growl. He feels the hairs on the nape of his neck stand as he realises that, even with his preternatural senses and innate connection to the Beyond, he cannot directly perceive the beast stalking him. Clever boy! His lips part in a broad smile of genuine joy. It has been a long time since he has had a challenge such as this! Just then, the new presence in the chamber makes itself known - or had he been standing there unnoticed the whole time? Such danger! Such uncertainty! Such fun! "A mark of discerning and worldly tastes, to be sure, Lord." Rolling smoothly with the metaphorical blows, Thû whips a billowing set of midnight blue robes from a battered leather pack and dons them with a theatrical swirl. An ivory masque in the likeness of a stylised, elongated Eldar skull - featureless save for eyeholes - slips in place over his face. Stepping fully out of the shadows, he sketches a courtly bow to the true Red Lord, and stands upright to proclaim himself. "Lord Zar'uil of the Crimson Moon, I presume?" he adds, his speech and mannerisms now those of a stage actor (having learned a thing or two from running with a Harlequin troupe for a while - theatricality could be such a useful tool) addressing a courtly audience in a private viewing. "You have summoned Thû, and so Thû attends. How may he assist?" he continues, speaking mellifluously in dramatic third person."
@bossaroo Contortion was necessary for the smith to see said amateur torturers. As she watched, the Eldar more and more realised that she had no objections to their technique. Nevertheless, Surion put on a displeased frown when she twist back into a more humanly possible seating position, and pulled her legs up onto her chair, tailor-style. "Lack of practice I say", she indeed said. "A waste of flesh and time. I concur, they could be doing better." For once, she set down her drink, leaning forward to reach the table form her new position. Her index finger was brought to her chin as she slid into an even more casual (and comfortable) slouch, the other arm hanging over the chair's backrest. "Pray then, what is your favourite tale to tell? No point in listening to a story with an uninterested teller."
@Casavay Ave'ras smiled " well my favorite tale isnt appropriate for such a venue so pardon me if i do not speak it but i hope my second favorite will suffice" he stretched in his seat before beginning his story "we had just arrived on the world the engines if the venows ferrying us onwards to our destinations faster than death in the night and reavers on their jet-bikes screeching ahead. The trees were livley and so luciously green our haemonculus was so eager to see them wither her excitement was almost humorous " he dmiles lightly remembering " oh what a day to have my first raid into realspace such a wondrous experience . Aerith was there alongside me as the venom began to slow and we leaped from it to the forest ground below our syrabite looking ever so majestic as he did and the haemonculus scurried off to find our archon, seeing as we saw her naught afterwards i doubt she made it" he shakes his head what may have been a frown attempting to draw itself across his face. " we hadnt continued far when we saw them, the back water exodites so deluded one of our fellows almost collapsed with laughter . That was until he collapsed from a lance to his chest , well collapse isnt the best phrase really, more like driven threw by exodite on beast back . And what a fine specimen it was ,strong , majestic , and proud." His face seems lost for a moment in the memory as he smiles before coming back to himself "the rider i mean the beast itself was disgusting pile of scales and tendons or some other sort. We would've riddled both rider and beast with splinters in seconds had not the rider's associates arrived , and from the sounds we werent alone in our ambushed state. Oh how glorious it was the screeching of the beasts as splinters riddled their hide and they sent their riders tumbling off into our waiting blades " he shuddered obviously pleased with the memory " the look of relief as i pulled an allies blade from her side and pressured the wound , confused but she did not strike me the foolish girl. The look of terror as i plucked the soul storm from her armor and delved my hand so deep into the wound i felt her pulse on my elbow , truly delectable" he drummed his fingers as he remembered it all "The leader of their group had stood tall as his riders were felled , i presume he had som satisfaction is driving his lance through my fellow warriors our sybarite included. Soon all but he had been killed but he fought on , valiant one might say as he fought on until only Aerith and myself left. I took the greatest satisfaction in driving a splinter into his beasts eye toppling him from his beast . A second splinter into his knee and he was ours, mine. The raid was over soon afterwards and i managed to keep the rider oh how full of spite and spirit." Ave'ras hummed quite pleased "but alsa that is for another story, my personal favorite" he chuckled as he brought his story to a close still in the memories
From the shadows of a ally way came a hum and the sounds of foot steps could be heard as a tall figure that appeared to be at the moment hunched over finally made itself known the figure a Haemonoculus of the name Yrara had been watching others that had been invited to attend this business opportunity. Yrara had been watching those possible, Patients, temporary allies, victims and experiments all enter the Crimson moons fortress and now he decided it was his time. Coming out of the ally way into full view the Haemonoculus walked to the entrance with a twisted grin across his face, armor and operating equipment all cleaned and ready for another operation, while his own weapons where holstered and at his belt, His own thoughts and ideas were already going through Yrara's mind on how to improve those he saw going into the fortress and those that were already among the guards, ways to improve them, change them, modify them for fun, effectiveness, and of course to see how well it would go even a artisan was amoung them joining it seemed it would be interesting to get new tools of the trade and new parts of his experiments and operations. As he finally reached the main guard he looked to him and smiled. "Yrara, Haemonoculus I am here responding to the invitation sent to me." Yrara said as he took out his own invitation for the guards to see.
