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Shadow of the Imperium – W40k Inquisition RP (OOC UP)

@ClocktowerEchos I am beginning to realise how strict you're being about character creation, which has me worrying slightly about whether my idea is acceptable. So, it bears asking before I actually do anything else: what's a reasonable age for an Acolyte, or more specifically a proto-Acolyte? Because my plan was to have my Blank be about thirteen years old, having been next to the Inquisitor as a psyker blocker and firefight backup from about the age of seven, but showing enough maturity (more accurately, a lack of stupidity due to lack of emotion) and general ability over time to start being considered for the position of Acolyte, though not ascended to the role proper yet. If that's not acceptable as far as age goes - keeping in mind that he'd act rather older than his years, through a combination of emotionlessness and general awareness of how the Imperium's foes would turn the galaxy into a cesspool of heresy - then I can have him be older than that as needed.

Hellscapers! [PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS ACCEPTING EXCEPT WHEN WE HAVE TEN PEOPLE (WE DON'T)!]

Soon enough, everybody else turned up at the appropriate place at the appropriate time, including the hot as hell lizard lady they'd come to retrieve from the prison. Her wink in Deprave's direction did not escape his notice, and he grinned back at her whilst raising his eyebrows in her direction. She'd be a real priority when the time came to seduce some bitches, all things considered. In short order after that, their transport turned up, a fuckhuge RV driven by rabbit lady who was all trenchcoat and torn-up skin. Weaver, he believed she was called: quite attractive in her own right, and certainly readily ogled, but she was already snarking off at everybody. Exactly the sort of person he loved breaking down into tiny little pieces, in every way... but alas, he was once again reminded of his need to not do that, not least because she was driving them where they needed to go.

Speaking of which, time to hop in (ahaha, bunny puns). He climbed into the van behind Old N, Glug still draped over his shoulder like a retarded, drugged-out, dickless ragdoll, only for the bunnygirl to tell him he'd be kicked out if he got blood on any of the couches. 'Yeah, good luck getting me out even if I do,' he retorted almost immediately. 'Beside, if anybody's gonna get blood everywhere, it's gonna be this guy Flag right here.' That said, he promptly dropped Plug on to the nearest flat surface, then moved forward so he could examine the rest of the van, coincidentally allowing the rest of the crew to get on behind him. And he'd admit, it was a very nice vehicle. Certainly, he'd long since gotten used to the incredible, albeit rather odd-looking opulences that the modern day held compared to when he'd been alive so many thousands of years ago. Especially the beds, made of so much softness he could weep at the sight. And just his size, too! He promptly leapt on to the one that... fffeeeemale Jonathan... had not yet claimed for himself... er, herself... and lay back upon it, his width covering pretty much the whole thing, marvelling once more at how far the world had advanced since his time. Amazing stuff. And he was sure the alcohol would be much-appreciated by all and sundry too.

Shadow of the Imperium – W40k Inquisition RP (OOC UP)

@Keksalot There are ways and ways of minimising the aura of "reality itself wants to kill you" a Pariah emits. And you missed the sarcasm in my post, by the way.

Shadow of the Imperium – W40k Inquisition RP (OOC UP)

@Keksalot Oh, your character and mine are going to get along just swimmingly.

Shadow of the Imperium – W40k Inquisition RP (OOC UP)

@ClocktowerEchos I'm almost tempted to argue that Beastmen are less likely to be in the Inquisition than Felinids, just because in present canon (if they still exist at all) Beastmen are not utilised by Imperial forces for being seen as mutants, and so most of them are more likely to serve Chaos if anybody. That said, Squats don't exist anymore have never existed what is a Squat what are those, and Felinids originate from a single planet with no given appearance, and really none of that affects me in the first place, so either way.

Having said all that, prepare for a Blank. At some point.

Shadow of the Imperium – W40k Inquisition RP (OOC UP)

This game interests me, but I have a couple of things to point out.

1. To the best of my knowledge, WH40K fans are generally better about "hybrid OCs" than a lot of other fandoms. I've never seen, well, any human mutant hybrid in any 40K RPs I've participated in, and I do wonder if banning all abhuman races is a smart move considering this relative sensibility. Then again, there's not many Ogryns likely to qualify for Inquisitorial duties, but psykers are technically mutants despite being physically normal humans otherwise, so I'm not sure how they'll be handled.

2. Following the above technicality, Blanks are also physically normal humans. Soooooo...?

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@Darkraven Well, you're welcome to continue her conversation with Settionne if nothing else presents itself. And I mean, we are talking dragon-slaying, so the input of a well-trained knight might be reasonably useful.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Settionne hummed to himself in thought as he re-tightened the straps on Jezebeth's right arm, then knelt back down to deal with the lower body pieces of her armour. His speech had apparently enthralled her so far- and her figure was about as enthralling to him- but how to answer that sort of question without seeming insensitive? What did one do to earn the wrath of every single deity known to man, and every other race besides?

