Our stand against the xenos failed spectacularly. Curiosity clearly got the better of Oriana as she opened a box covered in choas markings which specifically said don’t open. You know it’s bad when chaos says this is a bad idea. Bast began screaming in agony as his legs were fusing together into some horrible tail. Eventually it began to look serpentine, so that’s fine I guess? Although he was very much out of the fight.
Speaking of the fight. While I was a decent immediate discraction as the eldar have a great hatred for Slaanesh and I couldn’t really make it more obvious that I am a disciple of the Prince of Pleasure. So naturally I was their first target, dodging deftly and he was clearly wounded as a result of the psykic cage thing Hakael had unleashed. But the xenos had also noticed this as he was the next target. He lasted 12 seconds all told… Then the floodgates were opened. Two more of the jesters launched their attacks and the xeno witch simply made Lockhart… stop… and wait patiently for death. I can only hope she was unaware of her surroundings.
It then became a deadlock of attacks and dodges with the exception of the two heavy gunners who just kept shooting each other ignoring everything else going on. I knew I liked Rit. But things were looking dire and I made a decision, I had a combat drug at the ready but was incredibly uncertain as to what it did. So one injection later and I was flying. My heart rate exploded senses, frantic, movements rapid and stronger than I’m usually capable of and system ready for anything. Anything except my own deviancy. It would appear it also lowered my inhibitions enough that I was either considering my next move in combat which took mere milliseconds and all other time on what was nearby with an orifice and a heartbeat.
Firstly there’s Bast, a classic and now with an interesting snake tail. What could he do with that once he stopped screaming? Or maybe while he screamed, I’m usually the noisy one it’s a change from the norm. Then my attention turned to the Death Jester, his clothes burning away to a surprisingly robust physique. Although he too was to fall to Rit’s toxic weaponry. Why does everyone I want to love die?! Speaking of Rit’s dead but then look at this trope master. That is a winning smile if ever I saw one. Managed to scare him enough that he lost it for a while. I’ll show him infinitely scarier things if I could, I even offered to work with him. It just required a quickie. Although I’d have wanted to keep him.
But once again this was a short lived desire as he shot me the bastard, after I’d been so nice! Although again mere seconds later he too died. The threat of the Eldar replaced with the threat of the daemonic Eldar walkers. Which were distinctly unfuckable. So I had to engage in laborious conversation along with Oriana to buy time but why was I wasting my buzz on this. I didn’t want to hear it’s voice better. I wanted to feel everything better. That Jester, the Trope member who is… wait he’s just unconscious. I’ll be having him later. Wait it can’t kill Bast! Fuck this automaton, only I get to hurt my harem. Fuck it if it thinks I’ll not just be a spiteful shit it’s got another thing. Oh Oriana is gone. Who turned out the lights?