Loken
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*coldly, through gritted teeth, from the shadows*: are we still going to continue with these low-grade jokes?
*taking a slow step forward, into the small patch of light, revealing to those gathered a fresh scar crossing his cheek and a surprisingly intact eye*: while heretics are destroying and undermining the foundations of the Church of His Most Holy God-Emperor?
He lies on his Golden Throne, dying, in stasis, precisely because of the Heresy, one and all-consuming.
Heretics...
*wiping heretical blood from his leather gloves with a handkerchief*: they are not idle. they sleep and dream of how to awaken their cursed chaotic gods and destroy us all.
They tried to attack me and force me to say words that would break the sealing spells on the cage with Anatoly Wasserman.
*a fierce fire flashes in his eyes, his voice sounds clear and distinct, lowering the temperature in the hall by a few more degrees*: only the will of His Most Holy One and my trusty energy hammer saved me, because no one knew about this attack. everyone continued to have fun and clap their hands. I will be forced to report this egregious case of violation of direct duties to the Inquisition. The Lord Inquisitor will make sure that some heads roll...
*softening slightly*: alright, there is also a small piece of good news among the dreary stream. I conceived and even began to implement a book. an excellent book, which is currently a bestseller, at least in my eyes.
*his voice again acquired a metallic tinge*: thank you, Major, for fulfilling my request, sent by email, the only means of communication I could use at that moment. I understand that I have no right to demand too much, but now it no longer matters.
*thoughtfully, rubbing the fresh scar with his palm and slightly stretching the words*: the operation is not yet complete... there is still a lot of work to be done... for this reason, I will not be able to be here regularly for some time...
and Asay and Quip may be under surveillance...
we will have to be content with random terminals, fortunately, there are quite enough of them for this.
well, right now I will retire for another cleanup. stay well. I will contact you, gentlemen, at the first opportunity.
*pausing in the doorway for a moment*: and, yes... be vigilant. few can be trusted. now is an uneasy time. just today, for example, I saw the inscription "please register, registered users have access to the hero chat function". ambiguous, don't you think?
farewell.
*quickly leaving the hall; the cloak rustles and billows in the wake of the air currents*
*taking a slow step forward, into the small patch of light, revealing to those gathered a fresh scar crossing his cheek and a surprisingly intact eye*: while heretics are destroying and undermining the foundations of the Church of His Most Holy God-Emperor?
He lies on his Golden Throne, dying, in stasis, precisely because of the Heresy, one and all-consuming.
Heretics...
*wiping heretical blood from his leather gloves with a handkerchief*: they are not idle. they sleep and dream of how to awaken their cursed chaotic gods and destroy us all.
They tried to attack me and force me to say words that would break the sealing spells on the cage with Anatoly Wasserman.
*a fierce fire flashes in his eyes, his voice sounds clear and distinct, lowering the temperature in the hall by a few more degrees*: only the will of His Most Holy One and my trusty energy hammer saved me, because no one knew about this attack. everyone continued to have fun and clap their hands. I will be forced to report this egregious case of violation of direct duties to the Inquisition. The Lord Inquisitor will make sure that some heads roll...
*softening slightly*: alright, there is also a small piece of good news among the dreary stream. I conceived and even began to implement a book. an excellent book, which is currently a bestseller, at least in my eyes.
*his voice again acquired a metallic tinge*: thank you, Major, for fulfilling my request, sent by email, the only means of communication I could use at that moment. I understand that I have no right to demand too much, but now it no longer matters.
*thoughtfully, rubbing the fresh scar with his palm and slightly stretching the words*: the operation is not yet complete... there is still a lot of work to be done... for this reason, I will not be able to be here regularly for some time...
and Asay and Quip may be under surveillance...
we will have to be content with random terminals, fortunately, there are quite enough of them for this.
well, right now I will retire for another cleanup. stay well. I will contact you, gentlemen, at the first opportunity.
*pausing in the doorway for a moment*: and, yes... be vigilant. few can be trusted. now is an uneasy time. just today, for example, I saw the inscription "please register, registered users have access to the hero chat function". ambiguous, don't you think?
farewell.
*quickly leaving the hall; the cloak rustles and billows in the wake of the air currents*
Первый, кто был забанен за Правду.