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TW - Blood Also almost dead dove with mature themes. Its short words ramble that i tried wording as much clean as possible but still visit if you're an adult.

Kunrad x RT Heretic before game events. Not one shot thing just a small paragraph of words

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Kunrad felt the heavy headache. A way to start a day. Bolt pistol beside him with used bullets scattered the ash stains on the sheets and corpses all around more notable the Viscount being around them.

The Scenery isn't normal even in the context of it being usual espionage missions of Theodora's 'whispers of quick termination' literally.

What even is more bregugdlingly sour under his throat, is he did it with the man with heavy long red locks just casually using his lhos sticks with a heavy amesac in the early morning. The man on the balcony turns their head smirking his eyes devoid of pity on their view seeing kunrad now Bare, wounded and bloodied only using the sheets as bondages and its even obvious intentional they did it badly making him lost blood.

"Good morning, My little Serpe. Have good night sleep?"

"If you mean by being stabbed and get smothered by you by my target and you. I indeed get a very light sleep. Vincenzio truly you are helpful"

Kunrad said sarcastically as he tried to move. His body sings of pain straight on his buttocks and wounds. Kunrad dares not to say 'Sore'.

The Man on the balcony Vicenzio, gave wicked grin and chuckled, Entertained and Feeling Good of constant pain he can see his Cousin tried to hide.

"Your praise doesn't meet your eyes cousin. I remembered your enjoying our 'once in a lifetime event' espionage mission on the bed. In God Emperors name i remember you enjoying our little play with the viscount "

Kunrad sneered as he tried now getting his outer garments to dress.

"I dont recall Using a Bolt pistol as a toy fun on bed."

Kunrad recalls the recent night as he moves his hand and expressed disgust, But Vincenzio knows the way the Master of Whispers sway their hips and carrassed on their bottom that even in pain. The cute 'Serpe' of his enjoy their special nightly session with Viscount as a bonus.

Vicenzio hopes, whatever Afterlife the Viscount goes suffer but also enjoy their last moments of making them feel what Vicenzio feels.

And that's the feeling of the taste of power of Overwhelming a unique specimen that is his Cousin sharing the same blood the wench he in his core hates.

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From Dnd group sessions turned into short writing form.

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"Wake up blue woman!"

The blond haired Goliath screamed as she carried a bucket of water to wake up her Water Genasi companion. She doesn't know however the implication on the tentacled woman's open statement of disliking getting wet. To the Goliath she does what her people do usually on the outlands.

'Wake up and be alert, to wake up comrades in need of battle' A mantra this Goliath has forgotten from certain events but her way of thinking has been instilled in her as a child, an unescapable mark before her mind had claimed by stagnation.

She sways her strong arms as she waves the waters, splashing on her sleeping hungover companion.

She waited expecting the blue woman to be wide awake forgetting the blue woman, might actually be enraged.

But what happened is no widening eyes...No..Screams the Genasi usually does. Instead its whimpers, pathetic whimpers.

The Blue woman is on trance that seems like she can't get out. It seems shes having a nightmare. Her own vision filled with blue, cold...suffocating and serene and yet unmovable.

She had heavy breaths, feeling her scaly throat constricting, tears on her eyes started to swell. Her words a mumur a plea once words she had told before never wanting to go back.

The Goliath was confused, as they tried to violently shake the genasi. But it made things not able to get out the genasi woman in trance.

"OI Blue woman! Wake up!"

The Goliath said on loud sound, that can be heard on the inn walls. The Goliath starts to panic.

"What have you done?"

The Goliath woman heard a voice they just meet today. A tan skinned male, white curly hair and burn scars. Their voice firm as of anger and subtle hints of worry. They didn't wait for the goliath to say something as the man walks forward hurriedly wave his hands as fluid as waves and get the water from the genasi. He then gave a soothing carress on their back.

The Goliath sees all this, is this same person had genasi said to be their nemesis, but what she saw as if not how nemesis acts but more likely with affection.

The man looks at goliath with subtle anger but they tried to sound restrained so in flow.

"Have you not been told by Flarine, she hated water? Why now in cruelty had you dump water on her?"

"But thats how i remember how we--"

"Enough, we will discuss this tomorrow. Ill handle this."

The Goliath groans and nods as they leave intent on telling this to their soldier friend later. The Man, continue making Genasi stable and when Genasi finally opens their eyes and saw the despicable worshipper of umberlee she scowled.

"You."

The Man smiles on relief as he smirked.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing here?!"

She demanded as he gave small smile.

"I prevented the case of your death."

"You dint help me and i bet the felt of water on my body is your doing!"

"No, or in fact your Giant of a companion did."

