Kaesar grabbed two stun grenades and one haywire grenade. While he was handling the grenades and some ammo for his splinter pistol, he glanced for if Thû was about. Once he located the mandrake in the armory (if he was there), Kaesar walked over and put a firm gripping hand on his shoulder. "Listen, mandrake, you know of things that come from the Warp better than most, yes? Keep this to yourself or I'll feed you your own quip with your liver as dessert." Kaesar spoke quietly and near his ear, pushing the mandrake to the side a bit, away from the others. He glanced about, a bit awkward for all this. The memory of the grinning otherworldry maiden in his mirror flashed in his mind and he paused a bit. His jaw clenched and he stared Thû straight in the eyes. "I was...attacked by a ghost lady, or something like that. It came from my mirror, hurt me. Then it just vanished after Venessia came in...I don't think she knows fully what happened." "What. The. Fuck. - did it want from me? Why me?" @Draconion
Baeleris was hesitant as she was led into the armory and was simply let loose to get what she deemed necessary though any and all thoughts of hairbrained escape plans were promptly crushed by the group of wyches who were using the blood of slaves to prepare themselves for combat. Suitably cowed and not feeling like having her insides become a whetstone for some crazed wyches. Baeleris grabbed a Cryo grenade and a stun grenade hoping to leave any foes she she's forced to harm in passible shape afterwards, while she cared none too greatly for them to leave them suffering or dying for the pleasure of these... she shook her head as she headed over to the transport and almost screamed in frustration . Of course the two most horrendous of the bunch are on the transport. She took a seat equally far away from the two of them and practiced quietly. The null collar still weighed on her neck but she practiced regardless hoping to ready herself for what is to come
The Incubus didn't change her typical equipment - once more taking two Plasma grenades and a single haywire grenade. Her gaze briefly followed Kaesar as he went over to the.... 'Person' (she reluctantly considered it even that), before going over to Heltherith and gave her a slight 'squeeze'. If she turned around, she'd see that helmet staring back at her with a slight head tilt. "You ready to get some pain given to the primitives?" She asked, her tone showing a fair bit of excitement at the thought of combat once more.
With the armory being her next port of call, Heltherith helped herself to some grenades but instead of plumping for the lethal devices, she instead loaded up with two stun and a smoke grenade and once again ignored the drugs, given she needed to be at the top of her game, mentally speaking. Even if she did give a slight smirk at the Incubus who'd given her the grab and said "Well, I suppose so." Even if well, the Wyches that were using the blood of slaves wasn't exactly something the Wych (and yes, she was aware of the irony) considered a useful way to prepare for the mission as she made her way to the team's Raider. She took a position close to the Bonesinger just to make sure that nobody tried to make Baeleris' ride uncomfortable.
[OOC: Just realised I'd left my post hanging in limbo without actually posting it! Oh well, it all worked out in the end.] Perusing the armoury in silence, Thû picks out the following grenades: haywire, stun and plasma. Foregoing the combat drugs as usual, he claims a corner aboard the deck of the Ravager, where he field-strips his Long Rifle in silence, his mind obssessing over every possible detail of the mission ahead as a way to stave off thoughts of his recent encounter in the Warp. All that, of course, come screeching to a halt as Kaesar intrudes upon his thoughts with physical contact that - at that point - is thoroughly unwelcome. Thû's glowing green eyes stare pointedly at Kaesar's hand upon his shoulder, before sliding with all the purposefulness of a drawn blade to Kaesar's helm or face, depending on which one he is presenting to the world at the present time. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your arm clear off your torso and ram it down your neck, you insouciant, blood-drunk... Holding Kaesar's eyes for several seconds of loaded silence, Thû's featureless black face eventually splits open in a jagged-toothed grin. "Well, that depends, doesn't it, Sieur Kaesar? If the attack was upon your looks and hurt your feelings, I'd say she was smitten with you." Raising a clawed finger in portentuous warning, he then adds, "If, on the other hand, we are speaking of the more conventional mode of attack and wounding, then we are looking at three most likely scenarios - she was defending territory, or she was re-enacting some unresolved event from her lifetime, or she wanted to prey upon your life. Or possibly some combination of all of the above." He shrugs. "It is hard to say with things of the Warp, but that is what seems likely to me," he concludes, looking back down at his Long Rifle as he examines it for the umpteenth time.
