The war against corruption

[Yuno]

ooc(no such position exists in the Harlequinn chain of command...and you are a shadow spectre which means to my character you are at best a chosen of Khaine. There is no way she is going to accept you. For her she must respect few and obey few. He would have no such mark not only because one does not exist but also because he is not of the Harlequinns who are VERY selective and do not bless outsiders.)

He watched her face and it did not change. Her lips remained in a souless grin and her eyes did not widen. He was not given long to consider it as her hand came up hard and fast and struck the side of his face her pink and green gloved hand meeting his face with a crack. "Deceiver." she said coldly her other hand flying up to meet his throat her gaze still cold and emotionless, "No such title exists and you are one of Khaine. You dare claim my Lord's blessing." he could feel her hand tightening around his throat, "He does not speak through your kind." she said as her bad leg came out under his feet sweeping out his legs as she let go of his throat allowing him to clutter to the ground. Her mask activated as she looked down upon him, "I would strike you down where you stand but I do not care to explain it to the High Master." He saw her leg poise as if it was going to kick him but instead she coldly spoke down at him, "If you dare make claims and wear that mark near me again I will show you the wrath of the Laughing Lord. And you will trust me when I say that dance will slay you." she giggled at her own joke though her face remained cold as she turned stalking back towards Draelan her pace increased despite the pain it caused her.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

"Then who sends me the damned visions of you being ripped limb from limb, tortured, and the revived only to have it done again! I awoke 10 years ago with whatever this mark is and the visions believing it is from him! I am the last of a dying breed, Khaine has forsaken us and so you tell me why I am here to protect you! Why am I having visions of you and I, side by side as the fabric of reality is ripped in two, and daemons pouring out to claim you?"

[Yuno]

He watched her turn the mask she wore inactive in it’s frightening power as she pulled it away her face smooth and impassive as he watched the pink eye focus in on him. She pointed at him with the same coldness that seemed to rule her actions, “that mark you have does not belong to the one who laughs. It belongs to the one who failed to kill him.” He felt a strangeness from the pinkish purple eye. As if it was announcing some long joke that only her existence knew. “Your mark belongs to another. And the visions you see I have not seen. But I am perfectly capable of protecting myself. I am a Solitare. I am the pinnacle of the Harlequinn way of life. A life your kind does not understand. We are guided by faith in the Great Jokester. Your kind are lost in the darkness because you no longer have faith in your god.” She grinned almost with pity as the pink eye seemed to rush out as if to claim his soul, “If I were you..I would look at myself and wonder why I so lusted after the faith of another.” She once again turned away from him her long patterned hair sent flying by the motion as she left him to wonder just which mark she had meant.

[Esiphas]

Draelan looked back and forth between the two. "So I am no Harlequin either? What you say is so Final my Lafy Solitaire. so... Certain. Yet as an Eldar you must realise that things can be changed. Things are not set till they happen. A joke may be told, but no one knows wholl laugh. A dance may go on- anyone might trip. No one can tell. Prehaps his Visions have some meaning. Prehaps I am a dancer, like you say i cannot be." He then realises who he speaks to, and adds "I mean no disrespect, of course." He then sighs and turns around. "Who knows what the Lord of the Dance is planning? None can fathom his smile, his frown. They are all madks and have too much meaning." He turned around again. Something was different. The runes in his eyes were altering. The Scorpion part has nearly faded, and a new rune is surfacing, but it is as of yet unrecognisable.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

"Was it no you who just said that the Laughing One has his hand in my affairs? What if the chosen path has shifted. I list after no path I only wish to complete the task given me." The look on his face was not loss but a bit smug as he thee her own words back into her face. "I am reaper, spider, scorpion, and hawn in one. I know how the paths shift, now think wisely because when and if I leave this planet will fall much faster than if I were to stick around."

[Yuno]

