The Little Mother

“Elspeth, Why am I shirtless?” Darius says as he wakes up in the corner. “And why am I wearing pink pants?”

Elspeth quirked a brow at him over her morning coffee. "You were very drunk and started taking your clothes off," She explained, very matter-of-factly, her eyes looking over the reports displayed on her dataslate. "Then you passed out, and I put some pants on you so you'd be decent. Apologies if they're not to your taste, it was the only pair I could find."

“Ah. Thank you. For a second I thought something much lewder happened. Do you know where my clothes are?” Darius says as he stands up.

On the back of his pants, right on his butt, the pants say in bright sparkly letters:

‘SLUT’

The Primarch tried very hard to not spit her coffee across the room once she saw what was written on the back. She quickly tried to clear her throat, setting down her mug. “Er...sorry, haven’t a clue.” She coughed behind her hand. “You stumbled in here, slurred something, then collapsed where you’re standing.” Quietly, she wondered how those pants even got into her office. “If anything else happened, I wouldn’t know about it.”

“You okay over there? And damn. I haven’t been that drunk in awhile.” Darius turns to Elspeth with a slight look of bewilderment. “I don’t even remember how I got here. I thought I was on the Redemption.”

Darius’ many scars litter his chest and back, although the pale musculature is still impressive. If only it was on someone who was more likely to be nice.

“Oh, no, I’m fine.” Elspeth cleared her throat again, forcing her eyes back to the dataslate. “You should probably vox one of your comrades, see if anyone else remembers whatever it was you and your men were doing last night.” She sipped her coffee. “And whatever happens, I had no hand in it.”

“Now I’m suspicious. Also, I don’t have my vox. You got one I could borrow for a second?”

Elspeth fished a spare out of her drawer and tossed it to him. “Shall I call for some food for you, then?” She asked. “Today’s breakfast is toast and honeycomb, with a side of fruit salad. Always best to eat after a night of drinking.”

Darius catches the vox easily. “No, I’ll grab something greasy and terrible for me when I get back to the Redemption. Also, what time is it?”

Elspeth checked the chronometer on her desk. “...Almost noon,” She answered. “Hopefully you haven’t missed much since half the day is already gone.”

“Eh. If I missed anything Retbah and Eklius can deal with it. You seen his new body yet by the way? I know he’s quite proud.” Darius says as he quickly turns on the vox and speaks in rapid-fire Barbarusian.

“No one knows.” He says afterwards. “Odd.”

#thread #chapter master darius

“Party of one, then?” Elspeth went back to reading reports. “You certainly seemed like you’d been having fun when you came stumbling in here, so I assumed that you lot were celebrating something.”

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"Hello, Elspeth. Mind if I join you for the evening?" Lorgar asked as he approached his sister. He was decorated in ornamented and colorful robes with Colchisian script trailing around the edges. "I think you will be better company than Kor Phaeron, especially since he seems to be more ill-tempered than usual this night."

Elspeth looked up from the reports she was reading on a dataslate, a cup of still steaming tea held in her other hand. She gave him a nod, gesturing to the couch beside her. "I don't mind at all. Come, sit." Better than being around Kor Phaeron- she didn't trust the man as far as she could throw him. "What troubles you?"

Lorgar smiled. "Good for you as well. It's only natural to take a break every now and then. Can't be expected to wage war and conquer all the time."

He tilted his head and nodded. "So I've heard. It was not a kind fight. Russ told me about it himself." He took another drink from his cup. "You may fare better. You are not as belligerent as he is. It might prove to be more beneficial."

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“Mayhaps I will.” Elspeth shrugged. “Angron seems to tolerate me, at least.” She made a gesture, and the pot floated over to top up her cup. “And Kharn seems to do a good job of making sure his head stays on, thankfully. All things considered, it shouldn’t come to a confrontation, and I’ll be on my way again a week after that.”

"Does he?" Lorgar asked with a laugh. "Now that is surprising." He stopped, realizing how that could sound. "No offense intended, of course, I am simply surprised he would tolerate much of anyone. Save perhaps his equerry. You should be safe enough if it's only a week, though."

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Elspeth fixed him with a look and tried very hard not to roll her eyes. “I think a week is as long as he can stand me, not for any lack of trying.” The pot floated back to the table. “With luck, the week will be uneventful, and I can move on after checking on his health. What about you? Where are you being sent after this?”

"A week seems to be as long as he can stand anyone, I think." He snorted with faint amusement. "There's a few of our brothers who are like that, to be completely fair. I would not like to spend more than a few days with Konrad, for example."

