#oc: Imhoden

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Rumor Has It

Author's note: More of Imhoden in Husbandry

Summary: Imhoden sulks at Janus for an unfair punishment he got when he squabbled with some renegade Space Wolves.

Warning: None? Let me know if I need to add anything. 

Past =-= Next

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One of the things that Imohoden had been warned about - was Chaos, with a capital C, at least on Ancient Terra. Slowly he’d been told about the Fall of the Legions, at least half of them. How the fighting had spread to becoming a full fledged civil war.

It had been surprising, yet not entirely so- that things had exploded so spectacularly, especially with hindsight-and with what his brothers, those who had survived The Deal and The Dusting (whatever the fuck that is) how things had been driven to that path.

Some of his brothers encouraged him to Join Chaos, others informed him that it was better to not doom and damn himself with such a thing. The Bonds- and how they affected things is terribly fascinating and he’s on one of the many research teams, as well as being Bonded himself, it helps with assessing how things are going and what, carefully, gently, the limits of certain kinds of Bonds are.

Imhoden is working on some paperwork, which ugh, is so fucking boring, yet is also incredibly important. He’d rather be researching and writing about interesting things. Not this sort of petty grox-shite.

He doesn’t realize how fierce his scowl is until he hears a familiar- yet not voice call out to him. “Oh dear- someone’s sour. What’s wrong Odie?”

Imhoden turns to look over and up at Janus, the sharp and angry features on his face lightening and brightening up when he recognizes Janus. His brother has changed- so Much, has lived so long, but there are still some recognizable parts of his brother’s soul and magic that makes it easier for him to recognize him.

His brother has been heavily twisted and mutated by the Chaos Deity of Change, trickery, and schemes. Janus is very bird-like in his movements and habits, as well as in looks. He’s got a flexible (disturbingly) flexible beak and has some feathers that twirl in dizzying patterns along his armor.

“I’m being punished with menial paperwork,” Imhoden complains dramatically.

“Why do you say that brother?” Janus asks, tilting his head, and with a teasing chuckle that sounds like a bird song, “And what did you do to deserve punishment.”

“Those fucking barbarian wolves deserved it,” Imhoden spat out, angrily, “Those fucking Space Wolf renegades were howling and jabbering about. Demanding help with one of their Number suddenly getting a bonded, but they didn’t know if it was one of three humans they semi-kidnapped.”

“Space wolves are barbarian bastards, yes,” Janus agrees with a whistle his hands, which have bird-like talons flex.

“I was, unfortunately,” Imhoden says unhappily, “The poor Psyker within grabbing range to assess them.”

“And?” Janus prompted gamely.

“The fuckers too offense to the fact that I’m a Son of Magnus,” Imhoden said, “And we got into a bit of a fight- the fuckers had me out numbered.”

“That’s unfortunate.” Janus says sympathetically as he eyes his brother for injuries- Space wolves could fight very dirty at times.

“The fight was stopped by Apothecary Hura,” Imhoden says with a grimace and a shudder. He’d met that particularly… twisted Chaos Space Marine before.

“Ah- and as punishment he sent you to do paperwork,” Janus says with a nod, “yes- Apothecary Hura is… Intimidating, and clever.”

“It was that or apologize to the Space Wolves,” Imhoden says, “And I was not going to apologize to those fuckers.”

“Hura’s great at picking horrible punishments that stick with a person.” Janus says with a grimace, “without going too far, so you can’t complain to the Base Commander for a different sentence. Especially since they could make you do some even worse grox-shit.”

“Yes!” Imhoden says, throwing his hands up in the air as he leans back in the chair.

“At least, it’s not worse.” Janus points out.

“... Yeah.” Imhoden says, “I think they pissed Apothecary Hura or his puppy of a not-apprentice Cedric though.”

“Why do you think that?” Janus asks.

“Hura inflicted a harsher punishment on them than he did for me.” Imhoden says smugly, “Or they are known Trouble Makers who get worse punishments from the get-go. Serves them right, either way.”

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Nightmares

Past -.- Future

Author's note: More Husbandry with Imhoden.

Summary: Imhoden sees more of these Chaos Marines, and has to go to the medbay to get checked out. He really, really doesn't want to be here.

Warnings: Panic attack, or at least the beginning of one. Body horror? Death Guard Horrifying Looks, seeing the eldritch horror that is Chaos Marines, Seeing The Truth Behind the Warp Veil. Let me know if I need to add anything.

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Imhoden had been brought before the local Chaos Marine Chapter Master near where he had fallen. The acting chapter master is one of the Black Legion, which he still doesn't know which Legion that is, but he looks like a caricature of a Son of Horus, most of these Chaos Marines are horribly mutated and feel so wrong in his senses. Twisted, corrupted, sick, wrong, his senses of the Immaterium scream at him. He tries to keep his twitching to the minimum, not wanting to be thought of as Weak or as pray.

As it is, most of them seem to hold some level of contempt for him, even if they also seem to fear him at some level. But as a Psyker, and a son of The Red King, it was a familiar series of feelings and social issues from those of lesser understandings that he's had to suffer his entire life. He's a Son of the Sorcerer King of Prospero, this is merely a minor inconvenience that he can, must, and will rise above. He speaks to the Entity in charge that claims to be an Astartes and he's ordered to go to their medbay to be checked out by one of their Apothecary types.

He bristles, but knows that while he's in these creatures’ domain he has to follow the rules carefully. He's read about, been warned about Warp Predators and Fae creatures that may try to take on the faces of those he knows, or knows of. But to have them so badly take on the forms of his cousins makes his stomach roll as he tries to figure out what it is he can do to get out of the situation that he's in. Imhoden has noticed from when he's first tried to use his powers that Psykery is much, much more difficult, time, resource and energy consuming than it should be, so he needs to carefully conserve his resources and only use what he has available to him, which is severely limited, very, very carefully.

He's guided- and guarded on his way to the med bay. He's glad for his helmet to protect him because he stills as he sees, while the med bay is clean, sort of, the horrific and horrifying entities that fake, poorly, very, very poorly, at being Apothecaries has him slowly trying to edge away from the entrance of the med bay and from his 'guides' who are more likely his guards to keep him from trying to escape. One of the... 'chaos space marine' apothecary types comes over to him. They look almost normal, except they have multiple sets of eyes and curling horns, and look as if they are diseased, infected, and likely will cause him more harm than good being in their presence.

"Greetings," They gurgle at him with a voice like poisoned honey and the garggling of a thousand ill souls. "I am Brother Apothecary Hura of the Death Guard. What brings you in today?"

