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Master Alexius listened intently to the speeches of both the Relictor Captain Lattore and Eldar. They were both incredibly sharp of mind, which was expected of the Eldar, but he was surprised of it from the Astartes. He made a mental note to speak with Captain Lattore after the meeting, he may even make voice it in front of everyone in light of the content of the current increasingly heated discussion. The Eldar maybe as well, but a meeting with him was not as urgent.

Captain Tyros's loud declaration may be enough to restore order, but Alexius thought it not necessarily to be his place to be the one to do that. Well-intentioned though he was, this was a test for Gregori more than anyone else here. All the same, he made note of the Captain's words.

Alexius' eyes flicked silently over to Gregori who was sitting quietly to his right in spite of all this talk. He had quietly hoped that this issue would not have been brought up in the room, especially since he predicted the Cannoness' reaction, and who knows what Lord-Militant Corbec, and Inquisitor Consulve might be thinking of the subject. Or even what the one other completely silent element in the room, the Xeno Merchant clad in rags with his vat-mutant henchmen as wordless as him. Alexius silently thought that the diminutive creature was merely intently listening to all that was going on, as its stature revealed nothing else.

When he and Gregori had first met, they had had the prudence to air out these "facts of reality" in private between the two of them. He knew Gregori was not one of The Sensei, but he knew better than to throw away this opportunity merely on what was basically a technicality, especially since the Sensei, by what he scarcely knew of them, may not exactly make the best leaders anyway if one even could be found. Better to keep old traditions alive for the fearful to cling to in these times until the great fear had passed than to strip them away and invite chaos.

And while this in theory, was just an extension of what Gregori and Alexius had done themselves, it had worked between them because he and Gregori thought alike on the subject, which was obviously not the case in a room full of more than two people of vastly different experiences and dispositions.

Alexius said nothing though, he merely kept the serious expression he had since talking with Enyo as his gaze shifted to the various figures around the room, while his left hand silently formed a fist on the table, and his right fingers tapped lightly on his right thigh beneath the table, within reach of his Lamarck Thousander within a moment if need be. His eyes looked over to Gregori's again for what he would do in lieu of this increasingly tense and potentially volatile situation.
@Thecrash20

Alexius shifted his attention from Corbec back to Enyo and heard the fellow Inquisitor's response, immediately losing the wolfish smile he had given Corbec. He leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers, his expression becoming much more serious as Consulve went on. His eyes wandered about for a moment and he took a deep breath after the Inquisitor had finished in brief contemplation of a response, upon which he closed his left hand into a casual fist and leaned his right hand against his armrest as he replied.

"In response to your question, Inquisitor, you'd have retained full control of your own forces to do as you wish. To each Inquisitor, their own retinue to use as they see fit is how I run things. The only thing you'd owe me is reports, your allegiance to maintaining the sanctity of the Ordo should you become a member, and your loyalty in so much as any agent owes to a overseer . . . But by the sounds of things, you will tolerate no other master than his Imperial Majesty, which is noble, albeit a bit surprising to me considering that if my own sources are correct you came from the Ordo Hereticus, an Ordo of the former Inquisition steeped with many Masters and superiors you no doubt owed obedience to regardless of whether you agreed with them. I merely thought you might have felt more at home among a familiar situation and among kindred spirits."

Alexius then opens his arms to his sides in a gesture to the room in general, a casual smile returning.

"But then, these are extraordinary times indeed, are they not? Very well, Inquisitor. If you change your position, then the door of my Ordo is always open. For now, I pray that you do indeed keep our Emperor's interests foremost in your mind . . . and that indeed such circumstances do not come to pass."

Alexius' smile faded quickly afterwards into a more neutral expression as he relaxed back in his chair again, his focus clearly shifted others at the meeting.
(Ignore this comment, didn't see the others)
Actually I think I'll drop out for now, too many other RPs atm, I may check back in at some point.
Inquisitor Alexius Commenus


Master Alexius turned his head to the Lord-Militant's question as he gave Inquisitor Consulve time to think of a response, he smiled a wolfish smile at the Cadian.

