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[IC] The Lesser of Two Heresies.

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Sylith:
"Really? Then your life must be pretty stressful, Lijah." You can sense a little amusement in her voice. Looks like she couldn't hide the smirk on her face. Or maybe she just didn't want to hide it?
"I could not imagine how terrible it is to be nervous around yourself. And living with such a burden like being unsanctioned, as you called it? Thanks the Gods it does not apply to me." She smiles friendly - or maybe a little derisively? You can't tell for sure without seeing her eyes. It's incredible how important they are when it comes to emotions, isn't it?
"And, please, if you really need to smoke, go outside. I do not enjoy the smell of lho-sticks at my place."

HexaDoken:
HexaDoken finally sits. It looks like he was going to do that long time ago, but simply forgot, or something.

"I might not understand... but hey I can try, right?" - asks he looking at the Seer.

He sighs and gives the space around an empty look. Then, suddenly, still looking at the nothing, he throws the gem towards the Seer.

"Catch!"

Mercerenary then takes the plate.

"Any spoons or forks around?"

Once again, HexaDoken seems to act like if everybody around are his old friends gathered to drink some tea.

LuckyDee:
Lazerus accepts the food and drink the Seer hands him with a submissive nod. And while he starts slowly and methodically devouring his first meal in what seems far too long, he turns back to the Seer once again when the others' still hesitant conversations have died down.

"So tell us... You clearly know more about us than we would expect from any random encounter."

He keeps staring ahead, into nothing, as if his mind is operating on an entirely different level than his mouth.

Silhar:
Since Lazerus was already sitting next to Seer who sat at his side, all he had to do was to turn towards her.

The fish maybe wasn't the most fresh meal ever and mostly tasted like some brand of jellyfish, but was surprisingly satiating - if one could ignore the smell of mud. It was also warm, which was nice compared to the cold outside.

As the Seer catches the stone, its ghastly light turns more dim and fades away slowly. Whispers begin to cease and finally fall silent, calm.

A little something for HexaDoken:
Spoiler (click to show/hide)The Burden of Life
You fulfilled the prisoner's last will. In the ancient times, men like you were called "Tannascaman" - ones who avenge souls.
+200xp

Klear:
MkLear looks at his lho-stick with some consideration. Then he puts it in his mouth and heads out.

"Well, I don't enjoy the company of psykers," he says heading to the door. He opens it and turns briefly to Lazerus and Hexadoken. "I'll be in the canteen if you need me."

He takes another draw from the lho-stick and leaves the hut, but not before blowing one last lungful of smoke into the interior.

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