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*Hanna pauses and taps her finger on the kitchen bench*

*Her red and black eye constricts and her breathing jumps*

Hanna: I... I... N-no I can't. I-if I do... I don't know if I-I would b-be able t-to c-c-control myself...

*She takes a deep breath and her eye goes back to normal*

*Iris sighs and nods*
Iris: I understand. What about blood? Is it the flesh, or the blood you need? Or both?
*She pours out the coffee and hands some to Hanna then takes a seat at the table and pats the chair next to her*

*Hrorki grunts in irritation*
Considering that my own brother was threatened by it, I'd say that you should probably divulge why your own kind are trying to kill you. There's few enough of you as is, and you xenos protect each of your own like they were your children.
*shoots another glance at the corpse*
*idly contemplates shooting it once for good measure, as the only good xeno is a dead one in his book*

*Far, far away, in a comfortable home on a comfortable planet, Verdai Verviedi V stares at the ceiling*

Have you ever felt, that humans are utter bastards sometimes?

*In that same comfortable home, Taldeer looks over at Verdai and frowns*
Of course. Most humans ARE utter b******* 90% of the time, I've had a few hundred years to deal with them, and I can confirm that most of them are jerks.

I've met... a few... who are pleasant, I believe. A couple are neutral. There was a Federation command staffer on Vall...

*Pauses to grab a pressed coat and pull it on*

...she wasn't irritating, even when telling me to dig trenches with a laser projector, into hard-packed vacuum-hardened ice... must have been the shiny black leather cold weather uniform. Always was a fan of the Federation officer coats... when they had them.

Hm, hundred years? I never quite got your age, you know...

*Hanna takes the coffee*

Hanna: I-it's the flesh... I'm n-not a vampire, I'm s-something called a g-ghoul... Wade t-told me...

*She sips her coffee*

*Taldeer gives Verdai a warning look*
And you probably never will. Barring war or disease taking me, I can possibly live to hit ten thousand years old, and I very well intend to live to be that old.
*gives him another dangerous look at the mention of the command staffer*
I've also met a few who were better than most, but most humans nowadays are just not worth the genetic material that makes them up.
*sighs heavily*

That sounds like the sort of thing that needs a "back in my day" corollary, don't you agree?

*"Innocent" wink*

I intend to live... however long I can. I've already lived... six times longer than most people can be expected to. I don't intend on dying, and when I do die for the last time, it will be a worthy death. Three hundred fifty plus years has hardly left a mark!

*Taldeer gives Verdai a thorough once over*
Now THAT I can agree with.
*double meaning is strong with this one*
Although when I finally start getting up towards Eldrad's age, I really hope that I don't start getting up to the same BS that he is. I mean, for the love of Khaine, the man summoned a new God of the Dead for my race! He nearly broke Biel-Tan in half!

*Cheeks get a little bit of color*

Oh, stop it, you.

I certainly hope so. The current progression of events has become utterly nonsensical. I'm expecting a Mechanicus civil war between the traditionalist idiots and Cawl, any day now. Guilliman was... unexpected, as well.

*Taldeer sighs again and leans against the elegantly designed wall*
Apparently that was part of the plan as well, although what Rowboat Girlyman has to do with Ynnead is beyond my comprehension. But then again, I haven't examined the skein of fate in, what has it been, 5 years now? And I don't intend to ever again. Although a civil war between your Mechanicus factions is concerning to me, as that just might break the Imperium in two

It's... already broken. There's an enormous warp rift across the goddamned galaxy. I fear this is the end of the Imperium, but humanity shall endure. I know that I will.

*Leans back in chair and sighs*

I wonder what the... Room is doing? That was a nice place. It's been a few months, since we were there.

Well. I meant that figuratively. Your Mechanicus is almost the backbone of the Imperium, any major blow to them would disrupt nearly every other arm of the Imperium!
*she sighs*
As for the Room, I have no idea what they've been up to. I could have my Ranger friend take a few of her friends and pop in there through a Webway gate and see what's going on if you like.

*Iris nods and thinks*
Iris: Hmm..
*She frowns as she thinks then sighs and shakes her head*
Iris: I'm sorry Hanna... I just... can't think of anyone able to regenerate like you can...