Imhoden tries not to shake and takes another small step back, or tries to as his 'guides' grab him and push him forward.

"We've got a new arrival," One of his 'guides' on the left says. "He was in the desert on his own for several days before we found him. He's a bit jumpy."

Hura nods, and smiles a little at him, his teeth yellowed and rotted and he can smell a disgusting, sweet fetid rot and decay. Imhoden tries not to gag or throw up, through his helmet, and it's filters are working over time he can smell this horrific thing.

"I see," Hura says with a nod, 'Come along then, Cousin, what name do you go by?"

Imhoden is not going to give this thing his name, at least not a part of his true name, such things hold power and weight. But to lie, which might get caught would also be an exceedingly poor idea. He has to come up with something and fast. Even though his eyes are watering and he's trying not to heave as the Chaos Marines guide him to a private room. Oh fuck no, he's not going to be trapped in a small room with that thing. As he passes by the main area of the medbay, seeing other rooms and treatment of other horrific creatures that almost strain his gaze and make him want to scream and run or destroy them all and claw his own eyes out.

He closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths, trying not to get dizzy. Fuck the smell in here is almost horrifying bad as he tries to think, "Odi."

It's a childhood nickname that he had, long before he became an Aspirant of the illustrious legion of the Thousand sons.

"It's nice to meet you," Hura gurgles at him.

Imhoden spots the horrifying bug-like carapace as the other turns his back towards him and sees the massive, moth wings that are folded neatly against the other's armor. This place is a nightmare, and he really, really needs to find a way out before they decide to eat him, or worse, there are far worse things than death.

"I am in acceptable levels of health," Imhoden says, "And I have been drinking plenty of water and eating enough food, so I am injured and not in need of medical care."

"Are you an Apothecary?" Hura asks him with a gurgling croon.

"I have had first aid training," Imhoden replies honestly, "But I am not an Apothecary."

"Per the rules, all new arrivals need to be checked over by an Apothecary." Hura gurgles, looking at him closely, tilting his head at an impossible angle. "Would you prefer to be seen by a Loyalist Apothecary?"

"If I said yes, would I go to a Loyalist Apothecary or would they be brought... here...?" Imhoden says eyeing Hura tensely, the 'guides' on the other side of the door to the exam room he's in and trying to decide if attaching this entity and seeing if he can escape is a good, or exceptionally poor idea.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Guided

Past =-= Next

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of. Let me know if I need to add anything.

Summary: He's trying to figure out what his next moves are.

Author's note: Imhoden's next chapter.

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He’d requested that if Space Wolves, those vile barbarians were in the area, that he doesn’t have to deal with them. Especially since those bastards destroyed Prospero, unjustly. Imhoden had been one of the Sorcerer Kings of Prospero who rose up in defiance against the Space Wolves hunting. 

Hearing how his father had died at the hands of the Barbarian Wolf King burned a rage fierce in his hearts that had been difficult to quell. But he had managed to calm down enough to not set himself sparking with rage. Using the Warp was very, very difficult now, and the cost of energy was higher than he was used to it being. 

He carefully joins a group of Loyalist Thousand Sons, all of them from various points in the Imperium’s history. They were trying to figure out how they got here, and if there was a way to get back to where they had come from. Even if they did manage to do so, could they, would they remember what they learned when they had come to Ancient Terra. 

Time paradoxes, as well as Time Loops and the potential for setting Alternate Timelines were all discussed among this band of brothers, and their fellow cousins who have the knowledge of learned scholars and mastery of the Warp. 

Hearing of the Ordo that helps manage and maintain the timeline, sending their agents to ensure The Holy Timeline (whatever that means to make sure that things don’t go off course) seems… almost insane. 

Also, while that Ordo hasn’t been formed yet, they could have agents in this time, or nearby monitoring the flow of time and see if there were ‘unholy’ branches that started to bud, and they would destroy that which didn’t fit their narrow world view of What Was  The Right Time Line.

 And some baseline humans called his Legion Arrogant. To think that one could control Time itself and the flow into the Proper Time, sounded absolutely arrogant and the height of stupid foolishness that would only end in tragedy that none would remember and potential tragic hilarity. For all creatures are subjected to Time, for its cruel grasp, that and Death are the only two real certainties. 

One of the times that Imhoden was out gathering some supplies, he hears a voice that he can barely recognize. He turns and sees one of the Chaos Marines- in Colors of post-Heresy Thousand Sons. His hearts sink and his eyes widen when he realizes just who it was that was calling out to him.

One of those who’d survived the burning of Prospero and the Deal with The Chaos God, who’d survived Ahriman’s destruction of the Thousand Sons into ‘curing’ the Flesh Change.

“Janus?” Imhoden gasps out. No- his brother- one of his dearest friends in the Thousand Sons. One of the brothers whom had been with him since the very beginning stages of him becoming a Space Marine of the Thousand Sons was. Had fallen.

“You look just how you did,” Janus says stunned as he peers down at his smaller and now younger brother, “I’m glad that you survived the Burning of Prospero, even though it meant your arrival here.”

“For me, the Burning of Prosper has only been a few months,” Imhoden says.

“For me it’s been nearly ten thousand years,” Janus says, before smirking at him, “You are now the little brother.”

Imhoden groans at that, they had been almost born and started their Aspirant training on the near same day. So arguing over who was older and who was younger was something that they’d teasingly done all throughout their lives.

“Janus, no,” Imhoden says with an annoyed groan.

“Janus, yes.” Janus warbled back with a cackle. “I’ve missed you Odi, so much.”

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No Part Goes to Waste

Prologue =-= Past =-= Next

Author's note: Next part in Imhoden's story in husbandry. Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric.

Summary: Imhoden gets the checkup he's required to have done by a young Apothecary with an unknown to him Heraldry... at least he's a Loyalist as well. But now he has a little cousin to protect in a place filled with Warp Monsters masquerading as Cousins...

Warnings: Let me know if I need to add more.

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Imhoden, thankfully, didn't have to be checked over by the Entity that called themself Hura. Who claimed to be a Death Guard Apothecary. A few days later, Hura had come back with a young Son of Dorn in colors of Black, White and red markings and a Black Cross Heraldry that he doesn't recognize.

"Since you won't let me or any of the other Apothecaries in this base tend to you," Hura gurgles at him in a disapproving manner, "I have brought a Loyalist Space Marine Apothecary to check you over."

"That is a kind gesture," Imhoden says in response to Hura's statement as he eyes the younger, and larger cousin carefully.

