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Machine Spirit PBF
Xander Morhaime:
"For the time being," Halsted chimed in with his usual cheer.
Passionario:
The psyker, who was doing her best to stay unnoticed up to this moment, spits, splashing the floor with bright crimson droplets.
"Sorry", - she replies to your raised eyebrows and incredulous stares, - "Had to bite m'tongue. Hard. Otherwise, I would tell that pox-ridden cogbox what I really thought of it, and we'd probably end up as dead as these sodding bastards."
Marcus Constantine:
"What do you mean? Where have you been?"
Passionario:
Pass grins through bloodied teeth:
"After the fun part with all the shooting and grenade-tossing was over, I sort of blended with a furniture. Nifty little warp-trick - not quite invisibility, but enough to fool someone who's already distracted. Luckily, the rest of you provided enough of a distraction."
"Anyway, I figured that I'd do more harm than good in our talks with him," she points at DuPont, "or that shiny self-righteous servant of Omnissiah. Negotiations aren't really my forte, unless the other party is already tied to a chair. So, I stayed hidden and silent. The last part was the hard one."
Silhar:
"Still not with you, lady, I am afraid. What would you say If you did not manage to hold your tongue... ?", asked the Eldar, rising his head and staring at Pass.
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