OOC: Oh man, then I'll wait till ya get that up! SO MANY DANGEROUS PLACES I HAVE TO INVESTIGATE SINGE I AM TOO CURIOUS!
Chirurgeon Debbie Lucas adjusted her unform and make sure her robes were neat and straight. Her cases of equipment were trundled along by a trusty servitor, while she herself pulled a trolleycase and juggled a round box in her arms as well as her Imperial ID. Passers-by were less than helpful. "I'm looking for the retinue of Inquisitor Bishop ..." "Excuse me Sir, I'm looking for the Inquisitorial staff -" "Ma'am, I've been asked to find the Inquis- no, don't run away -" Eventually the Chirurgeon pulled herself up to her full height of 5'2" and hollered. "RATING! Take me to the Imperial Retinue of Inquisitor Bishop IMMEDIATELY!" The stunned man obeyed as best he was able, and Debbie found herself escorted to the presence of an Astropath (Virgil). "Sir, may I ask if you are one of the retinue of her Holiness the esteemed Inquisitor Bishop?" she enquired. The servitor dropped her cases and she had to turn to retrieve them. Lax programming, a sinful waste of Imperial resources! However, the man before her was certainly an Astropath, so odds were she was in the right place. The voice was coming from a low height - just over five feet - and was female, and slightly stressed, but had a cheerful, earnest quality to it. "I am Chirurgeon Lucas, reporting for duty in His Name!"
[OOC Hello guys (and / or girls, one never knows online), Jorimel here trying out playing an upstanding citizen of the Imperium! ]
Davarus: Davarus knew the torturer would not follow orders, nor did he expect anything involving that parasite to go smoothly. But it was no matter, several reports had come in about some woman askinh for the inquisitor's retinue and thus Davarus needed to investigate. His findings led him to the astropath virgil, another man he had come to trust and respect. But who was this stranger he looked at? "Excuse me madam, but who are you and why are you inquiring about the retinue? Ah yes...where are my manners... I am Davarus Ventis, Acolyte to Inquisitor Bishop and currently in command. Pleasure to meet you miss....???"
SA582 stopped upon being spoken to, partly due to the observation of brute force not working as well as it should be with that box, and partly due to not wishing to offend the lab's owner. It then turned around and upon seeing the person speak, it spoke in response. "I recognised the symbol on that crate, and so I would think that something of use would reside inside." It seemed relaxed, having someone that it could speak to normally, and without having to preface everything it said. But from when.... and Where?
OOC: Also Colapse, Davarus is plenty loving and kind, he just knows when to get serious, unlike mister torturer Also step off my fish woman bro!!!!
OOC: Jori!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Welcome Aboard! <Cha'ka> The Kroot, tired of waiting for any more responses to his attempted ill...totally legit activities, decides to leave, taking a shuttle down to the Lower Hives and landing at the Black Claws HQ. OOC: Kroot is pursuing a relationship with everybody!!
Debbie saluted in her most respectful fashion. "Good morning, Sir, it's a pleasure to meet you! I am Chirurgeon Deborah Lucas, reporting for duty as requested by Inquisitor Bishop. I was requested in secondment from the holy vessel His Divine Will some time ago, but alas we were delayed by warp storms and have only just arrived." She offered a small gloved hand, uncertain of the etiquette f the situation, but she was determined to make a good impression. The Chirurgeon was a short woman in neatly pressed robes of office, with a trolleycase resting nearby with a round ammunition box perched on top, about the size of a Commissar's hat. She wore her brown hair in a neat bob, strands of which occasionally strayed out from her hat, and her brown eyes were large and devoid of guile. She was not quite slim, and not quite tall enough for average, with a small nose.