He tilted his head in thought. "I've been requested to join a number of different ventures, though I think I'll be joining Leman for a time. I haven't been able to see him in quite some time, it could be nice."

#thread #the archpriest and the outcast #(happy new year!)

“Oh, no,” Elspeth groaned, running a hand over her face. “If he offers you a drink, don’t take it. You will regret it later.” She gave him a look that told Lorgar that she’d made that mistake. “I don’t know what they put in this ‘mjod’, but I lost half a day after that.”

@argent-queen

'Thank you for agreeing o come with me on this trip.' Aloy smiled as the gates of Meridian swung wide open for the two primarchs. 'It's been so long since I got to roam the wilds of Horizon.'

"It's no trouble at all." Elspeth's grin reached from ear to ear as she walked in step with her sister. "I've been eager to explore your world, how could I resist your offer? Besides," She looked off into the distance beyond the gates, eyes shining with excitement. "I haven't a chance to go roaming in a while, myself. I think it'll be good for both of us."

'You can say that again.' Aloy replied with a wide grin. 'It's hard to find the time for roaming these days.' She scanned the horizon briefly. 'The traditional Carja lands here are quite dusty as you can see. Would you care to head to cooler climates? I'm happy to go wherever honestly.' As Aloy spoke the two of them set an swift pace, at this rate they would easilly eat up the miles that seperated them from wherever the wind would take them.

"Where you go, I will follow." Elspeth gestured to the wilds beyond, a breeze sending a few stray locks of hair fluttering behind her. "I hope you don't mind me asking questions during our expedition, your world is so full of wonders that I cannot help but be curious." So was her Magos, all too eager to dissect one of the machine-beasts that populated Horizon, but Elspeth wouldn't give voice to that.

‘Very well. To slightly cooler climates then,’ Aloy grinned, her own hair flowing in the same breeze like a dancing flame. ‘By all means, ask your questions Elspeth! This is my home, I’m more than happy to talk about it!’ As Aloy spoke, a herd of grazing machines appeared on the horizon, not close enough that they would have to go through them, but more than close enough for the two Primarchs to inspect them.

The machines appeared to largely look like Deer from Terra’s ancient past, and seemed more than content with harvesting something from the ground.

Fascinated, Elspeth paused to watch them as the two Primarchs drew close enough to safely do so, watching the machines and trying to figure out just what they were gathering if they didn’t actually need to eat. “What are they?” She asked, a glint of childlike wonder in her eyes.

One of the machines raised its head to look at the two Primarchs, but something in its animalistic processing core made it conclude they weren’t a threat and it turned away and went back to grazing.

‘We call these particular ones, Grazers. Not the most creative name but it’s apt. As far as I can tell they’re gathering minerals and chemical compounds.’ Aloy gestured to the glowing green tanks on their backs. ‘That liquid is called Blaze, it’s tricky to manufacture even on the most civilised worlds, but these machines can make it quite quickly. It burns almost as hot as Promethium, and in my experience makes better explosives than Promethium can.’

‘They’re not hostile unless we get too close, much like a wild animal. Follow me, I’ve got a hunting ground in mind where the Machines are even more incredible than these.’

More machine-beasts? Elspeth's eyes shone with barely contained excitement, she simply had to see more of these creatures. "Lead the way. And you'll have to show me how to harvest this 'Blaze' later. I'm sure my Magos would enjoy getting her hands on some."

Aloy smiled, 'Blaze is tricky. We usually let the machines harvest it. It's honestly easier to hunt them for their blaze than it is to mine or synthesize it ourselves. Although as Horizon becomes more industrialised that may change.'

'I'll get your Magos a sample or two at some stage.' She added as she led the way onwards.

They continued on for some time, until Aloy paused on a hilltop. 'Can you see down into that valley?' She asked Elspeth.

Down in the valley, a large, feline looking machine prowled the valley. It looked as though it was on an endless patrol, looking for threats that might approach the Grazers and other similar machines in the valley. 'We call those ones Sawtooths. Careful, their bite can cut a man in half.'

#thread #primarch aloy #(happy new year!)

“Ohhh...” Elspeth was fascinated by the creature, fascinated and curious. “Incredible...have you discovered what they were used for before Old Night?” She looked to her sister, grinning. “These creatures take the resources from this planet, refine it into substances- whoever invented these must have had a fantastical imagination!”

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“Elspeth, Why am I shirtless?” Darius says as he wakes up in the corner. “And why am I wearing pink pants?”

