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

@Necroes@DepressedSoviet And besides, I'd say Joran is more of a Mauve Shirt. Y'know, he's got character, he's got backstory, he's not just some mook to kill off (though he could still be killed off easily of course). As for scale, the great thing about a Preceptory of Sisters is that they can be taken apart piecemeal if they don't all stick together when wandering the Hulk, which since it's flooded with Genestealers and Eldar and other evil beasties could happen quite handily if it's appropriate.

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

@Necroes I'm sorry to tell you this, but in a game with ten players, one player who's able to command hundreds is too powerful, especially when those hundreds are daemons with supernatural physiques and abilities. To wit, Lucius did bring with him large quantities of cultists that are technically "under his command", but notice how he's separated himself from them on purpose, and that they are about as weak as cultists tend to be save for their horde mentality. I'm thinking the next time we see them, they'll have been whittled down to the last few who are actually good at fending for themselves and have consequently earned gifts of Chaos, or worse have fallen under the spell of, say, that one Emperor's Children Marine Jb is touting as a major foe.

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

@Jbcool Yeah, it may be just a few too many daemons. As for me, I'm doing a collab with Soph, so that'll be posted as and when it's done. And if you want to bring Spehss Mehreens in at some point, make them Dark Angels. There are two Fallen on the Hulk, after all.

The Texanis 63rd: A Humorous 40K RP

@Jbcool Just making sure Virgil knows as a result of me metagaming the knowledge for him. But yeah, that's cool.

The Texanis 63rd: A Humorous 40K RP

@Lady Selune That's alright. Bruised hands make not for good typing.

@Jbcool Good post. As far as Virgil's confusion goes, Guardsmen aren't enlisted to know stuff about their enemies, other than where to shoot them to kill them. I think that's true, anyway. I might be wrong. I'm pretty sure leniency in any form isn't something Commissars like risking, regardless. Dale sure doesn't. Ahohoho.

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

@Necroes@Wraithblade6 Eleven bolters, is more like it.

The Ardent Progeny - A Shadowhunters RP

@Keksalot Well, I can't say I know much about Cossack history, but if you can keep it reasonably accurate, then I don't see why you couldn't play as a significant military leader from that time period. As far as Daywalking goes, however, I'm going to say "no" to other alterations along those lines - becoming a Daywalker is specifically a counter to a common vampiric weakness, whereas "drinking warlock blood to gain the ability to use magic" has no particular basis in, well, any media I know of.

The Ardent Progeny - A Shadowhunters RP

@Keksalot That sounds very much like a guy intent on committing war crimes which, I am almost positive, would warrant a breach of Covenant Law, if not before then almost certainly in the modern era. I love it. Just keep in mind that metal, glass and cloth does not prevent sun death for vampires, said Covenant breaches would almost certainly make him an enemy of basically everybody else I may have misread "can kill anybody not under the Law's protection" as "can kill literally anybody without himself breaking the Law", my mistake... and that having more strength does not mean you are impossible to hinder, only that said hindrances need to be greater in order to stack beyond a weaker person's hindrance capacity. In other words, loads and loads of armour will probably make him comparatively slower and less able to strike than an unrestrained vampire. Just so you know.

Also, how old are you thinking? Vampires did not exist before 1444 A.D., meaning the absolute maximum time somebody could have been a vampire as of 2010 is 566 years (not including years lived as a human before Vlad III's mass sacrifice), and most vampires created around that time have long since died. Considering that vampires become stronger as they age, with no officially-stated limit, I'm going to say the maximum age for any vampire is 250-300 years.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: PRT Headquarters

Alessa couldn't help but feel everyone's bad mood as she spoke. Elliot and Ira both seemed a bit put off by her as she spoke- and who could blame them, she realised, when she was talking like a business leader rather than a friend?- Tulpa was clearly brooding, and Dean's muttered insult toward Elliot hardly passed her by. A meaningful glance was shot at him, ideally as a reminder of his new position, before she took a deep breath, trying to put herself back into the more emotional state she and her companions would rather she be in.

