Nehelith turned to the now glowing Malrak, staring at the marks his mind started to hear more and more voices spoke the longer he looked. Eventually it became to painful to listen to them eny longer and he quickly turned away to look at something less aggravating so he turned his attention the the creature next to throne. He could not help but stare at the eyeless Being, admiring the way it spoke, even if it was only a xeno and did not understand it. He could not keep his eyes off the creature, the longer he stared the more his hands convulsed.
"All this talk. Like buzzing flies. Like buzzing, gnawing insect. Squeaking rats. Bleating sheep!" Dyrhildr wildly tossed her head around, and walked a good few paces away from the assembled group, as if the Eldarin - or just the words in general - hurt her ears. Or her head, seeing how her still human left hand grasped at her temple. The warrior grumbled, still twitching with savage restlessness, and then, after a few breaths, moved back to the one person who was ever so slightly more familiar than the others in the room, and at the very least, was of similar worth as she was, a fellow walker of the Old Way. Alternating a stare of non-comprehension between the blind alien and the Wych, she growled out a set of questions, attempting to put her confusion into Gothic. A confusion that seemed to enrage her likely worlds beyond what the Eldar and the blind one had actually felt. "Is this the normalcy? In this void? To talk instead of fighting? Why do you concede?! You hate. I can hear it. Fight! Strife! Or at least, prove. Dominance. You talk... the creature and... weirdling talk." Slowing her breathing, she concluded, "You are... strange." (@Uriel1339 | @Maleth )
Thermidor looked over the Dyrhildr, taking a slight step backwards, his right hand moving under his robe. He would glance back to the throne in the center of the room, finally speaking his first words since arriving onboard. "You would allow this unhinged thing to stand freely on your bridge? It behaves like a rabid animal, who knows what it could destroy or damage if it snapped!"
Malrak finishes his notes and puts his book and pen away and his cloak returns to it's normal dark blue as the marks glow slowly fades. He then pays his atention to the distraught Feral worlder woman with a blade of an arm. "Such is the way of the Galaxy and that of the warp, if you cannot handle things beyond your current capacity of reason you shouldn't have left your home planet." Malrak looked over to the heretek priest"Oh come now if you were worried of unhinged and rabid animals then why did you get on a ship carrying khornate berserkers? You shouldn't judge those who have received gifts that you cannot receive it is not their fault that khorn favors them for not being weak and surviving where most simply curl up and die. If anything we should honor them as the lord of skulls has."
Macer turned his head as they just kept talking, disgusting xenos, when could they just get the info they came for. After a few more twitches as annoyance became pain, he just turned his head. "Do you never shut up" he said, his arms by his sides as his fist kept clenching and unclenhing.
Thermidor would over to Malrak for a second, keeping the mutated woman still at the edge of his vision, and would gesture over to the Khornate space marine in the room. "The 'bezerker' seems rather well composed compared to to that mutant, wouldn't you agree?"
"Thats becouse i am not a bickering moron, and dont call me berserker." He said, neither liking being talked to in third person when he was present, neusence creating moee pain, why could this just not get moving, the assembled cast was strange enough as it stood.
Issac finally moved the smell of a plague marine so closed snapped him out from being patient and waiting. to be so close to one was not like standing next to a nurgle cultist or to smell a plague marine from far away. Scrunching his nose and to almost a snarl as he heard one of the tech priest complain about another mutant on the bridge. "The mutant is allowed, here because she has proven her self in some way to the war bands leader, If she had not why would she be here now? If she would wanted you dead she would have already begun her attack on another." Issac said to the Tech adept as the other marine spoke becoming more agitated as time went on. Issac began to began to put on his helmet as he waited wanting to know what they were summoned for and what the next operation would be and how much loot it could hold for the war band.
The War-Scythe, meanwhile, continued pacing up and down the hall impatiently, utterly oblivious to being the subject of a debate, her attention defeated by clever use of third person grammar.
"As I said it is her own fault if she can not withstand void travel but I assure you I think it is unwise to agrivate an animal in the same cage as you." He turned to the agrivated Berzerker and then back to the Heretek. The last thing he needed was for the Berzerker to loose control of himself it was easy enough to spot the butcher's nails in his head. Though the only thing he had planned if such an ordeal happened was to lift him up with his telekinesis and crush him but he doubted that it would be that easy and that the mistress would disapprove greatly and will most like result in his own death in one way or another. He then stood there pondering Until someone addressed him or the priest would continue their little impromptu debate.