Elspeth quirked a brow at him over her morning coffee. "You were very drunk and started taking your clothes off," She explained, very matter-of-factly, her eyes looking over the reports displayed on her dataslate. "Then you passed out, and I put some pants on you so you'd be decent. Apologies if they're not to your taste, it was the only pair I could find."

“Ah. Thank you. For a second I thought something much lewder happened. Do you know where my clothes are?” Darius says as he stands up.

On the back of his pants, right on his butt, the pants say in bright sparkly letters:

‘SLUT’

The Primarch tried very hard to not spit her coffee across the room once she saw what was written on the back. She quickly tried to clear her throat, setting down her mug. “Er...sorry, haven’t a clue.” She coughed behind her hand. “You stumbled in here, slurred something, then collapsed where you’re standing.” Quietly, she wondered how those pants even got into her office. “If anything else happened, I wouldn’t know about it.”

“You okay over there? And damn. I haven’t been that drunk in awhile.” Darius turns to Elspeth with a slight look of bewilderment. “I don’t even remember how I got here. I thought I was on the Redemption.”

Darius’ many scars litter his chest and back, although the pale musculature is still impressive. If only it was on someone who was more likely to be nice.

“Oh, no, I’m fine.” Elspeth cleared her throat again, forcing her eyes back to the dataslate. “You should probably vox one of your comrades, see if anyone else remembers whatever it was you and your men were doing last night.” She sipped her coffee. “And whatever happens, I had no hand in it.”

“Now I’m suspicious. Also, I don’t have my vox. You got one I could borrow for a second?”

Elspeth fished a spare out of her drawer and tossed it to him. “Shall I call for some food for you, then?” She asked. “Today’s breakfast is toast and honeycomb, with a side of fruit salad. Always best to eat after a night of drinking.”

Darius catches the vox easily. “No, I’ll grab something greasy and terrible for me when I get back to the Redemption. Also, what time is it?”

#thread #chapter master darius

Elspeth checked the chronometer on her desk. “...Almost noon,” She answered. “Hopefully you haven’t missed much since half the day is already gone.”

“Elspeth, Why am I shirtless?” Darius says as he wakes up in the corner. “And why am I wearing pink pants?”

Elspeth quirked a brow at him over her morning coffee. "You were very drunk and started taking your clothes off," She explained, very matter-of-factly, her eyes looking over the reports displayed on her dataslate. "Then you passed out, and I put some pants on you so you'd be decent. Apologies if they're not to your taste, it was the only pair I could find."

“Ah. Thank you. For a second I thought something much lewder happened. Do you know where my clothes are?” Darius says as he stands up.

On the back of his pants, right on his butt, the pants say in bright sparkly letters:

‘SLUT’

The Primarch tried very hard to not spit her coffee across the room once she saw what was written on the back. She quickly tried to clear her throat, setting down her mug. “Er...sorry, haven’t a clue.” She coughed behind her hand. “You stumbled in here, slurred something, then collapsed where you’re standing.” Quietly, she wondered how those pants even got into her office. “If anything else happened, I wouldn’t know about it.”

“You okay over there? And damn. I haven’t been that drunk in awhile.” Darius turns to Elspeth with a slight look of bewilderment. “I don’t even remember how I got here. I thought I was on the Redemption.”

Darius’ many scars litter his chest and back, although the pale musculature is still impressive. If only it was on someone who was more likely to be nice.

“Oh, no, I’m fine.” Elspeth cleared her throat again, forcing her eyes back to the dataslate. “You should probably vox one of your comrades, see if anyone else remembers whatever it was you and your men were doing last night.” She sipped her coffee. “And whatever happens, I had no hand in it.”

“Now I’m suspicious. Also, I don’t have my vox. You got one I could borrow for a second?”

#(it's okay lol)#thread #chapter master darius

Elspeth fished a spare out of her drawer and tossed it to him. “Shall I call for some food for you, then?” She asked. “Today’s breakfast is toast and honeycomb, with a side of fruit salad. Always best to eat after a night of drinking.”

“Elspeth, Why am I shirtless?” Darius says as he wakes up in the corner. “And why am I wearing pink pants?”

Elspeth quirked a brow at him over her morning coffee. "You were very drunk and started taking your clothes off," She explained, very matter-of-factly, her eyes looking over the reports displayed on her dataslate. "Then you passed out, and I put some pants on you so you'd be decent. Apologies if they're not to your taste, it was the only pair I could find."

“Ah. Thank you. For a second I thought something much lewder happened. Do you know where my clothes are?” Darius says as he stands up.

