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[Darth Revan]

Parker watches as the vampiric soldier orders her specialty and downs it. "If not for all that slime, you'd think it was full of hot air, huh?" Parker finally breaks eye-line with the monster and holds his hand out , "I'm Parker. That's a sick sword, where d'you get something like that?"

[Shenmue654]

Mar nods rather calmly. This creature is far less confusing to him than nearly everything else that's happened. "Yes, I play the Game. But if you really come from the Warp then this is not your home territory, nor is it mine. I came here from elsewhere for approximately the same reason you did. Out of interest in the myriad of unusual souls in the region. Although also to settle an affair with something that is Mine. Things seem to have gotten more complicated since. I will stay in this abominable shape for longer than I'd planned, apparently."

For some reason, when Mar's near Khazrak he looks far less solid. It's as if his form is wavering in and out of place, his aura stronger than before.

Mar smirks. "Interesting. You're born of Chaos, then. You destabilize practically any energy field in your wake. You did make sure not to kill any of the people of most interest just yet?"

[Agent X]

"Oh I know that jerk could kill us all quick enough. But fortunately- or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it- it seems to like hearing itself talk more than it likes fighting. It wants an audience." She rolled her eyes and decided she might as well ignore the beastie outside for now.  X gripped his armored hand and shook it, keeping the bottle safe in her other hand. "I'm Agent X. And thanks, the sword was... a gift. Of sorts. Had to kill a real big monster to get my hands on it. Among other things. It's one of a kind. Literally." Otherwise she wouldn't have had to go on the intense quest to grab it, made even more difficult by the fact that her demon boss had to be kept from knowing what she was up to.  On a normal day she'd delight in describing how the sword was made and all the crap she went through to get it and the fight she'd used it in, how she finally broke free.  But having almost been made a sockpuppet again was putting her off.

She changed the subject. "How about you? That's some shiny armor you've got there." A pause. "Y'know, I think I've seen something like it before, not in this universe... Oh yeah. A military force originally designed to quell civilian rebellions. Like some kind of space cops." She raised an eyebrow at him. Was he one of them? She forgot what they were called.

[Six]

“Of course I come from the Warp! A Lord of Change does not come from the Mortal coil” Now here was a creature it could have an excellent conversation with, such an interesting aura, not to mention

“Born of Chaos thus I shall return to Chaos when my Time is done”
The Daemon smiled humorlessly at the immortal “I must say that no, I did not kill any here, rather glad I didn’t then I wouldn’t have had such entertainment”

The Daemon paused, seeming to consider the time “Speaking of Time. Mine here is almost done”

Khazrak winked conspiringly at the other “I’m due to be destroying an army of the Imperiums Corpse God soon, Space Marines I think” It waved an hand and a vertical slash appeared in the air, widening to become a Portal to another Universe, one of Eternal War.

“Still I think I have a good few minutes left, and I would like to know who it is that I am talking to, this Daemon is known as Khazrak”

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((We now have at least four good old-fashioned katana in the futuristic space-bar.  XD  And maybe a wakizashi depending on the make of the shortsword Mar picked up. :p ))

Ossanlin glances at Mar as he approaches the Devourer and halts several feet back, not particularly sanguine about getting too close.  He directs a private thought-speech to Mar.  It may be possible for Khazrak to hear, but he didn't say anything of particular interest.  <<No one of interest has been destroyed Mar.  I had hoped you would be able to shed a bit of light here.>>  His main eyes focus on the Devourer.

<I'm glad that you enjoyed our little sortie, and I am pleased that you did not destroy anyone as it seems you are so capable of doing.  I am Ossanlin, if a name is important.  Yes it is my true name, but not all of it.  I shall leave it at that for now.  You are correct in your assumption that this place is interesting.  Many strange and powerful beings are drawn here for some unknown reason.  I'd say it is more than interesting enough to preserve.  If your goal is to observe and watch, then certainly you may.  Perhaps you would even find it more interesting to experience it in a semi-mortal form, such as my friend.>  Ossanlin indicates Mar with a hand.  <You might find the experience novel, and you would experience the place and the beings within from a much more natural viewpoint.>

Everything that Ossanlin said was true and the Devourer would find the words so.  Ossanlin kept a careful guard on his emotions and reverted somewhat to the natural haughtiness of his original race.  <You have everyone on edge, and for good reason.  They would relate to you much better in a somewhat...shall we say...lesser form.  A merited consideration that you may wish to give some thought to.  My friend can relate and could give you some insight, if you are at all interested.>  Ossanlin didn't mention Mar's name...even if that was not his name, Ossanlin had no right to give it.  He was also careful not to show humility or weakness, his only purpose was to convey an air of wisdom and knowledge...someone who knew he had brought a steel blade to a shredder fight, but was confident about the outcome.  Confidence.  Yes the daemon had great abilities, probably greater than his own, but addressing it as an equal might earn a bit more respect, and every ounce was worth its effort.

[Agent X]

((Minor correction- AX's sword is... Sort of more like Cloud's buster sword from FF7. Huge and meatcleaver-like in a how-the-hell-does-she-even-lift-that-effing-thing kind of way. XD But yes, yay swords!))

