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Warhammer 40,000 - The Schism of Man [30K Heresy-Era Retelling]

To answer an already-answered question of loyalties, the Zodiac Guard shall be Imperium-aligned. And psychic. Did I mention psychic? I'm sure I did.

Warhammer 40,000 - The Schism of Man [30K Heresy-Era Retelling]

Actually, I do have a good idea. The Grim Crusade had the Ronin and consequent Zodiac Guard; logically, then, my psyker Legion should be based around the Zodiac. This is a completely sensible idea.

Warhammer 40,000 - The Schism of Man [30K Heresy-Era Retelling]

I am here, and I am going to think about what options could be utilised. Maybe something Nurgle-based... or a Loyalist psyker Legion, perhaps.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Wraithblade6 Well, I'm not gonna stop you. In-thread, or via PMs?

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Looks like I'm the last one to post in this first run of posts. And what do you know, Lucius is in no reasonable position to get to the Space Hulk in short order. That said, I'll admit I'm running a bit dry on ideas for how to resolve that problem, which I'll need to talk about with @Jbcool to resolve, so if you guys could hold on a short while, I'd appreciate it.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: PRT Headquarters

'Yes, I did. Please follow me.' She was being unusually formal with Dean, she was well aware, but she'd need formality for a decision like this. And, well... it helped her to keep her composure. She turned and began to walk, moving for about a minute before dipping into the nearest empty conference room, her fellow Ward in tow. Once in, she closed the door behind them, then took a seat at the table and motioned for Dean to sit by her.

'So, Dean,' she began calmly, reminding herself to be objective about her fellow team members for this explanation, 'I've brought you in here to discuss a few things in private, before any official announcements are made. Long story short, yes, I'm considering you for the role of second-in-command within the Wards. Of my other options,' she continued, counting each one off on her fingers, 'Evelyn's ability seems very strong, but she's untested, she lacks field experience as it were; Elliot's power is also useful, but not enough to counteract a general tendency towards brashness that would hinder tactical thinking; and Ira, whilst great for preparation, is not helpful in an immediate situation beyond any devices she's created for herself and the team. I'm not going to pretend you're a perfect fit either, Dean- amongst other things, you're a bit reckless with how you approach situations at times, and we'll need to sort that out at some point- but your power is generally helpful in a combat situation, and you are behind me the most experienced of the group by far. That is, of course, extremely valuable, it means we can discuss strategies with similar levels of expertise from different angles, bounce ideas off one another... assuming we don't discuss them as a full team, of course.

'Realistically, all I need from you is an agreement to take the position, and the decision is as good as made,' she concluded with a small smile. 'And of course, if there's anything else you want to say about yourself or any of the other Wards as far as suitability goes, good or bad, now's the time.' She'd of course stop him if he started going on unnecessary rants about how he'd always secretly hated one or more of thir fellow team members, but any additional information she could get was vital for gauging how to arrange the team's activities.

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Raymond Haywood: Highway Robbery

'I noticed,' Headhunter stated quietly. Frankly, none of the positions were brilliant, in his mind. Far, far too close to the target for him to be comfortable with, and getting up close and personal was exactly why Chatterbox now had his hands on his FN P90 and some of its ammunition, with the promise that it wouldn't be broken or otherwise lost. He reminded himself that other snipers would need relatively little range to remain accurate... and, on the off-chance that his aim would somehow be misdirected, it'd be immensely helpful for him to shoot from that short a distance, given that he was much more likely to hit a vehicle moving at seventy miles an hour from a hundred meters away than from a thousand.

Either way, Love Craft wasn't wrong, per se. The nearest hill would be a good vantage point, and it'd make a harsh climb up for anybody attempting to reach him... and at the same time prove useless against a flying foe. Still better than nothing, and he did have a good weapon to deal with something like that, but even so. He'd need to be quick on the trigger if he noticed a flying Cape; they'd almost certainly be fast enough or have enough range to take him out within seconds if they realised he was there... though ideally, he'd take them out first, and long before they figured out where he was.

Speaking of Capes, Love Craft was flirting with him again. And asking questions about placement, as well. There were plenty of placement options, clearly. Were any of them any good? Possibly not, at least as far as cover went. Maybe one of the hills on the Western side of the road? There might be trees they could hide behind... he wasn't sure at a glance. He'd need to scout the area more effectively, and he didn't really have time for that if he wanted to set up properly.

