Returning down to the living room where the rest of the group resided, Adrianne arrived in time to hear Zhevon's concern about Zhevon's preferences in regards to staves.

"Most male psykers, especially adolescents tend to want the largest staves possible." Adrianne would remark with a smirk, though spoke with little apparent intention.

"But... either way, I've checked with Stukov and decided to take him as my apprentice. As for now, I've ordered him to get some much needed rest and food. He will need every bit of his strength for the days to come." Adrianne would then explain to the rest of the group, making it clear that Stukov would indeed be a viable candidate for apprenticeship.

[i]"I just hope he doesn't try to hang himself or something. He really was in a dark place when I met him."[/i]

Adrianne was no stranger to the hardships that people often endured when they moved from 'normal' life over to the highly regulated and institutionalized life of a psyker. Being ostracized from the rest of society, losing all old family and friends; without even mentioning the powers and the whispers themselves; tended to be a very traumatizing experience for many.

In a way, Adrianne had been sort of lucky. She had been too young to really understand what was going on when she had been discovered and taken away. Her childish mind and adventurous spirit had found the whole experience to be rather exciting and cool, never quite understanding the actual seriousness or gravity of it until she was much older. She had made most of her friends at the institute, the place she had spent the vast majority of her life as a child. In fact, she had little recollection of her life before being taken away; most of it only being vague memories and flickering, unfinished images. 

In fact, her memories of her past life were so distant that she quite simply didn't care about them. Her family had, and always would be; the institute.

By the time she was 16, she had known nothing but the walls of the institute, and the people living within it. It in turn had steeped her in lore and knowledge in regards to her psychic abilities, girding her mind against the warp through copious amounts of specialized training, meditation and trials. Most of the people she knew had psychic gifts. Almost all of her friends back then were psykers, and though they had quarreled, competed and fought sometimes, it had all served to to only steel them all for the challenges posed by the warp that would inevitably face them later in their lives. Whenever she had ever had a problem in regards to her powers, she had been surrounded by like-minded people, often people experiencing the very same things; everyone able to understand what she might have been going through.

A life without psychic powers, without the familiar, haunting whispers, without supernatural abilities - was quite simply alien to her until her first assignment.

For Stukov, it was the complete opposite. He was a man who had never submerged himself in the warp, only seen it at a distance; most often down through the barrel of a gun. Taught to fear it, he had only seen the warp at its worst; when it devoured ships, tore men apart or disgorged legions of twisted, daemonic aberrations on him and his crew.

[i]"Poor man... "[/i]

"As for Stukov's equipment, it will take time to requisition something. Though there exists plenty of standardized equipment, it's better if we can get something made to his own specs. I do however have some items of my own lying around, some of which I'm sure he could use." Adrianne then said, returning to the question of Stukov's equipment.

Throughout her life, she had gathered no small amount of items for her role as a psyker. Some items were things she had used in the past. Other items were loot she had scavenged among her travels. And other items were items she had bought, thinking she might need them in the future; without an occasion to use them never really arising.