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

@Bright_Ops@DepressedSoviet@Hank Are you guys still in this? It seems to me like none of you have posted for ages, and since Xepherial actually decided to split from your group, it's perhaps an idea to get posting soonish.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

@jbeil It's all good. Real life takes priority over the internet, after all. Unless, for example, your job is the internet, it occurs to me; then at least those two aspects are one and the same.

The Ardent Progeny - A Shadowhunters RP (Pre-Game Sign-Ups)

@Rockette Well, for starters, that is the purplest prose I have ever read in a character sheet. Which isn't bad, just a bit confusing to get through... to wit, though, the biggest issue I can see is that you have made a fair few SPAG errors, as you've acknowledged, namely using "bourne" instead of "born" multiple times in reference to children being born.

That said, I just need to clarify: Nyx and Nox were born Shadowhunters, were they not? Because the way you've written their sheets almost makes it sound like they were inducted from a mundane family. Either way, I might suggest making that point a bit clearer; and if they are born Shadowhunters- and I forgot to bring this up earlier, for which I apologise- it bears mentioning that traditionally, most Shadowhunter surnames are compounds of two words that reflect an aspect of the family or original bearer of the name, e.g. Light-wood, Love-lace, True-blood, and so on. Bukater is fine as a surname, especially if it is compound, but it's just worth noting that a compound surname is more likely for Shadowhunter families.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: PRT Headquarters

The sensation of becoming... detached, was the word, from her power was unsettling, to say the least. Suddenly, she was a normal person, without abilities and without respite against the other supers of the world... or so she felt, anyway. If Ira could rework the effect, perhaps make a smaller version of the device to use on any given individual, it would give the local PRT a huge advantage - just stick it on the target, and they're immediately at your mercy. Though sticking it on the target may be easier said than done. Even so, she was much relieved at the return of her abilities, albeit still sniffling after her earlier outburst.

And then Tulpa spoke.

No. No, that wouldn't- surely that was-

But nothing in her mind suggested that nullifying his ability wouldn't be possible, if it was only Tinkers who weren't affected. And if that was the case, then he could be saved after all. They could save him. They, they could...

Not entirely sure what she was doing, Alessa stood from her place, slowly walked over to Ira, then grabbed her face and kissed her right on the lips, just briefly. When she pulled back, she had what felt like the biggest grin in the world on her face.

'Ira, you beautiful, beautiful woman,' she uttered quietly. 'And you, Tulpa...-' she started, stumbling slightly in her haste to reach the other woman and peck her on the cheek as well, because she'd had the idea in the first place, and she deserved... they...

'This is huge, this is so huge,' she continued, rambling somewhat in her excitement. 'We can save him... we can save Collin, Ira, we, we can... De- Decoy, do you hear that?!' she yelled at the ceiling. 'We can save him! We can sa- WE CAN SAVE... oh shit oh shit oh shit...'

She barely realised how quickly she was breathing until she'd made herself dizzy, and forced herself to slow down a bit. He wasn't doomed after all! He could be saved! This was great! This was the best possible thing! This... this called for a celebration, actually.

'Okay, okay, listen? Dinner and a date, everybody, on me, let's say tomorrow after training and stuff,' she kept going, because what better way to celebrate? Maybe a film? No, that'd take too long, but if they had to take time off then maybe... okay, yes, that worked. 'Ira, you work on that nullification field, make a version we can stick on a person, or like a long-lasting version of the briefcase, just something portable for Collin to have on him... this is... we can... we need to tell the director, we, oh my God...'

She decided she wasn't going to be able to focus enough to get anything else done that night. 'Okay, uh, meeting adjourned, somebody should, I should uh, I need to... uh, see you guys tomorrow.' And that said, she promptly ran from the meeting room, still calling to Decoy to see if he was listening, that Collin could be saved, they could save Collin, and for the love of God he needed to tell Director Kens about this, and where was the director when you needed him? She was crying again, but her spirit was jubilant, her good mood shining out for everybody to see. He could be saved.

He can be saved.

