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kapuchu
Eventua
Sylvan
dwyer austin
Fading Memory
FourtyTwo
Shoe Thief
Tortoise
Keyguyperson
Apollosarcher
Maria raised an eyebrow at the nonchalance of her new companions, feeling more than a small twinge of annoyance at them. She was used to other guardsmen panicking at the slightest sign of any power of the warp, though it seemed that she had only one other counterpart originating from the Guard - even if he was from Krieg.
She had half a mind to smack the two of them instead of continuing her attempt at pyrokinetic intimidation but had a sudden change of heart with the appearance of the firefighting servitor.
With reflexes honed through a lifetime of fighting and survival in the horrific condition of the Underhive, she leaped out of the way of the stream of foam, pulling the closest person nearby in front of it - conveniently the other Psyker, Adrianne. She had some difficulty moving her due to her sheer bulk, but despite the other woman's advantage in size she succeeded in wrestling her into place just in time to receive almost the full blast of foam.
With a cheeky grin, Maria doffed her hat to the servitor and to Adrianne, putting on the airs and accent of a wealthy noble, "Well, now that you have been so thoroughly coated in thick white gunk, milady, you do look the part of overgrown pole dancer, if I may say so!" She stuck her tongue out, dancing out of the way of any potential backlash before looping an arm over Vala's shoulder. "Don't you think so..." she paused, "What was your name again? I'll remember it eventually."
She had half a mind to smack the two of them instead of continuing her attempt at pyrokinetic intimidation but had a sudden change of heart with the appearance of the firefighting servitor.
With reflexes honed through a lifetime of fighting and survival in the horrific condition of the Underhive, she leaped out of the way of the stream of foam, pulling the closest person nearby in front of it - conveniently the other Psyker, Adrianne. She had some difficulty moving her due to her sheer bulk, but despite the other woman's advantage in size she succeeded in wrestling her into place just in time to receive almost the full blast of foam.
With a cheeky grin, Maria doffed her hat to the servitor and to Adrianne, putting on the airs and accent of a wealthy noble, "Well, now that you have been so thoroughly coated in thick white gunk, milady, you do look the part of overgrown pole dancer, if I may say so!" She stuck her tongue out, dancing out of the way of any potential backlash before looping an arm over Vala's shoulder. "Don't you think so..." she paused, "What was your name again? I'll remember it eventually."