Simeon only grinned. "Very good, princess," he said brightly, and then looked about those gathered. "Do I have any volunteers to speak with the craftsmen?"
"I am not sure if you are mocking me, or if you are sincere about seeing me as an actual princess, either way, I like the tone of it." She bowed her head slightly. "But I am nobody to acclaim any title, except that of an unshackled woman, free from the tyranny of the Imperium. And now that I think about it, I have not met you, yet." The woman approached the Astartes. "The name is Solara Orion." Without fear the Sorceress stared straight up against the helmet of the quite taller super-human.
@Kalle @matt23 "I... see", said the Aegis in response to the explanation. "But wouldn't someone who's strong enough to impress this creature be better in the sewers? 'Working the masses' sounds like a fit for that prole-managing job I guess." Wary behind her mask, she glanced at the Astartes who were so kind to talk to her of their Astartes things. She could certainly admire their physical superiority, but respect or reverence were two things she had lacked for their ilk in the first place, and was utterly eradicated by Velodonus. Maybe it was her own power, or maybe the fact that she wasn't exactly a pious Imperialist, but they didn't quite have an effect on her.
@Casavay "Otherworldly creatures aren't my expertise, and it sounds like some creature of the Warp. I'd rather an expert handled that, while the man whose talents lie in speaking to the public," he paused to point at Horatius, "Actually plays by his strengths and wins us the hearts of thousands." @Uriel1339 He turned to the sorceress. "I am Simeon Bloodeye, and I am not mocking you," he said, meeting the woman's eyes with his own. He was clutching his helmet in his hands, holding it by the horns. "I'm seeing potential: you're a slave, but you've already left your shackles. Who better to lead them out of theirs? That is the kind of thing that wins hearts among the oppressed, and we'll play it to our advantage. You understand what I mean, yes?"
Before Briefing Phaust was in the process of cleaning his tools. The Raptor's body long since dissected, both arms removed and used to replace those lost from the Alpha Legionnaire @Vulpas and the Blood Apostle @lord-watchman . The various trans-organs and geneseed collected and stored. Uthus was no exception, a number of mutant flesh and armor stored for future testing. Phaust had what he wanted and more from the last mission. Even a pair of power swords to play with. The Raptor Marine's armor was donated to the Black Rain's armory for repair and future use by the crew as a sign of goodwill. Beowulf entered in time to witness the Apothecary remove his helmet, intending to download diagnostics data. "Greetings Wolf, care to finish where we left off or just go right to the point? Khorgar." At Briefing. Fully armored and cloaked, green eyes aglow. Phaust arrived to find is fresh work now dead upon the floor. His tone was professional, but not without a hint of annoyance. "What is this? I just put those two pieces together and it's already broken? My talents and work go wasted here. As for choices, I would go where the most varied of specimens would be found. I would not be above some constructive arson in the name of revolution. Wouldn't be the first fire I've started. However, I avoid large public gatherings making the area no place for me... unless Beowulf requires some instruction for how to properly swing a sword." Phaust would go where he was needed without hesitation, but without reservation was asking for too much of the Fallen.
Before Briefing "So what are you thinking? whats about all this sharades? yeah, i know serving a deamon has some grave dangers, but what is your side on this coin?" Beowulf asked, he was interested in whatever the apothecary was thinking, just weather it would be usefull or just plotting in darkness. At Briefing. "Dont get cocky apothecary.
"I am a slave, you say? Then point out my master, for I appear to have missed the notice that of who claims my soul and body as his, ever since Khorgar freed me from the leash of Velodonus." Solara inquired, somewhat insulted but not going down on some hive-scums level. "As for the agenda, that was very well my plan, your re-phrasing does not make the idea your own. I may be a human, but do not expect me to cower before you. Those times lie in the past, beloved Simeon." She smiled and rose her hand to stroke his cheek with just her fingertips.
"Don't be coy," said the space marine, though his expression did not change. "My point remains that your past makes you ideally suited, however we phrase it. On that we can agree," he finished, with a small tip of his head to the sorceress.
Ziik'neri hissed slightly, she smiles thinking for a moment before nodding. "Hmm, I will Take the slaves..." She giggles "A fellow mutant would make them more willing to fight. I will bring them out against the metal queen and give us a fist of raw rage." She giggles again, thinking of it. her legs tick against the floor in anticipation, She seems really giddy about the thought of the fight. She really wants some more blood to drink.
Black Rain - Bridge Having been called back to the ship with just over half of the skulls she wanted Yasmilina was in a foul temper. The skulls, and the sacks they were in, were on the deck next to the seething wych, who held an impaler in her free hand. The two-pronged spear-like weapon had been looted from one of the last guest cabins she'd attacked, along with several eldar skulls that Yasmilina was keeping for herself, while the Slaaneshi who had occupied the chamber would make fine tributes to Khorgar. None of the four objectives interested the wych, as she was technically the station's arena champion and the others all involved diplomacy. Still, she would go along with the needs of her daemon-lord. [OOC: @Colapse I know I'm not tagged but I'm back so here is my post!]
