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"Good night." Solaris said to Bruce with a small nod, before looking back up to Ragnar. "There is something I've been meaning to ask. Your eyes, and teeth, they look... animalistic. Not to mention your unusual size. So, if I might ask, what are you? Surely not human?"
"Eh, HUDs always sending me on these bullshit fetch-quests. I mean, how can this...'Drown me to Death' tape be so damn important?" Rex said with clear dissatisfaction as he read the movie's title before storing it away.
"Technically, it is marked as an optional objective."
"Shut the fuck up HUD."
"Technically, it is marked as an optional objective."
"Shut the fuck up HUD."
"Farewell." Ragnar nodded to Bruce as he left, then went to check the screen and see if he could see any activity. He stood with his armoured hands clasped behind his back, looking somewhat on edge.
"Call it blasphemy, but I must say I almost regret purging that Eldar monstrosity now." He remarked offhand. "In here, at least. Had I let it endure and challenged it in the arena instead, it might have made for a fair opponent." He groaned and looked back at the bar.
"And no real drink to be had either! What do humans do when they are not fighting? I don't remember it being so... uneventfu;!" When Solaris spoke, he turned to meet her gaze.
"Human? No, not really. Not any more at least. I was... until the sky warriors learned of my deeds in battle and on the hunt, and granted me the honour of ascension."
"Call it blasphemy, but I must say I almost regret purging that Eldar monstrosity now." He remarked offhand. "In here, at least. Had I let it endure and challenged it in the arena instead, it might have made for a fair opponent." He groaned and looked back at the bar.
"And no real drink to be had either! What do humans do when they are not fighting? I don't remember it being so... uneventfu;!" When Solaris spoke, he turned to meet her gaze.
"Human? No, not really. Not any more at least. I was... until the sky warriors learned of my deeds in battle and on the hunt, and granted me the honour of ascension."
"It's on my map, why wouldn't I get it? Besides, these things aren't usually so heavily guarded, and they're usually close to other objectives anyway." Rex tried to justify himself.
"So, you were altered in some way?" Solaris questioned as she made her way behind the bar, looking to the drinks. Not wanting to consume more alcohol, as she already had drunk three glasses, and with her small frame, questions would likely be asked when drinking more wouldn't make her any more intoxicated. Eventually settling on having tea, she poured water in a water cooker, and turned it on after some inspecing it, not used to modern appliances.
"And I won't shed any tears over the loss of the golem. That thing was likely a spy... As for what humans would do in their free time? Well, not sit around and drink all day. At least, I don't."
"And I won't shed any tears over the loss of the golem. That thing was likely a spy... As for what humans would do in their free time? Well, not sit around and drink all day. At least, I don't."
Ragnar nodded.
"Extensively, in every possible way. I have greatly increased muscle mass and bone density, two hearts, enhanced lungs, an augmetic kidney, various enhancements in my head, skin, just about everywhere you can think of. As is the case for every initiate when he is chosen to become a Space Marine, to give up his normal life in service of the Emperor of Mankind. As for the teeth and eyes, that is a trait specific to the Sons of Russ, the Space Wolves. The first step of our ascension is to drink from the Cup of Wulfen, to ingest the Canis Helix gene-seed. We are then sent out into the wilderness. If we survive the effects of the gene-seed, and all the perils of the wilds of Fenris, then our augmentation begins." He came to the bar as well and rummaged through the bottles, selecting one, and then setting it down again with a defeated expression on his face.
"Among our chapter we drink, feast and tell our tales and sagas when there is no battle to be had. When I was human... well, I don't really remember. Haven't been able to since training. But it probably involved drink too, as well as hunting, fishing, chasing after women. A typical Fenrisian boy's pursuits."
"Extensively, in every possible way. I have greatly increased muscle mass and bone density, two hearts, enhanced lungs, an augmetic kidney, various enhancements in my head, skin, just about everywhere you can think of. As is the case for every initiate when he is chosen to become a Space Marine, to give up his normal life in service of the Emperor of Mankind. As for the teeth and eyes, that is a trait specific to the Sons of Russ, the Space Wolves. The first step of our ascension is to drink from the Cup of Wulfen, to ingest the Canis Helix gene-seed. We are then sent out into the wilderness. If we survive the effects of the gene-seed, and all the perils of the wilds of Fenris, then our augmentation begins." He came to the bar as well and rummaged through the bottles, selecting one, and then setting it down again with a defeated expression on his face.