'I'm, uh, sorry if I'm being a bit formal, at the moment, guys,' she offered, smiling as best she could. 'I think everyone's still trying to process... th-this wasn't anybody's fault, alright? We were blindsided, and I don't think any of us could have predicted what happened...'

And then a wave of emotion hit her like a punch to the heart, and she keeled forward a little bit as her face twisted and tears threatened to flood her eyes, the weight of the day's events reaching her all over again. That, she figured through the emotion, was probably why she was trying to remain formal. For a moment, all she could utter was 'Oh God' through her hands at the surge of horror. Collin was practically dead. For all the good it did, he was dead. Was this the after-effect of shock? She didn't know, she wasn't medically trained. Maybe if she was, maybe if...

'I-I'm sorry,' she got out, sitting up straight again and blinking back the tears. 'I'm okay. I'm okay.'

She was not okay. Her vision blurred all over again.

'I'm not okay. None of this is okay. I shouldn't be in this chair, I sh-should be next to him, I- I shouldn't- I shouldn't-'

Alessa forced herself to hunch over and gulp down air just to stop herself from breaking down entirely. The half-sobs degraded into mere shuddering breaths, and she closed her eyes to breathe more deeply, to compose herself, to make sure she could continue without further upsetting anybody else. That would simply be too much, if she was responsible for somebody else's collapse into as much of a mess as she felt.

'...yeah. Yeah, that... yeah,' she stated, wiping her eyes and trying not to break down again, trying and failing to keep her voice level. 'Alright, let's, um... as-as Dean said, Elliot could potentially hold anything we're not using, particularly Ira's gadgets... uh, Ira-' She gestured toward the sixteen-year-old. 'I'll be happy t-to compare and contrast, if you could s-set everything up... please...' Having said that, Alessa created a thin beam of red light from her finger, about the brightness of a laser pointer, and certainly not powerful enough to damage anything, though as with the usual warnings she aimed it down at the table rather than towards anyone's face.

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Raymond Haywood: Highway Robbery

Well, that went swimmingly. Who knew shooting out the engines of vehicles moving at 60 or 70 miles an hour could cause a major traffic incident? Apparently, nobody in the Jacks, himself included, and what a fool he was to forget that that could be an option. At least for the time being, however, no Capes had emerged from the wrecked vehicles. But, that aside, it was time to move downhill. He put the safety back on the IWS, reholstered it in the sheath on his back, and began his slide down the hill to his M16. Once there, he grabbed the weapon, returned to a suitable firing position, and scoped in, the world going silent again as he did so.

Arsenal is giving large quantities of cover fire. Love Craft is tanking a lot of hits. Sofia has moved back over to Chatterbox. Good thing about perfect aim: no possibility of taking a lethal shot with regular bullets.

Possible options: man in open, man behind median. Two men in cover, will target them in a moment. Target man behind median first. Best option to disable firing ability: elbow, right arm. Clip the bones and ligaments in that area, fracture bones and tear ligaments without damaging major blood vessels, avoid hitting center of mass. Shoot.

Next, man in open. Again, target the elbow of the right arm. Clip bones and ligaments, fracture bones and destroy ligaments without major blood vessel damage, avoid center of mass. Shoot.

And at this point, a second after firing the second shot from his weapon, he scoped out to regain hearing and glance around, just to make sure nobody was nearby. Besides, attempting to target the men in cover immediately would likely produce suboptimal results, namely possible bone damage and a bullet that would take at least a minute to strike. He'd wait until they were out of cover before disabling their firing ability. As for the other two, well, every trained person knew not to fire a gun one-handed, especially not an automatic weapon.

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

@Sophrus No, no, we'll do it over PMs. That lets us look over the logs in the format we want to look them over in, in particular the colours used to distinguish your portions of writing from mine.