#marcusmettalus

[askjenetiakrole]

Surtr Muspelson stood before the alabaster memorial statue, inlaid with gold and silver filigree, the black enamel paint that stained the frozen likeness of hair and robes flaked from age and repeated acid rain. "Jenetia,,, could you ever forgive this tired old man, for being not there when you called?" The ancient Terran, thousands of years having come and gone, finally stood on him home world,, only to find memorials and graves, of those who he would call friends and allies. (@marcusmettalus )

Jenetia Krole stands to the side, watching impassively. There is neither judgement nor mercy in her gaze, for she left such things behind long ago. The ages have not been kind to her. Her silver armour is tarnished, the aquila tattoo on her forehead faded to pale scarlet. Only Veracity remains as she has always been, immutable.

There is no forgiveness, she signs in Thoughtmark. There is no proloquor to give voice to the words, has not been since she buried the last. Only learning to live beneath the weight of our sins.

@marcusmettalus

[divinituscaptivus]

"You,, live? How can this be, no no, this must be a trick. I saw you, in my visions, trapped and broken upon ths Throne. Crippled husk of bone and ash-rot, every waking second an agony while you tried to reach out to your Companions, to have them release you, to let you pass on to join the Æsir. I was to free you! To break the bonds forced onto you, and let you bring back The Light to the shattered and divided Imperium! How is it you walk and breathe freely!" High King Surtr Muspelson of the Guardians of Asgård.

“I am unaware myself.” The god-king answered. 

“Though I have several hypotheses.” 

[some-old-psyker]

*Notices headcanon about Ana's eyes, the curious biomancy powers, the unwilling passenger/host and having contact and time with various non-Imperial Factions* Oh this gives plenty of ideas,, and bumping into any from the Kingdom of Midgård is gonna make them double take, mistaking Ana as one of their own. (Also, Hello! Beautiful writing and language used from what I have thus read! Curious to see where Ana goes with her stories!)

Thank you! Yes I’d love to do a thread with you at some point. I’m kind of a baby when it comes to RP (especially in regards to actually forming a coherent plot 😳) but I feel like I’m improving! At least a little at a time.

[brainplagued]

Hrrrr this one is friend-ally of Eliksni, yes-yes? Veroksis of House Wolves greets you. Baronnes Koris, Archon Keldar yes-yes. We ally-fight with the [Din-Ha] hrr, and the Za-Vah-Lah. I am too [Din-Ha] but am not of Last City, of Wilds-Plains. Metal-flesh, oil-ether, Sun-Light and Void-burn.

[ireliis bow] velask, Veroksis! Envoy of the House of Light greets you. Eia, I am a friend and an ally. You are welcome among my House.

[fuukonomiko]

*Drops a chocolate fondant cake in front of the Muses and Mun* Chocolate has been served, as for loneliness. Well, you're never alone, cause you got all our silly asses here. One giant idiot family that try their best to look out for each other, one way or another.

“Thank you for your generosity. This chocolate delicacy will be consumed with much joy!”

“I think I may have had a bit too much.”

[ask-vox-hailer-boy]

Boy, of what age are you? Are you still a youth, or are you of age?

iiim not sure? The one grease man said i was yung enough to become a caastodies though...

[tt-vision]

Hey there! Just wanted to drop by and say two things. 1) YOUR ART IS GORGEOUS!! and 2) You've made me get Black Desert Online. I hope you're happy. I too want to woo the black oily shadow guide and them them awkward as heck.

Thank you so much! (And sorry… lol) I hope you have fun with that little shit. Remember he will wuv you no matter what.

[shield-captain-pandora]

"Can't sleep Custodes?" Praetor Surtr of the 13th Great Company from the Space Wolves chuckles dryly.

“Sleep even eludes some of us.” Pandora said, peering down toward the Space Wolf. The night outside the palace was rather nice; she decided to take up guarding outside for once in wake of her being unable to slumber. She knew her speed would decrease as a result of one night even on the most minuscule of levels however. Still unacceptable for a Custodian she felt. 

“We don’t need much sleep, Astarte.” She uttered impassively. 

[tired-space-politician]

High King Surtr, an ancient in his age, a fellow Warrior from the Great Crusade, sat now across from Roboute. The mountain of a man stood eye to eye with Roboute, but now these two titans sat at a conference table, ready to discuss of what is to become of their relation. An Empire of humanity, technology, and faith in a singular God of man,, and a Kingdom of man, innovation, and a Pantheon of Gods. What would their future hold, and how close would these Ancients stand by each other?

Roboute sighed and sat. Dataslate at the ready including the entire Victrix guard. The guards were there more for decoration's sake as they insisted on coming with him.

