-Knivives walked into the slave chambers with his glave on his back as he looked into the cells his face had no emotion as he opened the first cage. A slave tried to charge him what looked what to be a makeshift shiv made out of bone the incubus quickly reacted catching the man by his throat but leaving the mans knife arm free. The man tried to stab at the incubus head but. This would be a bad mistake for the man as knivives bit the mans arm and pulled back stripping some of the flesh from the mans arm causing him to let out a scream of pain and horror and causing him to drop a shiv. He looked into the back of the cell as he slowly choked the man till his screams stopped. he could see in the back of the cell a dead body with what looked to be a opened wound in the chest. he slowly approached it and with using his stump on his hand barely managed to get the body on his shoulder as he then walked back to the haemonculus lair. " I have brought the flesh that you have asked for." he said turning to the Meshael.
Necros Meshael took the slaves/materials from Knivives. Informing Knivives of his master's current bird hunting expedition. Meshael, "feel free to wait here, Necros should be returning very soon." Suddenly, Necros burst into the lab. A dead razorwing in each hand, while closing the door as quickly as possible. Bracing it with his body he said, "Success! Not only did I get the feathers and bones, I also lured a Giant Chiropteran! On an unrelated note, HELP! I'm being chased by an angry giant Chiropteran!" Loud pounding of the door followed Necros' poor explanation. Large needle shaped fangs could be seen between poundings of the braced doors. The creature clearly out for Necros' blood. 'I don't know why it's so angry. All I did was stick it with two 80cc of embalming potion and a light Nero agent.' Masheal helped Necros brace the door, giving Necros an exacerbated look. Meshael, "Sir, why don't you just use a sedative to render it unconscious?" Necros gave Meshael a stupid look next, "how would I have carried such a beast on my own and I don't know the meaning of the word sedative!" With that proclamation of insanity, the Chiropteran burst into the lab. It appeared to be mostly a giant mouth with wings. Rows of needle sharp teeth and a three pronged tongue dominated it's face. No eyes to speak of. A large squashed nose and sensitive looking ears appeared to be how it hunted prey. It wings were large, black and leathery. Each with two long fingers for holding its prey while feeding. The beast sniffed the air franticly, assaulted by all the new smells of the lab. Necros, despite his cries for help, stopped to admire the winged incarnation of fear and death. "Isn't it adorable!"
Kormaily Not finding a slave that met the requirements for what he needed he turned and left the slave pits. What a pitiful lot they picked up, but atleast there were more which meant more wealth. He began wandering the empty halls of the Kabal hoping something would be able to cure his boredom. He drank from the bottle and had a thought, I guess I'll check on the raider repairs since I've got nothing better to do. He stumbled down the hallway, which seemed to take hours until he reached the hangar. A number of the lower level Kabal were making the repairs to get the raiders into an operable status. He sat and watched them work while he drank. Finally growing bored of watching the repairs, and the fact the bottle was empty, he decided to head back to his private quarters and take a nap. He couldn't really remember most of the walk back, just that he bumped into a few of the slaves that were making repairs to the kabal's interior. He entered his quarters, locked the door and fell asleep in his hammock.
Slark slithered out quite a bit later than the rest, the slyth made a rather strange sight as it carried 2 severed arms. The others had probably already talked to the archon and made their excuses, honestly it would be too embarrising to appear before the archon right now, it even heard what sounded like snickering from one of the halfbloods, if Slark was in a better state the fool would be dead but right now all he could do was hiss. As the serpent made his way down to the heamonculus' lab, it heard a great commotion. Slark looked down the corridor just as something large and insectile broke it's way into the mad scientist's lab. Probably served the bastard right honestly, for now though the slyth just hunkered down and waited for the problem to resolve itself.
Necros The Chiropteran was indeed angry, the chemicals Necros injected it with finally showing signs of effect. The beast moved lazily, bumping into tables and equipment. Meshael attempted to restrain the beast, only to gain it's attention and quickly loose a forearm. Necros was not happy about that, "Hey, quit eating my things!" With that Necros threw a green filled syringe at the beast. Driving home into the Chiropteran's side. It staggered, vomited Meshael's arm, and proceeded to expire on the lab floor. Necros wiped his forehead in relief, "Well that could have gone worse." Meshael was still looking at his now stump of a left arm, "Now don't go crying over spilled blood, I'll have that fixed in a minute. Next time you think to damage my specimen you'll remember this moment." Necros next checked on Xileas' condition. Still breathing, good sign. He removed the piece of wood from her mouth. No screams? That was odd. She appeared to have since lost consciousness. "Well, we have the materials to fix specimen 4's right wing and now we have her replacement left wing. This shouldn't take but a moment, the nerve endings are Fresh and she'll be better than new! You Incubus, bring me your hand and stump." As soon as Knivives was in reach, Necros went to work faster than a khornite on stims. A needle of questionable origins, hollow worm silk, and some creative biomancy. Knivives' hand was back to working order. "Shame I don't have any spare toxin injectors on hand, always great to hide one up the wrist you know. @Vulpas With that out of the way, and Meshael finally getting off the floor, they went to work on restoring Xileas to fighting condition. With only a few minor alterations. @Casavay OOC: accidentally posted before finishing. Sorry for any confusion. Team health should be considered done by this point, just a few details to write after responses. Hope everyone had a nice holiday.
