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BANANA.
*swoops and snatches the banana*
DAMN.
*snatches lemon then scampers away*

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@2nd-primarch-official
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Or
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BANANA.
*swoops and snatches the banana*
DAMN.
*snatches lemon then scampers away*

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Which of your sons' chapters do you believe drink the most energy drinks? I can't decide if it's the White Scars or the Night Lords
WHITE SCARS. THEY PROBABLY HAVE A HOLD ON THE WHITE MONSTER MARKET.
Sothat'swhattheWhiteScarserfgavemeit'sdelicioushaveyouevertrieditmyLordtheonehegavemewasredandfizzyandtastedlikethecolorredmixedwithaboltoflightningtotheheartalsoeverythingisinslowmotionandmyheartisreallyfastandloudandIcanfeelmyselfvibrating
GO TO THE APOTHECARY.
...
Mango loco...
-II
Ooc: hello all! Just posting to let yall know im still gonna post and interact, just been busy with stuff so thats why there hasnt been a lot, thanks tp all who have interacted!
Dude ur second son is begging to be let of out the cage, I let him out and wtf why put him there ??????? Why was he in a cage?????
SHRUG
...
...
...
...
...i was... curious... i did... not realise... it was... locked...
...
-II
I DO NOT REMEMBER LOCKING IT. MY APOLOGIES.
...
*dematerialises*
GOOD-BYE THEN.
*rematerializes, looks around at the now silver palace*
...
...decided... to redecorate?... *he says, a small hint of smugness in his tone*
OH MOST DEFINITELY NOT. SOME DETESTABLE LITTLE FUCKER CAME IN AND MADE EVERYTHING GOLD INTO SILVER. ‘SCARED MOST OF THE CUSTODES TOO.
REGRETTABLY THE CHANGE INCLUDES MY TTS.
...hmm... a shame...
...
...i did always prefer silv- *the forgotten son makes a hacking noise, crimson blood launching from his hooded face and dribbling onto the floor from the strain*
...void... damn it... *he mutters, raising his arm to his face to wipe the ichor away*
... permanent?... *he asks, concealed features looking up at the iridescent throne*
…ELEVEN- TEN DAYS OR SO NOW.
ARE YOU… OKAYISH?
*the figure continues to look up*
...
...you... of all.. people should... know the.. answer... to that... N̵̺̮̥̏̾̾e̷̢̥͓͊͑͆ỏ̷̡̯͛̓ṱ̴͒h̸̻̥̽̓͘
*the figure is silent for a long minute, his head never moving as he looks up at the figure on the throne*
...i suppose... i could... ask.. the same... *the figure says, the barest wisps of amusement in his scratchy voice*
POINT TAKEN. I WILL NOT ASK ABOUT YOUR WELL-BEING THEN.
The Emperor is clad is armor that in all honestly looked rather plane for his usual style. The whole thing was black‚ from the sallet that was left abandoned to the side‚ all the way down to the skirt-thing. It was a very odd sight.
*the figure makes a noise of acknowledgment, swivelling to take in the sight of the throneroom, pointedly ignoring the confused stares of the custodians across the expansive hall*
*he turns to face the throne once more, noting the throne occupants inconspicuous armor in place of the blinding armament the emperor usually wore*
... a... change from... your usual... attire... i see...
*the figure nods, if anyone could see his features, it felt like the primarch may be smiling*
...hmm... i always... did hate... gold... *if you didnt know better, it would sound as if the figure was making a joke*
I WILL ADMIT IT IS A VERY… WEAK METAL.
He would not dismiss a simple fact. The Emperor mostly ran on logic after all.
THAT IS NOT THE REASON FOR THE ARMOR CHANGE THOUGH. SILVER DOESN’T EXACTLY WORK WELL WITH THE MORE VAMPIRIC FOLK.
*for a second it seems the figure is almost surprised, before he seems to relax*
... 1000 souls... every day... does tend to... reflect... vampiric... nature...
