Watching the scene as it played out Felana began wondering more and more and more who this master of the since this man was likely not it deciding it was a good idea to speak Felana decided to ask. "So who is the Lord of this ship and crew and when will we be meeting him to discus joining his crew?" Felana asked appearing at the side of Eva.
Marius smiled at Felena, "Ah, the inevitable question that stems from uncertainty. This ship is The Third Circle, and it is a Slaughter class cruiser. Quick and agile, she shall get us to where we need to go. Now, your second question is something I dare not answer as it is not my place. The Lord of this ship shall finish up with his business soon enough, and I am sure he will be ever so delighted to meet each of you, personally."
@matt23 Tyresius merely watched the strange man be denied his attempt at physical contact with the naive girl by a woman named vilanica. The way these slaanesh worshipers acted was strange to him. It mattered little to him who was commanding the ship, be it a foaming berzerker of khorne, a slaaneshi narcissist, or a scheming tzeentchian. As long as he could get transport off this station, he did not care who ran the ship.
@matt23 Malrak laughed, this man knew what he was talking about. "Excellent point." His eyes narrowed and he laughed for a few seconds more before grabbing a hold of himself and regaining his composure. After the man answered one of the armored women's question Malrak spoke up. "Then I suppose we have waiting to do." He said plainly as he used a bit of his power to seat himself seemingly on thin air with his legs criss crossed. His robes still hung to the floor but someone facing him could indeed see that he was floating in mid air. It was a simple parlor trick that required very little concentration on his part and served no purpose other than to give his legs some rest and to finally make it plain and clear he is a psyker.
Personally? That word stuck out to Felana, would the lord be meeting them each individually or all at once, he would likely have his guards but she wondered why the Lord of the ship would go to the trouble of personally meeting them, Maybe for quality control? Though he could send one of his trusted to scope out poetinal recruits but then maybe the lord was that kind of person. Then there was the name of the ship if what she picked up from her journey across space a ship got its name before its first journey, she wondered why it was called The Third Circle and if there were any other ships like her. Though now back to the situation at hand. "So Marius what is your Job as advisor of the ship?" Felana asked deciding to try to make small talk.
Marius shook his head, "I do not control anything about this ship, be it when to fire a weapon or what direction to travel. The Lord makes those decisions, and I merely advise him with the knowledge I have, only when he would ask of my opinion."
@matt23 Lurielle sighed in relief and her whole body relaxed, glad to not have made fun of herself or such in front of such important individual. Apparently he is not the leader, but the advisor is at least as important as the man he advised. So much she remembered from her time amongst the Tau. Though she gasped and stepped back a bit when a sudden whip came up, her reflexes having thought it was aimed at her. Though it was the man trying to touch her. Surely something that should be a private area. A hug, or kiss on the hand or so is fine, but touching one's face? No, that was off-limits. And luckily the Wych intervened. Without making it obvious she gave her a thankful look, saving it in the back of her mind to thank her personally properly later on. "Well Marius, thank you for your kind comments. I am certain you are an important asset on the Third Circle and I surely won't disappoint you, nor your master." She winked just to be a tad of a tease, nothing wrong about that - keeping the flame simmer! @TuskatheDaemonKilla "Woah! You can levitate. Now that looks like a fun thing to do! Though then again the Tau can do that, too with their Battlesuits... But still, that looks like a neat party trick." She elbowed the floating not-Kroot-man playfully as he got close enough. @Maleth Lurielle slightly leaned into the Dark Eldar next to her, whispering. "Now I really wish you to be my room mate... I mean I don't mind being attracted to... But that was cree-ee-py. Also I wouldn't drink that... Who knows if there aren't drugs in there... Or something."
@Uriel1339 "Taunting a Slaaneshi is unwise Lurielle. I might be liable to stab you in your sleep or abandon you to die on the battlefield but this one is liable to do many horrible things to you in life and death." Malrak said to the woman from his floating position with his right elbow on his right knee and clawed gauntlet resting against the cheek of his helmet. "And do not take the power of the warp lightly what I do now is to simply rest my feet while we wait I can do far greater things than this. Also what in the name of the Dark gods is a Tau and why haven't I ever heard of them?" He said letting his frustration slip through. He couldn't help it, he hated being left out on information those around him knew.
A sickly looking creature approached all of the ones who talked too much or at least too fast for him to keep up. As he got closer and closer the thing took more form of a human, barley but something that had two legs, arms, a misconstrued body, and even a more terrible looking face. It barley looked alive, but it walked with a rifle slung on one of its foul shoulders. If you could even call it that, more like a zombie shuffle. Finally it pressed upon the talking group. He heard about the offer to the slaves here, but he wasn't really one. Non dared to even get within five feet of this creature by choice, so he was just a wondering vagabond for most of his time at the Hole. He didn't hear the original offer, only his last pray giving the information, pleading for life in exchange for information...right before being consumed by the Nurglite. Enyo found this a perfect opportunity to spread filth and leave this desecrated station. Not due to its immense poverty, slave labor, or terrible living conditions, but more of the fact that he was bored most of his life here. Now within in ear shot, the monster spoke to the others. It was hardly audible and barley gothic for that matter. The constant wheez that presented itself and his deep pitch making it hard to decipher unless one wanted to listen. "I was told... this ship was taking the, uhh..."Slaves" out of this station for some kind of work...am I in the wrong bay?" It didn't present a name, but several carvings in his chest spelled the word "Enyo". Most of been something important to have on ones body like that.
Even advisors have experience to get there status and commendation likely best to stay on his good side. Felana decided. Looking back hearing about a levitating man seeing the one called Malrak levitate. Already another bad memory of another bad experience with them coming up causaing to flinch a bit under her helmet. Looking over to the dark eldar called Vilanica she decided to ask what she did. "So Miss Vilancia it seems you are skilled in the whip. I assume its served you well through your life so.. what do you so amongst the ships crew?" Felana decided to ask looking to the dark eldar. Hearing the wheezing and another sensor in her helmet going off and thee voice of the person she could only assume it was someone similair to there plague marine. Causing her to glance back to confirm her suscpisions. "What the?! Are you a talking zed?" Felana looked back wondering how he was doing that she had encountered plague zombies before but not one like this. Maybe he was like there plague marine and kept alive by nurgle she turned her head back to the dark eldar vilanica to continue there conversation.