Trying to see if the Scout-ling Apothecary has been bewitched or something by Hura. From what his senses can tell him, and they are awfully sluggish, and slow to respond, and far more difficult to handle he hasn't been. At least from what he can tell with the creature in the same room as them. He's glad when "Hura" leaves them to speak and the younger Space Marine to tend to him.

"Greetings," Imhoden tells the younger Space marine, "… You may call me Odi, what do you wish me to call you?"

"Cedric," Cedric replies, he can tell the First Born Space Marine is terribly twitchy.

He is careful in how he speaks and explains what he's going to be doing and why before he does it. Slowly it seems to calm Imhoden down. While he's a Black Templar and his chapter-specific training is screaming at him to Burn the Witch, another part of him is ignoring that. This is a patient in some amount of psychological distress. Physically he seems fine, but mental issues, especially for Psykers of the caliber of the Thousand Sons can be far more important than their Physical states.

"Do you have a way out of this warp-cursed place," Imhoden asks under his breath to Cedric who blinks up at him.

"What do you mean?" Cedric asks uncertainly.

"We are surrounded by warp predators who feign, poorly, at being cousins and brothers," Imhoden replies, urgently, "we need to get out of here and get a squad of Salamanders to burn this place to bed rock and ashes."

"Ah," Cedric replies blinking.

This is a Loyalist Thousand Sons then. Who doesn't know about Chaos Marines and the Fall of his Legion and Primrach's death. Oh dear. No wonder he's jumpy and being a recalcitrant patient. Cedric wants to know why the Chaos Marines haven't explained where and when they are. Or- if they had, and he doesn't believe them.

Cedric could understand not wanting to believe the Truth from the lips of Traitors and Chaos Marines. It must be even more… alarming to those who are Warp Touched and can see through the Warp-veil that most of them can't seem to grasp is much of a thing.

God-Emperor knows he hadn't reacted well when he'd first learned of everything. He understands a lot better why his elder brothers and cousins had been slow to give him information. It wasn't out of mistrust, but due to him not being ready to understand or learn of the knowledge until they deemed him fit.

"You could come with me to our Loyal brothers and cousins," Cedric says.

There is much Odi needs to be informed of, and he's not going to be in the right mental state to listen, much less believe his words in a place he believes whole heartedly to be Entirely Dangerous and a Threat. Cedric wonders if Odi is the Thousand Sons real name, or if it's something that he came up with. Names have Power after all, and if you know a person's true name, you can use it against them. Warp-touched are more effected by the Name Power than most. It's part of the reason why Space Marines choose a new name when they go from Aspirant to Full Battle Brother.

Cedric does send a message to Hura that Odi has requested to go to a Loyalist Base, as he's also a Loyalist and is… not reacting well to the Chaos Marines. Cedric does talk to Odi more, to help distract and try to calm him down as Odi follows him out of the Base, the further away they get from the Chaos Marines, the calmer Odi gets. Who does inform him that his name is Imhoden, and that Odi is a nickname that he got from some of his closer Battle Brothers.

Cedric reports to Captain Ash'val who speaks with Imhoden, as they get information from him about when and where he's from as they slowly give him the information about when and where he is currently. As well as the situation about Chaos and Renegade Marines. Giving him the First Born pre-heresy explanation of The Heresy and Chaos and all that.

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Brave New World

Author’s note: Imhoden in Husbandry AU :)

Next

Warnings: None? Tell me if I need to add any. Desert Survival, Chaos Space Marines, Descriptions of fighting.

Summary: Imhoden arrives on Ancient Terra, and treks through the Desert to get to somewhere safer. And gets grabbed by the local Chaos Warband. He is So Fine and Normal.

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Imhoden had been one of many that had taken up arms, when the Captains of the Thousand Sons sent out the call. That the barbaric Space Wolves were coming to kill and burn them all to ash. Rage and hatred is nurtured in his heart, for Prospero, for his Primarch, for his brother’s he will fight those no-good mad dogs that dare to spill the blood on the sands of Prospero. He and his squad of Thousand sons had been fighting the Maddened Space Wolves, when he heard- and saw one of their Wolfen Ships blast down bolts to rain down utter destruction.

He tries to raise a shield of Warp power to protect himself and his brothers from their utter ferocious, and unprovoked attack. He defiantly chants insults and warp-craft at the ship, even as he feels the ship bolts heat scorch and burn him. He blinks the light from his eyes, the spots of light blinding him as he slowly closes his eyes and opens them several times as he realizes the miracle that is him alive and his hearts sink to his stomach when he realizes he’s not on Prospero any more.

The desert sands of this planet he now resides on his not the sands of his birth, the lands of Prospero. He looks up at the night sky, to see if he can recognize the stars and the patterns he'd been taught by his brothers, and his hearts sink more as he realizes that he doesn't recognize the stars in the night sky either. Well then, he's definitely not where he once was, part of him wondered if he was dead and, in the afterlife, if there was such a thing, or if some other thing had happened to put him here, wherever here is. He checks what he has on him for hydration and food rations as well as calculating where he should go.

Closing his eyes briefly as he reaches for the warp, and finds to his alarm that it's much, much harder to grasp onto the warp and to use even the smallest of spells takes a staggering amount of effort that drives him to his knees panting, such effort that he hasn't had for such a simple location spell for the nearest spot of civilization since he was a very young Aspirant, being taught the ways of the Sorcerer Warriors of the Red King. He cuts off the spell, before it takes his life, or causes him to pass out.

He'll have to try to go in the vague direction of where he'd sensed civilization, and try to find a place to hide from the wrath of the sun during the day time if he could. He's careful as he paces himself walking across the desert, even with his training for survival in such dire circumstances, surviving in a dessert alone, with few supplies is never a sure thing. It takes him several days to get to the Oasis that his warp powers had led him to. He was careful to test the water, and check on the vegetation around him, to see what was possibly edible, and what was likely not edible.

He takes just enough, but not too much, for weight is something he needs to be careful of, part of him is calculating whether or not keeping his Ceramite armor was better, or worse. While in armor he's faster and it protects him from the elements somewhat, the weight of it is very concerning, depending on how long he has to trek through the desert before he can find some semblance of civilization. It takes him several more days before he finds some cacti that have fruits that are edible, and contain life giving, precious water, he carefully plucks the prickly pinkish-red hued fruits and carefully de-spines the fruits and takes a bite, the flavors that dance along his tongue are odd, and floral, but he is glad to have found more sustenance.

He's eating as little, drinking as little as possible, moving during the night, and trying to find shade and uneasy rest during the hottest parts of the day as the unrelenting sun beats down at him. He continues to move towards where the warp spell had led him to go. He would only use the spell sparingly, and only for brief periods of time, as to not overextend his vastly weakened ability to use the warp. Finding the small baseline community after nearly a month of travel had felt like a stark relief.