I HAVE LAXED OFF OF THE SOUL EATING.
A blood pouch with a twirly straw poked out of the Bevor that covered the lower half of his face- oddly enough hard to actually see let alone comprehend
I AM MOSTLY FOLLOWING THE MORE… GENERALIZED TRAITS NOW. SANGUINIUS HAD TO GAVE GOTTEN THE GENE FROM SOMEWHERE AFTER ALL.
*the figure stares at the throne occupant before letting out a small huff, possibly amusement of some kind*
... mhh... a boon... then...
*at the mention of the late 9th the figure goes silent, his head lowering slightly*
...i see... *the primarch looks back up* ...if i had... to guess... some terran... myths of... vampires... started due... to your... antics?...
IF YOU EVER HEAR OF COUNT DRACULA‚ THAT WAS ME.
*the primarch nodded once more in acknowledgement, the silence stretching minute into minute as the two figures merely sat, watching, observing*
*it was a long time before the 2nd moved, his head craning to look at his creator once more*
...
...
...goodbye N̶͇̅e̷̍͜ő̸̮t̶̫̽h̶̰̀... *the figure said simply, turning on a power armoured heel and walking away from the throne, the figure disappearing in the blink of an eye as if the 2nd primarch had walked into another room that didnt exist. As if moving through a entirely separate dimension itself*
Dude ur second son is begging to be let of out the cage, I let him out and wtf why put him there ??????? Why was he in a cage?????
SHRUG
...
...
...
...
...i was... curious... i did... not realise... it was... locked...
...
-II
I DO NOT REMEMBER LOCKING IT. MY APOLOGIES.
...
*dematerialises*
GOOD-BYE THEN.
*rematerializes, looks around at the now silver palace*
...
...decided... to redecorate?... *he says, a small hint of smugness in his tone*
OH MOST DEFINITELY NOT. SOME DETESTABLE LITTLE FUCKER CAME IN AND MADE EVERYTHING GOLD INTO SILVER. ‘SCARED MOST OF THE CUSTODES TOO.
REGRETTABLY THE CHANGE INCLUDES MY TTS.
...hmm... a shame...
...
...i did always prefer silv- *the forgotten son makes a hacking noise, crimson blood launching from his hooded face and dribbling onto the floor from the strain*
...void... damn it... *he mutters, raising his arm to his face to wipe the ichor away*
... permanent?... *he asks, concealed features looking up at the iridescent throne*
…ELEVEN- TEN DAYS OR SO NOW.
ARE YOU… OKAYISH?
*the figure continues to look up*
...
...you... of all.. people should... know the.. answer... to that... N̵̺̮̥̏̾̾e̷̢̥͓͊͑͆ỏ̷̡̯͛̓ṱ̴͒h̸̻̥̽̓͘
*the figure is silent for a long minute, his head never moving as he looks up at the figure on the throne*
...i suppose... i could... ask.. the same... *the figure says, the barest wisps of amusement in his scratchy voice*
POINT TAKEN. I WILL NOT ASK ABOUT YOUR WELL-BEING THEN.
The Emperor is clad is armor that in all honestly looked rather plane for his usual style. The whole thing was black‚ from the sallet that was left abandoned to the side‚ all the way down to the skirt-thing. It was a very odd sight.
*the figure makes a noise of acknowledgment, swivelling to take in the sight of the throneroom, pointedly ignoring the confused stares of the custodians across the expansive hall*
*he turns to face the throne once more, noting the throne occupants inconspicuous armor in place of the blinding armament the emperor usually wore*
... a... change from... your usual... attire... i see...
*the figure nods, if anyone could see his features, it felt like the primarch may be smiling*
...hmm... i always... did hate... gold... *if you didnt know better, it would sound as if the figure was making a joke*
I WILL ADMIT IT IS A VERY… WEAK METAL.
