Mayron burst into manic laughter. He turned the muzzle towards the berzerker and kept on unleashing the torrent of murderous noise. "SCREAM TO BE HEARD , SCUM!" OOC: edited , because the khornate wants to die.
ooc: sorry no , i errased my post and changed it , as you willed. I wont be going back and forth. Each one is responsible for his actions. Go back , read it as i edited and respond apropriately.
(insert death scene. Will flush out later, busy right now. I'll jump in with another character at the next mission. Deleted ooc stuff as well.)
OOC: You can join right away tbh. Considering we are not even a full squad yet and that your previous character died , its only reasonable to have another guy jump in and join us. I think you should go ahead and post a new one right away. IC: Mayron felt an orgasmic wave of electicity run through his body. The Berzerker admirably managed to walk almost in melee range but still , no living thing could survive a blastmaster's wail in such close proximity. The ceramite of his armor started to crack and oozy blood bled down through his vox grill. Finally , the berzerker fell to his knees , his body ravaged by muscle spasms as his nerves started to burst. Mayron hoped for more screaming but still , he was ecstatic. The death of a khornate in the end of his melody was trully a feat of art. Mayron imagined the eye of Slaanesh taking a glimpse at him and became even more arroused. He finally pulled his finger from the trigger. It wasnt an easy thing to do but still , there was not much to gain from killing each other here. Khornates excluded ofcourse. Mayron took a deep breath from his helmet's grill and clawed to his drug pack. He picked a fourth syringe and injected the ominous cargo in his wrist slit. Then he walked towards the seat that was positioned further from anyone else in the room and sat. "Little things make the difference." He said while looking at Udian. His voice was loud enough to be coming from alarm claxons. Mayron started to cackle maniacally.
"Like a frag grenade in your face." Udius smirked beneath his helmet, attaching it back to his waiste and putting a hand on his shoulder. "You are quite an efficient killer, even though I disagree on your choice of a so called 'deity', you should be quite an effective tool in making the mission a success, therefor I will attempt to not make you angry except it benefits the mission - as the Codex Astartes states, the Mission comes first." The Son of Guilliman relaxed somewhat, at least one of the more annoying heretics died. Though he would keep in mind of what that asshole of a Slaaneshi did.
Mayron was still in a mild state of ecstasy and didnt really notice what the other renegade said. He just kept on laughing.
Entering the room just in time to see the berserker die, Alviss immediately begins studying the effects of the sonic weapon on the body. Scanning the corpse, his bionic eye shines with the colors of madness as it captures several pictures for further study. His face was covered in old burn scars and hairless, except for the pathetic and scraggly remains of a once glorious beard. Cutting samples of flesh, his servo-arms arms ripple with corruption and ooze oily black ichor. Turning to the Noise Marine he asks him. "Impressive work, I assume your weapon works through the fifth principle of sonic reverberation?" Without waiting for an answer he continues. "Irrelevant, there will be time for that later. I thank you for the flesh samples, a study of the effects of Khornate mutation will be most illuminating."
Mayron's laugh was slowly dieing out. The orgasm was sadly over. They lasted less and less as time passed by. A single victim was hardly enough anymore. Only a true battlefield could stimulate his obsession. Mayron felt bitterness in his mouth , disapointed of how swift it was. What a torture indeed. To feel such pleasure and yet for it to be so fleeting. He looked at the newly arrived warpsmith. He was ugly. "Why are you whispering , wolf? I cannot hear you if you talk so low. You want to learn about sonic weaponry?"
Orghast rattled and swayed as the weapon fired and his entire body shimmered spraying thick globs of diseased pus everywhere and his cloud of flies turned into a black carpet on the floor. Internal damage would certainly be extreme on the Plague marine but it mattered very little considering his body was for most intents and purposes dead and acting as an powerful armored shell for the follower of Nurgle's soul. "One dead already and we haven't even seen the faces of the loyalist. " He wheezed a moment, head tipping back as his blood frothed in his mouth like a plugged up fountain before eventually sliding back down. Maggots began to crawl his folds of rotting flesh and burst from bloated organs exposed through his sagging stomach, in short order they began hatching to breed a new cloud of flies.
