While Monty stood up, his Hero mate sat down with a face that was slowly shifting from happiness to thought. "You met Gue'la warriors, right? What d'you think are their children like?" She examined her own, from the hair on their heads to their adorable little hooves. There was an undeniable similarity of shape between Gue'la and Tau, but their minds were so utterly apart that even after working with Gue'vesa for a few operations, Se'hen couldn't understand or appreciate the rose-skinned, hand-footed species. ---------------- Nefryr Slowly, and with a measure of caution, the Immortal walked through the library. She'd been prepared to fight on without break, without pause, but apparently, rest was promised by this nestled structure of realities. Nefryr, of course, was familiar with non-euclidean geometry, but to see it outside of her home was... an odd surprise. Slowly, the black skeletal guardian approached the chessboard. "A Lord, awake, in the company of mortals", she spoke through rarely-used outward communicators. "A rare sight." ----------------- Athena @Uriel1339 @TuskatheDaemonKilla @GoreWrencha Sullied with dirt, blood and dust, the armoured Renegade for hire entered this odd pocket-dimension through the bar-door. The sight made her pause. Then, she shouted out her joy. "Euoî! I'm home!" Of course, she'd never been to this place. But to a true mercenary of the Maelstrom, every place that served questionable alcohols was home. The black feather hanging from her ear (an anti-Tzeentchian good luck charm!) fluttering, and the assorted colourful vials and beads attached to chains of her carapace clinking and clanking to produce her own little musical ambience, she rushed to the bar itself. "Serve me something strong re, don't be shy, my tolerance starts where malakas like that girl there drop."
~~ Yriel ~~ @Casavay | @TuskatheDaemonKilla | @GoreWrencha | @Vulpas | @BadDo9 "You want to have a drinking contest?!" The insulted Slaaneshi shrieked. "I have drunk ten bottles of the finest wine in a day and throughout night and woke up with my senses clear! I am a true dedicated individual to the Lord of Excess!" Perhaps it was the fact she insulted her, perhaps it was the fact a rival female has entered the room, trying to take all the handsome men for her... Plans. Perhaps it was because she was a soldier. It mattered little! The challenge was on! "Anyone else who wants to join a game of drinks?!" ~~ Monty ~~ @Casavay | @BadDo9 "I would assume they are raised similar to ours. Less with a 'together we can do anything' attitude, but overall they might get along." Monty smiled at his partner, walking around in circles, pacing, with his child in his arms. "I think they would be much kinder than their grown up counterparts. Hate is taught, not born."
Marcus laughed again this one was definitely not like the witch he knew, she would never be so forward. "Marcus Skyruss, Son of Abraham and Azera Skyruss, Crime Lord of the Black hand." He said mimicking her own introduction. He knew absolutely nothing about what the Emperor's Children were but judging by the woman's outfit and obvious intentions they clearly weren't what they sounded like. "By the way the one I'm thinking about would probably be red as a las bolt if she was caught in what you're wearing so props for bravery. Oh and you're not getting any from me so don't get any ideas." He put the glass to his lips again finishing off his drink having stated his mind. @Casavay Then another Woman came in that looked like the mercenary type albeit somehow a little more ruff around the edges and called the woman next to him something he could assume was an insult. Then Yriel challenged the new arrival to a drinking contest while also stating something that made Marcus grip his glass so hard it began to crack under the pressure of his grip. Lord of Excess? He wasn't exactly an expert on the abominations that dwelled within the warp but he was fairly sure that was a name given to one of the big four bastards. Long story short he had grown to despise everything that came from that pit of untold horror and had the scars to prove he faced off against some of their minions and came out on top. However he was in no position to start a fight without any of his weapons and quite frankly there was a chance he was mistaken. So he just set his glass down on the counter before it broke in his hands and sat back to watch the possible drinking contest between the newcomer merc woman and Yriel.
Athena The Marauder rolled her grey eyes. She stood at the bar, leaning on it, supported by both hands to get a look at what was hiding behind, and only slowly turned her head towards the... person screaming into her ear. Luckily she too had been... touched by the God of sensations inappropriately scaled to the corresponding receptors, and didn't mind as much as the average mortal would have. Her first reflex would've been to deck her in her face, still, hadn't it been for the fact that she was still slowly coming down from her drug buzz. Turning to rest her butt against the counter, and picking at the ear now pointed away from Yriel, Athena shot her an irritated glance. "Look, kid, I'm not your mom, but you look like the nobles who tried to drink real stuff and never left the bar again if you get what I mean re. In a place like this, better watch out who you challenge. And how you shriek about your love for your patron-" She scratched her neck, where her father's Mark had been located - it was a strange phantom pain, popping up whenever someone invoked one of Slaanesh's titles - "makes me cringe. But sure. Let's kill a little girl liver re." She frowned, and added a less than enthusiastic "For Doomrider". ----------------------------------------- "I guess", said Se'hen, not guessing at all. After so many battles, she had more or less thrown in gue'la with ork'la and those Eldar with land ships and black energy weapons (the ones with brightly-coloured energy weapons and tanks were fine by her). Petting her daughter's head, she got up. "Maybe we could find some gue'la children if we look. And were truly interested." She smirked, looking first at her offspring and then at Monty. "I bet ours are better with guns anyway."
