AtomicNut

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

@GhostReaper I thought we discussed playing an assassin like this: running around stabing people and throwing a knife, and we decided that this wasn't how he was going to be played..?

@Partisan

Besides... knife throwing, if it's the same as shuriken throwing... it's A DISTRACTION TO FLEE rather than to kill.

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

@GhostReaperUnless both characters are perfectly aligned, the worst the knife would do is hitting Ash armor or zipping past by.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

She's adorabs.

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Er... no offense but I don't see both of the posts happening at once@RPforthatPR If Ash attacks the guy, there's no way amber could've fought him that long... Shit got confusing.

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Ash barely had time to react when all subtlety was thrown out because some comment out of Gregar's "brother". Ash didn't know who he was, but he probably was high ranked, had a frail health, and above all, he didn't read the situation at all. Yet Ash knew well, the situation was beyond mere words. People were already drawing blades and killing eachother, and the Oakheart was rallying the troops against the ambush. There was no turning back, and he had to pick a side.

I hate fighting for free. He scoffed as he quickly drew his sword and scanned the surroundings. Hamstring had attacked Gregar, no doubt wanting to sever his tendons of arms and legs, Ladykiller was already running upstairs, impeded somewhat by Gregar's brother. And the Hillman Weasel had the sights on the ill man and the other woman whom he guessed was a noblewoman of sorts.

My, Weasel, aiming for women and cripples? You never change. Ash muttered to himself as he reached after the man. You're distracted, with your back at me. You're also important. You're mine. The Knightslayer launched himself, but not with the sword. He used his leg to deliver a hard blow to the back of the knee of the Hillman.

No matter the armor, joints are always weak points. Bend thy knee! Ash thought to himself as he used all his sword arm might in a decapitating stroke aimed at Weasel's head from behind. Swift, brutal, and dreadful. Just like during the war.

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Brier looked twice at the upcoming man. And Joakim. Who yelled her to get in a room. Ruckus from downstairs confirmed that indeed, this place was under attack. Looking at Mir, she quickly proceed to shut herself in a room. Normally, she would be scared. But after the Blackwood incident, she hadn't caught a break exactly.

I must move on Brier shook her head. Times for lamentations were over. She drew her dagger and awaited for the ruckus to subside to open the door. She could help Mir and Greg. But first, she needed to talk to them to get a few ingredients.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

An OOC warning for something I should have "known better" would have been appreciated, but, naw, just take my character's most prized possessions and bunny him into being unable to retailiate.

@Dead Cruiser

Nanomachine blades aren't really safety compliant. What if you gouged someone's eye out by accident?

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

(I've got GM Permission for this post)

Sigma let go of the tools with a loud clank, tears rolling down the face once again. She heard the fatidical sentence. "You're dismissed." She felt like that was a waking up slap, as she slowly turned her face to the madness for the last time. "Yes...yessir." She then started walking towards the door, closing her eyes at intervals. For her, it was over, but not for Ian. She gritted her teeth as she uttered a last sentence. "I'm sorry about my ineptitude...I'll improve." She spat the words, almost as if droning. Words that had been once so common, when countless time she had been flung like a ragdoll in the hands of her trainer. Battered, bruised, at times wishing to die. But that never happened. All veterans, they all are the same. She thought with bitterness. What kind of people had been those two before the war? She bitterly wondered as she kept walking.

She looked terrible, tears rolling down her cheeks, bloodstains in her face, hair and clothes. Her panties were soiled as well, and she walked like if she wasn't even there, with a slow, zombie-like gait. And then a figure interrupted her slow walk towards her living quarters.

Lieutenant Ritsu. She was staring at her. And dear god. She was staring at her with sad eyes. Her sight made contact for only a brief second, but Sigma flinched. That sentiment of pity was just as bad as Lorenzo's torture had been now.

"I am sorry for what you have to see and endure, Pilot." The Lieutenant said curtly, and then she handed a small box to Sigma, which she took in her hands, with a rather confused expression. "It's a gift as your promotion to Squad Leader." The Lieutenant said. "It's a specialized stungun and a tazer." Sigma looked briefly at the contents of the case, and then closed it. She shook her head. She really wanted to call it a day, and cry herself in her sleep.

But there's still more to do, Sigma. Millions of lives. Remember that. She steeled herself somewhat, as she bowed in thanks, and gripped the case tightly. She began to walk towards her dressing room. She couldn't possibly discipline people looking like that.

"Come talk to me once you're clean and you finish your tasks." The woman finally added, as she looked at Sigma before walking away, to be left at her own devices.

Sigma wanted to say something, but words didn't come out. She then bit her lip. First, dressing room. Then briefing her squad.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

+10 Renegade points.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

Sigma couldn't control her tears. They were running down unchecked through her cheeks. And yet, she didn't avert her gaze even once. Half because the grotesque hellish scene had her frozen in place. Ian's rictus of agony and screams were flailing her soul numb and making even breathing without hiccups difficult. She felt like passing out just for what was watching. She could feel how her panties had been soiled from before, and her heart as if she was about to burst out of her chest.

And yet...she was gritting her teeth. Clenching her fists, trying to muster whatever willpower had left. No. Turning. Back. She kept mentally reassuring herself as she watched through the ordeal.

And then... a reprieve. Sigma eyed cautiously Lorenzo while he commanded Cedric to stop. And then he spoke. He spoke of her hurting Ian. Sigma felt like breaking down. But she didn't. She got up sluggilish, and wiped her tears with her sleeve. She thought of what was at stake. Why they were doing this. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She wished this was all a nightmare, that this was a cruel play of a Psychopath.

But Lorenzo wasn't any of that. Unfortunately. They had turned him into that. And the culprits were the Cruxi. She grabbed the tools shakily at first, then gritted her teeth. She wasn't crying anymore. She couldn't cry anymore.

"Millions of lives." Sigma said, with the tools on her hand as she advanced towards the Cruxi. Fighting against her instict to flee, each step like enduring a punch in her face. "Millions, of fucking human lives." She kept saying as she grabbed the fork and in a bout of courage and anger, furiously stabbed Ian's eye.

"MILLIONS OF LIVES ARE EXTINGUISHED AS WE ARE PLAYING MEDIEVAL INQUISITION, IAN." Sigma finally spat, her voice having turned in a growl. "I don't care who you are. Or how brave you are. If humanity's survival demands that you have to be broken down, that I have to endure this... It will be done. " She added as she plucked the spherical eyeball of ian, with a sharp tug and twist and almost gagging waved it in front of the cruxi's mouth while she eyed Lorenzo.

"Next. The toes." She growled, snapping the pliers.

End of Days RP (EoD - Mass Effect/Evangelion Inspired)

It's...plain. Lacks substance.