He would not dismiss a simple fact. The Emperor mostly ran on logic after all.
THAT IS NOT THE REASON FOR THE ARMOR CHANGE THOUGH. SILVER DOESN’T EXACTLY WORK WELL WITH THE MORE VAMPIRIC FOLK.
*for a second it seems the figure is almost surprised, before he seems to relax*
... 1000 souls... every day... does tend to... reflect... vampiric... nature...
I HAVE LAXED OFF OF THE SOUL EATING.
A blood pouch with a twirly straw poked out of the Bevor that covered the lower half of his face- oddly enough hard to actually see let alone comprehend
I AM MOSTLY FOLLOWING THE MORE… GENERALIZED TRAITS NOW. SANGUINIUS HAD TO GAVE GOTTEN THE GENE FROM SOMEWHERE AFTER ALL.
*the figure stares at the throne occupant before letting out a small huff, possibly amusement of some kind*
... mhh... a boon... then...
*at the mention of the late 9th the figure goes silent, his head lowering slightly*
...i see... *the primarch looks back up* ...if i had... to guess... some terran... myths of... vampires... started due... to your... antics?...

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Dude ur second son is begging to be let of out the cage, I let him out and wtf why put him there ??????? Why was he in a cage?????
SHRUG
...
...
...
...
...i was... curious... i did... not realise... it was... locked...
...
-II
I DO NOT REMEMBER LOCKING IT. MY APOLOGIES.
...
*dematerialises*
GOOD-BYE THEN.
*rematerializes, looks around at the now silver palace*
...
...decided... to redecorate?... *he says, a small hint of smugness in his tone*
OH MOST DEFINITELY NOT. SOME DETESTABLE LITTLE FUCKER CAME IN AND MADE EVERYTHING GOLD INTO SILVER. ‘SCARED MOST OF THE CUSTODES TOO.
REGRETTABLY THE CHANGE INCLUDES MY TTS.
...hmm... a shame...
...
...i did always prefer silv- *the forgotten son makes a hacking noise, crimson blood launching from his hooded face and dribbling onto the floor from the strain*
...void... damn it... *he mutters, raising his arm to his face to wipe the ichor away*
... permanent?... *he asks, concealed features looking up at the iridescent throne*
…ELEVEN- TEN DAYS OR SO NOW.
ARE YOU… OKAYISH?
*the figure continues to look up*
...
...you... of all.. people should... know the.. answer... to that... N̵̺̮̥̏̾̾e̷̢̥͓͊͑͆ỏ̷̡̯͛̓ṱ̴͒h̸̻̥̽̓͘
*the figure is silent for a long minute, his head never moving as he looks up at the figure on the throne*
...i suppose... i could... ask.. the same... *the figure says, the barest wisps of amusement in his scratchy voice*
POINT TAKEN. I WILL NOT ASK ABOUT YOUR WELL-BEING THEN.
The Emperor is clad is armor that in all honestly looked rather plane for his usual style. The whole thing was black‚ from the sallet that was left abandoned to the side‚ all the way down to the skirt-thing. It was a very odd sight.
*the figure makes a noise of acknowledgment, swivelling to take in the sight of the throneroom, pointedly ignoring the confused stares of the custodians across the expansive hall*
*he turns to face the throne once more, noting the throne occupants inconspicuous armor in place of the blinding armament the emperor usually wore*
... a... change from... your usual... attire... i see...
*the figure nods, if anyone could see his features, it felt like the primarch may be smiling*
...hmm... i always... did hate... gold... *if you didnt know better, it would sound as if the figure was making a joke*
I WILL ADMIT IT IS A VERY… WEAK METAL.
He would not dismiss a simple fact. The Emperor mostly ran on logic after all.
THAT IS NOT THE REASON FOR THE ARMOR CHANGE THOUGH. SILVER DOESN’T EXACTLY WORK WELL WITH THE MORE VAMPIRIC FOLK.