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

@Wraithblade6 Uh, alright, fair enough. I think the answer is "don't worry about it, they'll definitely meet up at some point". So, yeah, that's all well and good for the time being.

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

@Wraithblade6 Just to clarify, how many stories did Xepherial fall? Because it seems like it was a lot, like a lot-lot, since as a superhuman in power armour he managed to both knock himself unconscious and have a background spike pierce his power armour. Now, power armoured superhumans might be able to survive that, but without power armour, they probably wouldn't. Lucius knows this, and I'd assume that leaping into a who-knows-how-deep pit is a good way to commit suicide, even if you have superhuman strength.

Besides that, Ga'duk already went a different way from the pit. Unless I want to split Lucius off from Ga'duk, which I'd rather not considering they were already planned to join forces, I can't have Lucius follow Xepherial into the pit, and the doorway is sealed off by a sheet of plasteel and a horde of Genestealers, so I physically can't make Lucius drag Ga'duk back to that point either in a particularly timely fashion.

And finally, there's really nothing Lucius would add to Xepherial's arsenal to help protect him from Traitor Marines. He lacks power armour, and his only weapons are a sword and a knife - both Space Marine sized, true, but compared to a Techmarine in full power armour, it's not much of a match against any kitted-out CSM. Basically, just be patient about Lucius and Xepherial meeting up, and if you need other PCs to interact with, have him meet up with... Zuriel and Urgrugg, I think is the option here. Either way, Lucius and Xepherial isn't a thing that can logically happen at the present time.

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

@Wraithblade6 I mean, I'm sorry if I inadvertently shut your meeting attempt down, but Sophrus and I did already have Ga'duk and Lucius joining up with one another as a thing. And, well, falling at terminal velocity past somebody who's in the middle of a big crowd fight whilst in the middle of a mid-air fight yourself is hardly the most likely scenario for two people to meet in.

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

@Wraithblade6 If you read my post, you'll notice that the quake happens after Lucius is out of that hallway. The implication is that Lucius had left the area by the time the falling Space Marine and Broodlord showed up. Even if not, he might not notice either of them in the midst of a fight, even as a Space Marine. So.

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

As it happened, the creatures came from just about every possible direction. Both ends of the hallway, for starters; many emerged from the nearby vents, too; and a great number came crawling toward the group on the walls and ceiling, clearly intending to leap down on the soldiers from above the way the first had attempted to attack Lucius. Some even crawled out from a nearby pit that the Marine had previously not noticed.

That, however, was about as much info as he was able to glean before throwing himself into the fray, combat blades flashing as he cut down monster after monster. The first scratch to his stomach, barely evaded to prevent it becoming a lethal strike that spilled his guts, told Lucius enough about them: the claws of these things were sharp enough to claw open power armour with ease, never mind unarmoured flesh, and the xeno-things wielding them were as fast as lightning, as the next several injuries would further prove. About the time that one got a lucky strike off, tearing a trio of gashes down his left arm that quickly filled with coagulated blood, Lucius decided further fighting would be a worthless endeavour, one which would surely end his life for no good reason. As it happened, the combat let up for a short while just after that, giving Lucius a moment to assess the situation. The Ogryn was surprisingly competent, it seemedl the rest of his squadron, clearly, was not.

And passing through a nearby bulkhead doorway, some tiny thing was skittering, like one of the larger xenoforms in miniature. With an almost instinctive jolt, Lucius practically leapt toward the thing, passing through the open bulkhead door at nearly the same moment as the creature and tackling it to the ground, and then skewering it with his knife until it ceased to move, heedless of its pathetic attempts to defend itself... at least by comparison, for the scrapes on his chest hardly compared to the wounds on the rest of his body. The point of that, then, would be to stop whatever activities it had been engaging in, since such a small entity was surely not intended to be a combat form of the creatures... then again, he knew Orks sometimes used their Grots and Snotlings as cannon fodder, the latter mostly as ammunition, but were the two situations comparable? Not likely.

And that put Lucius in another hallway, with a cross junction not ten meters away and nothing living in sight. Perhaps it was better like that, and if the tiny fragment of battle memory that crossed his mind anew had anything to say... wait. Correction: somebody was screaming for their life. And if Lucius wandered up to the crossroads...

