"Oh...Okay then...I guess that's true...So...all daemons want to kill each other?" Jean said.
We Are Our Avatars IV (Uh, closed for real now)
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"I'm going to choose to believe you. Be thankful for that." Etna said to Raven. She decided to not kill Raven over what she thought might have been an assassination attempt, as he hardly struck her as devious enough to try something like that. Then she walked past Raven and continued heading for the ship. She looked over her shoulder at Jean and said, "Only if there's a good reason to, like if someone's higher up on the ladder. Or someone's being annoying. Or owes us money and never paid up. Or..." Etna then went off to list nearly every reason demons killed each other. This took quite a bit of time. "...Or if it'd just be funny to do so at the time. So yeah, we don't all want to kill each other, just the ones we have good reason to want to kill."
"Well I'm just generally speaking. Every society has its outliers, of course. I've met demons that act like angels, and angels that act like demons. But yeah, you wouldn't last a second on a Netherworld." Etna replied as she walked into the ship through the cargo bay. She hopped up onto her treasure pile and sat down.
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Flonne was happy that Etna didn't kill Raven, because she thought he was nice. She decided to sleep outside for the night, so she curled up outside of Raven's tent and looked at the sky until she fell asleep.
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Flonne was happy that Etna didn't kill Raven, because she thought he was nice. She decided to sleep outside for the night, so she curled up outside of Raven's tent and looked at the sky until she fell asleep.
"...Right. Well, I'm going to bed. Goodnight Etna." Jean said as she went to bed with Phoenix.
OOC: Should get to bed...Goodnight.
OOC: Should get to bed...Goodnight.
"Clear!"
Scorch pressed himself against the bulkhead, and for a moment everything went white. Then he ran into the cell, and saw a fellow clone in armour sporting blood red paintjob, he wished it was paint anyway. The clone got on his feet and looked at Scorch.
[color=cc1100]"Great, rescued by you... I need to kill something, fast."[/color]
Scorch handed the clone a droid blaster.
"You'll have plenty of opportunties for that, psycho."
[color=cc1100]"I hope you're right about that..."[/color]
Scorch pressed himself against the bulkhead, and for a moment everything went white. Then he ran into the cell, and saw a fellow clone in armour sporting blood red paintjob, he wished it was paint anyway. The clone got on his feet and looked at Scorch.
[color=cc1100]"Great, rescued by you... I need to kill something, fast."[/color]
Scorch handed the clone a droid blaster.
"You'll have plenty of opportunties for that, psycho."
[color=cc1100]"I hope you're right about that..."[/color]
Lechthennian was not playing an instrument for now. He sat gazing at a holo-screen that contained one of the many legends of the Eldar. It was one of the last written, having been created moments after the Fall. Lechthennian's smile faded for a moment as he remembered that time before he was born. When She Who Thirsts came into being and drew the souls out of every Eldar within a billion light years with its first abyssal breath. The old empire was gone in a matter of heartbeats and the deathknell for the Eldar had been sounded.
His smile returned as he pushed the morbid thoughts from his mind, into a place where he kept all such thoughts to be confronted when safe to do so. The legend detailed how even Khaine's might could not vanquish She Who Thirsts and neither could the Darkling Prince destroy the War God utterly. While Khaine waa shattered and fell to the mortal realm, his iron fragments taking root in the craftworlds to form the Avatars, Cegorach the Laughing God survived the fall. While his fellow gods fought and died the mischievious Cegorach had fled into the webway and now only emerges to play his tricks upon the great enemy.
The screen deactivated and Lechthennian pocketed the device before looking up, his smile widening. A thousand black eyes seemed to leer at him, dark jewels that swallowed the light around them. He stood up and bowed before turning and striding merrily away.
His smile returned as he pushed the morbid thoughts from his mind, into a place where he kept all such thoughts to be confronted when safe to do so. The legend detailed how even Khaine's might could not vanquish She Who Thirsts and neither could the Darkling Prince destroy the War God utterly. While Khaine waa shattered and fell to the mortal realm, his iron fragments taking root in the craftworlds to form the Avatars, Cegorach the Laughing God survived the fall. While his fellow gods fought and died the mischievious Cegorach had fled into the webway and now only emerges to play his tricks upon the great enemy.
The screen deactivated and Lechthennian pocketed the device before looking up, his smile widening. A thousand black eyes seemed to leer at him, dark jewels that swallowed the light around them. He stood up and bowed before turning and striding merrily away.
Lechthennian sat and thought aloud.
"What place have a chanced upon then,
the troupe will pass and I will depart,
perhaps these people have fate on their side,
some Eldar go their entire lives without seeing the Dance Without End."
"What place have a chanced upon then,
the troupe will pass and I will depart,
perhaps these people have fate on their side,
some Eldar go their entire lives without seeing the Dance Without End."