Kinive- Kinives stould were he was deep in a meditated state his armor was gone but he still had his glaive both hands on his sword with a Cermaite grip to it as he stood unmoving in the darkness. He could see the others moving and heard the archons orders. He finaly moved after hours of waiting his eyes still had the Emerald look to them and his body looked more of a corspe then a living being he began to move to the archons chambers with blade at his side.
Another sigh escapes the Stormtrooper as he follows the Trueborn. "What the hell does she want with me? I hope she doesn't think I'm responsible for that incident, I take credit for what I do, but that last one was instigated by a different group of you pale pointy-eared xenos."
"Don't worry, nothing will happen to you. I like you too much for that." She chuckled again and smirked at him, winking. If he would not know her, he could be more than certain that she was flirting with the human. She gently pushed him in front of herself. "You know the way, and I won't give you the opportunity to ruin my back with your flashlight pistol."
The man reluctantly walked forward as he put the pistol in the holster on his waist. "Don't you worry about getting shot in the back by me, I want you to know its me when I finally kill you." The man follows his statement with a wink. Sheesh, I have spent too much time here...
"Now don't start making promises that you won't take the shot if you could, because that would almost mean I could actually trust you." She chuckled deep as they were just about to arrive at the Archons 'hall'.
Tyr laughed along with her as he replied: "You can trust me to create as much havoc and mayhem as I can for you. Oh, and I suppose if it came down to it, I would willingly aid you in fights against certain others of Mankind's enemies, not many of them, but a couple of them are worse evils even then you."
"I do not intend to be evil, I intend to be alive, and beautiful. So far I believe I am doing quite good at it. Oh how cruel the wheel of destiny is to you, my little human. Finding home and purpose with a species you hated once so much. I will assure you, one day you will actually love to serve here." Arymea purred the last part into his ear, teasing the human to her best capabilities. Since he could not see her without turning around, and she talking in gothic. She almost could be a human in his imagination.
Tyr rolled his eyes at the Dark Eldar's teasing. He'd been here for two years now, and it was always the same thing. His imagination was rather vivid, though the images in it involved a lot of fire and burning xenos, images more likely to seduce a Sororitas than a Trueborn. "I may have found a purpose among you xenos, and perhaps even a temporary home, but the purpose is only to provide solace and hopefully freedom for the Emperor's faithful who find themselves trapped here."
Kormaily - Became bored drinking alone, and decided to give the slaves some hope in the dark cells they now called home. He made his way to the slave cells with the remnants of the stolen liquor. "Mon'keigh where are you? I have a little gift for you." He waved the nearly empty bottle outside the cell bars. He saw in the dark corners of the cells movements that could only be described as frightened children. He took a swig of the liquor and then placed it within reach of the cell. He then stepped back and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "Don't be scared, I'm not like my cousins. I would rather have you out of those cages doing actual work than just rotting there. But enjoy your 'gift' I'm sure it's the only good thing you taste in a VERY long time." He walked out of the slave area and returned to his room.
Slark at first ignored the game played between the human and the trueborn, softskin mating antics were not his concern nor interest. After the third exchange between the two the Slyth grew bored and interupted the conversation: "You are such indecisive creatures, can you not just decide if you want to have sex or kill each other?"