Realizing that he did not understand a word the locals spoke had been concerning, but he was nothing if not adaptable, determined and doing his best to learn this local tongue. None of them seemed to understand Gothic, or any of the other languages that he knew. He also noticed how skittish they were of him, understandable, the Trans-human Dread due to being an Astartes affected all baseline humans. They do allow him to stay in a place to rest and recover from his trek in the deserts surrounding this small town.

He's quite surprised when a few days later, some other Astartes come into town- their forms are strange and twisted, but he recognizes one of them as an Emperor's child, and the way this 'warband' of their treats the local has him frowning at them in disapproval. Getting dragged into their war band is something that he protests at first, but after many a squabble and sparring match, which he usually loses, he, rather unwillingly follows along with them.

Learning about the fact that he's on Ancient Terra, and how there are loyalists, Renegade and Chaos Marines, all on the same planet with the larger groups having an uneasy alliance had been quite the shock. They had, rather frustratingly, given him bits and pieces of information slowly, monitoring his reactions as they told him about what they were doing there and why. Apparently, his arrival had been noticed by an Ultramarine Librarian and they had sent them to gather the wayward Thousand Sons.

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Paying it Forward

Past

Author’s Note: More of the Grumpy Thousand Son who was rescued by you.

Warnings: More unsustainable fishing practices, poor astartes they get tangled in the nets :/. Some swearing, they/them pronouns for the Reader, let me know if I need to add anything please.

Summary: Imhoden, the thousand son who was rescued by you, talks about you to his pod, among other things.

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Imhoden had spoken to his pod-mates about the human who had helped free him from the entrapping industrial fishing nets and more than a few of them were surprised that the human had helped him, without first demanding something from him in recompense before freeing him. One of the oldest of the pod warned him that while they hadn’t asked for anything for their help, that it’s likely a debt he owes to them. On Ancient Terra the warp-craft is far more difficult, taking far more energy and cost in supplies that they have precious little of to make. He agreed with the captain that he does owe the human something, for their help, but he hadn’t a name or much of what they looked like. After all, the human had been wearing protective gear to properly swim in the oceans depths that the space marines didn’t need.

“I did set a tracking spell on the human,” Imhoden tells his pod mates, “In case they are nearby and is in need of help, I can help them as they rescued me.”

“As they helped a member of my pod,” The Captain said after a few moments of thought, “I shall help you repay the debt if I find them first.”

“Yes captain,” he says with a nod of his head.

They continue to swim in the oceans of ancient Terra, they were trying to figure out just how they got here and if there is a way to get back to where and when they were before. Swimming through the water and through the air is an ability all space marines have. However, swimming in the air of this ancient Terra takes more effort and energy for some reason, that the Apothecaries have been trying to assess. Their pod, like many of the other pods, shivers, shoals of space marines have an uneasy alliance with each other. Except for some of the more… rigid of the Imperial lines.

Imhoden had never heard of a Black Templar before, and had much to his displeasure met one of the shouty sons of Dorn and the mad bastard had tried to kill him and his pod, decrying them as Witches, Heretics, and to be Purged and slain, to return to the light of the God Emperor of Man Kind. Throne on Terra. They were nightmare-ish to deal with, so his pod-captain had deemed the best method was to avoid the shouty little shits. Ugh, they gave Imhoden a headache jus thinking of them, and they are barely any better than those horrible Space Wolves, who are by far, one of The Worst Chapters Ever. The burning of Prospero is ever something that strokes the flames of wrath and hatred within every son of The Red King.

Several months later, he heard a chiming within his head, the small tracking spell he’d placed on the human who had rescued him informed him that they were nearby. He swam swiftly, after sending out a trilling call to his Captain about what he’d sensed and his captain gestured for him to go off and find the human. He focuses on the small tracking spell that he’d placed on them and swims swiftly and peers around to see where you are and what is going on. He sees his Rescuer trying to help a few Khornate Space Marines of the World Eaters out fishing nets. Unfortunately, the World Eaters are in Frenzy and are Not Listening. Mostly just bellowing, shrieking and flailing about, getting themselves cut more deeply. The blood and pain sending the idiot meat-heads into a further spiral of Rage and bloodlust.

He lets out a trilling call for his Captain and pod, this was going to take all of them to help the Idiot Khornate World Eaters and make sure that the human didn’t become lunch for the vicious thugs. He lets out a croon to the human, to let them know he was here- and where he was. They turn around and look for the source of the noise and recognize him, seemingly perking up and using their hands and words to explain the situation. He nods exaggeratedly and tells the human in his limited handle on their language that he understands and will help free the Angry Idiots. He warns the human that they need to get to the surface, as the… space marines within the nets will not be sensible or reasonable and might harm them, the human is stubborn at first, but sees more of Imhoden’s pod arrive and reluctantly goes back up to the surface. Imhoden swims up with them and follows them to their ship, tilting his head from side to side as he hears the human speak with the other humans on the ship.

“You should leave this area, will become very dangerous soon," He warns them.

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Tangled

Next

Author’s note: A debute of a new Space Marines OC.

Summary: The reader helps a mer caught in an industrial net

Warnings: injury, threats, let me know if I need to add more.

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You hear a low, dangerous snarling hissing sound and look carefully at the Astartes tangled in the industrial fishing net. You watch as he glowers at you, shiny, sharp, and almost innumerable teeth bared in a threat display as he thrashes in the tangled netting and tries to puff up to seem Big, Scary, Large, and Dangerous. Granted, Astartes are dangerous, large sentient beings, but they also sometimes need help from 'base line' humans as you are called by them.

"I'm here to help you," you enunciate carefully through your scuba gear as well as using sign language to communicate with him and wait.

The Astartes eyes you with a glower, some Astartes can understand human languages, while others don't. It very much depends on how long they've been on Ancient Terra as they call the Earth. The space marine mer is wounded, he's a massive one, with light blue and gold markings. Likely a Thousand Sons, which time period is uncertain, he doesn't have extra growths, at least as far as you can determine for him to be a Chaos Marine, whatever that is.

"If you can't understand me, please say something," You ask calmly, slowly, as well as using sign language to communicate.

"I can understand, human," The Astarte growls out glaring at you. "Why here?"

"I want to help you get free from the nets," You reply calmly, projecting calm mentally, some of the Thousand Sons, from what you know are Space Mer-Wizards and can feel emotions and Intent. "Or is there someone else that you trust more to help you get free?"