Once the crashing, screams, and roaring subsided, Slark slinked down the hallway. The strange moth beastie was dead at least, though Necros was still busy it seemed. "Ahem? Could you put these back on?" The slyth offered his two lopped off arms to the heamonculus.
Necros Sharp needle point blades sowed flesh into shap as one would wool into a scarf. With the spine repaired, the wing bandaged after surgery, and a modified batwing ready for implantation. Necros looked up from his delicate work. To meet his gaze was a serpentine piece of exotic material, specimen no. 5. Only taking his eyes of the scourge for two hungry minutes of the severed limbs and third large Sslyth owner. Returning to his work, with conflicted attention. 'Don't get distracted now.' "Meshael, get off your one armed behind and see to my guests needs. I'll be right with you specimen no. 5! Just finishing up here." Necros says as he connects the new wing to the scourge's repaired nerve endings, with a needle and fusing acid... This will be painful.
Arymea The Trueborn had done overwatch for quite a while, until eventually seeking audience with the Archon of the Kabal. "My honorable Archon." She started, bowing in deep respect - it was all a farce just because of the other womans authority. "I had been thinking for quite a while. About you. Despite it is well-known that we Eldar of the Dark City feel only desire for pain, I have come to my own conclusion that there can be more to it. In fact, well how can I put this... In combat I realized that my life is quite dull and I wondered. Given that I am a Trueborn and you not just powerful but also flawless in your appearance. If we could not celebrate our victory in a special way?" @Angles
OOC: @PorOborosCain I am so sorry that I didn't interact more in this scene. I've kind of procrastinated this RP for some time, which is a grave sin when such a large opportunity for RP pops up! She did not talk, but was aware for the entire procedure. From every insulting suture to every last agonizing cut, sting, sewing. Dried-up traces of tears still scarred her face far more than any blade could, both in the society of Commorragh as well as deep within the rotten, shrunken thing that was her soul. The loss had hurt her, but crying - admitting defeat - that hurt her more. She's become less than a proper Dark Eldar, and the perverse glee of the Haemunculus, undoubtedly a damaged soul, constantly reminded her of this. She'd need to stop being the prissy little Craftworlder she was right now. Watching him work helped her, the pain he gave her was as much gift as punishment. And the sight of her new wing brought a mental smile to her metaphorical lips; her corporeal ones moved to distort into a scream as the fusing agent ate its way through her wing.
Necros Scream, screams, and more screams. Any Haemonculus worth their salt can play the mortal body into a symphony of pain. 'Shame I only have one instrument to work with.' Necros thinks as he eyes Meshael and the Sslyth. With one last fused nerve and a pinprick for a response test, the leathery modified Chiropteran wing was attached. It clashed beautifully with the repaired feathered wing, now stained with blood and darkened by black grayish feathers. Necros was positively charged with his work, the suffering he fed upon, and an audience to reveal his latest creation with. "Behold and be amazed! I have returned this carrion of death to the skies. No longer pure and white with the illusion of invincibility. Pain and genius has reborn her into an angel of beautiful terror! Now hold for applause!" Necros finishes on. Meshael demonstrated clapping with one hand and the Sslyth simply stared before registering what Necros had said. Turning into an awkward single slow clap. "Thank you, thank you. Your worship is appreciated. Now a hand for my wonderful victim." Meshael banged his hand on the wall, while the Sslyth caught his cue this time. Not as awkward, but still pretty bad. "Now specimen no. 4, what I have done is reinforced your joints and spine to accommodate your new wing. You might have noticed it is slightly larger than you feathered one, but it is not heavier. I hollowed out the ends myself. It is are more flexible, and can even help you hang from buildings. While it does aid you in gliding, gaining altitude will be a challenge starting out. Another feature I've added to your arsenal is a retractable talon on the insides of your lower leg. You have the Chirotheran to thank for that as well. Beyond this you are free to test out your improved physical form, but I would recommend feeding before attempting flight. Return to me if you dare question my work and desire to feel my full fury upon your fluttery form!" Necros moved next to gather up the Sslyth's limbs and prep them for replantation.