'I cannot think what sort of abominable act would deserve such punishment,' he started slowly, 'though if one were to summon a powerful demon... no, no, that sort of person would already be unlikely to try and speak to the gods, surely... ah, actually, a thought comes to mind.' A rather genius idea, actually, if he said so himself, that was sure to soothe her personal issues somewhat. Perhaps Fineki's charm had been gifted to him after all.

'You must understand, my lady, that most people are not in fact granted so much as a word with the gods they worship. Even the most devout priests of some deities are rarely granted interaction with them; why, I myself was just yesterday granted a minor miracle that I'm sure I would never have been so much as considered for under normal circumstances.' And in truth, it was somewhat of a miracle that it had worked at all, let alone managing to trick both Princess Vanya and Alice as intended. 'Perhaps, then, such is the case for you: they may hear your prayers, but as is often true of deities do not respond... at least not directly. It could be that rather than directly assisting you, they have guided you on your path in ways that have not been obvious, such that it has seemed they've done nothing at all? "If you do things right," as they say...'

And that, he admitted, was a little bit of a risky reference to one of Fineki's mottos, or at least the cult Sett was part of, specifically relating to theft of goods and how one needed subtlety for such acts. He figured throwing the slogans in every once in a while would not seem disingenuous, especially if the listeners did not know the source of such. Speaking of listening, he'd kept half an ear open to the conversation about the dragon in the background whilst finishing the attachment of Lady Jezebeth's armour to her figure; by this point, they were discussing the pros and cons of trying to talk it down via some form of arcane-natural ritual, allowing them to avoid being in its presence proper during such a chat.

'Now, if nobody minds me giving my tuppence's worth,' he said, loudly enough for the other debaters to consider, 'it bears mentioning that most Dragons are far more powerful than most other... well, anything. They're not quite on the same scale of threat as Dark Elves, so to speak, and we'd probably all die if we got into a fight with it. I also seem to recall somebody saying that this is unusual behaviour for Dragons, so perhaps it has its own problems that we might be requested to deal with if we just try to talk to it about what those might be.

'However, the point is somewhat moot for the time being,' he continued boldly, now trying to get the attention of the Wood Elves specifically for what he had to say, 'since it sounds rather like the timing of such an endeavour is not particularly limited, whereas our royally-ordained quest very much is, as, ah... as my good friend over there-' He gestured toward An-Hasst as he talked, not entirely sure of the Skaylay's name and not wanting to admit that. '-has already pointed out. Granted, we don't know the timings involved in said quest, but rest assured that failure to complete it would have dire consequences for our world! So, it may be more sensible to try and assist with the issue of Dragons and other monsters after halting whatever plans the Dark Elves have in mind, no?'

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The Texanis 63rd: A Humorous 40K RP

'Now hang on one gosh-darn minute, sir! Y'all're tellin' me the regiment I'm bein' posted with is green?'

'Rookies, yes. Most shortly out of training, though ideally not so incompetent. It's poetic, if you will.'

'With all due respect, I have ta question the logic in that. Ya think maybe they ain't learned the 'ppropriate respect fer any Commissar yet, never mind a Junior lacking the relevant Dimmacu- Dimmadarn... the relevant execution powers? Uh, sir.'

'Dale, they're Texan. They don't like non-Texan Commissars, they're worse than the Catachans in that respect. You, hailing from their home planet, ought to ensure they're a bit more cool-headed. Besides, the good things I've heard about you make it seem like this is a more than appropriate test for your skills... or was the Commissar-General wrong to uplift you to Junior Commissar?'

'Nope, not at all, sir, I'll tackle these folks head-on and make Dimmadamned sure they stay in line. An' that's a Dimmadome promise, so you can count on it, sir!'

'I hope so. Oh, and speaking of Dimmacution powers... son of a bitch, now you've got me doing it... click "I, Commissar Julian Jackson, do hereby bestow upon Junior Commissar Dale Dimmadome permission to, within reason, execute those members of the squadron he is presently attached to within the Texanis 63rd Regiment, until such time as these permissions are revoked or otherwise updated, as follows: any attached psykers that show signs of Warp taint or possession; any member of the squadron that assaults, attacks, or otherwise attempts to murder the aforementioned Junior Commissar, should said squadron member pose an immediate threat to his life." click Anything else- ANYTHING else- and you come talk to me or the next nearest Commissar about it.'

'Even if the squadron set traps, sir?'

'Even then.'

'Even if the trap kills me, sir?'