He watches you and his eyes flicker out and back, "My pod is... far from me, and I..."

You wait patiently as he thinks over your offer, some of them are far jumpier and more untrusting of humans that some of the others. Also, the two of you are strangers, and while you have plenty of experience with many kinds of Astartes, you know that going at his pace is the only way that this will end well.

"You may help, human," he says eyes narrowing a little, "If you do more harm, I will ensure swift punishment."

"I will do my best not to harm you further," You promise, "If something happens and I have to do more damage I will warning you first, before going over the options to see which one you think is best."

"A bargain made, human," He replies with a nod and watches you carefully.

You nod and approach the large mer-person and explaining what it is that you are doing, how you are doing it and why. He watches you carefully, all coiled muscle and wary mistrust. You carefully pull out a knife and start to cut away at the net starting by freeing his arms and warning him about the hooks and the he allows you to pull them out, he only briefly hisses and growls as they are tugged free of his skin. Once one of his arms are freed he helps free himself and getting the hooks out of the parts of himself that he can get to himself. Once he’s freed of the net he nods to you in thanks and swims off into the deep.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Imhoden 2

Tangled

Paying it Forward

In the Blue

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Imhoden

Brave New World

Nightmares

No Part Goes To Waste

Guided

Rumor Has It

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

I wasn't sure if I said this or not. But if anyone wants to use my OCs you can, just tag me if you use them. :)

Master List

Claude:

Space Marine Husbandry:

Take a step, Take a Breath

Snare and Deadfall

Darkness Looks Like Haven

World's Ending

Mermay:

Claude:

Drifting in Cold Waters

Mirrors Lie, Mirror Truth

Imhoden:

Mermay:

Tangled

Paying it Forward

Hura:

Beach Vacation

Little Gift

Surprise Gift

Imhoden:

Space Marine Husbandry:

Brave New World

Poor Unfortunate Souls:

Set Up

Hura:

Arrival on Ancient Terra

Su'Cona:

Mermay:

Hunting Practice

Husbandry:

TBD

Zadakael:

Husbandry AU:

Ony in Death Does Duty End

Mermay AU:

Waltzing Waves

Symith:

TBD

Karlsor:

TBD

Alpharius "Chief":

TBD

Zaarius:

TBD

Veth:

TBD

Catius:

Mermay AU:

Adrift at Sea

Catius:

Space Marine Husbandry:

A New Beginning

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

In the Blue

Previous =-= Next

Author's note: Mermay for Imhoden.

Summary: Imhoden gets to know his bonded some more.

Warnings: ... Let me know if I need to add more.

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Imhoden had visited the lovely human who had rescued him, several times, as his schedule allowed him to. They were, to his utter delight, a scuba diver who works for a sustainable and ecologically friendly pearl farm. They also volunteered on their off hours to help rescue sea life from the mal-practices of Ancient Terra's humans.

As a gift to them, he'd sing to her oysters and use his carefully, hard won power, which was so much more difficult to use on Ancient Terra to help bless her oysters with more harvest, larger, more lustrous pearls, and of course, more likely to have the rare, and more expensive colors more often, with the better grades of pearls more often. Not that he'd told his lovely human that, yet.

He would also swim in the depths to find lost, or forgotten oyster farms that are in depths that are harder for base line humans to reach to help them out. They'd thank him for his help, delighted and surprised. He was lounging on the side, his elbows on the dock as he watches their clever, small hands carefully open up the oysters and pull out the pearls carefully, and putting in a new 'nucleus' to sustainably harvest the pearl oysters, telling him what they were doing, and how they were.

They also had a video Chanel that they used to promote safe practices and get a secondary source of income to help sell their pearls. They had a synergistic partnership with a local jewelry maker that collaborated on making stunning pieces of jewelry that they sold to their fellow base line humans. He'd only grumbled and hissed at the Jewelry's Bonded Salamander a little bit, calming down once he realized he was bonded to the Gem, rather than trying to poach Imhoden's pearl.

The two humans had been keeping a careful eye on how the two of the interacted. With 'gem' as the Salamander nicknamed their human with a nuzzle sometimes petting his head, which helped soothe the larger Astartes. Also, his lovely human would pet him, yes, those feel nice and he'd curl around you with a happy purr.

He's got the best scale colors, that sparkle so wonderfully in the sun. Pay attention to him and not the uppity Salamander. Although he tries not to distract you while you are making your videos and harvesting the pearls sustainably. He would, occasionally allow his scales, and form to be spotted when they made diving videos of retrieving the pearls.

Those episodes where a rare astartes was spotted always did well, with many millions of views. Whatever that meant, but it made you happy and that's one of his main goals, is to make you happy, keep you save and well loved and cared for. He was even mostly ignoring and not being 'a menace who teases the Dragon' most of the time, unless he thought you were giving the other Space Marine more attention than that Loyalist Asshole deserved.

"You are such a jealous, pouty mer!" You state at him in amused exasperation.

"I do not sulk!" Imhoden says all offended and scowling at you before turning away from you, pretending to ignore you as he sulks.

"Fine then, I won't share my dinner of fish and citrus then," You say casually as you grab the meal that you'd prepared for both yourself and your merman to feed on.

You see the way one of his fins twitches and have to hide a smirk with a bite of the food and humming about how good it was. Slowly Imhoden turned around and swam over, curling his large, scaley form around you, making sure not to squish you as he clings and peers up at you with wide puppy eyes. Wanting the food, but also not wanting to ask for it as he lets out little whines and trills at you sadly.

Oh no, not the puppy eyes! You sigh and close your eyes in defeat before ripping off a piece of the fish and offering it to him. He perks up visibly and gently eats the food from your hands purring like a large, wet cat. As much trouble and as dramatic as Imhoden can be at times, he's usually rather sweet. You had heard that most Thousand Sons could be rather aloof and cat-like at times. And you definitely could see that in Imhoden, but also like cats, if you gain their trust and respect their boundaries, they can be incredibly affection and clinging people.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Imhoden is a very adoring and silly mer! I love how he will show up partially in their videos and the collaboration between the pearl farm and the jewelers. But yes, Imhoden definitely sulked because you were paying attention to the Salamander again instead. Lol

In the Blue

Previous =-= Next

Author's note: Mermay for Imhoden.

Summary: Imhoden gets to know his bonded some more.

Warnings: ... Let me know if I need to add more.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k

Imhoden had visited the lovely human who had rescued him, several times, as his schedule allowed him to. They were, to his utter delight, a scuba diver who works for a sustainable and ecologically friendly pearl farm. They also volunteered on their off hours to help rescue sea life from the mal-practices of Ancient Terra's humans.

