"Could be." Victor comments, taking out the chewing gum to gulp down a sip from the tankard. "How many rounds you have done? On the arena?"
< @GoreWrencha > "I've been in.. five, I do believe. Time has lost meaning here, though. True conflict doesn't exist. It is almost as if all are revered here. Respected, loved even." the Salamander shrugs. "There are secrets here. Not that are hidden from us by others.. but some to find ourselves."
"I understand that this lounge, building, space shapes after your needs, desires? Rooms, doors, hallways appear as you need them?" He pulls another strip of gum.
< @GoreWrencha > He shakes his head. "Not entirely. This.. palace, as they call it, is constant. But rooms that new fighters desire do appear. And you always seem to walk where you wish to end up, without worrying about twists and turns." he pauses, and holds out a hand. "Share a strip?"
Athena Athena Dionys wasn't one to share her life's story. It was intimate, dear to her, and probably the only thing that she could say was truly hers and not some perverse gift or mouse-trap-cheese substitute in some manner of silly Astartes plan. And so, after the initial shock wore off, she didn't. She grabbed a glass full of something that looked - and more importantly, smelled - just like the rotten fruit juice her father'd been fond of, and she too had taken to drinking in his memory. He'd kept a stash that lasted Athena until long after his demise, yes, and she knew that, for exorbitant prices, you could find it in space, but to see it here? The gently wavering red liquid captivated her for a second. After a bit of silence, she had a change of heart. "Urtus Velodonus, hm? Never heard of the guy, so I guess he's not a Maelstrom regular." She ignored the implications of incest. If that bothered her these days, she'd never get anywhere. "Saraph Midas. I wasn't even a cultist. Just a kid. He saw something in me, I don't know what. Told me he was looking for love, real love. Raised me, brought me everywhere, taught me everything." Dionys emptied her glass in one drawn-out sip. Midas would probably have frowned at her for that. 'This is not how you drink wine, Athena. How come that a man such as I raise you, and you turn out such a prole?'. "Not everything, I guess... He probably qualified as a Sorcerer. I don't. But it's different from yours. He was my father, genuinely. Still is, I suppose. Just dead, ouai." "Ai, barman, give me another." ---------------------------- Nefryr After a nanosecond of neurons firing and consideration, the Immortal sat down, somewhat surprised at the chair holding her weight. She could not tear her figurative eyes from the Astartes nonchalantly walking through the library. In a bit of an atavism, her hands clenched, nervous for lack of a weapon. Nevertheless, she regarded the Lord with respect in her speech. "What is this place? I should be back in the tombs of Maynarkh, watching over the sleeping flayers. Yet we communicate. All is tainted by life."
~~ Yriel ~~ @BadDo9 | @Casavay | @TuskatheDaemonKilla (?) Yriel drank her beverage immediately, in one big gulp followed by no other emotion. No relief, no nothing. She was in it to win it, not to enjoy her drinks! She simply pushed the glass back to the barkeeper, letting him do the refill. "No. We wandered the Eye." Yriel said with a smile to her new drinking buddy. "Never heard of a Saraph Midas, only Seraphim, the Angels of the Emperor, bla bla, holy flames, bla bla, jump packs and so on." She shrugged with a soft chuckle. "Well for me he was a father since I didn't had one, I was an orphan child, making trouble until the cult took me in. I call him only father because he gave me purpose and power, as well as introduced me to Mother Slaanesh." She shrugged. "In the end, it seems you have lost your father, while I am lucky enough to travel with mine and let him see my every deed. You see... He was challenging a daemon and his physical body died in the conflict, but before the daemon could claim his soul, he imbued himself in his very own staff, the same I wield now." She thumbed it - again. Her father wanted attention after all, and she wouldn't deny him. ~~ Monty ~~ @BadDo9 | @Casavay "An Eldar! We were just talking about your kin... As for a daycare, yes... Somewhat. We just know that children should be amongst children. If you could lead us, that would be very appreciated." Monty said with an inclination of his head. The Tau was cautious but gave him the benefit of the doubt, for now. Where Se'hen was paranoid, he was ... Open to new paths.
"Sorry, last one. Unless this place replenishes your consumables as well." Victor jokes and raises from the stool. So it guides you? Or shapes itself before you. Is it 'where you wish to be' or 'you wish to be there'? Free will is very flexible concept. And it's never that simple. I can't just walk forward, thinking about facing my captors. With good luck I'm lead astray or in circles. Seeing that they can fish your desire inside your head, fighting against this realm leads to punishment or rejection. It should. They wouldn't allow us to wander freely. Test is little by little. I want to go to the lounge. Simple thought, wish. Move forward, see how it will circle you back. As he begins move towards first hallway leading away from the lounge while wanting to arrive at there, he overhears the drinking party. A daemonic weapon? Interesting. Both as object of enemy artifact and as do the captors allow presence of daemonic weapon in here? It could prove to be rather interesting tool. If it is a real daemonic weapon, not illusion of her mind. Or mine.
It was at this point Marcus had absolutely no doubt in his mind he was in the midst of heretics especially since the one name Yriel straight up just named one of the gods. "Annnd that's when I get up." He said getting up from the bar no longer wanting to be in the same room as the heretics. His friend had told him about their type and quite frankly he will avoid them like the plague at this point. The abominations are bad enough but the people that worship them are just as bad. He exited the bar quickly enough even though he had no clue where he was going.
Athena While the witch talked, the warrior inclined her empty glass towards the barman, she too indicating a desire for a refill. There was no buzz yet, neither pleasant nor unpleasant. Only the residual taste of the vine on her tongue. With a bit of agitation, she replied to Yriel, "He is my father because he raised me from childhood, and nothing less re. Not because it's convenient to do so. We lived, travelled, and fought together for many years, and I am happy that he passed in battle instead of... whatever happend to yours." He was also responsible for one of her two soul-debts, but she didn't regard that as something worth celebrating. "It wasn't about pleasing a master, malakas. Where's my wine?!" ------------------------------------------------------------------ The Lightning Flash eyed the Eldar warrior warily. Sure, they could be negotiated with, but that didn't mean they were too trustworthy. Her muscles tensed as she stood up straight and immediately moved in front of her children. She spoke not, but she watched intently.
~~ Yriel ~~ @Casavay "Well he taught me everything I know... After he got rid of my old memories... Soooo he kind of raised me from my childhood, too ... In some weird way. As for his fate. Well, only until I find a way to free him!" Yriel said cheerfully with a wide smile. "But hey, let's drink on behalf of our fallen fathers, yes?!" OOC: I love how our daddy-issues totally come through our female characters
