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Thread: Inglorious Acolytes (Friendly Alien & Openots)

Patricia beamed at the approach. She turned and smiled wide, almost to the point where her cheeks hurt. I would love to! She almost regretted it, afraid of coming off too strongly. She quickly, and a little nervously, ran her fingers through her hair and tucked a few strands behind her ear. I... I think you're right. She agreed with a nod, and got up. And as she stood up, her figure became more obvious. a great set of breasts, and while she had some love-handles on her waist, her hips still stood out. My room or...? The martially aware Guardsman reached for her chin again as she looked at the delightfully pleasant creature walking away. She had a thing for tight clothes, no doubt something enforced by the rarity of them in the Guard. She grinned lightly when her eyes came to her rear, seeing it perfectly filling out that bodyglove, her hips swaying with each step. She sighed too, but for entirely different reasons. She actually entertained the thought of following her. After all, they where supposed to get acquainted... And that was something Mary didn't mind at all. Agnocil was already in the dull, grey and metal hallway, on her way to her quarters. She was already thinking about the mission, but she was couldn't let it go. It . The obvious flaw with the mission and the rooster. The Psyker . She even spat the word out in her head as she thought about the sheer personal insult to being in the same room, to breathe the same air as her and to be expected to fight alongside her? The bare thought disgusted her, but that wasn't the worst part. It was a woman, and... someone with the visage of handsomeness. She refused to admit it though, and the second she caught herself even entertaining the idea of a witch that looked attractive she cursed herself. That lapse of concentration disturbed so much that she broke her stoic composure, closed her eyes and shook her head in a shudder. No doubt she had used her foul warp sorceries to don the visage of another woman, probably a poor soul she had stolen and offered to the altar of the Great Enemy. Agnocil's paranoia knew little bounds, especially when she was riled up.
Thread: Inglorious Acolytes (Friendly Alien & Openots)

Miri grinned widely, the other Adept had a pretty smile. Good looks were well a rarity, at least in her field. Mostly old men, robots, and old men that looked like robots. Of course, that was her old field as well, but that hardly mattered! A new exciting, dangerous life wouldnt be so bad with a fellow colleague around. When the woman exclaimed that she would love to, the smaller Adept jumped a little, obviously a little surprised the soft-spoken visage had vanished quite so quickly. Maybe this girl would be more fun than she thought? It would be a lovely surprise since the Inquisitorial types she met in the past were usually nothing short of terrifying. Hm? Oh! My room, Ive already gotten it situated. She nodded having gotten lost in thought. Reaching out, she tugged on the other womans robe. Honestly, she felt a little diminutive compared to the other woman. Her breasts were smaller, and she was a good bit shorter, and her assets seemed a bit smaller as well. Come, come. We can talk a bit on the way. Miris words were practiced, careful. Hinting at probably from Noble birth or at least higher class of some sort. As soon as they left the room, she began chattering away. So what is your name? I am Miri Xylo, Im guessing you are probably here for the same reason I am? Learned a bit too much, or something you shouldnt have? She asked as they walked along. Thankfully, the rooms were not that far away from the meeting room. I guess I should have seen this coming though. I started studying Chaos, Daemons, Heretics, anything I could get my hands on when I was younger and it just fascinated me I suppose. Of course, Im not a cultist or anything, dreadfully pitiful creatures. But, apparently Im one of the most well learned? People on the subject within the Imperium, guess that isnt something I should brag about though. She went on and on and on until they reached her room, pressing the button next to the door, it slid open. The furnishings were actually surprisingly nice. A table with two chairs, a fair sized cot, and a chest for clothing. Much better than normal accommodations for soldiers, then again they were acolytes now. Still soldiers but soldiers with benefits.
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Patricia didn't know it, but she felt the same way. Dusty old books and dusty old men was what she was used to dealing with, but having this, well, very pretty gal tugging at her robes to get her moving was thrilling. She smiled again and played with her hair again as they got moving. She rested her left hand on her back, absent-mindedly stroking the leather at the same time as she made a curl with a few strands of her hair with her right index finger and thumb. She hardly got a say as Miri went on, but she liked it. She was so happy to meet someone that appreciated what it was like to be learned, to be a scholar. And... Well, also someone that's pretty to look at too but she wasn't about to share that. She told herself that anyway. Oh, I just wanted to understand how the Imperium of Man worked. She began with a modest tone of voice. The organization, the logistics, the grand scale of it all. Oh... And the Adeptus Astartes. She cleared her throat nervously after that, as if it was something she was downplaying. Which she was, she had a thing for the Space Marines ever since she was one as a teenager. That was one of her most cherished memories and experiences. I suppose what we don't see, we read. She smiled, and shrugged lightly. But reading up on the.... Uh, Great Enemy is good in a way. Know Thine Enemy, y'know? Patricia minded her words at that point, as she didn't really feel comfortable saying 'the Dark Gods' out loud. Once she got a good look of the interior of the room, and stepped in, she began to try and connect her own studies with what Miri would have dabbled in. She was trying to find things in common with them. I suppose I've gathered some understanding about the Traitor Legions in my studies... Oh! Then she jumped, shocked at her own bad manners. She reached out a hand, and excused herself. Sorry! My name's Patricia. Patricia Velm. And she was blushing.