Flar stares trying to geuss if hes lying. But even how much she tries to peer she knows it isnt him. Hes smug smile and calm exterior had made her know the man is as flowing on life but also flowing on narcism.

"If that's the case, that's fine i still trust her more than you."

The Man almost emit a sound of protest but he restrained himself.

"Whatever, and Flar please trust me.. ill tell all tomorrow what will happen and it will get things clear why the guy you work with is imprisoned with me"

The Genasi dint say any word as The Man sigh in defeat.

"Have good night sleep flar"

The Man stands retreating on the room. The Genasi sneered as she rudely gave gestures of 'shooing' on her hands as she gave a single response.

"I wish, you dont"

Her room inn door closes.

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Original Ocs but Calcazar is only canon char | sneak peak/wip for long process gift on my friends oc chars.

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A Telepath and a Diviner, Two Acolytes For now stayed on the Voidship that Lord Calcazar is currently aboard in with his people who served him. Their stay is temporary as both are still owned by fellow friend of Lord Calcazar’s friend, Lord Laurencio Af Calaxis from Segmentum Ultima sector, their friendship starting Schola Progenium and even wanted to be together with same Ordo but Alas as Lord Calcazar has been assigned by Ordo Xenos, Francio on Ordo Hereticus, But this doesn't stop them meeting time to time.

Reasons of the two psykers in question, as Lord Laurencio is currently visiting to Koronus Expanse from Imperium as both friends once again trying to catch up. Their words more so about the Inquisition and commands from Holy Terra and Lord Laurencio mention of his daughter who is having problems with her fiance as Lord Calcazar berates him as his daughter old enough to deal with Laurencio's wife business on the Forge world of Antax.

While The Telepath and Diviner, Both twins who at the same time get psyker awakening only at the young age of 10 and miraculously surviving both on the Trials of Black ship. These two being in sync on predictions and how the telepath discerns it before it happens had impressed Lord Laurencio to recruit them. The Twins by their Lord Inquisitors Command, to present his Acolytes not just the Devoted servants and wrath of the Holy Emperor. but known as well to entertain. His way to ease and win such targets that needed reeling it up and to squeeze what he wanted.

But now, this command is not for that. it's just simply for entertaiment, they called on the bridge who is willing to have read. As the Telepath has a small metal box on their hand and revealing cards with unique illustrations, and to all who sees this it's obvious the common cards are Emperor Tarots, A Common item used for leisure on every walks on imperium and most notably on the battle field a fitting object to carry by this twins.

“By request of Lord Laurencio Af Callaxis, of the Ordo Hereticus, the Fist of the Segmentum Ultima. For those who want to read, please step forward.”

The room got quiet, the notion of fortune reading and the context of a telepath near them instead of just Diviner is unsettling with minds swirling, different perspectives but one conclusion on their mind in synch of suspicious to the telepath nearby, if they would use their abilities from immaterium knowing their secrets and might even executed on the spot for a simple idea that is almost taboo on such brutal and sensitive regime and especially on the presence of two lords who serve the Ordo Xenos and Ordo Hereticus.

for a few minutes, no one stepped in. places are all quiet. So quiet in fact the two Lord Inquisitors stop talking. Lord Laurencio speaks first.Trying to at least get the mood livelier, feeling a little guilty and embarrassed that his supposed courtesy for his friend is making the bridge quieter than he intended.

“ Sons and Daughters of Imperium, If I may–”

Before he can say more, Lord Calcazars heavy arm gently put on his old friend's shoulders as he had an idea who to volunteer. an idea came from events a few days ago.

“If i may old friend, I have an idea that wants a reading,” He paused and then he points his arms on the crowd and more so pointed to a person nearby a door who seems mood is sour.

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Heinrix on Couch Jail (Incomplete also im just dumping it here since i wont be completing this.)

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It's been weeks now and neither He and  The Rogue Trader are talking.

It wasn't always like, The Rogue Trader always initiates their talks and always the one touching him, remembering how warm and for the first time he can consider it a delight than his more previous years being dragged and pulled and not those slow tender carreces he's  been counting on his mind never wanting to forget.

He's actually slowly getting used to the foreignness of getting attention and he relishes as much as he can for fear that someday all of this is just end. After all this was a temporary duty set by Xavier and he knows he need to steel himself for unexpected departure when that time comes.

Oh how he wish it wasn't a case, and how he wish he dint do anything stupid, is it stupid? But perhaps he could say that with those touches and whispers he always receives now depraved and he's slowly losing his mind as he tried to feel comfy on this couch barely accommodating his height.