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Oh, sry AX, I was thinking Blade-type curved sword.  My bad.  :p  (I know Blade's sword was straight, leave me alone.)  :p))

[Six]

((I'll post soon, then get my Daemon to leave and assume a more...non-hostile creature))

[Six]

“Ah so it speaks! Oss-an-lin, interesting although clever not to give a Greater your full True-Name, I must admit that I didn’t give you my True-Name, it cannot be said in any tongue other then that of the Daemon”

Khazrak smiled to itself, it almost hoped that they would use the name it had given them, and it would be so satisfying to know that it had pulled the strings of another Gods servant.

“This one does not think it will ‘experience’ anything in a Mortal form, to do that would require a willing Host, and no Host ever survives being Possessed by a Greater for more then a few minutes” Although it might force a Slaaneshi Daemon into an unwilling host just to see both scream in torment.

“I do think I shall go, I may come back some other time. Although I shall send a few of my ilk here for some fun.” It chuckled
“Lesser of course, I shall not be letting another Greater know about this, at least not a Greater of the other three Chaos Gods”

It gave a little inclination of its head to Ossanlin and the Immortal
“Try Summoning Kha’rathmar sometime! He’s an excellent sparring companion! If an ill-tempered Servant of the Blood God”

With that the Lord of Change stepped through the Gateway, closing it behind itself, and then it was gone no trace but the memories of those who had met it.


OOC:
[spoiler] Ah, that was fun, I shall bring Khazrak back sometime!
But for now, Engineer it is, and maybe something else, later[/spoiler]

[Myitt]

Corliss scowls, keeping his Dracon in his left hand and pulling the comm link out with his right.  He walks past the demon and the others and into the bar, sitting down near Agent X but totally engrossed in his phone call.

His conversation was entirely in Yeerkish, for once.  "What's going on?" he demands.

In a moment Myitt's voice comes back, "Oh, we're having lots of fun.  I'm covered in dirt and engine grease, and I'm surrounded by Taxxons.  Why don't you join us?"

"I need to fix the Skimmer, not to mention your ship is still here, doesn't it need a ****ing babysitter?"  There were some things simply better left to an expressive language like English.

"It's not a bad idea," Myitt muses.  "Just be careful."

"Your friends are here.  I think I'll be fine."

Myitt laughs.  "That depends on which friends."

[Hunter]

"Hey," Hunter manages to mumble as they leave the ship "Thanks." With that, he props himself up against the wall that the medbay bed has been placed against. Taking his combat knife from it's sheath, he starts to cut at the fur that is near the acid wound. "This is useless" he said to himself. Looking on a nearby table, he sees a pair of surgeons scissors.

Picking them up, he cuts the burned shirt around th area, uses the scissors as a pair of tweesers and gets a few pieces of shirt out of the wound. painfully unhooking his shoulder holster, he takes it, and his shirt off, tosses them both on the bed next to him. Reaching to grab a bandage that was given to him, he tears the sterile pacaging open, and starts to wrap his side and around his torso in the bandage. "Damn, i'm glad that I took that short medic course back home!" he said with a chuckle. Standing up, he placed his flexi-pad in the back pocket of his pants, slid the holster back on, placed the gun back in it, and went out to ask if they had any morphine.

"Hey, buddy! I didn't catch your name." He said to the one who had helped him. Limping up to them, he stood off to one side, and asked "You wouldn't happen to have any morphine, would ya? That and a new shirt?"

[Kit Cloudkicker]

Shal shrugs, and follows the others into the bar. She steps just inside the door. She pulls herself up into the rafters, and perches there, watching the other bar patrons from her usual perch just above the main enterance.

[Chad32]

"I'm unsure what morphine is." Temrash said. "Come to think of it, I don't think I handed you any pain killers. Zoshonel, why don't you grab some? And go watch Ardiss. I'll call if I need anything."

"Sure, sure. You want anything?"

"Nah. My wounds are lesser, and I'm a tough old bugger."

Zoshonel went to his own ship and grabbed something he would more easily identify than something in Temrash's ship. He handed it to Hunter.

"Glad everything turned out all right, though I would have enjoyed fighting by Jagill's side again."

[Shenmue654]

Mar watches as the demon exits through the portal, looking significantly relieved. He couldn't have told that creature his name or things would have gotten rather complicated. Besides...it would be unwise to speak one's real name aloud, let alone to a demon of a Highest from that violent reality. Although he might've laughed at how far I've forced myself down. Admittedly, I would kill to be doing what he's doing right now. Instead of this.

Mar then walks towards Ossanlin with relief in his voice and says, "Believe it or not, I'm glad that you're intact. You might be wholly the enemy of the forces I find myself associated with, but I was inside your head. That creature comes from a reality where the Mortal population is locked in constant, miserable war across the stars. It's a terrible place and an absolute breeding ground for sadistic Higher beings like that fellow. The Warp is a location, not a transport device. I've been in that place once, and have some fond memories."

Mar shrugs, pacing back and forth. "I don't have what you'd call a permanent home in any reality. Just stopping places. It's my miserable lot."  

((Bwahaha, Khazrak's from the Warhammer universe! Probably one of the nastiest dystopias ever conceived in terms of overall outlook, so it's sort of no wonder it has very unpleasant parties involved. ))

[Breekan1]

Breekan sighed as the creature disappeared. He made his way down to the galley to retrieve Keirdan. "The nasty non-person's gone, cap'n. Wanna go say hi to sis?"