A slightly smaller Mess

Vee nodded saddened by this fact.

Siv : so what did you want max?
Siv asked looking through the inventory slip.

Rob: I can help with that you know

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Max: The usual: weapons, armour, black market goods, etcetera

Vee hesitates " n-no I don't think I'll take it '

Siv: but that's no fun why not ask for something more rare?

Rob: Alright

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Max: Like?

Vee nods hiding behind Emma

" I don't know maybe xeno tech "

Rob: I guess we'll need to find somewhere to leave the children

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Max: Go on...

" you know what I got something better , I know you like polearms but I got one made the same way as a power axe ."

Max: Nice!

Emma: Don't think it'd be a good idea to just leave them if I've been asked to look after them.

Rob: Which is the problem

*tyren sits back on his knees, with a concerned expression on his face*

*caiber wakes up to see Clarissa standing over him, holding one of his wrists*

the girl doesn't look up

Caiber:...well that was...unusual

Tyren: *He speaks in a soft, reassuring tone.* "Its alright to cry."

Laurence: "First trip to the warp. Surprised you havent thrown up yet."
*Caiber feels the overwhelming urge to show everyone his breakfast. He notices clarrisa offering him a bucket.*

"No...no it isn't...it's weak" note tyren notices something engraved on her mechanical arm. it's the unbreakable litany

Caiber manages to hold it down

Tyren: "You're not in battle. It's alright to be weak now, you can't always be strong."

Laurence: *Starts laughing at the face he's making* "I remember my first time."

"I have to be. I...I will be"

Caiber: oh?

Laurence: "All over the walls."

Tyren: "Astartes who think that way break eventually. It's better to let it out."

Caiber:...fun

"no...no i'm better than this..."

Tyren: "No one is here to see you. Just an old space marine."

Laurence: "Well, thus ends your education."

"Doesn't matter"

Caiber:... so what the fuck did I do in there?

Laurence: "Chatted to a daemon. And watched me kill a greater daemon.... i mean he'll be back in a month or so."

Tyren: *he sighs* "You have a lot to learn..."

Caiber:...you said I helped you....

"Doubt I'll live long enough"

Laurence: "You did something to weaken him... not a bloody clue what though."

Tyren: "I think you might."

Caiber:...the fuck...

"What?"

Laurence: "Something to do with the shadow i would think."

Tyren: "You have your mother and i looking out for you. That counts for something."

Caiber:...no...I'd realise it if it was. *Laurence senses something....psychically different about caiber*

"No....I...Don't want you to..."

Laurence: "Hmn..." *observes said change more carefully.*

Tyren: "Just because of the colours i wear?"

*it seems...although it's hard to tell due to shadowy nonesense...that caiber may be developing psychic potential and abilities*

"Because of the people you fight and have fought for."

Tyren: *he spits on the floor, it hisses, and starts eating into the deckplate* "I don't fight for anyone anymore. And i fought for the people."

Laurence: *he chuckles* "Well well caiber, welcome to the team." *turns to clarrisa* "You see it too?"

she doesn't reply

Caiber:...what?

Tyren: "The high lords can hang for all i care." *He's getting a little angry*

Laurence: "You're a psyker."

she doesn't reply again

Caiber:...okaaaay what

Laurence: "You're developing psychic potential. Not a huge amount yet, but a good amount."

Tyren: "Sending billions of good men to die on pointless bloody battlefields..." *he breathes deeply out of his nose.*

Caiber: huh

"...I saw an exterminatus once"

Tyren: "I've seen too many. Billions burn for some inquisitors satisfaction."

Laurence: "we'll have to look into it more."

"It was....rough. It's what made me decide to take the pilgrimage."

Caiber:....yeah

Tyren: "The pilgrimage?"

Laurence: "You might be more useful than i thought..."

OOC: you wanna get to battle-ing soon?

"To Medrengard"

Caiber:....hooray

OOC if ya wants ta

Tyren: "I've not been to a daemon world. Made a point of avoiding them in fact."

Laurence: "Aren't i lucky."

"it was....dangerous"

Caiber: massively.

Tyren: "I can imagine."

Laurence: "I have a genestealer hybrid. and a psyker. Perhaps you'll make a half decent protege."

"But...I got what I needed from the journey."

Caiber:...*pretend cheer*

Clarrisa: "So... Are you two going to leave, or should i put the kettle on?"

Tyren: "That being?"

Caiber: depends on whether you'd rather we leave or stay.

"That's...kind of personal"

Tyren: "Of course... I don't know the... mechanics behind that kind of thing."

Clarrisa: "well. i have a slamming headache, thanks to a giant blue bird."

"What?"

Caiber: Don't suppose we could help with that.

Tyren: "The kind of thing you would go to a daemon world for... Besides killing daemons."

Clarrisa: "Not really. Warp induced migraines are a bitch."

"well...you know what's there, don't you?"

Caiber: we'll leave you be then.

Tyren: "That particular world..." *he thinks for a moment. Then looks at her* "No. You didn't."

Clarrisa: *is already in the kitchen, talking to herself about tea.*

Laurence: *Ushers him out*

"I didn't?"

Caiber leaves in that case