"I'll send you the exact details some time after the meeting, Corbec. Suffice to say for now, I don't have much issue with your proposal, my Ordo has served the role of leaders well, but they are not necessarily war veterans, certainly none of your caliber. I actually intended to offer you the chance of commanding most of my forces and fleet with my Ordo acting more in a supervisory role, as is our purpose. Though fair warning, Lord-Militant, my forces as a whole are nowhere near as experienced or disciplined as your Cadians, I hope you're ready for a challenge and pray that your skill in command has not gotten rusty since your days on Cadia, you'll need them."
Inquisitor Alexius Commenus


Master Alexius sat and looked upon the various other members of Gregori's council that entered after him silently. Nodding back to the Canoness Thamus and former Lord-Militant Corbec, gazed intently upon the lone Eldar and tiny xeno and Captains Lattore and Tyros, and smirked at Inquisitor Consulve, but kept silent and watchful all the while. He didn't say a word as Gregori spoke, and waited a moment before posing his question, formulating his thoughts.

"Yes, I have a couple of concerns. But my first and most pressing is directed towards Inquisitor Consulve."

Alexius turned in his chair to face the other Inquisitor.

"Inquisitor, I would like a simple answer here and now, we can discuss the matter in more detail in private, later if you wish, but I'd prefer to get an answer now: will you consent to serving under me in his Imperial Majesty's new Inquisition? I cannot command you to join my Ordo, nor do I even require you to, but I would prefer if future . . . conflicts . . . in regards to Inquisitorial edicts and orders may be avoided by us acting as a single organization acting in concert rather than a self-proclaimed organization with several rogue agents. What say you?"
Gideon stirred in his sleep, beams of light had started to peak through the holed roof of the attic where he made his home. The attic itself was sparse. His backpack, boots, and coat were within a step's reach from his mattress, the coat itself hung from an old nail where previously something else like a clock or painting once hung. Aside from that, there was an old cobweb and dusty covered mirror in one corner, an equally dusty steamer trunk that was a short distance away from Gideon's bed, and a bolt-locked trapdoor in the center of the room that led down to the rest of the house.

Gideon himself was buried under a mass of clothes and blankets that he used for warmth, a Colt M1911 pistol was beside his pillow and although the safety was on, it was loaded. Careful not to knock the gun over, he moved some of the pile off to stretch himself out in his sweat shirt and long johns.

He had grown used to waking up around noon, he rarely had breakfast these days so much as brunch. His night-time work often left him sleeping through a large part of the days, earning him the nickname locals had given him, "Owl". He didn't care so much, he had had a few years to grow used to his new life here in the Zone, and sleeping schedules was a part of it.

Sliding himself out from the pile of warm blankets and clothes and picking up his pistol, he walked over towards the window and looked out the broken pane. He couldn't see much, mostly the roofs of a couple of the other old houses of the village he was in and the surrounding countryside and overgrown, budding springtime foliage. Gideon liked the spring, it would mean generally warmer temperatures, he hated having to plug up all the drafts during Winter. Hell, most times he didn't even bother then and spent the money renting out space from those who were reliable and had decent quarters and wanted cash.

After stretching out some more, Gideon walked over to his steamer trunk and after opening it he started getting dressed for the day. He kept his relatively clean clothes and holster rig in there, he hated leaving things unorganized and on the ground to get any more dirty or dusty than they already were. So, putting his pistol down for now, he continued on with his daily ritual of getting ready to start a new day in The Zone.
@TemplarKnight07 hey man don't try to kill his dreams


His dreams involve intestines falling out from rad poisoning? Lol.
Just remember humans die at 1000 rads as their intestines fall out of them. Probably don't want to go THAT far.
I'm still here, working on other RPs, but I can always make time for one that's not dead.
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