Thû's answer helped him not. Kaesar's eyes looked at Thû but the gaze wasn't focused on him, instead lost in a myriad of thoughts that went through his mind. "I shouldn't matter to them, to those beings. I am a nobody." Kaesar said, not with sadness or self-pity, but he stated it as a fact. He knew his place in the universe and his motivations, they were nothing special to anyone. He shouldn't spark any special interest in anyone of note. "They should stay away." Kaesar left Thû's presence and found a comfortable armchair to sit on. He placed the helmet on the left armrest and his hand on top of it, the helmet facing away from him. Kaesar lazily drummed his fingers upon its surface and circled the blood gem with his index finger on occasion. It's as if just now he registered it, that one kabalite, Kadara, had gained wings. A new Scourge was among them. She looked mighty pleased with herself too. He let out an amused huff and smiled a little. Then there was this new Bonesinger too. He stared at her. Wondering how that lass had gotten herself into this mess. Wonder what she was thinking right now? All these hungry eyes around her, who knows what would happen today. With Heltherith, kitty, standing nearby as sentinel. Can't wait to start dealing hurt to the humans, he was growing restless at Commorragh. Kaesar started to hum, the same lovely tune he cherished.
Thû follows Kaesar with his eyes as the Incubus wanders off to sit by himself. His mind is well and truly off his own troubles now, as he ponders the unstable killer's otherworldly troubles. They don't bother you only if you are 'somebody', not per se. They bother you because you are *available*. Their own concerns are far more pressing to them. Which means our naked, dearly departed lady has...needs. Ambling over to lean over the rail beside Kaesar's seat, Thû stares out to the horizon while speaking in a low undertone. @Wata "As it happens, old boy, I just may be interested to help out with your little problem, if you are keen to share the legwork and, ah, allow me to keep any incidental spoils that may result from it. What say you?"
Kaesar glared at Thû from the corner of his eye, without fully turning to look at him. "I want nothing to do with damned ghosts." He slammed an armored fist on the armrest. Even surprising himself in the process. He couldn't remember the last time he was so close in losing his temper, he could barely remember the last time it happened. The thought that it'd be a recurring problem was abhorrent. For a few seconds he collected himself. Focusing his gaze on the horns on his helmet, Kaesar drummed his fingers a few times on the surface of the helmet, considering. "I don't care about trinkets. I just want it gone. Permanently. How do you even know it will return anyway?" @Draconion
@bossaroo @Maleth Kadara reclined in the back of the Raider. The little Bonesinger had shambled along after herself and the Hellion-turned-Corsair-turned-Hellion. The waifish creature had crept in with her tail between her legs, fearful and pitiful. It was endearing. Their Wych followed after, taking up position near the Bonesinger. Kadara could only assume that she had taken pity on the creature or even grown attached to it. She certainly seemed to have an ability to empathise with the Eldar moreso than any other of the Scions. "Do you mean to take her for yourself, Heltherith?" she called to the Wych from the back of the Raider. She lounged there like a queen. "It is a pity, I had hoped to taste once our mission was complete," she mused, the cruel, yellow eyes flitting from Heltherith to the Bonesinger. They had not changed much since her transformation, but there was some animal quality to them, a hunger. She bared her teeth in a savage smile --- fine and white, except for the large, vampiric canines that had replaced her natural ones.
"Alas, I happen to have been in her situation." Heltherith replied, an accidentally harsh undertone slipping into her voice as her eyes firmly locked upon the Scourge's own. She took a deep breath, posture relaxing with her own eyes averting from the seeming hunger behind Kadara's eyes, a matter not helped by the smile. She then more calmly said "So, such insinuations are somewhat.... Close to the mark, for me. If I was to take her for myself, it would be purely to provide her a measure of security, with anything else being at her request. Including your participation, if you so desire." The Wych then looked to the Bonesinger, hoping to reassure her that it was going to be alright, at least as alright as it can be given she was the only slave among a group of Commorrites .