"What would you like to start with?"

[argent-queen]

16. "I really like how this turned out, Lady Pendragon."

“Ah- thank you, dear.” Elspeth smiled warmly at her guest. “But please, your praise is better suited for my chefs. The kitchen staff are all such hard workers.”

[askjenetiakrole]

💟- Wildcard!!! (Peering into the memories of Jenetia Krole, left hand of the King on High)

Serenity

Serenitatis lived up to her name. Alarms that would have howled on any other ship flashed their mute warnings across heads-up displays. Deck officers hurried to and fro beneath red emergency lighting, attracting attention with alert runes pinged between handheld devices in order to communicate in the silence demanded by the vessel’s captain.  Standing on the edge of the command dais, Jenetia Krole watched the quiet bustle with grim satisfaction. It kept them focused. Prevented them from panicking. And there was much to panic about. Eight minutes ago all sense of motion had suddenly stopped. Three minutes ago the warp engines had died. Twelve seconds ago, the Geller field followed.  Do we have any idea what’s happening out there? Krole asked the mistress of aetherics, responsible for the augur arrays that served as the ship’s eyes and ears.  Instruments are recalibrating, General. All readings dropped to zero when the anomaly occurred.  Get me the Navigator, the Witchseeker General demanded. There were some things that technology could not account for. Moments later, the silence of the bridge was shattered by the Navigator’s screams. The master of vox had the wherewithal to shut the transmission down almost immediately. Krole shot him a brief look of gratitude before turning back to the mistress of aetherics.  It appears we have translated.  Impossible, First Officer D’antès protested. Serenitatis was built from null-psionic materials, layered with warding, and equipped with the finest warp core the Mechanicum was capable of maintaining. Her sailing was uncommonly smooth, but she was still two hundred megatonnes of reality that had to rip her way into another dimension to travel between stars. Translation was rarely an easy process. It was never gentle.  Raise blast shields.  General, I-  Krole shut D’antès down with a hard glare. Impossible or not, she was certain they were no longer in the warp. The Witchseeker General stepped down from the command dais, making her way to the main occulus as the blast shields began to rise. The cold light of distant stars poured in, and the bridge crew breathed a collective sigh of relief. One pale star shone closer and brighter than the others.  They were, Krole judged, well short of the star’s Mandeville point. It would take months of sub-light travel to reach the system. How she knew there was a system, she could not say. She knew, all the same, that a world orbited that star. It exerted an almost magnetic pull on her, a yearning. She didn’t wait to find out whether the rest of the Ninth Expeditionary Fleet was still with them.  All ahead full.

(Peer into my muse’s memories: ❤️ 💛 💚 💜 💔 ❣ 💕 💞 💓 💗 💖 💝 💘 💟)

[ask-angron-thalkyr]

☃ - I’m not sure how our characters would meet. (I do not recall many moments when the World Eaters interacted with the Space Wolves during the Great Crusade, :S)

Welllll there was the one time Angron and Leman Russ got into a three day fist fight and punched the shit out of each other, with no clear winner >_>; WE’s don’t really... get along with Space Wolves.

[bouddicathesavage]

*stares curiously through the glass* (A captured Ascended from the Kingdom of Asgård. Clearly female, but golden skin, no eyes, great wings of tawny feathers that glow dimly. There is dried liquid on the walls, no doubt the Inquisition has taken turns beating the being, it's inhuman blood staining the containment cell.)

“Humane doesn’t seem to come from humans any more.” Bouddica sighed and ran a hand over the glass. It was strong but she was a daughter of the Emperor, forged in the fires of Terra and tempered on the ice of Abeth. “Stand back from the glass.” She added a gesture too incase the being couldn’t understand words. Then she clenched her fist and drove it through the containment glass, shattering it. She pulled back her lacerated fist and struck again and again until the glass had completely shattered from its housing and the Ascended could come through. “Come with me.”

[fuukonomiko]

marcusmettalus replied to your photo “Yes, doctors get graded and rated. You think grading ends in school?...”

And these are,, good scores?

Yes! I’ve done good for the last few months. Yay!

[marcusmettalus]

What's this? OwO

Breaking out the rubber bands to keep this fracking bird in one piece while the glue knits the pieces together.

@tempestor-prime-baran

@warp-hath-no-fury

Aerial support and meme-ship inbound.

[teechew]

marcusmettalus a réagi à votre billet “I am so mad at my mother rn.  We’re signing the new place’s lease in 5...”

*Hugs!* Want me to drive down? I have a four day weekend right now, same with next week

Thank you dear, but like I said I’m way too busy and can’t do anything else than boxes and cleaning If I want stuff to progresses. I appreciat the though <3