"Do I have to stand for the whole thing?"
She don't look at him, her voice almost a whisper. Her head hanging a bit as she is in a quite " dark" mood.

OOC: Well yeak Victus worships Slaanrsh not only in the form of a godess of lust and desires as most, but also (mostly, some could even say) as a godess of love (it's a well-forgotten facet of her). That explains his soft spot for mortals. He really cares for them, and doesn't use them as simple pawns like most.

"Silence, sculptor. Do you not see you have done enough damage to her already?"

It was nothing more but a whisper. Silent, yet also crystal clear. Victus had stood up, looking at the sculptor.

"You know nothing of me. Nothing. You think I ships my underlings around like pawns? You thing I care nothing for their lives!?"

Victus' tone became increasingly threatening. It was the first time he had felt anger again in ages, he realized. Perhaps it was Jiragya's Red Gold. He liked her. That Vanilis acted like he didn't only roused him more.

"Tell me. Tell. Me. Do you have any idea where I get my cultists from? I freed them. I freed them from opression. I showed them the primodial thruth and gave them a new, blissful life."

He paused, his eyes blazing with cold fury.

"I freed them from the Imperium I helped create. There is a reason I do not call myself an Emperor's Child here. Because I now loathe what I have helped build. By Slaanesh, I will help tearing it down again. I, Victus, will atone for my sins. For I have become an Angel of Exess, an Herald of my true mistress, the Princess of Pleasure, Slaanesh. I will gift the denizenz of the mortal universe with the true pleasure that is denied from them."

"So do not accuse me of such disdain, sculptor. You know nothing of me, nor did you know anything about my goals until now. Now, I only ask you one thing...Apologize..."

During this last scentence, Victus' tone went back to his regular, honeyed one, as the rare moment of anger ebbed away as quickly as it had boiled up.

"Sigvald, I did not lie when I said there are strange factors. I was merely joking that Gak had brought it along, but I was quite serous. My retinue has detected a Psyker trying to communicate with someone in this area." Aradax said as he held a finger in his ear.

He pointed at the only party member leaning on a nearby wall. "He is here to deny any, accidental Psychic attacks from being used, but he has only detected these messages. I am not sure if this is your doing or not. Just thought you would like to be aware."

Jiragya looks at Victus. Her white eyes looking at him, and even trough her "perfect" face it would be clear that she is a sad.
"I... I, ehm."
She clears her throat. She don't know how to react. She don't know what to belive. She strokes her hand over her side, knowing that just underneath her armor is her sickening, thin and disgusting body. A vile joke of a human life.

"YOU HAVE NOTHING BUT A SILVER TONGUE, ASTARTES!" Vanilus roared angry. "You are night righteous, you just want to use her drugs to claim control, perhaps even backstab Sigvald! You hide your true face like a Tzeentchian. You seek power, nothing more, nothing less. Whereas we mortals struggle for surviving! And there is nothing to apologize for. I am honest and upfront to Jiragya. Something you are incapable of. She does not need false hope like the Lapdogs of the Emperor need. She has to confront her problems and overcome them. You have been given all your power. You have ascended to your immortal form."

Vanilus approached the Astartes. "Whereas we learn and get better by our efforts. You simply are an Astartes, stuffed with a secondary heart, multi-lungs, enhanced senses and all that. We have, what we are capable off. So don't you dare telling me any off your fraking lies." He crossed his arms, looking puny, little and weak in comparison, yet having easily the guts to speak up to him. After all, he was the head cultist of Sigvald and he did not get there simply by making pretty miniatures and paintings.

Jiragya looks at the two. She don't understand how all of this could come from her of all people. Her syringe hand click together. Her glove lenching slightly. She sighes
" can you two stop it? It is not helping that you two are bickering."
She sinks down on the sofa again, eating another of the fruits, a purple banana shaped fruitwith the konsistency of a mango.

He stopped eating for a moment, pausing "...It's not, there's dozens of things that could be causing that on a Chaos battle barge, but it's curious all the same...perhaps I should look into it."

"Not to make any accusations, but your human counterparts left the dining area around the same time the first and second messages were sent. Coincident? Or maybe not..." Ardax said as he laid out his handgun on the table. "Maybe we should both look into it. I do say Sigvald, your ship has so much entertainment!" Aradax squealed as he fit his Skull helm.

Nero left Gak to his grumblings. The Astartes was fine, awake and for the most part in tact. As unfortunate as it could be, it would have been interesting to have put him into a hellbrute, intern him for the rest of eternity inside that flesh and metal cage denying him the pleasure of ever seeing or feeling the gore drip from his weapons with his own eyes, to smell the burned ozone of battle. He quivered for a moment, the idea was exquisite to him, denial of everything a man loved only to do it day in and day out for the rest of its long miserable existence, driving him mad, or in Gak's case madder.

He made his way back to the Dining hall as Aradax was yelling something, babbling about psykers and nonsense. It was a ship filled with demi gods, did he not expect there to be a psychic presence? Warp knows, even the statues are filled with a resonance here.