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trans_92010-07-23 01:29 am
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A little time to himself
It was getting to be a little late at night, but the Obs deck was still occupied.
Seated on one of the meatcouches, looking out through the massive window into the Bleed, sat Cargn. He'd managed to calm himself from his frustration at their loss during the previous battle, and was now spending some time trying to relax himself further.
He had the right sleeve of his robe rolled up, since it kept catching in the joint of his new prosthetic arm. With his now steel and adamantium encased right hand he was writing down something in a fairly weathered looking tome using an old-fashioned feather quill.
In his other hand, he had a small glass tumbler with a thick, heady black liquor that he occasionally took sips from. It was a small pleasure he indulged in very rarely, one he picked up several centuries ago when he worked beside a rather eccentric Ordo Xenos Inquisitor in a several year long joint-operation. Even then, it wasn't as if he could get intoxicated with his enhanced physique.
He seemed to be enjoying the peace and quiet. Still, he seemed like he wouldn't mind some company.
Seated on one of the meatcouches, looking out through the massive window into the Bleed, sat Cargn. He'd managed to calm himself from his frustration at their loss during the previous battle, and was now spending some time trying to relax himself further.
He had the right sleeve of his robe rolled up, since it kept catching in the joint of his new prosthetic arm. With his now steel and adamantium encased right hand he was writing down something in a fairly weathered looking tome using an old-fashioned feather quill.
In his other hand, he had a small glass tumbler with a thick, heady black liquor that he occasionally took sips from. It was a small pleasure he indulged in very rarely, one he picked up several centuries ago when he worked beside a rather eccentric Ordo Xenos Inquisitor in a several year long joint-operation. Even then, it wasn't as if he could get intoxicated with his enhanced physique.
He seemed to be enjoying the peace and quiet. Still, he seemed like he wouldn't mind some company.
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One of the former of those groups? Quite so.