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Xander Morhaime:
Halsted unpacked his entrenching tool, tossing the short shovel to Silharriel once he'd finished changing. "Long arms might get noticed under these, and I doubt we're dressed as the sort to be carrying proper weapons. I take it you'll know how to use this if it comes to it," he said, while hiding his laspistol and bayonet knife under his new outfit. The shovel looked like any other shovel, except the edge was finely sharpened - probably enough so to use it as a makeshift axe.
Silhar:
Grabbing the shovel, he started to laugh, confused a bit.
"Oh, now any scorpion-type chainsword can go hide. Too bad you didn't get a mono-upgrade for this piece, would strike even more fear in our foes' hearts ! Khaine damn me for this blasphemy, those always were two things I admired in you, humans - your capability of enchanting fire into a water... And your skill to make a weapon out of everything.", he sneered.
Having this said, Silharriel concealed the "axe" under the rags. "Final touch and final caress, all-in-one. Great.", he muttered to himself. "And I thought that a shotgun was primitive..."
Marcus Constantine:
Marcus seing no interest left to the Great Library
Marcus Constantine:
After few hours, without knocking, Marcus returns to the room. His looks was disturbing. It looks like he hadn't slept well or was under influence of drugs. What it really was, no one knew. He just sat down on the bed and stared at the wall.
Malek Deneith:
Some time later doors to the room open, and Lazerus enters. He looks quite different then how he looked going out - his previous equipment is gone, replaced with some poor sort of clothing with carapace armor strapped on it. He holds a lascarabine in one hand, and the other is used to hold someone carried over his shoulder.
- Well, it looks like I'm not the only one having a interesting day today - he commented at Marcus' looks and blank stare. He put down the person he carried: A woman. Short and lithe, with numerous bruises showing. Dark hair, grey eyes - filled with fear right now... and pointy ears.
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