As a gift to them, he'd sing to her oysters and use his carefully, hard won power, which was so much more difficult to use on Ancient Terra to help bless her oysters with more harvest, larger, more lustrous pearls, and of course, more likely to have the rare, and more expensive colors more often, with the better grades of pearls more often. Not that he'd told his lovely human that, yet.

He would also swim in the depths to find lost, or forgotten oyster farms that are in depths that are harder for base line humans to reach to help them out. They'd thank him for his help, delighted and surprised. He was lounging on the side, his elbows on the dock as he watches their clever, small hands carefully open up the oysters and pull out the pearls carefully, and putting in a new 'nucleus' to sustainably harvest the pearl oysters, telling him what they were doing, and how they were.

They also had a video Chanel that they used to promote safe practices and get a secondary source of income to help sell their pearls. They had a synergistic partnership with a local jewelry maker that collaborated on making stunning pieces of jewelry that they sold to their fellow base line humans. He'd only grumbled and hissed at the Jewelry's Bonded Salamander a little bit, calming down once he realized he was bonded to the Gem, rather than trying to poach Imhoden's pearl.

The two humans had been keeping a careful eye on how the two of the interacted. With 'gem' as the Salamander nicknamed their human with a nuzzle sometimes petting his head, which helped soothe the larger Astartes. Also, his lovely human would pet him, yes, those feel nice and he'd curl around you with a happy purr.

He's got the best scale colors, that sparkle so wonderfully in the sun. Pay attention to him and not the uppity Salamander. Although he tries not to distract you while you are making your videos and harvesting the pearls sustainably. He would, occasionally allow his scales, and form to be spotted when they made diving videos of retrieving the pearls.

Those episodes where a rare astartes was spotted always did well, with many millions of views. Whatever that meant, but it made you happy and that's one of his main goals, is to make you happy, keep you save and well loved and cared for. He was even mostly ignoring and not being 'a menace who teases the Dragon' most of the time, unless he thought you were giving the other Space Marine more attention than that Loyalist Asshole deserved.

"You are such a jealous, pouty mer!" You state at him in amused exasperation.

"I do not sulk!" Imhoden says all offended and scowling at you before turning away from you, pretending to ignore you as he sulks.

"Fine then, I won't share my dinner of fish and citrus then," You say casually as you grab the meal that you'd prepared for both yourself and your merman to feed on.

You see the way one of his fins twitches and have to hide a smirk with a bite of the food and humming about how good it was. Slowly Imhoden turned around and swam over, curling his large, scaley form around you, making sure not to squish you as he clings and peers up at you with wide puppy eyes. Wanting the food, but also not wanting to ask for it as he lets out little whines and trills at you sadly.

Oh no, not the puppy eyes! You sigh and close your eyes in defeat before ripping off a piece of the fish and offering it to him. He perks up visibly and gently eats the food from your hands purring like a large, wet cat. As much trouble and as dramatic as Imhoden can be at times, he's usually rather sweet. You had heard that most Thousand Sons could be rather aloof and cat-like at times. And you definitely could see that in Imhoden, but also like cats, if you gain their trust and respect their boundaries, they can be incredibly affection and clinging people.

[bleedingichorhearts]

Damn, Hura not playin’!

Rumor Has It

Author's note: More of Imhoden in Husbandry

Summary: Imhoden sulks at Janus for an unfair punishment he got when he squabbled with some renegade Space Wolves.

Warning: None? Let me know if I need to add anything. 

Past =-= Next

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One of the things that Imohoden had been warned about - was Chaos, with a capital C, at least on Ancient Terra. Slowly he’d been told about the Fall of the Legions, at least half of them. How the fighting had spread to becoming a full fledged civil war.

It had been surprising, yet not entirely so- that things had exploded so spectacularly, especially with hindsight-and with what his brothers, those who had survived The Deal and The Dusting (whatever the fuck that is) how things had been driven to that path.

Some of his brothers encouraged him to Join Chaos, others informed him that it was better to not doom and damn himself with such a thing. The Bonds- and how they affected things is terribly fascinating and he’s on one of the many research teams, as well as being Bonded himself, it helps with assessing how things are going and what, carefully, gently, the limits of certain kinds of Bonds are.

Imhoden is working on some paperwork, which ugh, is so fucking boring, yet is also incredibly important. He’d rather be researching and writing about interesting things. Not this sort of petty grox-shite.

He doesn’t realize how fierce his scowl is until he hears a familiar- yet not voice call out to him. “Oh dear- someone’s sour. What’s wrong Odie?”

Imhoden turns to look over and up at Janus, the sharp and angry features on his face lightening and brightening up when he recognizes Janus. His brother has changed- so Much, has lived so long, but there are still some recognizable parts of his brother’s soul and magic that makes it easier for him to recognize him.

His brother has been heavily twisted and mutated by the Chaos Deity of Change, trickery, and schemes. Janus is very bird-like in his movements and habits, as well as in looks. He’s got a flexible (disturbingly) flexible beak and has some feathers that twirl in dizzying patterns along his armor.

“I’m being punished with menial paperwork,” Imhoden complains dramatically.

“Why do you say that brother?” Janus asks, tilting his head, and with a teasing chuckle that sounds like a bird song, “And what did you do to deserve punishment.”

“Those fucking barbarian wolves deserved it,” Imhoden spat out, angrily, “Those fucking Space Wolf renegades were howling and jabbering about. Demanding help with one of their Number suddenly getting a bonded, but they didn’t know if it was one of three humans they semi-kidnapped.”

“Space wolves are barbarian bastards, yes,” Janus agrees with a whistle his hands, which have bird-like talons flex.

“I was, unfortunately,” Imhoden says unhappily, “The poor Psyker within grabbing range to assess them.”

“And?” Janus prompted gamely.

“The fuckers too offense to the fact that I’m a Son of Magnus,” Imhoden said, “And we got into a bit of a fight- the fuckers had me out numbered.”

“That’s unfortunate.” Janus says sympathetically as he eyes his brother for injuries- Space wolves could fight very dirty at times.

“The fight was stopped by Apothecary Hura,” Imhoden says with a grimace and a shudder. He’d met that particularly… twisted Chaos Space Marine before.

“Ah- and as punishment he sent you to do paperwork,” Janus says with a nod, “yes- Apothecary Hura is… Intimidating, and clever.”

“It was that or apologize to the Space Wolves,” Imhoden says, “And I was not going to apologize to those fuckers.”

