"You and Fulgrim have nothing in common, to even dare yourself compare to a Daemon Prince is more arrogance than that of an Eldar, and lying like one you do too, I am done with this!" He growled and pushed his sculpture in works to the side, causing it to shatter all over the ground before marching out.

"Do whatever you two want to, but do it outside of my workshop!" Vanilus yelled, stomp-marching out....

~~ Couple of minutes later ~~

Vanilus finally found Sigvald, still dressed in his work clothes he addressed the mighty Slaaneshian Sorcerer. "Who is that Victus fool that he dares to ruin my work and manipulate potential cultists to his own fraking needs?!" He demanded to know, his visage expressing the pure hatred he felt right now, he also wouldn't be so upset and talk like that to Sigvald in any other given scenario. But that Astartes having pushed a button too much as it seemed.

@Darthy

Victus let out a loud sigh.

"So quick to anger, it seems. And so careless as well..."

Victus growled, looking at the shattered scultpture.

"Such a waste of potential..."

He streched out his hands, and pink whisps of eregy sparted to surround him, before floating gently to the pieces of the statute. They merged with it, as the peices glowed and put themselves back together.

"That's better. I hope Vanilus doesn't mind."

"Of course he does." he thought to himself.

"Now, where were we. Ah, yes. The sculptor just stormed out of the room, destroyed his precious stature as he went. I repaired it and how he is trying to slander my name to one one my closest colleagues...And my old friend..."

A wide grin appeared on his face as, rather than following the head cultist to engage in discution again, he simlply sat down. Entering a state of meditation, he let his mind become one with the immaterium, as he focussed his thoughts on Vanilus, ready to follow the surely entertaining dialogue that was to follow. From apart, as he liked best.

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OOC: It like the way this is going to.

Jiargya looks on the now put together sculpture. She sighes and curles up again. She leans her head against her knees and hugs her knees slighlty
"I... made him angry. Why am I never capable of keeping anyone that likes or trust me?"
She sighes as she sniffs a bit, clearly depressed

Victus kept his eyes closed, unmoved, hough he clearly heard her.

"If your wish is to love someone and receive love in return, you will and you shall. Do not believe Vanilus'...rabble. You have have heard him himself: He stated he is here to sculpt, not to love. His hates the "sins" of the flesh. As if these are sins in the first place."

Victus' face was full of disdain for the sculptor.

"They are true desires bron from love. Born from the love Slaanesh blesses us with. Slaanesh, for all intents and purposes, is not only a godess of lust, she is also a godess of love. Trust in Slaanesh like I have done and follow her path. Not with your eyes closed, but with conscious, open eyes, so you can fully sense it. She is the true path. You have made the right choice, like so many who have opened their eyes."

Sigvald blinked a bit, looking at Vanilus "Victus? he was our emissary from the Angels of Ecstesy." he stood up from the table "I'm taking it that this explains the psychic manipulation at play, so....what happened?" he tilted his head, any other Chaos Lord might of taken the Cultists head from his shoulders just for raising his voice, but Sigvald had a code of conduct...even if it wasn't one he always liked.

Jiragya stands from the couch. She walks down to the astartes as she touches the sculpture walking past. She looks at the astartes closely, her perfect face just a mere inches from him. She can see his whole perfection.
"My lord... May I ask, what do you really think of me? Don't leave out a single detail if you please could avoid to"
She sits down on her knees infront of him. Looking at him with her white eyes. The creepy Orbs clearly focused on him.

Aradax packed his HotShot Pistol, and revved his Chainsword. His smile not noticeable due to his helmet, he yelled out in excitement "Witch Hunt!". Finally something other then mere talk would happen and he could tell it was going to be so much fun....

Vanilus took a deep breath to relax. "Apologies for the outburst, milord." He said first before continuing. "I met a cultist, a drug-expert, one of the lower levels. She has a flawless face yet her body in her opinion is completely twisted and so on. She gave me inspiration and I started sculpting. And then he apparently met with her and she fell in love or something with his outer beauty and completely falling for his words. Yet I exactly know he wants to recruit her only because of her drug skills. In my outburst of manipulating the cultists poor mind, due to her desire to be loved and establish true friendship, I destroyed my work - basically showing that I am no further in interest to sculpt her."

"You see the primary problem in this is that the cultist in question belongs to your warband, not to the Angels of Ecstasy. He is basically stealing your asset from under your arms, I even already started establishing a laboratory for said cultist to start developing drugs for your purposes in the fight against Eldar, Orks and the loyalist lapdogs of the Emperor."

The Head-Cultist then bowed deeply to show his respect of the report and as apology to his former brutishness.

Kheroth was not sure where Gak could repair his armor, he said that Gak should go talk to Sigvald.
(OOC: Sorry I could not wait anymore.)
Gak watched Nero leaving and after some time he chose to follow him, Gak ended up finding the dinning hall, he looked around "aaaahhh good to be back in a familier place" he slowly limped over to the table where Sigvald and the otheres where, the armor on one of his legs had been bent in a way that made it hard for him to walk right "Sigvald do you know a place I can fix my armor?" Gak pointed at the many places that had been damaged by the ``accident´´

Sigvald frowned "I see...perhaps we should ask Victus about his intent before we start putting heads on pikes?" he glanced at the pirate briefly before standing "Though your bloodlust is noted and...perhaps useful, I wouldn't want to start a war if I don't have to, lead the way Vanilus."