WARHAMMER 40,000: A Thousand Tiny Suns (40k/Exalted Crossover!)

The other guardsmen were looking over their new hellguns, while you and Kit watched one another.

"...s-so, we should go and...help the rest of, of the...the guard," you said, pointing with your arm, towards the sound of rumbling guns, the floating starship. Kit nodded, and once again, his body flowed like liquid glass and silver flames. Once again, he became his normal Cadian self, his flak vest still tight around his chest, lasgun over his shoulder.

"Yeah," he said, nodding.

Silence hung between you two. The guardsmen with their new uniforms all seemed as awkward as you were.

"Come on!" you said, then turned. There was a swish noise, then a light thump. Gitta didn't even buck or twist, she just continued to walk forward, even as a strong arm looped around your belly and you felt Kit's blazing warmth against your back. You melted against him, sighing softly. It was like you had been without a coat, and someone had given you an officer's blues. You shook your head, trying to get your brain to remember that this was a stranger, on your mount...c...cuddling! He was cuddling you!

THe other guardsmen fanned out, 7-7 looking somewhat desolate without her mount, even if the new respirator you had made for her was fitted comfortably to her features.

"S-Shouldn't you walk too?" you mutered.

"Maybe," Kit said. He sounded as confused as you were.

You cocked your head, but the porthole cut your peripheral vision off enough that you couldn't quite see his features. "You're a man, not a...a...felid!"

"Heh. Half right," he said, sounding amused. "Though, I think...I have these strange memories. This knowledge. I know how to get more forms, I think. But I...mrrrr..." He growled softly and that growl sent a shivery tingle along your spine that was decidedly non-regulation. Your cheeks flushed, not sure which betrayed you more, him or your stupid body. Gitta's left ear twitched, sarcastically.

"Y-Yes?" you asked.

"I know you, don't i?" he asked, quietly.

"Y-Yes, we met before," you said, blushing.

"Not just that," Kit said. "I...know how you smell."

"Like I haven't had ablutions for a week!" you stammered. His hand had settled onto your hip, gripping you firmly. Your cheeks were burning. There was only three layers between you and his palm right now, he wasn't wearing a glove. There should be four. This was improper! You grabbed his hand, and felt the insane urge to bring it to your resperator. You shoved it away instead. "...do you have...strange memories? Feelings?"

"Yeah," he said, nodding.

You had reached the edge of the battlefield that surrounded the aid station, and come to jagged lines of trenches. A pair of fighters screamed by overhead - and left the air deadened and quiet in the supersonic roar of their passing. You looked up at them...and shaded your eyes, frowning. A strange double vision - layering one atop the other. You had been here before, in the trenches, looking up at the planes overhead - you and Kit both, your eyes overlapping. It made your head hurt. You closed your eyes. "What has happened to us?" you whispered.

"I remember Verdun," he whispered.

"Where?" you asked.

"I don't know," he said.

But you did as well. Verdun. It, like Chiaroscuro, was a name you'd never heard before...but knew in your bones, deep down in your gut now. You remembered the...impossible vision, the demon sent falsehood. The sun, the moon, the stars - all swirling fragments of power, coalescing in a flash of desperate strength against a dying age. And from it was born...the Emperor. You probed that memory like you would a broken tooth, wincing in anticipation of pain and sharpness. You looked left, away from...from anything and saw nothing but rubble and corpses - and the distant barrels of what looked like earthshakers. They didn't fire and belch smoke. They were still. They were dead.

You needed to distract yourself. From Kit. From the memories. From the feeling that you weren't you anymore. Except you were, weren't you? But then what were all these new thoughts?

What were you?

What was this?

Augh!

"T-Tell me!" you said, stammering, thoughts running ahead of your brain.

"Hurm?" Kit asked.

"T-Tell me, uh, uh, uh..."

You looked around for inspiration.

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[ ] Seeing some rubble that had once been homes: "...about your home!"
[ ] Seeing a dead soldier, her helmet knocked off: "...about your family!"
[ ] Seeing a splash of purple uniform: "...about...your eyes..."
[ ] Seeing the sky: "...do you think I'm pretty?"
[ ] Seeing the past: "...are we married?"

STATS
Health: Fine
Anima: Dim
Willpower: 4/5
Personal Motes: 1/13 | Peripheral Motes: 0/28
Limit: 0/10 (Trigger: Being stymied by indulges around her)
Major Projects: 0/5
SXP: 48 | GXP: 45 | WXP: 0