@Jorimel Sai'ir smiled as he took a slice of cake, both about the cake and the question. "Kiast... was waiting for me when I first became the Heavenly blade. He was also waiting when I found myself awoken once more. He seems to be connected to me in a way I cannot fathom." He said, pausing to take a bite of the cake he took. "My compliments to the baker of this cake. Truly delicious." He then turned to look back at Jeyridian. "I apologize if I have not answered your question, but that is the truth of the matter."
observitory sincaran sat looking into the void, his two blades were laid infront of him as he started chanting an old prayer
"It does answer it, more than than sufficiently," the Harlequin said. "The hawk is a companion to you, even as Faolchu who brought Anaris to Eldanesh." He took another bite of the cake. He paused. "So we are to be companions in arms. It seemed a good place and a useful task to get to know those we will be fighting alongside, so I must confess to being here for more than the excellent baking." Jeyridian considered this for a moment. "And aside from the mission briefing, which was usefully extensive, unlike some of the slap-dash affairs I've seen, I cannot say that I have really seen very much of any of my fellow Eldar here. But I suppose that war calls."
@Jorimel "If you would allow me, I now have a question for you. Have you any knowledge of why I am here? Why I was not destroyed alongside Idharae? How my armor came to be found again?"
Jeyridian paused. He steepled his gloved hands together for a moment. He hadn't expected to be asked about the lore of the Warrior Path. "Well," he said, after some thought, "I am no Seer. But what I know of the ways of the Phoenix, there is a certain strength of personality in the first to take up the Path for each such Aspect. The originator of the particular War Path which you follow - forgive me, for that is of course yourself, as I understand it, even though there may have been others whom you were, once - the essential, original soul-essence felt such a bond to Khaine that it became something other." He spoke quietly, for the Phoenix Lord alone to hear. "You are Khaine's foster-son, I would put it, and he has marked you, but he also looks out for his kin.I cannot say for certain, but perhaps Khaine wills it that your gear and your weapons are preserved, or perhaps, it is the phenomenal power of your psyche." The Harlequin spoke without empty flattery, for he had no need for it and no desire to ruin a fascinating conversation.
@Jorimel Sai'ir sat silent for a moment, during which Kiast had come to perch on his shoulder again, loosing a string of sounds, seemingly trying to comfort Sai'ir. "I... see" he said finally. "And another question. How is it you fight your battles? I am unfamiliar with the Harlequins." He asked in a more cheerful tone as Kiast took off again. "I would tell you my style, one I know yours." He was aiming for some friendly banter, not a demand.
~~ Library - Zu'ark ~~ + @Vulpas & @Xaphen & @Casavay "You will restrain from further terrorizing individuals, you brought our local scholar and multi-linguist to tears with your stupid games. You will behave in future and keep such tactics against our enemies." He thrust his spear forwards to throw both Phoenix Lords against the ceiling, then with a quick gesture wrapped them into warp bubbles and stuck them on the ceiling. "You are warriors of martial arts, not the psychic ways. Do not attempt to challenge me any further." He released the bubble, and with a motion of his spear threw them down at full velocity against the floor. Then with a motion upward of his spear again against the ceiling, this he repeated around five times, before finally letting them collide a last time with the ground. "Do such thing again, and I cook your body within the armor and bury them where nobody ever finds them again, do you understand?" The Spear stood parallel to him again, the Storm Guardian standing next to him and having her Flamer primed on them, ready to activate should they do anything stupid. ~~ Kitchen - Vex ~~ "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Was heard from the kitchen as the man fell on his knees, looking with despair at the vanilla that had been sprinkled. ~~ Kitchen - Pearus ~~ + @Jorimel & @BadDo9 "You humble me with your words. Plus, it was your own dresscode that inspired me to create this, so surely it was some sort of composition between the two of us, no?" She tilted her head curiously. But she got quickly distracted by the Ventus-like being flying around, the eyes of Pearus following it's graceful maneuvers. ~~ Bridge - Rharijem ~~ + @WanderingJester "I do the flying, you do... Well, killing, I just hope not her." He relaxes and lowers his weapons. "I know you are not a terrorizer, so just sit her down and watch her, please? Your... Comrades were quite.... Mean to her. I have been like them once." He sighs and shakes his head. "Just let her recover and let the other Phoenix Lords know that they have to be more careful of how they interact with non-warriors, alright?" Rharijem went to sit down back into his cockpit.
"Well," said the Harlequin, feeling somewhat at a loss, "I mean to say, it's a triumph, a tribute to the strength of you as an Eldar! One that we will have great need of both now and in days to come, days of legend." He paused, then brightened at the next question. "Well, now that is something I do know about, or at least I have some command of that particular theatre of war!" "We are stealth specialists! Ah yes, you may not think it, what with the colours and the brightness and the dancing! But let me tell you, we are silent, we are swift, and we are where we need to be. Or at least as close as we may come to it, with Cegorach's blessing! And there is no sense in setting up the joke without a lethal punchline. To fight in the ways of the Laughing God is to strive to strike so swiftly that the last thought one's enemy has is why their head is no longer on their shoulders." Jeyridian took another bite of his cake. Such a recipe needed a worthy name. He must ask the Cake-Mistress. "We are the tide. We flow, we ebb, we cannot be held." "And on occasion, we wreck ships."
@Jorimel "We shall work well together, then. The Heavenly Blades... were best utilized as forward scouts. To seek, to see, to slay in silence. And when the battle is joined, we swoop into the fray to slash the cords of our enemy's lives. Kiast helps me with scouting, as well." Sai'ir said, looking at the Harlequin and smiling. "There was no need for the extra pomp to my first question. I quite understood what you said. By the way, would you happen to know why there is a man in the kitchen crying over a bowl of Ice cream?" He asked, even though he could not see into the kitchen. Meanwhile, Kiast had perched by the door, looking at the crying man.
"Ah I see. Don't worry, I'm just another warp spider aiming to spin my webs. There are few enough of us as it is without us killing each other." Ty'rel looked down at the scared girl, and petted her head gently. She had calmed down a bit, and was shaking less, but still buried her head into his chest and made no resistance to being held. So he rocked a little from side to side, trying to sooth the once hysterical girl down to some composure once again.
