"Pah as if I would waste my beautiful and perfect body on a Mon'keigh! It is rather a memory to him of how close yet so far he is." She replied in Eldar, so the human would not understand. OOC: When I say 'Mon'keigh' instead of 'human' in a sentence you may assume the entire sentence is spoken in Eldar.
Xileas growled in annoyance and humiliation as her fall did not go unnoticed. Parched, and other unworthy rabble talked, most knew to keep her mouth shut. A few chuckles were heard, but as the Scourge picked herself up from the dirt, she deemed it wise not to push her luck. A few beats of her wings freed them of dust and served to launch her into the air, seeking the male she'd hurt. For this, she'd cut off his favourite organs, and a few more. However, despite her bird's eye, she could not find the man. A disappointed, nearly desperate chirp escaped her throat as the ex-Wych, defeated, decided to return to the Kabal's headquarters. She had been beaten enough for this day.
Xileas Upon the beaten Scourge's arrival to the Kabal, one of the Warriors that manned the walls called out to her "The Archon's been looking for you, and given the state of the messenger, she's rather.... keen to see you in the throne room." He ended his words with a nervous laugh, for he didn't want to end up the victim of an annoyed Scourge. Slark, Arymea, Kinive and Tyr The group of four soon reached the Archon's throne room, still bereft of any ornaments to show that the Kabal had been successful. Lecapant in all her finery was lounging in the throne, her first 'public' appearance since the Bleeding Edge's fall. In her left hand was a knife which she tried to throw at Tyr.... And missed by a very wide margin, an embarrassment aided by a deft dodge from the Stormtrooper. She didn't seem at all fussed by that miss however, and it did confirm that Tyr as the Mon'keigh who might be needed as part of her plan. Yet, she now needed waited for the group to show her the respect she was owed before she might divulge the plan to them... When the rest of the group arrived. She turned to Miracter, who had finished her duty and clearly was trying to suppress the memory of the 'favour' she had to do for the Archon. "Miracter, would you mind fetching Kormaily for me?" Miracter's lack of a response to the order elicited a outburst of "NOW! I DO NOT HAVE ALL DAY TO WAIT!" Miracter promptly scurried off to find Kormaily, clearly scared from the sudden outburst, bruising past Kinive and nearly knocking him down in her haste to find the Corsair...
Arymea looked at the broken woman and crossed her arms, her right coming up to her face to push aside a single strain of hair to the rest of hers, then placing the hand on her chin, letting her long fingernails tap a silent melody on her cheek. All this time waiting and achieving nothing, and suddenly she is in a hurry? Must be like she figured finally a plan out once again. Although if anyone would have bothered Arymea to ask, she would have done long ago something about the current status and... Lack of prestige. But oh well, the Archon always knew what was best for the Kabal, or so some would believe.
In rage, Xileas threw a punch aimed at the warrior's face for his stupid laugh, before leaving. Without any sense of decency, she stormed into the Archontess' throne room, slamming the door open. "Yes?! You want to speak to me?" Crossing her arms and folding her wings, she tried to appear as tall and intimidating as possible; her silhouette was basically that of a winged scarecrow - long, spindly limbs attached to a slim torso.
Kormaily - It wasn't hard for Miracter to find him, after all he had no where to really go in this city when he lacked the funding for anything 'sporting' to do. "So the Lady Archon requests my appearance. I will be there shortly, it looks as if you need a drink. The Archon have you doing more than just running errands I'm guessing?" He had a collection of Imperial liquor and handed Miracter the strongest stuff he had, and took one with him. He knew whatever the Archon wanted he probably wouldn't like it. "Enjoy." Arriving at the Archon's Throne Room Kormaily walked through the wide open doors, courtesy of one of the already arrived 'guests' he assumed. He gave a slight bow. Speaking in Eldar "Madam Archon, what gives me the pleasure of your company today?" He looks at the group assembled before the Archon, and takes a swig. "Hello cousins, I see you brought a pet with you." He then spoke in Gothic "Hopefully your 'friends' in the cells saved something for you, if not I may share some of my own.... If the Archon doesn't kill you." He then shook the bottle so that Tyr might get what he was talking about.
"Good that the drunk addict honors us with his presence." Arymea complained at Kormaily. The scourge at least knew how to kill rather than get drunk and endanger to shoot own allies. She then also spoke gothic. "I hope you are smart enough to not drink that rotten rat piss they call alcohol, no taste - otherwise he would have a proper bottle of wine, no moonshine how you Imperials would say."
<Tyr> The man regained his posture and picked the Archon's knife up from the floor as the Corsair walked in, sliding the knife into his belt in one deft motion. "My fellow slaves are fools if they drink anything you give them. Who knows what the hell is actually in that bottle?"
In Eldar. "HAHAHA rat piss? You know nothing of true taste Trueblood. The only thing I miss from the Craftworld was the drink. NOW that has an almost delicate flavor. But alas the 'moonshine' as you call it is still better than the vile stuff I've found here." In gothic "Tyr I am not like my cousins, I gain nothing by your deaths." He then took one last swig before handing the bottle to Tyr. In Eldar again ."Hopefully atleast one here will appreciate truely living fully. Cousin you are as uptight as our Craftworld brethren. But this can wait for later, we are being rude to our host. Archon Lecapant, please tell me we have work to do so I can be away from the uptight Trueblood." He was impatient and ready to be away from here. *EDIT*
"Uptight? At least I know the difference between a lady and a whore. And guess what, my drunken friend. It has to do with 'tightness'." Arymea replied sharp, having enough of that fool, she crossed her arms and just tried to focus at the Archon.