“Hura’s great at picking horrible punishments that stick with a person.” Janus says with a grimace, “without going too far, so you can’t complain to the Base Commander for a different sentence. Especially since they could make you do some even worse grox-shit.”

“Yes!” Imhoden says, throwing his hands up in the air as he leans back in the chair.

“At least, it’s not worse.” Janus points out.

“... Yeah.” Imhoden says, “I think they pissed Apothecary Hura or his puppy of a not-apprentice Cedric though.”

“Why do you think that?” Janus asks.

“Hura inflicted a harsher punishment on them than he did for me.” Imhoden says smugly, “Or they are known Trouble Makers who get worse punishments from the get-go. Serves them right, either way.”

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Oh...my heart...

That hurts so damn much, but I'm glad he got to meet Janus again.

Guided

Past =-= Next

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of. Let me know if I need to add anything.

Summary: He's trying to figure out what his next moves are.

Author's note: Imhoden's next chapter.

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He’d requested that if Space Wolves, those vile barbarians were in the area, that he doesn’t have to deal with them. Especially since those bastards destroyed Prospero, unjustly. Imhoden had been one of the Sorcerer Kings of Prospero who rose up in defiance against the Space Wolves hunting. 

Hearing how his father had died at the hands of the Barbarian Wolf King burned a rage fierce in his hearts that had been difficult to quell. But he had managed to calm down enough to not set himself sparking with rage. Using the Warp was very, very difficult now, and the cost of energy was higher than he was used to it being. 

He carefully joins a group of Loyalist Thousand Sons, all of them from various points in the Imperium’s history. They were trying to figure out how they got here, and if there was a way to get back to where they had come from. Even if they did manage to do so, could they, would they remember what they learned when they had come to Ancient Terra. 

Time paradoxes, as well as Time Loops and the potential for setting Alternate Timelines were all discussed among this band of brothers, and their fellow cousins who have the knowledge of learned scholars and mastery of the Warp. 

Hearing of the Ordo that helps manage and maintain the timeline, sending their agents to ensure The Holy Timeline (whatever that means to make sure that things don’t go off course) seems… almost insane. 

Also, while that Ordo hasn’t been formed yet, they could have agents in this time, or nearby monitoring the flow of time and see if there were ‘unholy’ branches that started to bud, and they would destroy that which didn’t fit their narrow world view of What Was  The Right Time Line.

 And some baseline humans called his Legion Arrogant. To think that one could control Time itself and the flow into the Proper Time, sounded absolutely arrogant and the height of stupid foolishness that would only end in tragedy that none would remember and potential tragic hilarity. For all creatures are subjected to Time, for its cruel grasp, that and Death are the only two real certainties. 

One of the times that Imhoden was out gathering some supplies, he hears a voice that he can barely recognize. He turns and sees one of the Chaos Marines- in Colors of post-Heresy Thousand Sons. His hearts sink and his eyes widen when he realizes just who it was that was calling out to him.

One of those who’d survived the burning of Prospero and the Deal with The Chaos God, who’d survived Ahriman’s destruction of the Thousand Sons into ‘curing’ the Flesh Change.

“Janus?” Imhoden gasps out. No- his brother- one of his dearest friends in the Thousand Sons. One of the brothers whom had been with him since the very beginning stages of him becoming a Space Marine of the Thousand Sons was. Had fallen.

“You look just how you did,” Janus says stunned as he peers down at his smaller and now younger brother, “I’m glad that you survived the Burning of Prospero, even though it meant your arrival here.”

“For me, the Burning of Prosper has only been a few months,” Imhoden says.

“For me it’s been nearly ten thousand years,” Janus says, before smirking at him, “You are now the little brother.”

Imhoden groans at that, they had been almost born and started their Aspirant training on the near same day. So arguing over who was older and who was younger was something that they’d teasingly done all throughout their lives.

“Janus, no,” Imhoden says with an annoyed groan.

“Janus, yes.” Janus warbled back with a cackle. “I’ve missed you Odi, so much.”

[egrets-not-regrets]

Poor Imhoden! Everything is so freaky and confusing to him, especially Brother Hura. Then again, Hura freals out everyone it seems, so that’s pretty normal.

Nightmares

Past -.- Future

Author's note: More Husbandry with Imhoden.

Summary: Imhoden sees more of these Chaos Marines, and has to go to the medbay to get checked out. He really, really doesn't want to be here.

Warnings: Panic attack, or at least the beginning of one. Body horror? Death Guard Horrifying Looks, seeing the eldritch horror that is Chaos Marines, Seeing The Truth Behind the Warp Veil. Let me know if I need to add anything.

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Imhoden had been brought before the local Chaos Marine Chapter Master near where he had fallen. The acting chapter master is one of the Black Legion, which he still doesn't know which Legion that is, but he looks like a caricature of a Son of Horus, most of these Chaos Marines are horribly mutated and feel so wrong in his senses. Twisted, corrupted, sick, wrong, his senses of the Immaterium scream at him. He tries to keep his twitching to the minimum, not wanting to be thought of as Weak or as pray.

As it is, most of them seem to hold some level of contempt for him, even if they also seem to fear him at some level. But as a Psyker, and a son of The Red King, it was a familiar series of feelings and social issues from those of lesser understandings that he's had to suffer his entire life. He's a Son of the Sorcerer King of Prospero, this is merely a minor inconvenience that he can, must, and will rise above. He speaks to the Entity in charge that claims to be an Astartes and he's ordered to go to their medbay to be checked out by one of their Apothecary types.

He bristles, but knows that while he's in these creatures’ domain he has to follow the rules carefully. He's read about, been warned about Warp Predators and Fae creatures that may try to take on the faces of those he knows, or knows of. But to have them so badly take on the forms of his cousins makes his stomach roll as he tries to figure out what it is he can do to get out of the situation that he's in. Imhoden has noticed from when he's first tried to use his powers that Psykery is much, much more difficult, time, resource and energy consuming than it should be, so he needs to carefully conserve his resources and only use what he has available to him, which is severely limited, very, very carefully.

He's guided- and guarded on his way to the med bay. He's glad for his helmet to protect him because he stills as he sees, while the med bay is clean, sort of, the horrific and horrifying entities that fake, poorly, very, very poorly, at being Apothecaries has him slowly trying to edge away from the entrance of the med bay and from his 'guides' who are more likely his guards to keep him from trying to escape. One of the... 'chaos space marine' apothecary types comes over to him. They look almost normal, except they have multiple sets of eyes and curling horns, and look as if they are diseased, infected, and likely will cause him more harm than good being in their presence.