*for a second it seems the figure is almost surprised, before he seems to relax*
... 1000 souls... every day... does tend to... reflect... vampiric... nature...
Dude ur second son is begging to be let of out the cage, I let him out and wtf why put him there ??????? Why was he in a cage?????
SHRUG
...
...
...
...
...i was... curious... i did... not realise... it was... locked...
...
-II
I DO NOT REMEMBER LOCKING IT. MY APOLOGIES.
...
*dematerialises*
GOOD-BYE THEN.
*rematerializes, looks around at the now silver palace*
...
...decided... to redecorate?... *he says, a small hint of smugness in his tone*
OH MOST DEFINITELY NOT. SOME DETESTABLE LITTLE FUCKER CAME IN AND MADE EVERYTHING GOLD INTO SILVER. ‘SCARED MOST OF THE CUSTODES TOO.
REGRETTABLY THE CHANGE INCLUDES MY TTS.
...hmm... a shame...
...
...i did always prefer silv- *the forgotten son makes a hacking noise, crimson blood launching from his hooded face and dribbling onto the floor from the strain*
...void... damn it... *he mutters, raising his arm to his face to wipe the ichor away*
... permanent?... *he asks, concealed features looking up at the iridescent throne*
…ELEVEN- TEN DAYS OR SO NOW.
ARE YOU… OKAYISH?
*the figure continues to look up*
...
...you... of all.. people should... know the.. answer... to that... N̵̺̮̥̏̾̾e̷̢̥͓͊͑͆ỏ̷̡̯͛̓ṱ̴͒h̸̻̥̽̓͘
*the figure is silent for a long minute, his head never moving as he looks up at the figure on the throne*
...i suppose... i could... ask.. the same... *the figure says, the barest wisps of amusement in his scratchy voice*
POINT TAKEN. I WILL NOT ASK ABOUT YOUR WELL-BEING THEN.
The Emperor is clad is armor that in all honestly looked rather plane for his usual style. The whole thing was black‚ from the sallet that was left abandoned to the side‚ all the way down to the skirt-thing. It was a very odd sight.
*the figure makes a noise of acknowledgment, swivelling to take in the sight of the throneroom, pointedly ignoring the confused stares of the custodians across the expansive hall*
*he turns to face the throne once more, noting the throne occupants inconspicuous armor in place of the blinding armament the emperor usually wore*
... a... change from... your usual... attire... i see...
*the figure nods, if anyone could see his features, it felt like the primarch may be smiling*
...hmm... i always... did hate... gold... *if you didnt know better, it would sound as if the figure was making a joke*
...
...
...
...
...
...i have... no words... for you...
...S̴̢̨̨̨͚̰͔̺̲̦̥͈̜̙̹͎̼̼̯̘̙͖̮̪̝͇͇̺̼̜̦̘͚̟̯̻̀̏̒̅̈́̈́͐̾̍͛͌̈́͗͐̐̍́̽̀͗̽̈́̎̎̌͊͊̇̎̿́̑̆͊̅̓̊͊̕̚̚͘̚̕ͅì̷̛̻̙͍͖̱̻̠̮̫͇͉̩̣̩̭͈̼̳̬̈́̓̈́͐̽̽̈́͋͝ͅḡ̷͕̜̙̫͚̺͔̰̱̥̭͖͚͔̬͓̥́̆̈̑͛̋̐͒̀̚͝͝ͅi̸̧̨̛̳͈̜̫̗̗̯̙̰̞̮̟̟̤̔̾́̈̎͊͛̋͊̈́̚l̶̗̙̫̫̖̻̹̦̎͒̃͌̒̄̾͌͊͐̉̏͊́̄͌̓̑̐̏̋̽͐̄͆̏̏̕͘̕͠͠͠͠į̵̡̢̢̨̛͍͓͎̦̗͈̻͙̫͉̮̠̭͙̯̩͓͇̖̤̮̙͖̠̙̙̹̣͇͙͎̰̘̥̊̾̍̓͌̂̿̐̀͆̊͛̍̚̕͜͜͜͠͝t̵̡̢̢̨̨̛͚͖̼̫̗͔͉̖̟̘̟̘̰̫͇̯̬͕̞̣̦̙͍̻͓̗̮̄̓̋̉͑͆̎͋̽͆̔̀̍͊̃̑̌͛̏͒̾̈́̄͘͠͠ͅȩ̸̡̨̲͓͓͖̼̥̥̣͙̯̟̪͔͉͓̝̝͈̜͙̰̘͖̳́̈́̈́͑̾̔̍̈́̋͌͆̏̉͒̇̋̊̉̃͊̎͘͝ͅͅ...