~~ Yriel ~~ @TuskatheDaemonKilla | @GoreWrencha | @Vulpas | @BadDo9 | @Casavay "It is not my liver which will die! And pah who needs mothers if you have an Astartes Sorcerer for a Father!" She grins, flashing her teeth and moving over to sit down next to Athena. "Let's see who goes under first." The Sorceress grins and gives the older woman a stroke over her arm with a mischievous grin. ~~ Monty ~~ @BadDo9 | @Casavay "Well let's have a stroll and find out!" Monty announces, setting his son down so he could walk on his own. His children would not be called parent-leeches but instead as their respective own fire warriors! Even if they were a bit too young for the academy just yet.
Athena While she let Yriel stroke her without following on the immediate instinct of breaking her arm, the alchemist's daughter tensed beneath her metal carapace armour, sensitive to the supernatural side of things through her father's teachings. Her soul was already Slaanesh's, and she was twice-damned to be His after death. Athena didn't need a Slaaneshi witch touching her to be reminded of this. "Hold it", she then interjected, more firm and alert than before. "You too were raised by an Astartes? How come?" The former 'Cultist' didn't seem pleased at this, but rather of an agitated if curious disposition, like an Inquisitor finding heretical texts. --------------------------------------------- "Fine by me", Se'hen replied, getting in position to follow the family out and ushering her daughter forward. The commander-in-making took the rear in case she needed to elbow someone in the face.[/QUOTE]
~~ Yriel ~~ Yriel blinked at the woman on that sudden fact, but smiled bright, the sensation of rivals fading away as they have something in common. "I was a regular cultist, having seen the truth of the Corpse-Emperor and eventually a Sorcerer of the Emperor's Children by the name Urtus Velodonus, " She thumbed her staff, once again making her 'father's' presence clear. "spotted me and saw psyker potential within me. He took me in and started to educate me in the ways of the sorcerer aaaand the pleasure in excess. It was first weird to call a lover 'Father', but I got used to it." She shrugged, obviously not embarrassed about it at all. "What about you?" + @BadDo9 OOC: Waiting on GM input now if we find a daycare :3
< @Uriel1339 @Casavay > As the Tau parents and their children would leave that room, they would see a Striking Scorpion, helmet off, walking down the hall. He paused when he saw them, and then smiled. "Ah, hello. My name is Zarim, you must be new." he chuckles a bit. "When you've been here a while, you start to notice new doors." he smiled down at the children. "Were you looking for a daycare or such? If so, I wouldn't mind showing you." < @Uriel1339 @Casavay @TuskatheDaemonKilla @Vulpas > The barkeeper, of the same sort of the other keepers in the place, nodded to all of the ones (Yriel, Athena, Marcus) who hasd decided to join the drink battle. The Space Wolf, who had woken up quickly, roared in laughter and stepped to the bar. "Of course you can count me in!" And at the same time, the Lictor whom Athena had killed uncloaked and stepped forwards, growling out in a hiss. "And.. I.." The keep nodded, and placed a mug of drink in front of each of them. Yriel's was a rainbow, the Russ' son had Ferisian ale, etc. "Each drink is tailored to your tastes, and will affect you all the same amount each mug. Begin." < @GoreWrencha > No one who saw Vitor attempting to break his pinkie would bat an eye, as if it was a normal reaction. The finger would snap and the pain would flare as normal. However, it seemed his natural healing was greatly accelerated, as within a minute the finger was fixed fully < @Casavay > The Necron Lord looked up at the female immortal, and nodded his head. "Rare indeed. Much like you. Sit?" he asked, gesturing to the seat opposite the table. Meanwhile, the Blood Angel walked to a library shelf and looked over the books.
The pain is real. Same with the arena. Real enough to fool mind. So they can and will die. Both here and the arena. But here the healing is faster. 'Safe zone'. Interesting on it's on. The Scout ignores others around him, there was no need to react to the cultists speaking of their gods names. It was already established that fighting had no meaning here. Besides, the friendly chatter between loyal and traitor, man and xeno, the atmosphere of a lounge, absurdity of the whole situation brings memories that do no longer exist to his mind. Images from timeline that seized to be. Feeling of familiarity that shouldn't be. One of the reason he left the Legion. There was too many... inconsistencies. Coincidence? It couldn't be related to him? All of this? He shouldn't have made or left alive enemies to hold grudge this personal. He knows several with capabilities for this, but he isn't their target of hatred. But still. There is always chance that none of the others exist. Doubt everything. Be ready for anything. Survive. "Has anyone ever taken the offer? Walked out of the Door?" Victor asks, nodding towards the Door. Their way out. He pulls out strip of lightly colored mass, with faint fruity smell, from one of the pouches on him and consumes it with chewing motion.
< @GoreWrencha > "A few have, yes." comes the Salamander's voice, who'd not joined into the drinking fight. "No one tries to stop them, it is their choice. For my part, The last thing I remember before I got here.. is my squad's drop pod being ripped apart as it fell. Near no chance to survive that. I wouldn't be surprised if I would go right back there and die should I leave."
