Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-27830834-20190104031030

Kaylock grinned, unclasping his ammo belt and dangling it in front of the Techpriest, charge-packs clustered along its length like fruit on a bough. Holstered was one almost obscenely large hellpistol, its boxy frame knotted with exposed cabling.

"Her name's Seneca," He drawled. "You two play nice, eh? Ave Deus Mechanicus an' all that..." An electtoo of a Cog-and-Skull flared to life briefly on his scrawny chest.

Not waiting for a reply, the voidborn swaggered off towards the Inquisitor, his jacket still tucked under one arm, his other pistol hidden within its folds...