-II
@2nd-primarch-official
"...For what little it is worth, I do regret that the erasure of your memory became necessary."
Dude ur second son is begging to be let of out the cage, I let him out and wtf why put him there ??????? Why was he in a cage?????
SHRUG
...
...
...
...
...i was... curious... i did... not realise... it was... locked...
...
-II
I DO NOT REMEMBER LOCKING IT. MY APOLOGIES.
...
*dematerialises*
GOOD-BYE THEN.
*rematerializes, looks around at the now silver palace*
...
...decided... to redecorate?... *he says, a small hint of smugness in his tone*
OH MOST DEFINITELY NOT. SOME DETESTABLE LITTLE FUCKER CAME IN AND MADE EVERYTHING GOLD INTO SILVER. ‘SCARED MOST OF THE CUSTODES TOO.
REGRETTABLY THE CHANGE INCLUDES MY TTS.
...hmm... a shame...
...
...i did always prefer silv- *the forgotten son makes a hacking noise, crimson blood launching from his hooded face and dribbling onto the floor from the strain*
...void... damn it... *he mutters, raising his arm to his face to wipe the ichor away*
... permanent?... *he asks, concealed features looking up at the iridescent throne*
…ELEVEN- TEN DAYS OR SO NOW.
ARE YOU… OKAYISH?
*the figure continues to look up*
...
...you... of all.. people should... know the.. answer... to that... N̵̺̮̥̏̾̾e̷̢̥͓͊͑͆ỏ̷̡̯͛̓ṱ̴͒h̸̻̥̽̓͘
*the figure is silent for a long minute, his head never moving as he looks up at the figure on the throne*
...i suppose... i could... ask.. the same... *the figure says, the barest wisps of amusement in his scratchy voice*
Dude ur second son is begging to be let of out the cage, I let him out and wtf why put him there ??????? Why was he in a cage?????
SHRUG
...
...
...
...
...i was... curious... i did... not realise... it was... locked...
...
-II
I DO NOT REMEMBER LOCKING IT. MY APOLOGIES.
...
*dematerialises*
GOOD-BYE THEN.
*rematerializes, looks around at the now silver palace*
...
...decided... to redecorate?... *he says, a small hint of smugness in his tone*
OH MOST DEFINITELY NOT. SOME DETESTABLE LITTLE FUCKER CAME IN AND MADE EVERYTHING GOLD INTO SILVER. ‘SCARED MOST OF THE CUSTODES TOO.
REGRETTABLY THE CHANGE INCLUDES MY TTS.
...hmm... a shame...
...
...i did always prefer silv- *the forgotten son makes a hacking noise, crimson blood launching from his hooded face and dribbling onto the floor from the strain*
...void... damn it... *he mutters, raising his arm to his face to wipe the ichor away*
... permanent?... *he asks, concealed features looking up at the iridescent throne*

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Dude ur second son is begging to be let of out the cage, I let him out and wtf why put him there ??????? Why was he in a cage?????
SHRUG
...
...
...
...
...i was... curious... i did... not realise... it was... locked...
...
