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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 14, 2009 8:06:45 GMT -5
Drang watched as the Rogue Trader Captain strode away, the strange psyker looking back at them. For a moment, it was if Emir was standing there once again, the last time he'd seen her, two Pariahs - two of his own bastard kind! - dragging her away, there very touch like the cold hand of death to her, her grief mingling with his own, her pain becoming part of his own as he staggered to his feet, clutching at the ragged, fist-sized wound in his chest, staggering forward, feet so heavy, lungs almost empty, head swimming....
"The hell!" he cursed, a loud, savage cry that drew in the attention of everyone watching. He shook his head, blinked twice, hoping they'd dismiss him as a drunk, or another doped-up fool. Damn, damn, damn this business. He'd been barely able to stop himself. Again.
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Post by Sister Galatea(M.I.A) on Aug 14, 2009 16:11:55 GMT -5
Captain Halstern, his two comrades, Velladonna and a dozen or more passing Traders and crewmen glance over at the commotion brought about by the gathered members of the Blue Sun.
Halstern moves towards them. "You want to spend some time with her, do you?" He smirks, a secret smirk, and gestures. "Fine. Get her something to eat and drink, keep an eye on her. Make sure she is present at the dinner tonight. That is an order." He says this smoothly, but there does not seem to be any fear of having the psyker lost or stolen in his absence. "I have some business to take care of.."
With that, Halstern turns and tells a short, bawdy joke to his friends who laugh as though it were the most hilarious thing they had ever heard before. The three men shoulder their way through the crowds and vanish in the multitudes pouring from the docks.
Velladonna, a lock of hair falling across one green eye, peers up at the crewmen slowly. She seems so out of place here. Like a rose on a beach. A pearl in a coal mine. A bloody dagger in a church..
She speaks, her lips moving slowly as though the act of speaking were foreign to her. "Hello.." She murmers softly.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 14, 2009 16:53:25 GMT -5
Krull crosses his long arms lazily and watches Halstern with a tilt of his head. "Certainly Sir." he said in a crisp voice as the Captain walked away then began muttering to himself. "May as well get paid for gawking about...those bastard cheats in the galleys already fleeced my pockets on the damnable voyage over..." he clearns his throat and turns his head the other direction to look at the others, smiling faintly as he acknowledges the psyker before falling in line along with the rest of the little group. "Alright, tour guide..." he nods toward Reese. "where is the first stop?"
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 14, 2009 17:04:08 GMT -5
Determined not to let his sudden role as ringmaster of this freak show deter him, Reese clapped his hands together. "Well, I think we were off to the Shrine to Saint Sanguinius for a quick prayer and a chance to orient ourselves, then we can grab a bite to eat and go find some fun." He he bestowed a bright smile on the group, the Psyker included, although he was careful to avoid eye contact, as usual. "How does that sound?"
Reds
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 14, 2009 17:18:59 GMT -5
"Delectable. I never had the priviledge of working with Sanguanius, but I was fortunate enough to do two...no, three operations with his sons. Good fighters too. Gave those Black Legion Bastards a good hiding while we knocked out their heaviest troops" intoned Drang, eyes not leaving the psyker.
"You a'right lass?" he said, a soft, surprisingly warm burr entering his voice, almost as if something had coated his voice in a glossy, rich laquer of premium Amsaac.
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 14, 2009 18:03:30 GMT -5
Rayet shrugged.
"Not like I have anything better to do...."
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Post by Melissia on Aug 14, 2009 19:17:39 GMT -5
"I approve of such a schedule." At the very least, she thought, having the medic around, and Drang and the kid, would keep her safe from the ruffians that often came to such a place-- certainly a boon she was not about to go without.
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Post by Aeon on Aug 14, 2009 23:05:11 GMT -5
Light Arett caught up with the group, ignored, as usual. He would have to prove that he was capable of holding a coherent conversation with normal people. Well, as normal as this crew got. The only person he felt pity for was the psyker, who would shiver in his presence, detached temporarily from the warp.
He did his best to stay far away from her...
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Aug 15, 2009 3:03:35 GMT -5
Krull couldn't help chuckle briefly at the medic's seemingly cheery attitude "what ever you say Doc" he said absent mindedly as his eyes wandered around the group. He heard Drang's comment and glanced at him with both brows raised, now he had heard some bluster in his time but that one was so outrageous that it could even possibly be true.
"Glad to have you with us. You know I heard there was greenskins about...one look at you and I'm sure those savage brutes will be lining up to have a swing at you, this oughta be fun huh?" He says with a genuine smile that makes it impossible to tell if he is being serious or sarcastic. Krull gave a look toward Shariss and bowed his head slightly. "Ah, Hello...forgive me I haven't introduced myself yet...my name is Asmodeus Krull. Just another of the captain's hired thugs...and I assure you I will try not to offend your lady like sensibilities on this little trip. I'll do my best to show a little restraint."
"Same goes for you as well of course." He says as he gives Velladonna a sideways smile then peers over at Rayet and merely chuckles. Asmodeus suddenly feels a chilled sensation and then a stabbing ache in his chest as Arett appears near by. The gunman lifts his hand and gives the mysterious man a lazy wave. "Coming along to pay your respects to the saint as well I see...well, nice to have you along." he says while trying to sound as serious as possible.
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Post by Aeon on Aug 15, 2009 3:24:44 GMT -5
Dark Arett clawed away from the inside, aching to lash out at the man, to punish him for no reason at all. The good Arett restrained him.
"Good evening to you...Krull, right?"
"Yes, I'm going to pray at the alter of Sanquinius...he deserves that much from me, at least..."
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 15, 2009 16:11:07 GMT -5
"Alright, now that everyone is friends, let's get moving, huh? Lots of exciting stuff to do, not much time to do it." He began to herd the group toward the shrine, privately cursing whatever impulse had made volunteer to take the Psyker with them. They gave him the willies.
Reds
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 15, 2009 16:50:22 GMT -5
"Mkay", mumbled Drang. His eyes had yet to leave the psyker.
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