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She would shrug a bit, not sure what the small kitsune would be referring to at the moment

He was asleep in his chair. He slept silently.

"You do not need to worry about that. As he is considered a mutant, he would not be eligible for induction into an Astartes chapter. At best, he might end up in the Astra Militarum's Abhuman Auxiliary Corps."

Ren entered the bar, only to see his kitsune mother, Azumi, in her human form. She seemed to be standing beside a set of gifts. The gifts that Mathius brought out.

"It's Mathius' birthday presents, dear" Azumi giggled

Ren's jaw dropped. He felt like a kid again. Well, he always felt like that whenever he gets excited over something.

"'Tis strange you consider him a mutant." Azumi said "What about me? Am I considered a Warp Entity? I am not exactly malevolent, however and the inorganic energy I am composed of is divine in nature!"

Azumi was incredibly innocent. So innocent that she did not realize she could get killed for even admitting she was from the Warp (Of course she isn't, but it would be hard to differentiate a spirit from a daemon at times). But if Messinius remembered, she befriended a Termagant and named it Mr. Tinkles. She was very powerful, but the worst she could do is ground you in your own room even if you were not her child.

"You are in a classification of your own, as we have never encountered anything like you before."

"We Astartes in the Blood Angels are still amazed you made a pet out of a Tyranid"

"Would have made handling Leviathan's attack on Baal a lot easier."

The sound of horse hooves were heard outside, and they soon went to a stop.
Roy dismounted from the horse and entered the bar, taking off his hat and holding it behind his back gently. "Evening, I am in need of some rum, if available!"

Roy was a young, cocker spaniel prince, he looked to be freshly turned 18 years old. He was dressed in a pretty clean and neat green, yellow and white uniform, and had a rapier sword in his brown, leather belt. He wore light brown gloves and wore light brown boots, his tail spilt from underneath his outfit.

"I'm afraid you're too young for rum...."

"But when it comes to me, I'm not too young for wine—The finest red one, if you would, grazie."

"That would be our Pinot Noir" He poured her a glass and set it in front of her

"Molte grazie, Signore."

"You are quite welcome, mio sorella"

"I will also have some of that wine, if you do not mind, sir." The Space Marine spoke to Mathius, his voice distorted by the death mask that he wore.

The cocker spaniel prince gave a soft frown. "I am? Not where I'm from..."

"Is there anything alcoholic I am allowed to have?" Roy asked.

"Not worth the try, I'm legal age in my home world to drink and smoke, the rules are different here, I can't drink I can't smoke. Soooooo.....good luck...unless someone's gonna lessen the rules a bit?" Looks hopefully to mathius

He brought out a glass of wine and set it before him "your brothers come here often. Namely Lieutenant Tolmeron, Captain Messinius, and Captain Donatos Aphael"

"Your innocent eyes work work. I made a promise to your mother. If she says yes, then certainly"

"I was aware that the second company of my chapter was active within this region. I was unaware that the White Consuls were as well." The Sanguinary Guard removes his ornate death mask, revealing his long flowing blonde hair and sable eyes that are set like stone into his face, a face which looks like one that would be chiseled into marble statues and adorn stained glass windows in a great cathedral. He mag-clamps his helm to his belt, and gently sips the wine given to him.