-II
I DO NOT REMEMBER LOCKING IT. MY APOLOGIES.
...
*dematerialises*
GOOD-BYE THEN.
*rematerializes, looks around at the now silver palace*
...
...decided... to redecorate?... *he says, a small hint of smugness in his tone*
Dude ur second son is begging to be let of out the cage, I let him out and wtf why put him there ??????? Why was he in a cage?????
SHRUG
...
...
...
...
...i was... curious... i did... not realise... it was... locked...
...
-II
I DO NOT REMEMBER LOCKING IT. MY APOLOGIES.
...
*dematerialises*
Dude ur second son is begging to be let of out the cage, I let him out and wtf why put him there ??????? Why was he in a cage?????
SHRUG
...
...
...
...
...i was... curious... i did... not realise... it was... locked...
...
-II
Uhhhhhh
....are you SURE that's the line you want to use?
...
...dont give... fulgrim any... ideas...
...
-II
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L̸͎̈a̷͍͂s̴͎̀i̴̒͜ ̸̲̃m̶͎͊ô̶̪͑r̴͉͊ ̶̡͋l̵͔͂a̶̹͌ ̵͒ͅf̶̮̅a̶͕͐ ̷͓̈l̶̡̀à̶̺ ̷̋͜ṣ̸̾é̵̩͗,̵͈͌ ̶̩̃n̸̢̅a̸͎͗k̴̖͆i̵̖̅ ̸̼͋ṃ̵̊ǫ̸̂̋ŕ̸͙ ̷̤͐l̸̈͜a̴͈͛ ̴͚͝f̵̻̈a̴͓͌l̷̙͗á̸̫̍ ̶̜͒m̸̰͝e̵̺͛,̸͓̐ ̵̙̈́i̴̗̚s̸̻̽i̷̯͗ ̸̜̈́m̸̦̿é̶͚̓ ̸̲̏l̴͉͑á̷̱ ̶̝̀f̶͚̿a̴̮͋ ̴̻͆s̴̞͊ă̴̝ ̷̟́m̸̗̈́é̸͕̎ ̵̪͆i̶̩͘s̸͈̈́i̴̢̎ ̵̺̈m̷̗͛ḁ̸̂̔ ̴̫̂l̵͖͝ạ̵̓ ̸͚̋f̸̢̈a̷̢̅ ̴̀͜l̶͖̚ḁ̷̏ ̶̲̃s̸̺̒ě̷̝.̶̘͝.̴̍
̷̜̄C̴̼̍ó̸̟̾l̴̘̚õ̴̻ ̶̪̍f̴̫̉ö̸̱́~̸̂͜ ̴͓̈́ḫ̴̓o̵̻͒ ̴̗̄h̴̙͝o̷̖̐ ̵̻͘ľ̷̟ŏ̸̥
̶̹̄C̶̟͒ò̴͖͒l̶̝̈́o̵̙͝ ̶̡̂f̸̝́o̵̥̅~̶͕̐ ̴͙̿l̸̬͋o̸̟͊ ̴̭̍h̵̞́ő̶̲ ̵̙̀l̶̺͊ọ̷̒
̷͊...
...maybe not... this is... no time... for ancient... lullabies...
...
-II
̴̖̂

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Sir! The kitchen is overrun with crabs! I've prepared and served and eaten as many as I can but more keep migrating in!
At this rate, I will not be able to prepare your- no no no a new wave approaches I ca
Hold fast, my son.
Hold fast and have courage.
You have served your Lord well.
"Brother quickly! I lost a box of rapidly multiplying crabs and....oh I see you already found them."
Dear gods, sweet brother!
They are multiplying through time as well as space! My suggestion is boiled as much water as you can!
Also, I believe crab blood does have certain properties…
Not that that’s anything you might be interested in…
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...brother... there is... a crab... on my... head...
...
...how?...
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-II
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When... do i... get one...
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... :[ ...
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-the 2nd