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7 days ago
Current I'm married. Paypal $200 and I will give dating advice.
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13 days ago
I like lurking through status bar drama AFTER its happened and been cleaned up by mods so I am left to wonder what fascinating context I am lacking
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2 mos ago
visiting some people for a little while so will not be super active for a week or so
3 mos ago
the ad spam isn't that much of a problem in terms of covering content. but its a hurtful reminder that the many algorithms that decide what ads to serve think I am the kind of person to gamble
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3 mos ago
do it just don't spam
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If you enjoy my posts then consider pressing here to see my 1x1 interest check. Now listen to the tale of a man far from home longing to see its greens again.



About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.

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Maybe you shouldn't have been from a chapter that isn't too pussy to chase after the fallen? Or more importantly Doesn't follow Codex Astartes to the letter.
Victor stood in the lobby with his hands on his hips, looking about. It was not a nice case as far as he heard, creepy freemason shits with their crazed delusion of illuminati or whatever the fuck it was they believed in. He didn't like it at all, no. He never dealt with this before. Breaching a doorway and mowing down the jihadis within was one thing, not knowing who to trust or not was a wholly different one. The one thing that comforted him was that he was not going to be dealing with that sort of thing much. That was for the runty feds. He had no qualm with intrigue and all, but the rules involved made it unbearable. What was wrong with hitting a thug in the stomach with a baseball bat? It was the only thing they understood.

He moseyed over to the older muscle, lighting a cigar and offering the man one. "I'll be looking for at the stairs, you keep them hawkeyes on the elevators, alright?" he said in a tone that was showing it was a statement, not a question. Besides, if there was a fuck-up then that meant there would be more scraps, and thus he reckoned his contract could only get an extension. He made sure to blow a puff of smoke in the face of anyone he found to be "unruly," be they lowriding or wearing a snapback. The glorified gun for hire made sure he wasn't just enjoying himself however, he had a job to half-ass after all. He looked left and right for anyone with odd cult symbols and signs, perhaps with a backpack too large and full, or someone particularly nervous. He wasn't sure exactly for what he was looking for but that didn't really matter, since people would try to mask it. There was of course the possibility of someone trying to put a bomb about, so he at least listened for the ticking that some of the less subtle ones had. Finally he was looking for someone who was disobeying the law in (particularly the minor ones) some way, since it would give him an excuse to pay more attention to them and instill fear, perhaps even search them. A minor breakage like parking in a disabled spot when someone wasn't was exactly what he wanted to see, since while a minor disobedience was a sign someone was in a rush, and thus suspicious.

Bored, he considered making conversation with the older man. "I hear there's a junior world cup for hockey coming up. I don't know if that's kids or lightweights or what, but I like hockey. Course I never played it, but hitting other folks with sticks and the distraction of the puck always seemed nice. It's like a more violent form of golf I gather."
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"Hey, yo, look at those fucks." he quickly said, pointing to the car trailing after the two detectives that left. "Our pals got themselves a trail. Shit chief, all of this looks fishy." he declared, sniffing the air and looking about quickly. His gaze was busy however, he was hoping that Ben could catch something. (@Roosan's gotta roll now)
@Leidenschaft I got impatient and clicked twice while it was loading, wat do
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I'll try to post now, golly I hope nobody posts in the interim making my work null.
I'll wait for others to post since I fear mine may be void if someone posts before me.
@Leidenschaft
Since I'm a bit of an idiot, am I still looking out for suspicious people/guard duty as per start of the post or do I follow the rest of the team?
Sorry, too many RPs, dropping out.
It was quite an event when they decided to send the Scout Sergeant to the Deathwatch. An Astropath would send a message to pick him up at Macragge, where a small ceremony was held. A long line of the Chapter's serfs would form all playing assorted instruments while assorted Space Marines including those of Kurt's former squad would all stand saluting to form great pomp. With a final salute to his Captain, Scout Sergeant Inri was gone.

He awoke with an exaggerated yawn and stretch, like the princess of a fairy tale. He walked out slowly, adjusting his hair. His dream was a bright one, with him sitting on the throne Calgar usually occupied. He too had power armour just a little too large for him and a power fist that was unnecessarily big, but he also didn't have two. That just seemed silly. Instead he had a storm bolter, yes an engraved one with kraken bolts only, and all the other Ultramarines bowing to him. Yes, a fine dream indeed....

Kurt stood amongst the other Marines, looking left and right. No, these were not the desirable fellows to have at all, he would have to exercise caution; especially around the flesh tearer. He didn't want the lunatic splattering a valuable asset, no. He gave a sarcastic salute before presenting himself. "Kurtis von Inri, Scout Sergeant, Ultramarines." he said, a socialite smile upon his face. It would be an interesting service to say the least.
Posting up soon.
.45-70 gov't.


Forgot to address this. Why kick a door down when your gun pretty much turns it to sawdust? He's a contractor though so I guess he can order it himself.
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