~~ Yriel ~~ @BadDo9 "Just! One! More!" She yelled to herself, but alas the ghost was a bit too fast and claimed the last life of the energetic yellow ball. Buuuut she broke the highscore and vividly put her 3-character name code in as '666' She giggled at that herself and with having become the Yellow-Ball-Monster-Master she was satisfied and left the glow-box-cogitator unit. Not sure what to do next she just walked randomly around, perhaps seeing if anyone found her in particularly... Attractive. Nothing was better to celebrate a victory than pleasing one's god after all! ~~ Monty ~~ @BadDo9 & @Casavay Tactically moving into the room, Monty was suddenly overwhelmed by two younglings jumping at him and taking him efficiently down. They were in human equivalent age of 5 and 8 respectively. Monty fell on his back, both of the little critters of joy cuddling on him. "Shas'Vada!" they yelled out of joy, embracing their father, who put each of his hands on their back, rubbing them gently while his eyes looked up to Se'hen with a pleading look of 'some help here?' But he was smiling wide and kissed each of his children's heads.
@Uriel1339 'Darlingsun' had been ready to reach for a weapon (that she didn't have on her person) while opening the door, but immediately lost all tension upon seeing that it was truly their offspring. As the little scamps overwhelmed their father, Se'hen knelt down to their level, seeing Monty's pleading look, and embracing first the elder, then their younger to give her mate some time to recover. Even being the Hero she was, the Fal'shian simply lacked the scruple and mistrust to question the appearance of her children. The sheer notion was overridden by the joy of seeing them, touching them, holding them close as she too kissed their cheeks and foreheads. "How'd you get here?", she asked, half-exasperatedly, half-happily. "Are you well?!"
Theo - "Ahhh hello there son of guilliman, How did your travels bring you here and how goes your legion?" Theo asked taking a seat at the bar and deciding to chat with a fellow astarte maybe he would know more that's going on.
Marcus brought the drink to his mouth and let the liquid flow into his mouth masking sure to taste it before swallowing just to be sure nothing 'extra' had been added. Since he was kidnapped out of nowhere and not too long ago had killed the Astartes sitting at a table drinking with his fellows he was naturally suspicious of everything around him. He also declined the offer to sit with the Astartes with a dismissive wave. "I prefer to drink alone." He said putting the glass to his lips again.
~~ Yriel ~~ "Alone? Alone is a synonym for boring!" The hypersensitive Slaaneshi heard the weird looking warrior say. She joined him nearby the bar, with a finger ordering some random drink, putting a hand on his shoulder. She was an attractive thing, with a deep decollete and she didn't mind showing Marcus that. "Sooo you acting all tough, or are you a tough guy, eh?" She chuckled.
< @Vulpas @Uriel1339 @TuskatheDaemonKilla @GoreWrencha > Aldonis ultramarine laughed a bit at Marcus' words before Yriel went up to him. "As you wish! But strong drinks is always a great way to celebrate a victory!" "Or a loss! As you would know, Aldonis!" the son of Russ laughed again before being knocked unconscious (for a short time) by the Salamander. The Blood Angel chuckled and stood up to walk to another room, as Ultramarine waved over the Emperor's Child. "Legion? You're probably from before the- ahh you know what, that doesn't matter. Come! Sit, drink!" Sammeal and Victor, after being shown the way out and explained the rules, would find themselves also appearing suddenly in the bar, although none of the regulars seemed to even bat an eye when they did so Meanwhile, Yriel was given what looked to be a liquid rainbow in a martini glass < @Casavay > Nefryr would be left in what looked to be a library with a Necron Lord sitting alone at a chess table, and would see a Blood Angel coming into the room from a door opposite her. < @Casavay @Uriel1339 > After the cries of 'Shas'Vada' and 'Shas'Mata' had died down from the younger male sibling, the older female looked up at them with a small smile. "We don't know, Shas'Mata." she spoke to Se'hen. "One moment we're in our dwelling, and the next we end up here."