"Among our chapter we drink, feast and tell our tales and sagas when there is no battle to be had. When I was human... well, I don't really remember. Haven't been able to since training. But it probably involved drink too, as well as hunting, fishing, chasing after women. A typical Fenrisian boy's pursuits."
Solaris listened to Ragnar's explaination of what had been altered about him while the water boiled, her expression growing increasingly one of disbelief with every word Ragnar spoke. It sounds absurd... But it's good to know. I'll need to know where to strike, should I ever face him. "And these enhancements? The were done surgically, for the most part?" She asked after the water finished boiling, pouring the water in a cup, and dipping a tea bag in it. "And you say you've never had a moment's rest ever since becoming a... Space Marine? That sounds cruel, I must say..."
"Surgical, chemical, hypnotic and psychic therapy." He corrected Solaris. "I have had time to rest, but precious little of it. When I was at The Fang before coming here I'd been on active duty for 8 years. That is of little consequence though. Space Marines need little rest. We are perfectly engineered for battle. We are war incarnate. The Emperor's angels of death." He broke off his dark monologue with one of his wolfish grins. "And besides, I'm still a virile young lad by Adeptus Astartes standards. Barely 30 years in the chapter's service."
Finishing with moving the teabag around in the cup of water, Solaris threw the bag in a bin, added suger to the water and stirred it a bit, before turning around, and rested her left elbow on the bar counter, and resting her tilted head in the open hand, while leaning forward with subtle suggestiveness. "Hmm... That sounds as fascinating as it does terrifying, the enhancement that is. As for being a living instrument of war, well, it's not completely new to me. There are a handful of people like that on my homeworld, too." She commented, then took a small sip of her tea after blowing in the cup. "Thirty, you say? I had thought you were younger... Is decreased aging also a result of your enhancements?"
"Oh yes." Ragnar chuckled. "I am only a blood claw, which is to say, the youngest and least battle tested of my chapter.Once a battle brother manages to survive that, and the weak, stupid or unlucky have been weeded out, he progresses through the different titles of the Space Wolves. It is usual for a blood claw to become a grey hunter once he has more than a century of combat experience under his belt, and long fangs are usually two or three hundred years old. It has been known for a Space Marine to live for a thousand years and still appear as demigods to the common man. Excluding those who are granted the gift of being interred in a dreeadnought, of course. Such heroes of the Imperium remain in the Emperor's service for millenia. Some say that there are dreadnoughts alive today who fought alongside the Emperor during the Horus Heresy, over ten thousand years ago." His smile slowly faded away, to be replaced by a curious, searching gaze, his eyes seeming to pierce right through Solaris.
"What kind of people are these? And what is your homeworld? I have been wondering about that." In all this, Ragnar gave no sign of a reaction to Solaris's suggestive body language, though this was not to say that he had not noticed it. Inwardly, he allowed himself another wry grin at the idea of how he might once have reacted.
"What kind of people are these? And what is your homeworld? I have been wondering about that." In all this, Ragnar gave no sign of a reaction to Solaris's suggestive body language, though this was not to say that he had not noticed it. Inwardly, he allowed himself another wry grin at the idea of how he might once have reacted.
OOC: Too late for me to be getting into any new conversations, but @Gear, if Kenna sees Solaris and Ragnar, then she would undoubtedly notice some of the wolf-based insignias and embellishments on Ragnar's armour, and of course, the massive wolf pelt that is draped on it. The wolf's head which is still attached looked like a monstrous beast with daggerlike teeth and long, pointed ears, and had to have been almost the size of a bear.
"Milenia old... My..." Solaris said as she tapped the rim of her cup, seemingly impressed. Her expression changed, however, when Ragnar looked with a piercing gaze to Solaris. Not the kind of look she was hoping to get. Questioning me, are we...? Fine, I can play this game. "State alchemists. These are alchemists who've shown exceptional talent, and were offered the chance to serve in the military in exchange for prililaged information and other such perks. They're often called "Dogs of the Military", because the military practically holds them on a leash. The types of alchemy these people practise are varied, but each is a force to be reckoned with. As for where I'm from, the country of Amestris. I doubt you'll have heard of it, considdering it's dimensions away."