Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224030/@comment-30059998-20161216175625

I normally welcome silence with open arms, but the tension in this room is unbearable and makes the silence very displeasing. Pyotr thought as the grip on his knife slackens a bit, but it still rests on the handle. He notices the man in the trenchcoat running his finger on his laspistol. He saw that both of the man's laspistols seems to be modified, goading his curiosity. If he were a regular soldier, he would've approached him and had asked the man about the pistols. However, he has been trained to become an Astartes, as such he forcefully pushed the sensation to the back of his mind with the help of the disciplinary training he received.

He suddenly remembered that his helmet was still mag-locked to his belt, as such he felt exposed. '''Too late, they've already seen me. Hopefully the inquisitorial badge that Inquisitor Traus gave me should provide enough authority over them.''' So he fished out the badge from a compartment in his armour and wore it, hoping that the sight of the badge should be enough for the man who kept them waiting to know how bad his decision was. Even though Pyotr is a very patient man, being forced to wait is one of the things that will make the neophyte go ballistic.

'Ovoo (grandfather - Laughing Skull Marines refer to the Emperor as Grandfather when addressing him informally''), please bless me with the gift of forgiveness, for I am at my wit's end. My patience may be vast, but if this lasts any longer, I would not be able to stop myself from hurting the man responsible for the waiting.'''