<BAR> ( @Casavay @Uriel1339 ) The barkeep would give each of the girls another mug of their drink once one was drained. He would also be witness to everything they say and do, although he didn't seem inclined to do anything about it ( @Vulpas ) -still waiting for interactions from here- <ELSEWHERE> < @TuskatheDaemonKilla > As Marcus trudged around without an idea of where he wanted to end up, he would end up in a smaller room, something akin to a small bunk room, where Malrak had ended up. < @GoreWrencha ( @TuskatheDaemonKilla if he desires to play Urkrag) > The two Orks would awaken in a place that would be perfactly reconizable to Urkrag, plus a single addition. Where Urkrag had a 'clinic' and very very many preserved corpses of all kinds, the Mek would have an 'orkshop filled with all kinds of junks and metals. < @GoreWrencha > The path was simple. Victor would come to a T intersection, which would lead then to a pair of Corners no matter which way he walked, that would lead him back to the area near the lounge. < @Casavay > "This place? A haven for those about to die, from those times which they do." Said the lord, looking over Nefryr. "More than most of the mortals have learned. They have different ways of learning that we." he shrugged. "And yet I know less than a quarter of the secrets here. This game-" he references the chessboard "Is it one you enjoy?" < @Uriel1339 @Casavay > Zarim simply nodded. "I was about to go check on my own progeny, so I would be glad to show you!" the Scorpion nodded and walked them through the halls to a daycare. There were children of most every race in a building staffed by the keepers. There were toys, food, and an obstacle gym.
Well, that wasn't surprising. Victor thinks and returns to his seat. Reaching under the stool he finds the piece of gum he stuck there. The room didn't reset when I left. This reality isn't dependent of my observation or they have enough power to render it even when I'm not there. Meaning these people are real, rather than my illusion. At least some of them. "Say, been here longer, what all sort of rooms have you encountered?" He asks of the Astartes who interacted with him earlier. "It's not like they give us access to shooting ranges or armories, do they?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Mek had the rules explained to it. The Mek isn't allowing others to say what it can do and what it can't do. So while Gorewrencha is actively ignoring and, or, forgetting the rules already, he focuses on the pile of scrap and bitz laying around. It wasn't his workshop, but what defines a workshop? It's just a place with amply supply of bitz and tools to build stuff from it. No need to get so attached of terms 'my', 'mine' or 'someone else's'. A quick coat of paint will fix it fast. But there was other thing that bothered him more. "Oi, wut happen'd?" There is cloud of confusion on his mind. There wasn't a proper conclusion to the talk they had. What happened at closing arguments? Who follows who? Why there isn't any grots around?
~~ Yriel ~~ @BadDo9 | @Casavay | @Vulpas "You know.... You are alright, gal!" Yriel grinned wide, emptying the second glass in one big gulp, offering her free hand for a handshake afterwards. "But if we meet in the arena, I won't hold back!" She chuckles, before actually turning with interest to the bartender. "Yo, keep! Anyway we can actually take a look at the groupings?!" ~~ Monty ~~ @BadDo9 | @Casavay Monty's eyes widened a bit - in joy and shock alike. His son immediately running off to some young Vespid, knowing them and so it would make sense for him to want to play with him. Their daughter was much more shy though. "I think she needs a little push to play with the other kids, Darlingsun." The Fire Warrior smiled at his beloved, looking over the room. "It seems a good place for children, this place certainly is weird. But I won't argue with it as long as my family is safe and happy." He said to Zarim.
Athena The gesture was only met with a sceptical, grey stare. "I don't shake with Slaaneshi re. Can never know where their hands've been. I would know", the Doomrider adherent told the Sorceress. Regardless, she rose her refilled wine glass. "To Astartes fathers." --------------------------------- Nefryr "I had little chance to play, being concerned with watching Maynarkh's... afflicted", Nefryr replied, quickly analysing the board and its pieces. It was simple, standard. But well-crafted nonetheless. "Regrettably, my mind is more limited than yours. It is currently set on your explanation of this place. A purgatory, so to speak? A place to pass the time before passing on? That would mean I have died." A warrior for many eons, the woman was not surprised at the fact - merely at how the afterlife presented itself. ------------------------------ Still a sceptic, Se'hen was more apprehensive to embrace this place than her mate. It seemed so dissimilar to how their children were educated back home. What if they were irreversibly tainted by this place? "I'm not sure whether I want her so close to all these other, foreign creatures", Se'hen noted. She would give Gue'vesa her trust, Vespids and Kroot; Demiurg, and all their other beloved allies. But these were not integrated in the Tau faith. They could be hostile. "Why don't you go to the nice... pink children over there", the Hero told her daughter, and shoved her slightly, but equally as unwillingly as the girl herself, into that direction. "I bet they don't have poisonous fangs."
Marcus walked into the small room to find another man sitting on the bed in a strange looking suit of armor with his face covered by an elaborately decorated helmet. "The hell are you supposed to be?" He asked raising an eyebrow. The armored man looked up at him, the small flames in the helmet's eye sockets flickering. "Is this some sort of trick?" The Armored man said in a surprisingly similar voice to his own. The two stared at each other for a few seconds not wanting to leave an opening for the other in such a confined area. Marcus himself was just plain confused about what was going on right now and evidentially the same could be said for the man sitting on the bed. Malrak looked at the strange man dressed in stranger looking armor completely confused. The man's face was almost a complete copy of his own albeit clean shaven and he appeared older than him. What's he a replicae of himself given accelerated aging? No, no Felana had said cloning a psyker was all but impossible and doomed to failure. Then again she had tried the impossible anyways before but he could sense no psychic power in the man. Letting curiosity guide him he decided to speak again. "Brother?" He said curiously he had no knowledge of his family since his being taken by the blackships but the older man's resemblance to himself was far too refined to be the work of a fleshcrafter. "What?" Marcus said as the other man said something that made his blood freeze. 'Brother... did he just call me brother?' He thought to himself as he found his fists clenching and teeth gritting. He did he just called him brother, he wasn't sure whether to punch the man in the face or test him to be sure. No there's no way his little brother would be in a place like this dressed like that, he was a sanctioned psyker in the guard defending humanity from the likes of those in the bar. Not whatever this stranger was but his voice sounded like his. Throne they sounded alike, he sat down on the bed next to him and looked into the flames that supposedly were in front of his eyes and sighed. 'Only one way to be sure.' He thought to himself. "Malrak?" He asked nervously. Throne please let it not be him. Malta blinked when the man said his name. "Yes that is my name." He said awkwardly as he then reached to his helmet and removed it showing the man his face. The other man was rendered speechless and his eyes teared up. "Oh frack me." The other man said as the then leaned over and wrapped his arms around him. "After over two fracking decades I find you in a place like this." He said holding back tears. Malrak still confused stayed motionless in the older man's arms unsure on how to react to finding an older brother he didn't know existed.
"Alright then fellow legionnaires have you ever had a Chemosine punch there was a few attempts to make something as strong as Fenrisian ale, combining chemosine wine and some exotic fruits added in a attempt to make something as potent as fenrisian ale?" Theo asked as he sat down.
