oleander-koh
Non Sibi Sed Omnibus
[Warhammer 40k Ask/RP Blog for Oleander Koh, Student of Fabius Bile and Former Member of the Consortium]
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Oleander's gaze lingered on the sight of his own morbid visage reflecting from the polished sabre in his hand for quite some time and sighed. He saw fit nhimself just how it was that he'd earned such an appearance; After all, it was through his own doing.
All of the things that led him to prying the barbed mechanisms from his flesh and musculature were the fruits of his own treachery and he had most certainly paid for it with his blood.
Even those with great disdain for for him could attest to the Apothecary's suffering. Even the Manflayer and the Veilwalker knew of his misfortunes as much as they did of his misdeeds. He knew not whether his amends made or if they only the beginning of yet another saga in his unnaturally lengthened life.
"Time will tell, Count Sunflame. Time will tell."
At the first sign of the tell-tale clatter of ornate bells, Oleander turned the blade towards the ceiling and frowned at the materialising form of the Veilwalker herself mirrored along the blade yet distorted by it's engravings.
"You see it fit to mock me yet never to kill me. What tale do you wish to recite amongst the stars this eon, Veilwalker?"
The ornaments adorning the Harlequin's cloak jingled and shook as she approached the astartes from behind and twirled the very same staff she had once used to subdue him.
"Did you not say you tired of them, Count Sunflame?", she said.
"That has never stopped you before. Has it, Veilwalker?"
The silence between them told Oleander all it was that he needed to know. Sylandri Veilwalker was becoming increasingly predictable.
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Oleander leaned on a console and directed his thumb at himself.
"Excuse you but I am not 'tame' !"
"Greetings, Loyalists! I-...How rude." Oleander poked the tip of one of several bayonets directed at him
"Its alright. That ones tame." Selora called, and the bayonets went down again
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Oleander took the tray and promptly scarfed down everything on it short of the silverware and napkin.
He didn't even offer to share.
How rude.
Oleander placed his boot on the First Captain's hand and raised his sword over his head before pausing and staring down at him through his helmet's damaged lenses. "...Xarlon...?"
"...Oleander?"
Xarlons free hand lowered, knife slowly put away as he stared up at the other marine.
"Where have you been? The chapter worried for you Oleander..."
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"They do make an amusing sound when smacked; it's not a squeak though."
Oleander let go of Vihn's hand in order to sit himself upright.
"You can stay if you'd like to."
Oleander placed his boot on the First Captain's hand and raised his sword over his head before pausing and staring down at him through his helmet's damaged lenses. "...Xarlon...?"
"...Oleander?"
Xarlons free hand lowered, knife slowly put away as he stared up at the other marine.
"Where have you been? The chapter worried for you Oleander..."
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"You're a most generous host."
Oleander smiled despite the eyeroll.
"Who the FUCK are you!?" The ginger hired woman spat. She now had a reputation with this warband for being the definition of pissy, Not even the seditives phased her at all. (@ask-the-ursa-mother)
He examined her for a moment in silence, a habit he'd developed while in the company of Chief Apothecary Bile, before lighting a pipe.
"Yours truly answers to the name of Oleander Koh,"
@ask-the-ursa-mother
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"Careful, Vihn."
He said ominously before cracking a grin.
"They leak glitter when wounded."
Oleander placed his boot on the First Captain's hand and raised his sword over his head before pausing and staring down at him through his helmet's damaged lenses. "...Xarlon...?"
"...Oleander?"
Xarlons free hand lowered, knife slowly put away as he stared up at the other marine.
"Where have you been? The chapter worried for you Oleander..."
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Oleander laughed in amusement.
"Just like that, hm? You've taken to throwing a wrench in their works?"
Oleander placed his boot on the First Captain's hand and raised his sword over his head before pausing and staring down at him through his helmet's damaged lenses. "...Xarlon...?"
"...Oleander?"
Xarlons free hand lowered, knife slowly put away as he stared up at the other marine.
"Where have you been? The chapter worried for you Oleander..."
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"Who's there...?" Alhena asked, looking up from her sheet music at a particularly polite knock (@sanguiniusreborn)
"An admirer of your compositions who answers to the namesake of Oleander Koh,"
Came the reply from the other side of the door.
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"If you think I'm one to never half-ass shenanigans, that Harlequins are something else..."
Oleander placed his boot on the First Captain's hand and raised his sword over his head before pausing and staring down at him through his helmet's damaged lenses. "...Xarlon...?"
"...Oleander?"
Xarlons free hand lowered, knife slowly put away as he stared up at the other marine.
"Where have you been? The chapter worried for you Oleander..."
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"At least until the Veilwalker decides she has more stories she wishes to tell."
Oleander shuddered at the thought. He'd had enough of the Harlequin's antics and just wished to be left in peace.
Oleander placed his boot on the First Captain's hand and raised his sword over his head before pausing and staring down at him through his helmet's damaged lenses. "...Xarlon...?"
"...Oleander?"
Xarlons free hand lowered, knife slowly put away as he stared up at the other marine.
"Where have you been? The chapter worried for you Oleander..."
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"Crystalline!"
Oleander confirmed with the smirk of someone up to no good.
"Who the FUCK are you!?" The ginger hired woman spat. She now had a reputation with this warband for being the definition of pissy, Not even the seditives phased her at all. (@ask-the-ursa-mother)
He examined her for a moment in silence, a habit he'd developed while in the company of Chief Apothecary Bile, before lighting a pipe.
"Yours truly answers to the name of Oleander Koh,"
@ask-the-ursa-mother
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"It's not stowing away if I ask politely."
"Who the FUCK are you!?" The ginger hired woman spat. She now had a reputation with this warband for being the definition of pissy, Not even the seditives phased her at all. (@ask-the-ursa-mother)
He examined her for a moment in silence, a habit he'd developed while in the company of Chief Apothecary Bile, before lighting a pipe.
"Yours truly answers to the name of Oleander Koh,"
@ask-the-ursa-mother
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"I'd advise protecting your ears."
Oleander drew his bolt pistol and shot one of the security servitors on the way out before pressing it's still organic hand to a security keypad.
"I have free reign to do as I want and not an incentive not to."
"Who the FUCK are you!?" The ginger hired woman spat. She now had a reputation with this warband for being the definition of pissy, Not even the seditives phased her at all. (@ask-the-ursa-mother)
He examined her for a moment in silence, a habit he'd developed while in the company of Chief Apothecary Bile, before lighting a pipe.
"Yours truly answers to the name of Oleander Koh,"
@ask-the-ursa-mother
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"The Imperium of man resorting to piracy?"
He raised a Narthecium equipped hand to his cuirass.
"Oh, dread the thought."
"Who the FUCK are you!?" The ginger hired woman spat. She now had a reputation with this warband for being the definition of pissy, Not even the seditives phased her at all. (@ask-the-ursa-mother)
He examined her for a moment in silence, a habit he'd developed while in the company of Chief Apothecary Bile, before lighting a pipe.
"Yours truly answers to the name of Oleander Koh,"
@ask-the-ursa-mother
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"Rogue, you say? As opposed to loyal pirate ships?"
Oleander suddenly paused in thought; that's basically what Rogue Traders were, was it not?
"Who the FUCK are you!?" The ginger hired woman spat. She now had a reputation with this warband for being the definition of pissy, Not even the seditives phased her at all. (@ask-the-ursa-mother)
He examined her for a moment in silence, a habit he'd developed while in the company of Chief Apothecary Bile, before lighting a pipe.
"Yours truly answers to the name of Oleander Koh,"
@ask-the-ursa-mother
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