[ Honestly, Marazhai hated being on the bridge. He only did so when he had to, since the chattering of the mon-keigh was irritating. It's why he'd found his little corner where no one but the Rogue Trader dared to come bother him. The Aeldari may be treated with some (deliciously fearful—) curiosity, but the Drukhari? Oh, no, no, the crew had quickly learned to keep their distance. Considering he tended to use his time there to sharpen his blades to a touch-fine sharpness, it was an impression that he was happy to keep.
The treasured few of her retinue were a little braver, though. They still largely ignored him, but. They still didn't look like they were about to piss themselves at the very sight of him. It still makes it a surprise when any of them approach. And today, the fact that it's Heinrix? ]
Oh, if it isn’t my favorite mon-keigh.
[ The sarcasm is positively dripping from every syllable, and it’s just as much a poison as the one that coats his blades. However, there’s some sincerity there, as unpleasant as Heinrix would find that. The Rogue Trader had given Marazhai the freedom to hunt in the lower decks, and that was something that Marazhai was genuinely grateful for, though he’d never admit it. But still. The terror and pain of those little peons sated his hungers, but it was still simple. When he wanted something more savory?
Well. The uptight little "Inquisitor" provided a fine, fine meal. Since he'd gotten to know him, he almost regretted that he'd had so little chance to see how he'd fared in Commoragh. At least imagining it gave him a lovely fantasy to indulge in.
His smug sneer widens, in fact, since there's no reason to hide that something foul is on his mind. It gets under the man's skin so effectively to make him paranoid. ]
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🔪 bully an inquisitor what could go wrong
The treasured few of her retinue were a little braver, though. They still largely ignored him, but. They still didn't look like they were about to piss themselves at the very sight of him. It still makes it a surprise when any of them approach. And today, the fact that it's Heinrix? ]
Oh, if it isn’t my favorite mon-keigh.
[ The sarcasm is positively dripping from every syllable, and it’s just as much a poison as the one that coats his blades. However, there’s some sincerity there, as unpleasant as Heinrix would find that. The Rogue Trader had given Marazhai the freedom to hunt in the lower decks, and that was something that Marazhai was genuinely grateful for, though he’d never admit it. But still. The terror and pain of those little peons sated his hungers, but it was still simple. When he wanted something more savory?
Well. The uptight little "Inquisitor" provided a fine, fine meal. Since he'd gotten to know him, he almost regretted that he'd had so little chance to see how he'd fared in Commoragh. At least imagining it gave him a lovely fantasy to indulge in.
His smug sneer widens, in fact, since there's no reason to hide that something foul is on his mind. It gets under the man's skin so effectively to make him paranoid. ]
Do what do I owe the pleasure?
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emerges from the land of drywall
like the kool-aid man presumably
putting them up just to knock them down 😏
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and bless the dlc for showing me wtf the lower decks are like (bad)
god i can't wait to get back to that (also i had to make more icons)