[ That twitch of his lips makes Marazhai want to rip them off, but he holds back his simmering temper. There's a better opportunity at hand that he doesn't want to spoil, after all. The returned question may be stiff and carry the weight of an "absolutely not", but as attuned to emotions as he naturally is, he knows it won't be. It's much like the Rogue Trader, in fact. He can feel the disgust and displeasure, but it's not so extreme as to leave Marazhai to his own devices and overlook it.
...Of course, their Rogue Trader had more than simply that. There was curiosity, and that was a feeling that he had every intention of digging into, in time. For now, though. It seems he'll need to sate Heinrix's particular "hunger" first. ]
Ha— What fun. I almost look forward to seeing you squirm under such responsibility.
[ Marazhai's posture relaxes. It seems that he's gotten everything he wanted out of this conversation, even if Heinrix had been the one to approach. Whatever further conversation they have, Marazhai won't be nearly as engaged.
It's only a few days later that their business in this sector is finished up, and the Rogue Trader sends out the call to prepare for a warp jump. It's always a busy time on the ship, even before the Drukhari's arrival, but that business had once been relegated to the officer's deck and the more middle decks. Now, the lowest decks tended to become their own sort of activity. There had only been a few jumps since Marazhai was allowed his hunts, but even the first had been more than enough for the stories and rumors to spread. Stories and rumors that Heinrix has surely heard about.
It makes their elevator ride down into the ship feel a bit more ominous, most likely. These were parts of the ship that were almost foreign to those who are allowed to be on the Officer's Deck. The Rogue Trader's choice hadn't been wholly without reason, after all. These were the parts of the ship so far-flung in the gargantuan structure that it's where the worst of humanity festered. Heretics, cultists, those who doubted the Emperor because they had been born in this darkness and never seen such light— That is where Marazhai was allowed his distasteful play.
The Drukhari examines a blade with a low, apprasing hum. The core is a wet, sickly green, having had its vicious poison freshly applied. ]
Hmm... I can almost taste the fear already. You mon-keigh are so easy to shrink into cowardice.
[ He's baiting Heinrix, and obviously so. However, sharp-eyed as Heinrix is, he can probably see the subtle signs clearly enough. Though Marazhai enjoyed his hunts, he hated the jumps themselves. Feared them. It's tempered with the prospect of his brand of fun, but there's still a very real anxiety present in his posture. ]
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...Of course, their Rogue Trader had more than simply that. There was curiosity, and that was a feeling that he had every intention of digging into, in time. For now, though. It seems he'll need to sate Heinrix's particular "hunger" first. ]
Ha— What fun. I almost look forward to seeing you squirm under such responsibility.
[ Marazhai's posture relaxes. It seems that he's gotten everything he wanted out of this conversation, even if Heinrix had been the one to approach. Whatever further conversation they have, Marazhai won't be nearly as engaged.
It's only a few days later that their business in this sector is finished up, and the Rogue Trader sends out the call to prepare for a warp jump. It's always a busy time on the ship, even before the Drukhari's arrival, but that business had once been relegated to the officer's deck and the more middle decks. Now, the lowest decks tended to become their own sort of activity. There had only been a few jumps since Marazhai was allowed his hunts, but even the first had been more than enough for the stories and rumors to spread. Stories and rumors that Heinrix has surely heard about.
It makes their elevator ride down into the ship feel a bit more ominous, most likely. These were parts of the ship that were almost foreign to those who are allowed to be on the Officer's Deck. The Rogue Trader's choice hadn't been wholly without reason, after all. These were the parts of the ship so far-flung in the gargantuan structure that it's where the worst of humanity festered. Heretics, cultists, those who doubted the Emperor because they had been born in this darkness and never seen such light— That is where Marazhai was allowed his distasteful play.
The Drukhari examines a blade with a low, apprasing hum. The core is a wet, sickly green, having had its vicious poison freshly applied. ]
Hmm... I can almost taste the fear already. You mon-keigh are so easy to shrink into cowardice.
[ He's baiting Heinrix, and obviously so. However, sharp-eyed as Heinrix is, he can probably see the subtle signs clearly enough. Though Marazhai enjoyed his hunts, he hated the jumps themselves. Feared them. It's tempered with the prospect of his brand of fun, but there's still a very real anxiety present in his posture. ]