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!EXVlxJM9Rg 06/23/10(Wed)05:34 No.10685011>>10684502 >>10684658 >>10684687 >>10684708 >>10684763 >>10684811 Ralph takes the lot of you to the Galley, saying it has the best seats on the ship. As you all settle, the Inquisitor steeples his hands and looks at you and Emmie. "Now, I feel is is safe to assume the two of you might have some questions for me. Oh, and Semele, a cup of tea please?" One of the Guards, who's hair appears to be dark black with streaks of blue, moves foreword and starts moving about the Galley, making a pot of tea. And so you ask about being a Pariah, and Emmie being a null, and how you were found. His brow furrows. "Pariah? This is why I hate messengers. They always muddle things. It's like that game the juvies play, where they pass a message ear to ear? It always comes out completely different. No Niel, you are merely an extremely powerful Blank, not quite the level of what we typically call a Pariah. Your mere presence cancels out Warpcraft. And you also have an adverse effect on Psykers. I suspect if anyone more powerful then Ms. Drake was around you, they would experience more then a mere nosebleed. Emmie, on the other hand, is relatively weak. Her own field of effect extends to no farther then herself. She would have to be touching a Psyker to cancel out any of their abilities. Now, I believe the confusion stemmed from an idle speculation of mine. I voiced a theory that, maybe, the offspring of the two of you would be more likely to be a Pariah. As far as I know, no two blanks have ever produced offspring. Oh, thank you." Emmie's ears redden at the Inquisitor's words. Semele sets a steaming cup of tea before the Inquisitor. "Now then, perhaps you have further questions?" |