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No point in beating around the bush about it. They are the Dark Gods. If we deny they exist, we might as well deny the existence of the God Emperor himself. Without them, we dont have an enemy. Miri also had well a bit of a mouth on her. There had been a reason why they never allowed her to instruct others since once her mouth got running, she didnt have the reasoning or the will to stop. But, as Adepts of the Imperium, it is a duty to seek and learn is it not? Not learning about Chaos, the Dark Gods only hinders us. Plus if I was a heretic, I dont think I would be here now would I? She asked, grinning playfully. Ohh, yeah. They dont like people digging around about the Space Marines. Better to keep the savior of mankind a mystery. Never really looked into them myself, though from what I heard they are terrifying opponents. Truthfully enough, she had only skirted the topics of Space Marines, and the Imperium of Man. Of course, there were Chaos Space Marines, but she could only devote so much study to them. Ohh? Well that certainly would help me quite a bit. My last post didnt have much data hidden away about them. At the introduction though, her brows arched. In all her dithering, she had forgotten about introducing herself. Right! Right, Im Miri Xylo. It is a pleasure to meet you Patricia. So where did you study? I was a Schola Progenium myself before I was recruited into the college. She replied rather hastily, taking the hand gently and shaking it. She had soft hands, as to be expected of someone who worked with data-slates and scrolls all day. As she shook it, she bowed a little, brushing a bit of the black hair over her shoulder. Anyways, sit, sit! We can discuss the mission parameters, Ill get us something to drink. She nodding, pushing the woman over to the chairs rather gently before walking over to her chest. All she had was some old wine from an old partner back at her old post. Digging into the crate, she pulled the bottle out, examining it carefully before pulling out two metal cups. Figure this is as good as anything, right? Just dont tell anyone, hehe. Id hate for this to get confiscated.
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The level of informality Miri used when speaking about Chaos left Patricia a little shocked. She had only met old men that were too old to hide behind fancy words speaking about, well, anything in without giving it some respect. Miri seemed to take it very easily, and Patricia got the impression that she didn't take it seriously enough... But as she felt the hand in her own hand, and was moved over to a chair, she melted. Oh... Oh. She just sat down and let herself be led. She turned her head and followed Miri as she moved to get them the drinks she mentioned. Patricia didn't think about it, but her eyes followed her rear as she leaned over rooting through the chest. She saw her ass push against the robes. She bit her lowerlip gently and breathed, and quickly looked away and adjusted her spectacles on her nose when Miri returned. She swallowed a lump down her throat and tried to get back at the topic. You... would be surprised how many Inquisitor's have been tempted by the Dark Gods through the years... She spoke with a low voice. Not whispering, but as if just highlighting some trivia without trying to sound as if she was boasting. She was terribly worried that she would make a bad impression on Miri. As she sat down, she folded her hands together on her lap unassumingly. She smiled at the bottle though. It had been awhile since she had a drink, but she rarely drank anyway. I hope it isn't too strong... I'm not too good with liquor. She just mentioned it briefly, and didn't go into detail on just how she reacted to the opposite of sobriety. That would have been embarrassing to talk about.
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Oh I know that much. Inquisition work. Very dangerous very alluring. There have been several cells who posed as Heretics to get in close, only to be snared by Chaos. She replied, walking back over to the table. She was well aware Patricia had been examining her. It didnt particularly bother her. More often than she would have liked, the men at the old College had taken liberties at snagging glances, though never taken advantage. But needless to say, Im sure my knowledge will be an asset. You would be surprised, there is very little written documentation on the Chaos Cults or the Dark Gods. Sitting down across from Patricia, she set the cups down, popping the cork off of the bottle. Mmm, not too strong I dont think. But if it is, Ill make sure you dont cause any trouble. The woman teased, a grin on her lips. Tilting it, the red liquid slowly filled the metal cup. She continued pouring until it was full, filling the next ones. They werent large, the cups only held maybe a cup and a half of fluid. Sorry I dont have any wine glasses but well thesell work. Miri snickered, sipping at it. She winced a bit as the bitter fluid ran over her tongue, washing down her throat. So tell me Ms. Velm. What information were you wanting to share about the Traitor Legions? This being a meeting of the mind, it is only fair we share information is it not? The woman asked, sipping at her cup once more. The wine wasnt bad, a nice dry blend. She was glad she brought it along after all. Any special skills with technology or scribing? Fortune telling? Just being an Adept is a broad term since people in our profession do well quite a variety of things after all.