'I'll let you sort yourself out,' he stated vaguely. 'If anybody needs me, I'll be on that hill.' He promptly began striding toward his chosen sniping spot, already laying out in his mind the sort of position he'd need, the elevation and wind speed and countless other variables, as if on autopilot.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@POOHEAD189 No, yeah, definitely continue the PMs. That was the idea. Nothing's stopping you from continuing on with the thread, too, at that, though if Nuva not doing stuff immediately would hinder it that badly...

Municipal Darwinism: A Traction Cities NRP (Open and Accepting!)

@twannyman The game is based off of the Predator Cities quartet, which as I've said earlier is a fantastic book series which I highly encourage you to read. Unfortunately, it looks like Pentagon's not been on the site for more than a fortnight, so I can't imagine this game will actually get off the ground. Just so you know.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Hank It looks good to me, at any rate. She's got a good, large, set of equipment. More than Lucius currently has, anyway.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: Streets of Denver --> PRT Headquarters

Maybe it was the shock of seeing Sonar- anybody, really- so badly injured, but everything seemed to happen in mere seconds. Sonar injured on the street. EMTs coming to take him to medical care. The Wards gathered into the conference room, Alessa shivering for some reason, the Director discussing his upset with Sonar, and so removing him from the team. The revelation that Sonar- Collin, only fifteen years old- would likely never recover - his helmet was almost certainly irreparably damaged, leaving him in a coma at best, or as a madman at worst. A swift death might almost be the more merciful option.

It was as the Director said, much as she hated to consider it so: seven hostages saved today wasn't worth the potential lives saved in the future where Sonar continued to lead the Wards. They'd messed up, and the very thought that they'd failed- that she had failed, and in doing so cost a dear ally their future- was beyond upsetting. Digging her nails into her hands helped distract her from the idea of curling up into a ball and weeping, and helped her focus enough to hear Directors Kens' announcement that, as of Sonar's untimely removal from the Wards, she was now their leader. She would handle the other Wards, including training and patrol schedules; she would lead in the absence of a senior Protectorate hero; she would report to Inkscape and the Director. And, most importantly, she would need to decide upon her second, by tomorrow.

She began to consider her options almost immediately, looking down the table at the people who were now officially her subordinates. From the offset, she was forced to disregard Tulpa, for valuable as she surely was, she was almost literally brand new with regards to heroism, or at least as far as being a member of the Wards. It'd be disingenuous to the other members of her team, should she declare an untested asset as her second, only for them to turn out to be less competent than believed. This was only confirmed with Lyn's angry glare at the Director, followed by her swiftly stalking out of the room. A cool head was needed for this sort of thing; for that same reason, Margrave's ostentatious nature and tendency to act before thinking, including his own swift transition out of the meeting, put him out of the running for second too. That left two options, Dean and Ira, and of those, Ira's nature as a Tinker was the less useful in a pinch, she was less experienced and less skilled in combat, she was physically less fit. Realistically, though, the experience alone would likely have swayed Alessa: if she needed to bounce ideas off of just one person, it'd end up being Dean almost consistently.

Dean it was, then. She could report to the Director the next morning. By the end of the night, however, she'd need to announce that to all the other Wards, and ideally make sure everybody was happy with the decision, or at least knew why they hadn't been picked for the role. In fact, she'd need to make sure Dean himself was okay with being the second-in-command, since the last thing the Wards needed was conflict between its most senior members, especially after today's events... and oh good, what a way to slam herself back into the reality of the situation, which was that a valuable member of society and acquaintance was as good as dead. Shit. Shit.

'I think it's fair to say the situation has been summed up,' she muttered into the room after a moment of contemplation. 'I'll need to speak with you all later on about who'll end up as my second, Wards. We’ll meet in the Ward’s common room in a couple of hours; if somebody could find and tell Tulpa, that’d be fantastic. And I’ll come to you with my decision tomorrow, Director Kens. Until then,' she concluded, standing from her chair and exiting the room; far from heading off to do her own thing, though, she instead leant against the wall next to the conference room’s door. She’d wait until Dean walked out, get him to walk and talk with her, and discuss his probable new position somewhere private. And, of course, hope he didn’t reject the proposal out of hand. Not that she expected him to, but the chance existed nonetheless.

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