Andreyich

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@NecroKnight

He kept up the stare, hands at either side of him, the same pattern of heavy breathing. Rip and tear, when they're just standing there like that you simply want to rip and tear. It would be so simple to just walk over, take their arms off and remove the rest with them. He shook his head to get out of his little trance. He grunted a little as he looked at her again, the same face of disgust and disdain for the abhuman before him. "Yeah, well he would have bloody well been better off if he drowned it before it gave birth!" He roared, his plasteel teeth grating on each other and even bending a little with all the force upon them. "Oh, and of course you don't snitch, if you would then they would investigate the throne-forsaken things you do too!"

He then stopped, and grinned maniacally. He lowered his mask and lifted his heavy stubber and let the barrels spin, sending a short burst of it's massive bullets into the sky one of the red hot casings falling on his naked neck; he did not mind the slight sizzle it made on his skin. He kept looking at her through the visor as he made his point. "Woops, missed. You're right I do need to work on my accuracy." There was enough shooting from the celebrations in the Frateris and other camps to make the sound dismissible, though he took a quick glance to see if there was anyone around to witness the muzzle flashes. He was a Guardsman now, after all. When she brought up the skull, he got really mad. “You bloody well got the attention of a ponce over an Ork’s skull? Just how daft are you! There’s Orks heads all over, you just rip it off of the damn things!”

When she tried to pull rank on him he started with a little chuckle, and then let it erupt into a full laugh. “You what?” he managed in between bursts of laughter. He would walk over to her and give a light pat on the shoulder. “Just for that I’ll forget it all….” He tried – ineffectually – to maintain an impassive face and then once again returned to the laughter, almost falling over with an “oh shit” in between giggles. Even behind a respirators kit and thick chunks of ceramite and plasteel he managed to laugh like a horse. hyena, albeit one with a very deep voice.

Crime & Punishment - Adeptus Arbites RP [Warhammer 40,000]

@Hank An Investigator good? Or will our situations be much too combat oriented to make him any good?

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@NecroKnight fite me

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@Jbcool
I lied, another question. Is the rest of the militia conscripted or just me?

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

Eww elves

Fallout: Under Silver Skies [Closed]

Fred threw some caps in the direction of the bartender, more than enough unless it was some sort of excellent pre-war dartboard. With a light whistle he pulled up his laser rifle to cling to his back. The stunt was supposed to get some sort of recruiter to get a look at him. Any experienced man would get a look at his high-grade gear, the laser rifle and recharger pistol being only the start. If someone paid attention to his neck and the bits of him exposed, they would see his leather jacket was thick not because of muscle but the ballistic weave. It might take a while but he was betting that some high-class person would get a look at him eventually, and like what he saw. He would get a few more drinks before getting a cigar and walking out.

When he walked out of the establishment, he would go for the nearest alley. He knew that someone looking for a hired gun was just as likely to appear as someone looking to steal his gear, so he unbuttoned his pistol's holster and made sure his hand was near it, or his cattle prod. He did his best to make it look like he was just going for an innocent smoke and a stroll, looking for shadows and such getting near him. If nobody came, he would sigh. He had another plan, but it was risky.....

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@NecroKnight

Grunting, sweat forming on his brow as he walked with his heavy load, he stepped on something; something that moved away. The sudden change of terrain under him made him lose balance, and start falling. He was a burly man with a massive weight on him, so it was a slow fall. Like an avalanche. When finally he hit the soil there was a great thud mud flying everywhere. He groaned. Getting back up would be such a hassle. He rolled over to see what the hell it was he stepped on. Oh yes, what he stepped on was in fact an it. He stared at Fixun, one eye closed shut with mud. "Who in the throne-forsaken hells asked you to be there!" he snarled. Growling a little he stared for a few more moments, wiping dirt off of his face. With a grunt of effort he put his knuckles into the mud and after a few seconds pushed himself off to an unstable standing position.

With a few loud stomps he turned to her, finally at his fully height, augmented by his boots and helmet to be an imposing 7ft in total. He growled a little more before looking himself over. "Delicate? I'm sure, valuable? Perhaps for stealing valuables you little...." He turned his head to look at the things on his back. With a little gasp, he looked at his heavy stubber. "You... you got all five barrels with mud in them! You realize that could make the bloody thing explode in the middle of a battle and send shrapnel flying and kill everyone in pretty damn big radius!" With an angry roar he threw down his heavy stubber and his footlocked. He looked about for a suitable puddle to clean his things in.

When he finally found when he hauled the two things to it, and started cleaning what he could. Something was familiar about the abhuman. Realisation dawning on him he turned, mouth agape. "You were bloody well there! Don't you know to not draw attention to where you shouldn't! You bloody well snitched, didn't you!" He roared with his face turning red, not just because his helmet was on very tight. "All would be better if you were a bloody real cat!" he would breath heavily, his armoured hands and chest going up and down along with the mile long stare.

Hi....

Warhammer 40k lover? We'll get along well!

🅸 🆁🅴🅼🅰🅸🅽 (Horror/High Casual)

(Decks 10-14, bar, you pick which deck)

Joe sat alone drinking old Cognac, his briefcase handcuffed to his hand. He played a few hands of poker, and won against some newbies thinking they could swindle a middle aged guy. He laughed a little as he finished his drink. He thought about what the next order of business was. He decided that for now he had to improve his ultimate bluff; his flare gun. Everyone believed it when a Texan claimed his flare gun with some tinfoil on it was real gun. People fucked off easily. He stood up and hummed to himself. The bartender did not give out hot meals so he had no tinfoil. Ugh.

Thus his steps of descent began he had to go to the food court, get a hamburger or something. When he finally got there, he would have his signature smile on, and go to the nearest fast-food type joint, and order a burger.

🅸 🆁🅴🅼🅰🅸🅽 (Horror/High Casual)

High casual = how many minimum paragraphs? I may be able to post now, otherwise tomorrow morning. @Mr Allen J