He found his minion, falling at the feet of another xeno lifeform and promptly being flipped on to his back, this one with tentacles in place of its mouth. The significance was irrelevant to Lucius, because how dare it threaten his peon? Only he was allowed to do that! The calculations for how to throw his shorter weapon took perhaps half a second, and the throw itself reached the alien just as it began to lean down toward the cultist - perhaps in preparation to suck his brain from his skull, or perhaps for another purpose, but now only to have half its face severed along with its neck, blood spewing from the stump as the body slumped to the ground. Lucius ignored the cultist's subsequent struggles to free himself from beneath the creature's corpse, passing by the man to retrieve the blade, lodged in the metal flooring just a short distance from the body proper. A sudden shock rumbling throughout the Hulk helped free the weapon, and whilst it was oddly massive in scale, it hardly affected Lucius' balance. Maybe something had exploded nearby. An engine, or what have you.

And then, with nothing else in sight - especially not above him, he made sure to check - he sheathed both weapons, and at last turned to his minion, the both of them now splattered with alien gore in various colours. Khorne would probably appreciate that sight more than any other Chaos God, but what did Lucius care? Not much, that was what. However, he wiped his face clean with one hand anyway, listening quietly to the psyker's offerings of 'thank you my lord high master' and 'it is so good to see you again, o Scion my Scion' and 'I'm sorry for the bother, sir, I couldn't defend myself'.

'It's okay, it's no bother, it wasn't your fault,' Lucius offered, a smidgen of praise just to shut the man up... of course it wasn't his fault, though. There were so many of those things on board the Hulk, and they'd surely have found Ga'duk and his Imperial allies anyway. It wasn't like anyone had a beacon drawing them to-

An abrupt realisation hit the Fallen Angel like a hammer, and he promptly gripped the minion's clothing in one fist, raising the squirming maggot up to eye level, slamming him against the wall just enough to rattle him.

'How often have you been using your telepathy?' Lucius asked, quiet as death.

'Uh- w-well, I mean, that is to say, oh high mighty lord-'

Which shoulder was it that his third eye was located on? Lucius asked himself. Did the worm ever say? He tried the right one, just lightly poking it, and was rewarded with a yell of pain at the pressure.

'I ask again: how often?'

'Wuh-once every two or three minutes, master.'

'You blithering fool,' Lucius uttered, eyes narrowed with contempt. 'Let's ignore the general risks of constantly using psychic powers, and go to the more immediate problem: there are probably thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, if not hundreds of millions of those... "Genestealers" on board this Space Hulk. If even one of them is psychic, and I'm almost positive they have psykers, then your constant broadcasts are like a massive sign yelling "Come here, there's good eating to be had!"'

'...I, ah, I admit, sir, I was preoccupied with, ah... with, um, informing-'

'Stop. Using. It. Unless you want to join the Chaos Gods that much sooner.'

'Yes m'lord sir, sorry master lord scion.'

And then he let the minion drop down again, the man's knees collapsing beneath him briefly before he got his footing. That said, it seemed Lucius would be alone once more, unless the Ogryn had found his way into this very same hallway without being followed.

...and speak of the daemon. Sans shield and caked in blood, but otherwise intact, the creature walked into view of Lucius and the telepath with almost comic timing. And if he was the only one of his squadron who'd survived...

'If anybody asks, you worship the Emperor of Mankind,' Lucius muttered to the peon under his breath, before standing up straight and strolling toward the brutish creature, clearing his throat to try and make sure it noticed him. Its inherent stupidity would surely work in his favour, hopefully letting him fool it into believing he had good intentions all around, and perhaps even allowing him to instill a degree of permanent loyalty to him, if he played his cards right. So long as his present follower didn't screw anything up, of course.

@Sophrus

The Ardent Progeny - A Shadowhunters RP (Pre-Game Sign-Ups)

@Altered Tundra Don't worry, it's cool. It takes as long as it takes, I suppose is the takeaway. Aha.