Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510200903/@comment-27830834-20170629092113

Echo busies himself with altering the Centaur's appearance, using his combat knife to deface several of the Imperial icon's on the vehicle for the sake of authenticity.

"The Aquillae I could forgive, but the Cog Mechanicum? Really? No respect whatsoever..." Whispers a strange, static-laced, but ultimately familiar voice.

Echo spins around, seeing a figure that should not, that cannot, be there. Resplendant in ferrowire robes of rust-red, hunched frame rendered lumpy by the conjoined chimera-growths he took so much pride in. One eye is a red-lensed agumetic, the other a startlingly blue, gene-sculpted organ with a slitted feline pupil.

Magos Biologis Maxiv Esperine.

"I know what your thinking. ''How is this possible? Didn't I die with the rest of our extended family? No doubt your synapses are already firing away in search of an answer." ''Esperine chuckles. "My prodigal son, always so curious..."

Echo looks around wildly. His optic isn't registering anything from the figure before him, so it must be a hallucination, right..? Right, the Terrofex must have not worn completely off, that's all...

"Do. Not. Call me that." He hisses under his breath, turning away.

"Why ever not? True I may not be the conventional of parents, but if not by my hand your zygote would have never reached maturation. Like Pygmalion with his marble, I sculpted you to life..."

Hallucination or not it certainly sounds like the late Magos. Esperine did always like the sound of his own voice.

"No. I'm not talking to you. I'm not acknowledging you. This... apparition is just my already fucked-up neurochemistry reacting to a xenotoxin. You are not real. You are a bad drug trip."

Esperine thin lips bend into a smile. "That does seem the most logical conclusion, doesn't it?"