Sarina was quieted though neither could tell who had particularly sent her into thought. She leaned slowly against the wall lifting her damaged leg up. Though she would never have admitted it to anyone chills had been running over her body for the last five minutes and she could feel the bandage was soaked with blood.
Sweat had begun to gather along her head as she looked at the two as if somehow she hadn’t properly made herself clear, “I never speak in certainties..life is a gamble. I know this better than it may seem to you two.” She turned glancing at Draelan, “When I said that I simply meant you were not yet a master of dance. I did not say you never could be.” She slowly turned her cold gaze onto Ellaro, “I said he had his hand in many affairs. If not all. That does not make you his or chosen, or even a seer.” She seemed to leer at him although her face hadn’t changed, “No task is has been given..you have seen a random string of events and interpreted them to mean you must protect me. But for all you know in those events it meant you delivered me to the evil force.” She breathed in, “Which I tend to believe is more likely than that the Laughing Lord wants you to protect me given that the mark on your face belongs to Slaanesh.” She delivered that in a quiet cold voice that wasn’t meant to cut. “I cannot of course be certain as the two are often easy to confuse in matters like this. But I have paced the halls of the library many times and I can tell you that mark is far more the god of pleasures than the god of laughs.” She slid slowly down the wall, “Nor did I tell you to leave..I do not have that right.” She paused to stare ahead at the wall, “I cannot tell you what you can do or be. I can simply tell you what marks are known. The future cannot be predicted so much as forecast.” She slowly sat, “please call a medic..I think there is internal bleeding. And I rather like my leg…I don’t want to lose it.”

[hivetyrant103110]

Mergul looked up to the large Wraith Seer and was wondering about his thoughts. "What do you see?" Mergul was feeling worried as if something had frightened the Seer and whatever it was would certainly frighten him for any Wraith construct certainly didn't fear death.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

(I will be watching but don't ask me to post till I see the time is right just a heads up.)

Ellaro picked up his helmet and slid it on, "if you do not wish me to help I will take my leave. But be warned the tides of fate are against you." With that he vanished all that was left was an eerie chill in the hall as a medic came jogging in. "Lord Ellaro said to be here at this time with my tools...but never told me why."

[Esiphas]

Draelan chuckled. "A shadow Spectre who can see the future. Someones a little bit talented eh?" He looked to Sarina. "Well, i guess its about time I dissapeared. You need the mediic, and I need to report to my Exarch... Foor now." Then he wandered off, whistling ab old Eldritch Tune. The second he stepped into the shade of the trees, He was gone.

[Yuno]

As Ellaro left he heard behind him, "And that is how I know you are not at all commited to my safety. And also how I know that mark is of Slaanesh." she breathed this out still the same cold voice. The medic then knelt beside her careful not to touch her leg as Draelan left and she nodded at him in good bye.

She breathed in as the medic leaned towards her. She expected his request for permission to touch her and was mustering the strength to nod when she felt a warm hand on her cheek stroking it softly, "I will send word to the Master Jester. He will send them for the test." her eyes widened as she breathed out, "I do not know how you know that I.." she felt a finger meet her lips silencing her as the medic grinned, "You are about to face a hard time....." she saw another medic step from the shadows. This one was strangely beautiful, not like the one before her now who seemed to be infinetly funny and caring but almost a scary beauty. "Come now you know the rules with her." she turned feeling great fear as the other medic knelt to help lift her up his hands closing around her leg and squeezing it painfully. She cried out in pain at him as blood hit the floor. The two medics squabbled while carrying her over some set of rules, "It was never stated that I couldn't keep her in the peak of health." the strong beauty nodded, "True. But I will help as well then." she soon found herself on a table screeching for help as one leaned over her grinning horribly, "Pretty duckling we'll soon have that fixed. I am surprised you do not enjoy my touch." she screamed for the full ten minutes as her flesh grew back together and the two medics held her down until the end. Only then did she feel a cold and warm touch on her head the last thing she saw was two men poised over her as if about to do battle.

[Edzilla]

" I nearly forgot my seer, we have solataire down here with internal bleeding, somekind of medic could be appreicated as opposed to this coward down here. " Unaviel said through comms
"A solataire!" Farseers voice suddenly gained enthusiam
"A besides.... I'd rather like her to live" a comment which shocked the farseer.

[Esiphas]

Draelan finished his report in about 10 minutes, all the whilst thinking something was odd. He nodded his thanks to the Exarch, and turned to leave. He found the medic aproaching him. ''Ah, finished with theJeser so soon?'' he smiled. The medic looked confused. ''Ihave no permission to touch your Stubborn Jester. I have not, and will not treat her.'' Draelen looked confused. Then his eyes widened, he pulled his helmet on and leapt into the Medics Shadow, diassapearing. Seconds later, he rolledc from the treeline where he had left, weapons drawn. Two men stood over the Solitaire. ''Touch her and Die, by my hand or fate, Idiots. Surrender now,''

[Yuno]

ooc (ummm my post sort of made it clear that the two medics had finished with her already...so Im not certain how to handle your post...)

[Edzilla]

OOC( are you talking to me or draelan, if me ill delete)

[Yuno]

ooc(Draelan. His post chronologically makes no sense..those men came exactly as he left and would have been near finished with her by the time he finished his briefing..)