Slark's scaled face didn't show any emotion, then again it physically couldn't, so that didn't mean much. "Before you actually ssstart, I want to make thisss clear: I don't want anything added, no wings or extra tails or anymore fingers." The sslyth gave a small unintentional hiss, the drugs it had used to quiet the pain were wearing off. Slark had hoped they would last into the surgery itself, but the serpent wasn't so lucky it seemed...
Lecapant was quite intrigued by Arymea's offer to celebrate their victory for she was beginning to tire of Miracter, yet she also knew that Arymea would then have the perfect opportunity to advance in the Kabal by the traditional methods used in society, and quite likely in exactly the same way that she had gained her position of Archon. So she said "That is an interesting proposal, but I feel that I would meet a most untimely demise during the celebrations together, so I'll decline the invitation." Having given her verdict on Arymea's offer, the Archon crossed her legs then said "If you find that you have a lack of things to do, you might want to see if everyone has recovered from the raid, as I have planned out what we need to do next if this Kabal is to rise again." She then took a breath before yelling at the Trueborn "NOW GET GOING!" With her order given, she sunk deeper into her throne while she waited to see if Arymea would actually do what was asked of her, or if she'd have to employ some methods of persuasion to convince the Trueborn into doing what she was asked.
Arymea "Of course, milady." She bowed deeply and turned on her heel, a face of disgust that the Archon thinks so low of Arymea, nothing wrong with a night of delight in celebration! Arymea would keep the Haemonculus labs for the end, figuring that it was the most disgusting area to visit. So he approached everyone who was outside the Haemonculus lab. The first to be found was that Corsair (@kanila ) "Hey. Outcast! Are you combat ready? And where are the others of the Kabal?!" She demanded, aiming her Shardcarbine already upon his not-so-pretty face.
Kormaily (Eldar Corsair) "Cousin, someone must have put you in a foul mood for you to point your shard carbine in my face." He pondered who or what had set her off. "They are down with the Haemonculus getting patched up. And of course I'm ready, let me guess we have been summoned again."
Knivives- "If You will require any specimens that can make us more dangerous I Shall be able to come to your aid when Obtaining them." Knivives said as he left the haemonculus lair now heading to the rest of there group there true born seemed to be pointing her carbine at a slave. with his hand back on he looked at the new scars reminding him of his failure in battle. he already went ready to retrieve his Glaive and armor and then be ready for the next Battle and hopefully even a chance to become deadiler.
Necros "Nothing added, nothing gained. No no no, that's not how this works my dear specimen. I require payment for my services. Either in creative license with your body or with other such payments. With a donation to my lab; a limb, an organ, or..." Necros trails off after noticing Slark's large fangs. "I think we've started off on the wrong tendril. My name is Necros, member of the Hex coven, now freelance and personal confidant of Master Lecapant. She is the only who may ask of me without payment... Sort of. Now on the subject of my interests, might I have a look at those ferocious fangs of yours?" "Now he knows how to negotiate! Fare the well Incubus, don't forget to keep an eye upon my magnificent person when we enter the fray. Just some sustenance for thinking."
"Isn't the pain enough? You don't get off it enough?" He then followed necros' eyes... "Oh no, I'd rather have my arms ruined then you making off with my teeth!"
