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An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content] [Seeking Heretics!]

Alright, I wasn't planning on posting again twice in a row, but since nobody else has done anything yet, I might just have Darran drag the Nurglite psyker out of the room, mistaking his many sicknesses for something not explicitly related to Nurgle himself, or at least attempting to convince himself otherwise. He's a doctor; he can cure anything the crazy person gives him. Or, like, beg Slaanesh's favour so that he doesn't get infected even though he's not that interested in the Prince, if he thinks it'll help.

The War of the Three

@Lmpkio@Banana@The 42nd Gecko@floodtalon Finally posted, fellas. Let's go nuts.

The War of the Three

HR-513 - The Harvester

If it were possible for him to be angry about this turn of affairs, HR-513 would be. He’d expended a lot of energy on that attack, only for the targets to avoid it by simply burrowing underground, the blast simply carrying on in the same direction until it ultimately petered out. And they’d left behind a message of truce, no less. That said, though he had not heard Victoire’s words in his mind, he had certainly heard of the infamous demi-vampire that fought so fervently for Hell’s Oligarchy, and knew how much of a threat she could be given a chance. Best to inform Maceroy, then, especially since a pulse of demonic energy had just been emitted, though its effects were analysed and soundly negated by warping it to the opposite side of HR-513’s body as it came in range.

'One of Heaven’s bodies has suggested a truce between they and the Machina,' the Harvester advised him via a miniaturised hovering speaker warped into existence just next to his left ear - just one of the benefits of having a piece of himself in range of the scientist at all times. 'You should extend this to any other of Heaven’s scions you find. I imagine we will require it.'

Speaking of assistance required, it seemed the burst of warp energy had been noticed. A larger, bulky demonoid had just manifested within meters of HR-513, a creature of apparently-substantial strength, yet overall simplistic abilities - something the Harvester could properly acknowledge, going by its brutish build and straightforward initial charge. As it attempted to grab him, Harvester simply warped the beast to the opposite side of his body, warping in front of the demon a burst of ultra-heated solar mass intended for the angelic soldiers as its own momentum propelled it onward, into the densely-packed plasma proper. This first strike would help him gauge the monster’s durability. The next strike would be a killshot - or would at least aspire to be.

@Silvan Haven@Awesomoman64

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Maceroy Falthon

Ugh. He did not need to be hit by that burst of energy from the red-feathered harpy. He already felt significantly worse than he had just a few moments ago, and it’d take several minutes for his nanomachines to replicate back to full capacity. Not to mention the sudden intrusion of somebody’s voice into his head declaring victory for the demons- And so soon? What unadulterated arrogance- which he’d certainly need to find a way to prevent from doing harm to him in the future. Though realistically, it had been on his bucket list to try and negate psychic assaults in general for some time… he’d try to figure out a way of reflecting them, too, if he had the chance, interesting to accomplish as that would be…

Not that that mattered. Though he’d even managed to deflect a bullet back towards his gun-bearing foe, he had failed to injured her seriously, being interrupted halfway through his attack by his bout of demonically-inspired headache and slight muscle pains, and her weapon had already transformed into a scythe, something she’d brought up in an effort to finish him off with one blow.

Pathetic. If something hardly worse than a cold wasn’t enough to stop him working in his lab, it certainly wouldn’t stop him from fighting on the field. Lance still spinning, Maceroy brought it round to block the demonic weapon’s strike at the hilt just below the blade, avoiding the blade proper by a few centimeters, only to mutter to the red-coat ‘Did nobody ever tell you scythes are a farming tool?’ as he stepped back on one clawed foot and angled his weapon in a way that locked the scythe in place. The holy nature of his shock lance was his most effective guard now, its own electrical charge partially negating the red lightning that otherwise threatened to arc to him - and with any luck, the drill might even have a chance to shatter the scythe entirely, the Heaven-empowered drillbit clashing with incredible rapidity against the anomalous enhancements of Marie’s blade and bearing a near-certain chance of winning out if she couldn’t draw the blade free.

And in the meantime, there was Eve to consider. Evie… goodness, but it had been a while, hadn’t it? He only hoped… well, it was a very far-reaching hope, but if she’d suffered even an iota less at their hands than he had, he’d consider his actions successful. Yet, observing from her expression that she barely recognised him; his false hope began to die mere moments after it formed. Bah, who was he trying to fool? Chances were she’d been… no, no, now was not the time to consider that. Though as the Harvester’s words reached him, he decided that he really didn’t want to fight her anyway…

The decision was rather taken away from him, however, when bullets suddenly ripped through the air towards her; in the same moment, he received a text from one Utada Mitsuda telling him to cover his eyes. Perhaps a fiftieth of a second after receiving the text, his back foot lashed upward toward the mercenary’s gut with unexpected agility, glowing grey with matter-destroying energy. He suspected that even without that extra power surrounding his oversized toes, he’d be able to shred her stomach and disembowel her with relative ease, like a raptor ripping open its prey... but it paid to make sure, and if she did happen to have some form of damage resistance, so much the better for him. What were the chances she’d see it coming, after all?

More importantly, what were the chances she’d leap back as she attempted to avoid the foot, leaving him free to actually cover his face? Pretty high, he imagined, if she didn’t actually let herself have her guts torn out. Either way, he also flapped one pair of wings to propel himself backward as he covered his eyes with the other, guarding most of his face and upper body from further attack, as well as-

Well, not that it mattered, with the flashbang going off and all. T’was still deafeningly loud, but at least he wasn’t blinded by it too the way the other three would be. And with the armed soldier now firing at the red-coated mercenary, it was practically a guaranteed victory for the two of them… the three of them, if he had his way. Quickly tapping his own communicator, he texted Utada Do not kill the harpy in the croptop. He still had words to say to her.

