'“Understand?" Orikan snapped. "To understand is not in you, Trazyn. You're abird making a nest with shiny things. A child with a rock collection. You want things simply to have them. Their true meaning, their use, is lost on you.
“Slave to the past? A lack of vision? Perhaps, my dear astromancer. Perhaps." Trazyn tossed the puzzle box in the air and caught it again, delighting as Orikan's monocular widened in distress. The casualness was feigned. He'd plotted the object's arc two hundred times before making the throw, and put it gingerly into his dimensional pocket. "But you are a slave to your visions, with no sense of the past. I suppose it is in our natures, yes? My lot is to preserve, yours to predict.”'
Orikan the Diviner and Trazyn the Infinite. Two curmudgeonly old men who for sure, absolutely, definitely hate each other very much. That's why they spend so much time foiling each others plots and sneaking into each others homes. Yup. Mhmm.
Painting these up in secret for a pal, shh no telling. Tried to make em look half decent and I've had some fun with the music as ever (see if you can spot the the whisper in the code). Did a slight kitbash with Trazyn to give him a little Tesseract and got them both a more necron-y base. Trazyn also has some little buddies, since he's been left behind somewhat in the model releases.