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[emperorsangel]

[Action for 2236 Stevens Road]
[He felt...small. Not only small but everything in this house was tiny and breakable. But only on the scale Sanguinius used to be on. For now, he was normal human, lacking all the gifts the Emperor had blessed him with. He stepped around the house and outside, marveling at the surrealism of it all. Truly no place

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[lunawolves10th]

I fear, my lord, that you are no place in the our understanding of things. This is Mayfield, and I believe it is a flawed simulacrum of Terra in the past.

This is Garviel Loken. And I remember you.

[emperorsangel]

[Loken. That was the man part of his brother's retinue. One of the captains.]

While I am not questioning your honor, Garviel Loken, there is a question I must ask. Are you part of the Luna Wolves or the Sons of Horus?

[As loath as Sanguinius is to admit it, there was a difference to everyone not part of that heresy.]

[lunawolves10th]

Neither. The Wolves are dead and the Sons are traitors. I am a servant of Malcador now, and I have no Legion left to call my own.

[emperorsangel]

I...see. [It was awful, really.]

We can think on this some other time, captain. My primary concern lies here.

[Action]

[nibelungprelude]

[Karin had always been early to rise; it was routine from her days in the army and would likely never change, something that served her well here in Mayfield. As such, she had been awake for well over an hour by the time she heard footsteps descending the stairs, much heavier than the ones she had come to expect from Sora.

She paused in her work in the kitchen and walked to the hallway to have a look at the new arrival. Having taken to sleeping on the sofa not long after coming to Mayfield, it hadn't occurred to her that someone else might appear in the upstairs bedroom.]

... oh. Hello there.

[Action]

[emperorsangel]

[He turns to look at the voice, seeing, to him, a normal human female.]

It seems I've intruded upon your household. For that, you have my apologies.

[Action]

[nibelungprelude]

No more than the rest of us intruded upon our own arrivals. There's no need to apologize.

[Action]

[emperorsangel]

Then I shall not. Either way, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sanguinius.

[phone]

[emperorsangel]

Is that a way of saying you have never heard of them? Odd enough.

[Phone]

[ironheadmaiden]

[Sounding distant, she has it upside down and is still unfamiliar with the thing]

"I am Chris Lightfellow, captain of the knights of Zexen. Is a Primarch something similar, or are you the tactician for the legion?"

[Phone]

[emperorsangel]

The Primarch is the father of all in the legion. Every Astartes carries the genes of the Primarch.

[ironheadmaiden]

"That sounds like a religious order or magic of some sort... Those things are a bit over my head."

[emperorsangel]

It has nothing to do with religion or sorcery or anything of the sort. We are soldiers who fight for the Emperor.

action! s-sorry, I missed this /)_-

[appleknighted]

[Unlike Karin, the other housemate is not an early riser. It is well into the afternoon before she remembers she has to, in fact, wake up. Sanguinius will hear her long before he sees her.]

GAH! NOT AGAIN!

[There's a lot of crashing about upstairs in one of the rooms, followed by someone leaping down the stairs a few at a time, right past him, aaand into the kitchen.]

Late, late, late, why do I keep sleeping in late! Um... wait. Uh. [Sora backpedals a few steps to get a look at Sanguinius.] Oh! Hello!

/pats

[emperorsangel]

Hello, child.

[At least he's been given the rundown.]

[appleknighted]

You're new! You must have replaced Father Nightroad's drone thing! I'm Sora. Sora Himoto. I live here, too!

[emperorsangel]

It seems I have and it's a pleasure to meet someone as polite as yourself. You can call me Sanguinius.