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Patricia nodded knowingly about he lack of source materials and documentation regarding cult practices and information about the gods themselves. She took the cup and sipped gently at first. She found the taste strong but enjoyable. She quite liked it actually. So, she sipped a little more before making a comment, but she was interrupted by Miri asking for a sharing of information. She giggled against the cup, then thought about it. What could she say that would be interesting...? Well... She began, letting the tongue point against the back of the top-row of her teeth for s second. Most documents and reports are second-hand accounts, that much I'm sure you know... Whenever the Ecclesiarchy is directly involved in the reports, either handling them or being part of the burning of the heretics and sorting out the remains, they tend to destroy or alter the reports. The most reliable accounts can be found from Astartes sources. She took another sip. They hate anything with the Legions involved like nothing you could believe, and unless their own personal prestige is at stake, they tend to make very accurate and honest reports. Though, most things involving the original 8 Traitor Legions gets burned out of spite methinks. But 'ordinary' heresy and treason gets decent accuracy. And the irony is that whenever the priesthood has a chance to discredit the Space Marines, they aren't afraid to do just that! Then she gestured with her hands, like a scale. There's a balance that way. Then she put her hands down and reclined against the chair. Her breasts swayed gently from their own weight as the balance shifted onto her own chest. But other than thaaaat, I'm a copyist. Can't say I'm good with machinery though. And then she took another sip, and she was already beginning to feel more chipper and comfortable. So, what did you think about the other ladies? A rough bunch, right? There was almost a cheeky smile at the delivery of that line. As she did have a thing for strong men, she sometimes unconsciously passed that fancy on to women.
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Quietly, Miri listened, nursing the cup all the while. A light blush already coloring her cheeks. Most of what she said was well accurate. Most of her information came from salvaged tech old books and second-hand accounts from shell shocked Imperial Guards. It meant her information was well spotty at times. But in her pretty little head there was more info on Chaos, cults, and all things that went bump in the night than was in any Imperial Library. By the time Patricia finished her little speech, Miri was already pouring herself another cup of the wine. Very likely more wine was a terrible idea for the small Adept, but who was going to stop her? Plus it was her wine, and when you might die the next day, what was the harm in getting a little sauced? Hmmm? Oh the rest of our team? She tapped her lip, sipping from the cup again. Well, let me think. We have a Sororita. Ive met a few of them, just about what youd expect. Rude, tall, and more likely to crush your head than actually help you. A Moritat, honestly, that alone scares the hell out of me. I know more than I ought to when it comes to their cult and you know, they revel in their bloodshed a lot more than most servants of the Emperor do. A guardswoman dont know too much about her since I lack a good amount of knowledge when it comes Imperial Guard. Same goes for out Psyker. Aaand last but not least, a pretty little Adept who happened to find her way into my room. Miri teased a bit, winking at the woman across the table, taking another swig from her cup.
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While Miri was justifying this drink with a fatalistic attitude, Patricia hadn't even considered just how dangerous it could be. Which was strange, since she was very aware of just how dangerous it was just being associated with an Inquisitor, let alone working for one. She was probably too distracted to give it the serious thought that it deserved. And distracted she was! She agreed with what Miri was talking about, at the same time as her eyes wandered over her form absent-mindedly and just adoring her long black hair. She moved a hand up to her own hair, slowly making curls just under her right ear. She hummed and nodded on and off, thinking to herself that the Sister really was the most intimidating of the lot, save for the Inquisitor herself. The others did however have a charm to them. The mysterious and dark Assassin wearing that snug latex suit did spark her imagination, and the rugged but handsome Guardsman wasn't without her charm. And the last remark, about herself, made her giggle. She sipped the last drops of the mug and smiled, lowering it on to her lap with both hands, unknowingly squeezing her ample chest together with her arms. Well... I like to look at it that I happened to find myself in the room of a pretty little Adept. And she smiled a big blushing smile, looking at the little flirt in front of her. She felt excitement and thrill building inside of her, and it made her squirm. It just happened naturally, without any concious effort from her to be flirty at all. That's what stopped her from really absorbing the situation to the fullest, considering her... predicament. It was one of the reasons she had a habit of having a hand on her lap when she was talking with people, being as self-concious as she was.
