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Marcus Constantine:
"So brothers, why don't you establish the rules and I in the mean time go out, check out how the locals dress themselves. I would also love to see the Great Library, but not as an inquisitor. I do not think that anyone needs to know that we were sent by the Inquisition. Not now. The word of our arrival will spread quickly. The enemy, whoever he is, must not know it."
Passionario:
The psyker, who has been sitting curled up in a corner all this time, suddenly lifts her head and speaks:
"We don't have much time for this, I fear. Whatever evil has been claiming all those people, it's not hiding in canteens or lurking in a library. It's already here, in the streets, just waiting to pounce on the next victim."
Her body shudders momentarily.
"I could feel its presence as we made our way here. A terrible wrongness that threatened to engulf us all. Everyone who walks out there, from the lowliest servitor to the most heavily armed tech-guard, is in danger. So whatever we're planning to do, we'd better make it fast, before it realizes who we are... and moves in for the kill."
Xander Morhaime:
"Yes, well, unless you can point us to wherever this evil is hiding - a street adress and room number would be handy - we're going to have to lower ourselves to looking for it ourselves. Or, alternatively, hoping that when it comes for us, we can follow it back to its lair," Halsted replied.
Marcus Constantine:
Not waiting for a reply Marcus left. After some time he returns with a pack of clothes
"Brothers, blessed by the Dursus's light. I decided to venture out side and bought these. Now, they may not be the first quality but it should be enough for now" - Marcus said upon entering
"Unfortunately, I only have two full *suits*. I understand it is to Laz, who is the leader of our group to divide it umong us"
Marcus gives Laz two poor quality clothes.
Xander Morhaime:
Halsted, while Marcus was gone, took to training the eldar in using a shotgun.
"It's really simple to use, you shouldn't have much trouble with it," he said, taking out a shell and using his knife to cut open the top and dispose of the shot and propellant charge. Then he picked up his shotgun. "Loading is dead simple, really. Press the catch release here," he pressed a stud in the side of the the shotgun's handle, "breaking" it open, "and load in the shells. And close like so," he demonstrated once more, quickly snapping the shotgun closed again and raising it to his shoulder and pulling the trigger, resulting in a little flash and a puff of smoke from the shell's igniter cap and left-over propellant. Then he snapped the weapon open once more. "Pull out the spent shells, discard, and load in new ones... mind, it has a bit of a kick to it, so try not to shoot out too many lighting fixtures when aiming for people's faces. Now... give it a try," the guardsman said, passing the shotgun and the defused shell to the eldar.
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