I'm glad you enjoyed your little vacation Lucius, I found that the knowledge I gained for your trade was well worth your absence. [A sick, airy laugh escaped Fabius. A sound akin to a dull blade pulling against wet flesh.
For a man so full of pride, Lucius certainly was one to eagerly crawl into any host-husk like a parasitic insect. There's a moment where disdain flickers across Fabius' oily gaze, but it lasts for barely a breath and with a stretch of his sinewy legs, he carries himself on shambling steps in a half-circle around the otherβnot the sizing up of a dueling partner, but the inquisitive examination of a scientist. His gaze darts over Lucius' compact and slim figure, an image in stark contrast to the Astartes he shared a company with. There is a part of him yet that believed this actually isn't Lucius the Eternal but wayward memories, millennia old, reminded him of the once boyish and beautiful face the cruel warrior held.
Like inhaling the scent of an old book and processing all the knowledge held within, Fabius inhales the air around Lucius, as if the very act alone would spark his superior Astartes senses. It doesn't of course, for all he can process is the salty clash of sea and sweat that shines on the back of the warrior's neck. The scorpid tail is still low and swinging, and Fabius steps over it without the slightest hint of healthy fear. If he had any of his tools, he might have sedated Lucius right there, and harvested the bulbous end for his research.]
Mortal flesh. [He parrots back as he rounds to Lucius' right side, staring down his nose at him.] So its true, we've been stripped of our gene-seed.
[He had deduced as much, with the lack of their armor, shortened statures, and dulled senses. Which meant his chirurgeon was likely lost to the nether, and he would have to start anew. It also meant... he was likely freed from his burden of Blight.]
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For a man so full of pride, Lucius certainly was one to eagerly crawl into any host-husk like a parasitic insect. There's a moment where disdain flickers across Fabius' oily gaze, but it lasts for barely a breath and with a stretch of his sinewy legs, he carries himself on shambling steps in a half-circle around the otherβnot the sizing up of a dueling partner, but the inquisitive examination of a scientist. His gaze darts over Lucius' compact and slim figure, an image in stark contrast to the Astartes he shared a company with. There is a part of him yet that believed this actually isn't Lucius the Eternal but wayward memories, millennia old, reminded him of the once boyish and beautiful face the cruel warrior held.
Like inhaling the scent of an old book and processing all the knowledge held within, Fabius inhales the air around Lucius, as if the very act alone would spark his superior Astartes senses. It doesn't of course, for all he can process is the salty clash of sea and sweat that shines on the back of the warrior's neck. The scorpid tail is still low and swinging, and Fabius steps over it without the slightest hint of healthy fear. If he had any of his tools, he might have sedated Lucius right there, and harvested the bulbous end for his research.]
Mortal flesh. [He parrots back as he rounds to Lucius' right side, staring down his nose at him.] So its true, we've been stripped of our gene-seed.
[He had deduced as much, with the lack of their armor, shortened statures, and dulled senses. Which meant his chirurgeon was likely lost to the nether, and he would have to start anew. It also meant... he was likely freed from his burden of Blight.]
What is the name of this rock?