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It was never a secret that Inquisitorial work was dangerous. Hell, it was borderline suicidal. If you werent killed by Xeno, Chaos, Heretics, or Daemons, there was a good chance that another Acolyte would probably end your life for a shot at glory. It wasnt entirely uncommon for more than two cells of acolytes to be assigned the same mission though whether the Inquisitor was doing to just be sadistic or it had some actual impact on the mission was always up for debate. Needless to say, it was generally a bad idea to challenge an Inquisitors orders. Whatever they said was law, even if they decided to order Exterminatus, the desctruction of a planet that was beyond saving. Miri blinked at the compliment, her blush only deepening. A grin playing at her lips as she placed the now, empty, cup on the table. Oh? What a little flirt you are. What happened to that shy stammering demeanor I saw earlier, hmmm? She asked, biting her as Patricia squeezed her bust together, giving the considerable breasts a little more oomph! not that she minded in the least. Honestly, when it came to women, she preferred ones that were almost the exact same shape as the woman sitting across from her. For a moment, she considered filling her cup back up but decided against it. So tell me, what is YOUR take on our companions, hmmm? Surely you must have some input on them. Miri asked, cradling her chin in her hand, looking across the table at the other woman.
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Being called a flirt would have made her shy into a hole in the ground, but she was in a different state of mind than usual. She giggled softly and held up the cup with the tips of her fingers as to answer the reason why she wasn't as shy as before. She spun the cup, and glanced at Miri from the corner of her eyes. She shifted her weight on the chair, grinding her legs together for a brief second and sighing when she pondered over the question. She actually liked the question, and now that she have had a little drink in her she could be more honest than usually. And in her tipsy state of mind she didn't think it was a bad thing, even if her tastes in women had changed the last year from being indifferent to secretly admiring. Well... She stared by rolling her tongue in her mouth. The Sororitas looks angry. I can't tell how she is other than that, that was the only impression I got from her. And she told herself that her armour hid too much of her body to make any assessment on how attractive she was. I guess she had a pretty face. And she shrugged. Then she bit her lip and looked down at the table thinking about the Assassin. She was not too familiar with the workings of the orders of Assassins, other than how they would be used and by whom. The bodyglove was... interesting though. She giggled again and ground her legs together again, squirming as her thoughts became a little less than chaste. She made sure to keep her legs together, just as a reflex... But her tipsiness made her less cautious than she should have. Miri couldn't tell yet, but there was a throbbing desire between Patricia's legs, and it was without a doubt in the shape she couldn't expect.
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An angry Sororita? Oh my, thats a new one. Miri rolled her eyes playfully. It didnt surprise her too much. Once or twice in the past she encountered the Sisters of Battle and not once had they ever been well friendly. Always rather brusque and stiff probably why they usually got along with the old men at the College so well. Then we have a Guardsman and a Psyker as well. So out of all of us, probably only three educated folks? Well depends on how sane the Psyker is. I mean you know. They might have all the knowledge of the universe locked up in that noggin but it is hard to separate fact from fiction when they might just be the mouthpiece of a Daemon. Guess it is probably good we have the Sororita along in that case. They usually tend to be quite talented as purging the wicked and all that. That and swinging big hammers though the two seem to go hand in hand. Miri rambled on and on, staring up at the ceiling. And what about you? I dont know a single thing about you. Probably better to get it from your own mouth than from the data-slate. She stated, grinning widely at the other. What makes you special unique? Why did they elect you to come along, hmmmm? She asked almost teasingly. In truth, she genuinely was curious, but at the same time, she never would have outright asked someone such a thing if she was sober. A mutation? Or something more sinester?
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Patricia thought about each person that Miri mentioned. The Guardsman had the kind of look to her that made her imagine herself crawling into her arms, and having the Guardsman hug her tight all protectively. The Psyker looked nice, but she was a little uncomfortable around them. They where after all the potential gateways to the Warp just as Miri said. But she wasn't having unpleasant thoughts on her mind at the moment. Oh no, she was having all kinds of pleasant fantasies and scenarios running through her head. When Miri looked up, she revealed her neck. Patricia just stared at her, looking over her nice shapes when she could take a peek. Patricia moistened her lips when the delightful woman started to insinuate that Patricia had to have some unique skill or attribute. She couldn't imagine it being anything other than her insights in Imperial workings... But then she insinuated something sinister. A physical trait. The girl pressed her lips together and put her hands on her lap. She became very shy again, and more aware of her own body than she had been before. Feeling a throb between her legs, she pressed her knees together and squashed her secret between her soft and cool thighs. A very whimper that could have been confused with a sigh escaped her closed mouth. Her heart started to beat in her chest. This was... exciting, but dangerous at the same time. She was deathly frightened to have her secret known, and to scare away the only potential friend in the group as far as she could see... And, well, the most likely potential something-more-than-a-friend of the group as well. Patricia raised her face slightly and looked at Miri, the large glasses covering most of the face but it could not hide her red cheeks and unsure expression. She was hiding something and Patricia was torn between running away and test just how open-minded Miri really was. It's... Something.