*Hanna's eye slowly returns to normal as she ships her coffee*

Hanna: I-it's ok... I wouldn't w-want to hurt anyone a-anyway... N-not someone n-nice enough t-to let me... Eat them...

*Hanna's hand trembles slightly and she puts her coffee down*

*Aerin throws himself backwards as best he can to avoid the knife, and casts igni (fire wave)*
A: You'll see Cal soon.

*Iris puts a hand on Hanna's shoulder and squeezes*
Iris: Hey, don't give up hope. We'll find a way to get you fed, don't you worry.
*Iris yawns and stretches*
Iris: Mm... I'm tuckered out.. I think I'm going to hit the hay, but don't hesitate to come get me if you need something, okay dear?
*She gives Hanna a hug and turns to go to a bedroom and sleep*


*Black Hawk and Billy get burned badly*


*Merg is out wandering the area, hunting for something to do other than sit around and do nothing*


OOC: Sorry BJ, I'm honestly too tired think clearly enough to post for them rn. Imma sleep now

*Hanna hugs Iris back and gets a face full of "bountiful chest" and doesn't seem to mind*

*Hanna nods and waves to Iris then goes and makes another coffee*

Hanna: (I do have a way to stay fed...)

*Hanna bites her thumb and a large section of her hand, not out of hunger but to prove a point to herself.*

*Her hand starts to rapidly regenerate*

*Maria heads back to look for Gharn as important *

*Marla finishes up the surgury and walks by the room with milo and pauses kinda unsure what to do, knock or no knock*

...

*Marinalia has found 2-3 old shuttles they dumped when building base but most are utter trash and scrap metal at best *

*starts examining a damaged black passenger shuttle with least damage visible *

...

*Furia seems rather happy and waves over sat down having got Calluna a decent physical meal as magic is good but you need to eat too *

...

*Agmar wipes the blood off blade and looks down at the body*
*thinks a minute and looks at the symbols reconising none of them but its standard way*

Your people are not known to be so fractious.
Your sometimes called a dying race, to kill your own... Is ... Worthy of note to further invite the deathwolf...
My Brothers request is not without logic.

*Irilis shows no emotion*

His methods lack logic, and his pretenses are false. Information is a powerful weapon, and for you to have seen this is too much already.

*Hanna head off to her room to lie down*

*She gets to sleep and sleeps fairly well*

*Agmar replies calmy with a warning*
Your kind seem not to want to keep this secret Farseer.
Should your assassins harm others here your welcome will be have been well worn out.

They could of taken you any time. They chose now. Asaains rarely act without a greater purpose.

*Irilis' ire has clearly been raised*

My Kind? What would you know of my kind? You have so little understanding of that about which you speak, you are as a child. Your inability to interpret meaning is base even for your kind. The action of an assassin does not betray an intent to reveal information, usually quite the contrary.
My welcome here has never been, nor have I wished to stay, nor is my kind even aware that I am not alone. I suggest that you take your minuscule mental capacity, and - to use a human term - shove it where the sun don't shine.

The only greater meaning you need to be aware of is your own.

*Agmar bares fangs slightly reveling they 3 + centuries long*
Your arrogance will be your end. I heave learnt from here far more powerful beasts and beings have been seen In these lands than you.

*smells air carefully*
But.. A toxin... Upon a blade.
Smells similar to one used by a debased eldar, the sadistic reavers...

You have interesting enemies.

I shall see what this place offers brother.
*heads out to get some fresh air and see what this new place is like"

*Irilis finds Agmar to be pretentious, even by Eldar standards*

*To Hrorki*

Are all your "great heroes" like this one?

Is the backbone. Without them, Humanity would either... go back to the stone age or pull a magical ascent to technological supremacy, and... be eaten by daemons.

*Shakes head*

No need, I think. I was always... a proactive person. May as well... do it myself. Would you come with me, if I did so?

*Taldeer gives Verdai a level look*
You already know the answer to that Verdai, you don't need to ask.

*Hrorki rubs his face with his augmetic arm*
Disagreeing with your kind seems to be a common human condition I'm afraid...

*Nods solemnly*

Yes, of course. Still... always polite to ask. Even if I know the answer.

*Taldeer chuckles softly and lightly slaps Verdai on the arm*
You and your manners, you would give Craftworlders a run for their money with how polite you insist on being.
*she then turns around and picks up her shuriken pistol and examines it critically*