~~ Yriel ~~ @Vulpas | @TuskatheDaemonKilla | @GoreWrencha | @BadDo9 "At least the bartender got a good taste around here!" Yriel said with a purr, grabbing the drink, gazing into it as if losing herself, before taking a slow sip, closing her eyes and giving into the multitude of flavors and sensations tickling her mind and tongue, causing her to shudder. "Mhhhmm... It sure is a fabulous drink." She purrs, licking her lips while looking at the gentlemen around. ~~ Monty ~~ @BadDo9 | @Casavay "It matters little for now, our brave warriors." Monty noted, taking his son in his arms and standing up. "We should be thankful to be together." He nuzzled his noseless face against his sons', pressing his forehead against his. "I wonder if there are other children around you can play with?" He bounced the little blueberry up and down in his arms.
@Uriel1339 Marcus chuckled at the strange woman that had decided to sit next to him finding her energy somewhat similar to another woman he once knew. Though the woman he knew would never wear something like what this one is wearing or at least not in public. Back to the present the woman was asking him a question. "I've been called tough before." He said shrugging as he brought the glass to his mouth again. The woman then received her own drink made of a bunch of colors which she apparently liked maybe a bit too much given her reaction. "To each his own." He said rolling his eyes.
"Oh." Victor simply states after the rules where explained to him. Oh. Like kid excitedly tearing apart the wrapping on his gift only to discover pair of socks. Oh. Like man on a hunt approaching shaking bush noticing small mouse leaping out of it. Oh. Like conspiracy theorist opening the envelope of his developed photographs only to realize the unknown flying object was a old plastic bag twisting in the wind. So it's like old Battle-Pub? He thinks, with an expression like he would have bitten into something bitter or foul. Great. Victor walks to the counter, and absent-minded orders a drink. "Tankard of ale, doesn't have to be Fenrisian." Mere movement of moving the tankard up and down should be enough to allow his mind wander freely. So the arena is pocket dimension, an illusion, and this lounge they are is the real space? Or another group illusion. Meaning they could be held us prisoners somewhere else, unconscious. The arena itself is just entertainment to the master-mind or minds behind this elaborate operation. Fighting has no real meaning. Situation has changed. There is an option to leave. But you can't never return. So any of us inside won't know what is outside. Is it really a freedom? Or death? Are they here to express despair, forced to fight endlessly, while connecting with each other between? Or take the fights in here too, clouding the difference the arena and 'freedom'? That they would realize that this is just another layer of the maze they are stuck? Several characters comes to mind who enjoys the expression of emotions. Most of them are unable to express them themselves. Which is never good trait on your captor. What is the time-scale? How long have we been here? How long have I been captured, unconscious? There are many Astartes, their disappearance raises questions among their Brothers. Not all of them can be solitary type, rogues acting alone without contact to Command Squad. They would be searched for. Across the Sector? Across the Segmentum? There is no way we all are from same area. Tau. So we are gathered here and there. How? Warp? Dimension Ports? Take the door and find out. Victor glances at the said door, their free exit to the freedom and daily lives. It is calling. Rise, walk to it and be freed. Back to making use of your time, fighting for the Emperor. Battles that matter, not wasting your time with enemies that greet you after the battle. The paranoid Scout grabs his pinky finger and snaps the bone in half.
"Ah I get you, I get you. A different girl on your mind. She better be more attractive than I am." She winks at the man, emptying the drink she had, licking her lips slowly clean of an every drip. Once the glass was put down and she put a hand on his arm, to squeeze a muscle, she spoke with a wide grin. "You got tough muscles, alright. Name is Yriel. Daughter of Urtus Velodonus, Sorcerer of the Emperor's Children. Yours?" She thumbed the staff, while saying his name, of course nobody here really knew his soul was entrapped within her weapon, having fused with it before mortal death would find him. And the term 'Daughter' was also used rather loosely, but hey, a girl gotta impress a guy!