On the back of his pants, right on his butt, the pants say in bright sparkly letters:

‘SLUT’

The Primarch tried very hard to not spit her coffee across the room once she saw what was written on the back. She quickly tried to clear her throat, setting down her mug. “Er...sorry, haven’t a clue.” She coughed behind her hand. “You stumbled in here, slurred something, then collapsed where you’re standing.” Quietly, she wondered how those pants even got into her office. “If anything else happened, I wouldn’t know about it.”

“You okay over there? And damn. I haven’t been that drunk in awhile.” Darius turns to Elspeth with a slight look of bewilderment. “I don’t even remember how I got here. I thought I was on the Redemption.”

Darius’ many scars litter his chest and back, although the pale musculature is still impressive. If only it was on someone who was more likely to be nice.

#thread #chapter master darius

“Oh, no, I’m fine.” Elspeth cleared her throat again, forcing her eyes back to the dataslate. “You should probably vox one of your comrades, see if anyone else remembers whatever it was you and your men were doing last night.” She sipped her coffee. “And whatever happens, I had no hand in it.”

@argent-queen

'Thank you for agreeing o come with me on this trip.' Aloy smiled as the gates of Meridian swung wide open for the two primarchs. 'It's been so long since I got to roam the wilds of Horizon.'

"It's no trouble at all." Elspeth's grin reached from ear to ear as she walked in step with her sister. "I've been eager to explore your world, how could I resist your offer? Besides," She looked off into the distance beyond the gates, eyes shining with excitement. "I haven't a chance to go roaming in a while, myself. I think it'll be good for both of us."

'You can say that again.' Aloy replied with a wide grin. 'It's hard to find the time for roaming these days.' She scanned the horizon briefly. 'The traditional Carja lands here are quite dusty as you can see. Would you care to head to cooler climates? I'm happy to go wherever honestly.' As Aloy spoke the two of them set an swift pace, at this rate they would easilly eat up the miles that seperated them from wherever the wind would take them.

"Where you go, I will follow." Elspeth gestured to the wilds beyond, a breeze sending a few stray locks of hair fluttering behind her. "I hope you don't mind me asking questions during our expedition, your world is so full of wonders that I cannot help but be curious." So was her Magos, all too eager to dissect one of the machine-beasts that populated Horizon, but Elspeth wouldn't give voice to that.

‘Very well. To slightly cooler climates then,’ Aloy grinned, her own hair flowing in the same breeze like a dancing flame. ‘By all means, ask your questions Elspeth! This is my home, I’m more than happy to talk about it!’ As Aloy spoke, a herd of grazing machines appeared on the horizon, not close enough that they would have to go through them, but more than close enough for the two Primarchs to inspect them.

The machines appeared to largely look like Deer from Terra’s ancient past, and seemed more than content with harvesting something from the ground.

Fascinated, Elspeth paused to watch them as the two Primarchs drew close enough to safely do so, watching the machines and trying to figure out just what they were gathering if they didn’t actually need to eat. “What are they?” She asked, a glint of childlike wonder in her eyes.

One of the machines raised its head to look at the two Primarchs, but something in its animalistic processing core made it conclude they weren’t a threat and it turned away and went back to grazing.

‘We call these particular ones, Grazers. Not the most creative name but it’s apt. As far as I can tell they’re gathering minerals and chemical compounds.’ Aloy gestured to the glowing green tanks on their backs. ‘That liquid is called Blaze, it’s tricky to manufacture even on the most civilised worlds, but these machines can make it quite quickly. It burns almost as hot as Promethium, and in my experience makes better explosives than Promethium can.’

‘They’re not hostile unless we get too close, much like a wild animal. Follow me, I’ve got a hunting ground in mind where the Machines are even more incredible than these.’

More machine-beasts? Elspeth's eyes shone with barely contained excitement, she simply had to see more of these creatures. "Lead the way. And you'll have to show me how to harvest this 'Blaze' later. I'm sure my Magos would enjoy getting her hands on some."

#thread #primarch aloy

“Elspeth, Why am I shirtless?” Darius says as he wakes up in the corner. “And why am I wearing pink pants?”

Elspeth quirked a brow at him over her morning coffee. "You were very drunk and started taking your clothes off," She explained, very matter-of-factly, her eyes looking over the reports displayed on her dataslate. "Then you passed out, and I put some pants on you so you'd be decent. Apologies if they're not to your taste, it was the only pair I could find."

“Ah. Thank you. For a second I thought something much lewder happened. Do you know where my clothes are?” Darius says as he stands up.

On the back of his pants, right on his butt, the pants say in bright sparkly letters:

‘SLUT’