'ESPECIALLY then. I trust, of course, that your judgement in this matter is relatively sound, and that your squadron isn't fool enough to target you directly.'

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And so it went that Dale had introduced himself to the squadron, Lieutenant- Louise, rather- Alexis Williams in particular, and made it quite clear that messing with him was the equivalent of messing with any full-blown Commissar, regardless of his own Dimmability to execute them for a perceived slight or failure to remain perfectly motivated to fight the foe, but that as a Commissar of sorts in his own right he'd prefer to lead by example. Time passed after that, and now here they were, just beginning to board the ship that would take them to...

'Any of y’all know what the fuck a ‘Damocles,’ is?'

Ah, yes, the Damocles Crusade, and the Tau that came with it. He huffed lightly to himself as... what was it, Clayton? Cowboy Clayton began rambling on about spoiling for a fight with the aliens, and how they were snooty sons of bitches and talked fancier than he liked, and whilst that was true, it greatly underestimated the threat that a full detachment of Tau Fire Warriors represented. Clayton was certainly heroic, or at least dumb enough to not know what fear was, but that was in Dale's mind the only good trait he'd displayed right about now. And they weren't even dead-set on taking the planet, few as their number were; the incumbent Chaos infection posed more of a threat to his homeworld than the Tau ever could, frankly speaking, and he wasn't sure why Texanis hadn't been purged of said infection a long time ago.

'Ma'am, I believe that refers to the Damocles Gulf in the Lithesh Sector, Ultima Segmentum, on the Eastern Fringe,' Dale offered the Louise, a somewhat serious tone in his voice. 'It contains a series of worlds belonging to the Tau Empire, blue-skinned bastards that they are, and it is of vital importance that we cleanse the alien contamination before it has the opportunity ta corrupt our men inta workin' fer 'em. If I'm not mistaken, they already got to some humans a while back... I trust I won't need to deal with anyone fallin' prey to their lies in THIS squad, of course,' he finished, raising his voice to address everybody else in the squad as well, whether or not they understood what he was talking about. Though on the other hand, righteously xenophobic as Texanis was, there was always the possibility of failure to uphold the God-Emperor's ideals no matter what planet a regiment was drawn from. That was why he was there, however, and in truth, if they failed, it was equally his failure at the end of the day.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Raymond Haywood: Highway Robbery

The revelation that not one, but two Protectorate Capes were guarding their target was somewhat annoying. Raymond generally preferred to do his own research on his targets before taking them out, which he'd clearly lacked the time to do in this situation, and he generally preferred it to be accurate. Still, he wasn't exactly perfect in that regard either: he'd gotten some research avoidably wrong before, and nearly been outed as a parahuman as a result. And this was a much less severe error, or so it seemed, so one could forgive the Broker for his failure in this case.

Regardless, it seemed a point had to be made about whether the team went through with the mission, or whether they didn't, and apparently both Arsenal and Chatterbox were willing to take the gamble (har de har har) that their original plan would still work out. Non-lethal methods of defense were most likely, and they reckoned Love Craft could handle the issue until Chatterbox managed to calm the targets down and keep them from pursuing the group. Which left Headhunter to disable the vehicles.

The first step of the plan was leaving his M16A4 in a location other than his initial sniping point. In his case, he'd placed it about halfway down the hill he would initially start at the top of, such that he could slide down to it once the initial job was done, and so avoid notice if somebody happened to be smart enough to figure out where he had initially set up and started shooting from, and in turn allowing him to kneecap or otherwise disable his targets in ways that did not involve enough force to mulch their upper bodies. That said, the Steyr IWS 200 would be the weapon he used to do the vehicle disabling: by shooting out the engines of each truck in the convoy, they could be forced to roll to a stop in a way that would be relatively non-harmful for the occupants of the vehicles, as was desired by Broker.

And right on cue, Chatterbox asked Headhunter to shoot the vehicles so that they would roll to a stop in line with their car, to allow it to be used for cover. If Sofia ignored the wheels of the vehicles into the ground, as discussed, that would be right in front of the car; if not, it'd be a fair distance in front of the car instead. 'Copy that, Chatterbox,' he responded, his own bluetooth still on just to hear what the others were proposing. 'Sofia, you need to make your mind up quickly, because what you do decides when I shoot out the engines.' In truth, he had already decided that short of any response, he'd shoot the engines out a bit closer to the car than they might expect - knowing human psychology, the drivers of each truck would likely brake comparatively quickly, bringing the convoy to a halt faster than perhaps the others would plan for. Assuming, of course, he could take out all three vehicles quickly, because if he was slow on the first, the other two might accelerate away further than was sensible to allow. But he had time to prepare for either eventuality, at least.

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