That stupid feline, or more accurate a 6ft tall Janusian-Lacerax getting entertained on the bed and being seated by the Rogue Trader and Yrliet as the Xenos tried to give advices to his Lord Captain how to take care the beast.

He sneered, It should've been him on that couch being starred in adoration from a rogue trader but the subject changed and its this beast of no business being here receiving those attention. How that beast wags it multiple tail and it made him groan more in anger turning his gaze away from them.

“Calm yourself Van Calox, Your more better than this”

He told himself, He should act more better than jealous love sick man, hes better than that. But its been a week and hes not sure he can endure more to the Rogue Trader’s Silent treatment.

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“ Elantach, I must go please keep in mind not to touch its snout too much, it will mistake it as a prey Elan– Nevermind”

The Eldar sighs as she sees the Rogue Trader still patting the beast snout despite her multiple warnings. It confuses her how monkeigh, specifically from Imperium's fascination to take care this sacred beasts at home and yet doing it in a way they will surely endanger themself like what they call “patting” why their fascination to touch anything is beyond to her Asuryani mind.

Yrliet just shrugged her head and addressed the Rogue Trader once more.

“Then i'll be going out Elantach take care…”

The Rogue Trader looks at her and nods acknowledging them leaving and waves as Yrliet starts to turn and walks to the suite halls as her peripheral vision sees the Stern Monkeigh.

Slouched and glaring in the direction of the Rogue traders hall door. She has no business to care and whatever Monkeight mating rituals going on between him and Elantach is best for her to avoid.

But today perhaps she will intervene and remind this monkeigh to ease the soul of both of them. Being hailed from races of attuned with the warp and themselves she thinks this tension between them is absurd and it irks her how the stench of Sai’lanthresh is getting more apparent to this monkeigh

The longing, The Desire and Anger and Emotions of Ravaging she wants to puke and her headspace filled with slight fear, the Third Eyed Monkeigh was more worse she admits compared to him it was slightly manageable but she would try it now, Just for the Elentach sake, she reasoned.

Yrliet now stops near his vision and he looks up still having soured frown from his face and his attention shifts from her being curious and confused why Eldar decided to stop on his way.

“ Xen- Lady Yrliet what a surprise! What can i do for you?”

Henrix voiced greeting in away slight polite but Yrliet knows the man tone is different from the greeting. He is annoyed, and she's now used to the Disdain this monkeigh has for her and she could say the feeling is mutual.

“ Monkeigh, As always your mind is filled with Sai’lanthresh…”

“ I already heard you from Janus, surely your not just reminding me to compare again from the Archenemy.”

The monkeighs words is slightly getting impatient, and yrliet knows she must get straight to the point.

“ No, I'm here in front of you for other matters, the matters of you and Elantach… recent silence..”

Heinrix looks at her more surprised the Xeno would even say that as if almost concerned. Perhaps he reacted a little harshly on his tone and he slouched his expression turned to weary tired and looks at her with now slightly thawed of animosity willing to listen but he decide another berating from this xeno and he would walk away.

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The white haired curled Drow looks at Shadow hearts tormentor

Viconia Devir, The woman who had been Shadow hearts Mother Superior. Who had been revealed Shadowhearts No, Jenevelle Hallowleaf kidnapper the woman who made his friend miserable. He only glares on the woman barely chipping away his chains he tried to ignore. The whispers of blood and skulls to tear shars servant left and limb. No forgiveness on his eyes.

The Mother Superior however sees him. Strong and sharp chin and eyes and yet the creases of dimples and long hair had reminded her on whisp of familiarity.

"Stop this at once shar witch, we will save my friends mother, Shadowhearts let me lend a hand please."

His voice is so silk like spiders web, The way he talks still as if smoothest even his anger and eyes of anger with hint kindness only reserved by few but not forward her but now forward on her traitorous ward.

It felt stirred in her heart, familiarity and nostalgia. Not all drows are the same and neither she had been fond of a drow since her brother and closest was drizzt.

No it wasn't them and its been a century since she saw a pattern that someone gave her before.

Her mind should be focusing to teach Shadowheart a lesson not to remiscent back what she already lost.

A swing of his staff no care morality but his own code of nature and his dimples oh so familiar squished on his always smile. Even how many times she had lessened him, he looked at her like nonchalant male dog to his master. How pathethic, how Annoying.

How nonsesical charming.

It's really ridiculous on the service of Shar she always comeback on the time she was accused of murder and seeing him again doing wrong choice for her to accompany them

Oh how ironic she sees a mirror of this young man of him. She hopes she can take it out and snuff it again on her heels.

And yet her mind still lingers if there's a spark of hope from Shar's loss if the two of them still live somehow somewhere...