@Lmpkio@Banana@The 42nd Gecko@floodtalon

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Well, great. First the Rogs, and now Dark Elves? This certainly wasn't what Settionne had signed up for... well, it was, at least as far as the Dark Elves went, but he still had his reasons to be scared out of his wits! And worst of all, nothing here was anything like as valuable as it ought to be! He was under the impression Dwarven craftsmanship was meant to be very good, and yet the weapons here were so poorly made as to be nigh-worthless compared to a true blade. Unless the forge had been abandoned long ago, and the withering of these weapons was time's fault... or of Dark Elven make? That would be the far worse option, because it'd mean they were still there.

But either way, if there was a threat of lingering Dark Elves to consider, then there was no point sticking around. For once, he found himself agreeing with the tall half-elf; 'I believe the Skay-lay may have the right idea in this case, folks,' he confirmed, whilst managing to keep all but the slightest edge of panic out of his voice. It wouldn't do for a priest to worry in front of his flock, not least because that might give them reason to suspect which deity he was following. 'Madame Alice,' he asked the mage politely, 'might I suggest using your magical abilities to divine for us a route out of this place? I would do so myself, of course, but I do not wish to tax the gods for their favour all too harshly...'

And as far as praying for spells went, not to mention surviving another pitched combat, he made no bones about reiterating to himself that his daily supply of luck was probably already running thin... and one makes their own luck, as they say, by not acting the fool, which meant escaping to greener pastures quickly. Doing his bit, he began to look around for... he didn't know, other exits. Doorways deeper into the stone, hidden trapdoors, anything to get him out of this mess!

@POOHEAD189@Banana@The Fated Fallen@Fetzen

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: PRT Headquarters

'You know what, if Decoy hadn't said it, I would've,' Alessa confirmed, sending a pointed glance toward Elliot as she spoke. After that, she was fairly quiet as the Tinker explained how the neatly-wrapped gifts worked, unwrapping hers without much hassle and examining the device as he went through its functions. And Heavens, wasn't that all very fancy? Standing still, plus two extra customisable settings... and so light! Frankly, it wasn't surprising that both Lily and Lyn were happy with theirs; heck, Alessa herself was smiling fairly widely as she examined them. Not to mention, they’d have a great opportunity to test them later on.

'They're great, Decoy. Thank you very much.' She couldn't think of much else to say about the item that wouldn't just be unnecessary extension of her thought processes, so instead she listened in on- well, mostly Lily's various rapidfire questions. Heh, but she was adorable at times... what, what was that about Alessa smelling nicer than the other Wards? How would- ah, enhanced senses, that was probably something she had relating to her abilities, of course. And they had hugged each other at least once since that night Lily had slept in her bed, so even without...

Oh, there was something important to confirm, actually! 'Just so we're sure, Decoy,' the white-robed girl asked, 'my holograms do include my light mask, right? I figure it's not something you'd miss, but I figure it's worth asking anyway.'

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Raymond Haywood: Icehouse Hideout

Well, at least Jason could gather up the goods as necessary. Of course he could, nothing would necessarily be too heavy for him. And as it happened, Chatterbox did in fact possess the means to gather the right materials for the job, at least what Ryan didn’t already have, not to mention all the contingencies necessary to ensure the plan went off smoothly; however, Jason’s mention of the PRT did bring to mind the possibility of Protectorate forces showing their unwelcome faces. If other capes were around, that threw everything off, whether or not they were planning on stopping them directly, or simply seizing the crates for themselves. Inkcraft would be a bad foe to fight at close quarters, frankly - and unless he happened to be willing to lurk outside the warehouse proper and a suitable position presented itself, close quarters would certainly be where Headhunter would find himself.

Since nobody else was answering Ryan’s questions, Raymond did: ‘Frankly speaking, we can’t necessarily plan for any specific cape beyond doing research on all the parahumans who might be present aside from ourselves. I believe Noble and Morales are still out of commission, but somebody like Inkscape or Protean could be extraordinarily threatening even alone, whereas somebody like Sabotage may be somewhat less concerning...’ Completely coincidentally, Raymond imagined the Tinker/Mover would make entering into the warehouse an extraordinarily easy task, but with so little time before the actual insertion, it was hardly worth trying to contact her even if she’d be willing to work for them on a contractual basis. Bah.

‘In any case, I would assume going in loud is the least ideal option for all of us,’ he remarked, ‘since we have plenty of superior options. Adding to both points, in fact,' he decided, turning to "James" once again, 'is there any chance you might also be able to figure out if any particular parahumans will be guarding the warehouse during the rally, Chatterbox? I’d rather take them out first, if they’re most likely to raise an alarm.’

Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion(no longer used, go to rp)

So when you say "Imperium", do you mean any member of the Imperium? Like Space Marines and stuff too? I'm not at all interested in playing as one, mind, I'm just curious about what's allowed in that regard.

The War of the Three

@Lmpkio And I am waiting for @Awesomoman64. As stated in the Discord, I'll post again either shortly after he acts as Balrog, or when Spiffy returns to take control of Harvester again.

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

Post is out. Not necessarily as well-written as I wanted it to be, but I think it's fairly good nonetheless.