Subject: Tom grabbed some more drinks for Derik and Thoth
Posted on: 2017-10-28 17:18:34 UTC

Thoth took the next one just as easily as the first two: the glasses weren't really that big, all things considered. "Three, I believe."

He turned to Gall. "I am," he said, "One of the Adeptus Astartes, the Angels of Death. Sometimes known as Space Marines. When I was a boy, I was selected as a candidate, tried, and eventually inducted into the ranks of the Thousand Sons. I was upgraded, artificial organs inserted into my body, its chemistry altered, my mind conditioned. All to transform me into one of the most fierce warriors mankind has ever known."

He sighed. "One of the side effects of the process is that this rotgut, as you call it, is one of the few things capable of actually getting me drunk, or to get any sort of toxin into my blood: On missions, I carry an alcohol-substitute version with Bleeprin inside it. It is the only way that the Bleep works on me."

((Sorry... I can be a bit longwinded. Thankfully, I think it fits the character here...))