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Azumi waddled her way towards the blood angels, her head tilted in curiosity before she spoke.

"Hm? What's this about me and your affliction?"

"Ah... I wish I would but... I'm kinda paranoid right now. You know how there's uh... one Olivia and a swapped version of Olivia... right?"

"Huh?"

"You what, mate?"

"Azumi, my Brothers suffer an affliction known as the Red Thirst. Your presence has soothed me and Brother-Lieutenant Tolmeron numerous times. We wish to know why and see if there is a way to synthesize your power to help my Brothers. We also wish to see how you turned the heretics into your servants, and how you domesticated Tyranids into your pets. Brother-Priest Nicodemius will speak with you. Fear not: no harm will befall you"

He had unconsciously knelt and started petting Azumi.

"Captain Aphael is correct." He kneels down and also begins petting Azumi. Instantly, he too feels a sense of relief, as if the Thirst has been stayed. "This is fascinating. This creature does indeed appear to have the ability to ease the Red Thirst, and presumably by extension would be able to soothe those who are afflicted with the Black Rage."

"Well, as you obviously know, I am not the only kitsune who exists in the material plane!" Azumi smiled "I'm sure you may recruit kitsune healers as cheerful or as graceful as I am!"

"Though, do remember, we are a pacifistic race, we will not kill even if ordered."

She then pondered a way to be able to help the blood angels long term. She had a summoner to take care of and to her that was her greatest responsibility. She alone was not enough to help her dimension's earth and even herself at times.

"Well, I have been taught by my village elders back when I was a hundred years old about basic holy magic. In fact, I have quite a few copies of tomes that your blood angels may use. I mean, they also exist in bulk at specialty sorcery stores everywhere! As for the heretic astartes, not many dare disrespect a kitsune, especially one that has lived through half a millenium! I taught them philosophy, religion, and most of all, kindness! Hive Fleet Marshmallows seems to, interestingly enough, be separate from the main tyranid hive mind. If I recall, the hive fleet sustained itself economically through mercenary work. An act, I scolded them heavily for!"

"Mom's a divine being" Ren interjected "Anything made of holy magic is enough to dampen any afflictions by their presence alone. I should know, haven't had a therapist other than mom"

Merith yawned "it's so boring around here right now"

He came in carrying several horticulture tomes as well as a codex about types of divine kitsune.

"This is all true, Father Nicodemus. That, and Azumi is something of a celebrity and our mascot here at Trixie's. I'm sorry I didn't mention this, but we usually ask everyone to place their weapons in the weapons box beside Drael"

"We also feel a sensation of joy when Azumi enters a state Mathius and Drael refer to as 'the zoomies'. The boy, her son, also speaks truth. His name is Ren. Ren has also assisted us as well as Brother-Captain Messinius numerous times, Brother-Priest."

"About her Hive Fleet Marshmallows, they answer to her and only to her. As she often brings the heretics that obey her, she also has a pet Tyranid named Mr. Tinkles. The heretics under her command are referred to by her as 'Bubbles' to the best of my recollection. Azumi, please inform Brother-Priest Nicodemius about your heretics, and if it isn't a hassle, show him the basket of baby Tyanids you often bring"

"Of course." Nicodemus places his chainsword and bolt pistol in the weapons box, then resumes his position. "So this creature can not only stay the Red Thirst, but also has managed to tame a Tyranid swarm and some heretics?" He seems in somewhat disbelief.

"I can verify these claims. Azumi, please go get Mr. Tinkles and a basket of your pets"

She pulled out a deck of cards and idly shuffled them "anyone up to a card game? Any will do"

"The heretics you speak of were a specific group of astartes that regretted falling to chaos. Thankfully, I was able to guide them through months of teachings based from my patron deity!"

Azumi then materialized a smartphone and began calling someone.

"Mr. Lictor!" She greeted the Tyranid on the phone "Oh! I would like to show these space marines that you are a good natured hivemind! Well, you for one are quite autonomous, but nevertheless connected! Please come over!"

A few minutes later, the Disco Lictor entered the bar dancing to hip hop, carrying with it a basket of baby hormagaunts who looked somehow adorable. Not only that, Mister Tinkles soon appeared and was given belly rubs by the fox spirit.

"See? They only desire to make as many friends as much as I do!" She squealed in joy.

"Well then." Nicodemus was not one to be easily surprised, given that he alternated between treating gruesome battlefield injuries and controlling the Red Thirst as part of his day-to-day occupation. But even he was absolutely flabbergasted by the fact that Azumi had managed to de-aggro Tyranids, creatures that existed only to consume other material and had nearly wiped out his chapter's home world. "I am thoroughly impressed."

One of the baby "Hive Fleet Marshmallow" hormagaunts pictured here perched himself on the Drael's head and nestled himself in his hair. Drael held the basket in his lap.

"They even come and clean the bar in exchange for Root Beer and French fries once a week"

Takes a seat at a table, enjoying some evening honey tea.