Amaranth

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Sorry, I've been busy. I'll post today.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Apologies for the slow post. Writers' block >w<

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

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Nee popped up to her feet in a flash.

"You mean you will take me to them? You trust me?"

Neaera stared at Acheri with a radiant smile. The other woman looked plain exhausted. She wanted to hug Acheri and weep tears of joy and also jump around. Possibly in reverse order. If she had any of her powers left she would have made fireworks. The woman told Nee to follow her and Nee did just that. The wannabe-Saint looked around at all the buildings. None of them looked any different from the average bog-standard-run-down-harbour-district. One of them had to have the Saint's headquarters in it, Acheri basically confirmed that it DID exist. So which was it? So many of them lacked signage or even indication of what purpose it served. Breaking and entering was not really something Neaera was interested in adding to her repertoir, so it really was sheer luck that Acheri had come to save the day, like a real superhero. The thought made Nee suppress a giggle. It didn't really matter which building was the hideout. The night just got a lot better either way.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Sorry guys, I'll have a post up by tomorrow

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

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Nee watched Acheri's smile waver for a split second but she had no idea what it meant, other than that her smile slightly wavered. The would-be Saint brushed a tress of her messy blonde hair out of her face and looked back at the other woman. If this answer phased her, she surely did not show it. Although she did mention the State Attorney's Office, so perhaps not much phases her. Neaera continued to watch the woman, full of hope that she would have some sort of clue as to where the Saints' are. It was, of course, a long shot. After all, what are the chances that a random citizen would have any idea where the secret base of the city's watchful protectors is? They couldn't be very good, and although Neaera was not a gambling-type-of-girl, if she was, these were not odds she would take.

"... Could you tell me a little about the Saint you met?"

Nee's brain kicked into overdrive. Was it too early to get her hopes up? Does this mean she does indeed know where to find them? Will getting her hopes up jinx the whole thing? There's no way it worked out... But maybe, it was the kind of cosmic coincidence that the world seemed to enjoy springing on people.

"I know where to find them. But I can't take you there unless I think you're on the level, okay?"

The second sentence kicked Nee out of her stream of thought and brought her back into the here-and-now. Right. Answer question. Freak out later. What did the Saint look like?

"Well... He was older. Middle aged, I think. He seemed angered by my questions and did not give very specific answers. I seemed to annoy him. He must have been very busy."

Neaera did her best to recall the encounter. It was a few days ago by this point but it was still fairly fresh in her memory. She could practically still hear the sirens and the screeching of tires. Nee herself had shown up to the scene in hopes of stopping the robbers but by the time she arrived the Older Saint had already caught most of the thieves. It truly was an impressive sight.

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Shorter post, sorry it was so late :P

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Octavia skidded into a crouched firing position and brought her rifle up to bear. Her slide had left marks in the ash and dirt and blew up a cloud of particulates that would have obscured a lesser warrior's vision. However, Octavia's killer instinct was almost primal at this point into the battle, she smelled blood and could practically see the red liquid coursing in the other men's veins. She whipped her lascarbine up and rapidly squeezed off a burst of rounds. The first missed and dinged off of a pile of wreckage. The second found its mark and scorched half of a helmeted man's face into a slag of melted flesh and bone which fell with a thwump into a pile of dirt, dust and blood. The third blast took the other man's arm off in a spray of half-misted blood. His rifle in his severed hand, kicking off lances of crimson as it twitched its last moves, tumbled through the air until it landed on the ground. The crippled man screamed as he flopped down and died.

Octavia stood up with a satisfied look on her face and scanned the arena for the remaining few squads. Her rifle radiated heat and the metallic tang of blood. She looked back at her squad; the pale doctor looked like he took a hit but was still standing, the former enforcer seemed shaken but was still able to fight, and finally the PDF soldier seemed fairly steady as far as PDF soldiers went. The rest of the squad was out of her sight at the moment, although she could hear the crazed man's shouting so she assumed he was still 'fine.' The veteran motioned for the rest of the squad to fall in behind her; the hard part was over, it was just clean up by this point. The rest of the squads were likely to be in shambles and would be easy prey for a full strength squad like the Eighth.

Octavia looked back over the battlefield and scanned again for any signs of life. Any sounds were for the most part drown out by dying screams and moans. No lasfire could be seen either. Curious, the enemy must be too frightened to come out. Octavia took a knee and removed her helmet, brushing her hand over her short cropped hair and wiping some sweat that had pooled on one of her forehead scars. Killing was tiring work. Leading a squad AND killing was downright exhausting.

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Yes I can make a post. I’ve been moving but I think I can set my PC up and get a post up todayish :)

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Shorter post today. Sorry guys. Had a bit of writers' block (roleplayers' block?)

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

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The woman was clearly intrigued by Nee's half answer and introduced herself as Acheri. She also did something very unusual. She offered some warmer attire to the clearly underdressed Neaera. Nee gratefully accepted the winter clothing and immediately slipped the mittens and hat over her head. Feeling warmer already, Nee thanked Acheri profusely and rubbed her still chilled hands together. The gloves helped but her hands had already been touched by the cold.

"Thank you so much! I suppose you could tell how cold I really was. My name is Neaera-", she continued, practically cutting herself off, "-most people just call me Nee." She hesitated, if only slightly before the next sentence, "I.. probably should not tell you this, but you seem so nice. I'm looking for the Saints!" She lowered her voice for the last phrase but it's excited tone could not be hushed. "I wish to join them! Her smiled beamed for a moment before she looked around, embarrassed. "I met a Saint, and he told me their headquarters was somewhere in Red Harbour. He was light on the details which has left me, well lost." Nee tittered softly at the absurdity of the situation. Here she was, prowling around in one of the most dangerous boroughs of the city, after midnight, in the freezing cold, looking for... something. Not a situation the average nineteen-year-old girl would think to find themselves in. But.. Neaera was not the average 19 year old girl. Which is why she found herself trying to join a superhero group which honestly may or may not exist. Nee was still determined to get to the bottom of it. If they did exist, she would join them. If they did not, well.. she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.