"Greetings," They gurgle at him with a voice like poisoned honey and the garggling of a thousand ill souls. "I am Brother Apothecary Hura of the Death Guard. What brings you in today?"

Imhoden tries not to shake and takes another small step back, or tries to as his 'guides' grab him and push him forward.

"We've got a new arrival," One of his 'guides' on the left says. "He was in the desert on his own for several days before we found him. He's a bit jumpy."

Hura nods, and smiles a little at him, his teeth yellowed and rotted and he can smell a disgusting, sweet fetid rot and decay. Imhoden tries not to gag or throw up, through his helmet, and it's filters are working over time he can smell this horrific thing.

"I see," Hura says with a nod, 'Come along then, Cousin, what name do you go by?"

Imhoden is not going to give this thing his name, at least not a part of his true name, such things hold power and weight. But to lie, which might get caught would also be an exceedingly poor idea. He has to come up with something and fast. Even though his eyes are watering and he's trying not to heave as the Chaos Marines guide him to a private room. Oh fuck no, he's not going to be trapped in a small room with that thing. As he passes by the main area of the medbay, seeing other rooms and treatment of other horrific creatures that almost strain his gaze and make him want to scream and run or destroy them all and claw his own eyes out.

He closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths, trying not to get dizzy. Fuck the smell in here is almost horrifying bad as he tries to think, "Odi."

It's a childhood nickname that he had, long before he became an Aspirant of the illustrious legion of the Thousand sons.

"It's nice to meet you," Hura gurgles at him.

Imhoden spots the horrifying bug-like carapace as the other turns his back towards him and sees the massive, moth wings that are folded neatly against the other's armor. This place is a nightmare, and he really, really needs to find a way out before they decide to eat him, or worse, there are far worse things than death.

"I am in acceptable levels of health," Imhoden says, "And I have been drinking plenty of water and eating enough food, so I am injured and not in need of medical care."

"Are you an Apothecary?" Hura asks him with a gurgling croon.

"I have had first aid training," Imhoden replies honestly, "But I am not an Apothecary."

"Per the rules, all new arrivals need to be checked over by an Apothecary." Hura gurgles, looking at him closely, tilting his head at an impossible angle. "Would you prefer to be seen by a Loyalist Apothecary?"

"If I said yes, would I go to a Loyalist Apothecary or would they be brought... here...?" Imhoden says eyeing Hura tensely, the 'guides' on the other side of the door to the exam room he's in and trying to decide if attaching this entity and seeing if he can escape is a good, or exceptionally poor idea.

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

The moment I heard Hura punished Imhoden I was a little disbelieving...then it turned out he punished the space wolves Worse and I'm like...Yep. classic Hura.

Also very cool to learn more in depth about Janus's bird features.

Rumor Has It

Author's note: More of Imhoden in Husbandry

Summary: Imhoden sulks at Janus for an unfair punishment he got when he squabbled with some renegade Space Wolves.

Warning: None? Let me know if I need to add anything. 

Past =-= Next

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

One of the things that Imohoden had been warned about - was Chaos, with a capital C, at least on Ancient Terra. Slowly he’d been told about the Fall of the Legions, at least half of them. How the fighting had spread to becoming a full fledged civil war.

It had been surprising, yet not entirely so- that things had exploded so spectacularly, especially with hindsight-and with what his brothers, those who had survived The Deal and The Dusting (whatever the fuck that is) how things had been driven to that path.

Some of his brothers encouraged him to Join Chaos, others informed him that it was better to not doom and damn himself with such a thing. The Bonds- and how they affected things is terribly fascinating and he’s on one of the many research teams, as well as being Bonded himself, it helps with assessing how things are going and what, carefully, gently, the limits of certain kinds of Bonds are.

Imhoden is working on some paperwork, which ugh, is so fucking boring, yet is also incredibly important. He’d rather be researching and writing about interesting things. Not this sort of petty grox-shite.

He doesn’t realize how fierce his scowl is until he hears a familiar- yet not voice call out to him. “Oh dear- someone’s sour. What’s wrong Odie?”

Imhoden turns to look over and up at Janus, the sharp and angry features on his face lightening and brightening up when he recognizes Janus. His brother has changed- so Much, has lived so long, but there are still some recognizable parts of his brother’s soul and magic that makes it easier for him to recognize him.

His brother has been heavily twisted and mutated by the Chaos Deity of Change, trickery, and schemes. Janus is very bird-like in his movements and habits, as well as in looks. He’s got a flexible (disturbingly) flexible beak and has some feathers that twirl in dizzying patterns along his armor.

“I’m being punished with menial paperwork,” Imhoden complains dramatically.

“Why do you say that brother?” Janus asks, tilting his head, and with a teasing chuckle that sounds like a bird song, “And what did you do to deserve punishment.”

“Those fucking barbarian wolves deserved it,” Imhoden spat out, angrily, “Those fucking Space Wolf renegades were howling and jabbering about. Demanding help with one of their Number suddenly getting a bonded, but they didn’t know if it was one of three humans they semi-kidnapped.”

“Space wolves are barbarian bastards, yes,” Janus agrees with a whistle his hands, which have bird-like talons flex.

“I was, unfortunately,” Imhoden says unhappily, “The poor Psyker within grabbing range to assess them.”

“And?” Janus prompted gamely.

“The fuckers too offense to the fact that I’m a Son of Magnus,” Imhoden said, “And we got into a bit of a fight- the fuckers had me out numbered.”

“That’s unfortunate.” Janus says sympathetically as he eyes his brother for injuries- Space wolves could fight very dirty at times.

“The fight was stopped by Apothecary Hura,” Imhoden says with a grimace and a shudder. He’d met that particularly… twisted Chaos Space Marine before.

“Ah- and as punishment he sent you to do paperwork,” Janus says with a nod, “yes- Apothecary Hura is… Intimidating, and clever.”

“It was that or apologize to the Space Wolves,” Imhoden says, “And I was not going to apologize to those fuckers.”

“Hura’s great at picking horrible punishments that stick with a person.” Janus says with a grimace, “without going too far, so you can’t complain to the Base Commander for a different sentence. Especially since they could make you do some even worse grox-shit.”

“Yes!” Imhoden says, throwing his hands up in the air as he leans back in the chair.

“At least, it’s not worse.” Janus points out.

“... Yeah.” Imhoden says, “I think they pissed Apothecary Hura or his puppy of a not-apprentice Cedric though.”

“Why do you think that?” Janus asks.

“Hura inflicted a harsher punishment on them than he did for me.” Imhoden says smugly, “Or they are known Trouble Makers who get worse punishments from the get-go. Serves them right, either way.”