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Spoiler, she's Jacob from an alternate timeline where he was born a woman and never got any hugs as a child.
Freud would have too much fun with this...
It's totally not Freudian at all. Not. At. All.
The church people kinda sound like nazis...
Trying to go for more Crusades or middle age style of fanatical hatred, you know like the Spanish inquisition.
also so the main villain girl as I'll only refer to her as doesn't give a shit just wants Jacob to suffer? She sounds liek she has a case of the tsundere...
There are reason's of her hatred, to be explained later.
The church people kinda sound like nazis...
Trying to go for more Crusades or middle age style of fanatical hatred, you know like the Spanish inquisition.
Jerod nodded to the lancelot lassie when she agreed to a mug of booze. So that was two more mugs then, so far, one for him, one for her. The prim and proper knightess lass declined, on the grounds of a low amount of tolerance for the stuff. Chuckling and shrugged, the feroxian barbarian replied with an equally barbed verbal jab, which made him laugh rather then anything else. Leave it to the Feroxians to not have a sense of damn humor, he figured. But he replied easily enough, undisturbed by the comment. "Wh't ever ye say, Feroxian. How 'bout ye, blueblood, willin' t' drink down 'ere?" Whether he said yes or no, Jerod excused himself long enough to get either two or three more mugs of booze, handing one off to the lancelot lassie while keeping the second for himself. The third, if he had to grab one, would have went to the blue blood before he sat down at a table, kicking up his feet to rest on the table while leaning back in a chair, listening to the Feroxian give his reasoning for working for the champion, while the blue blood went on training in the mess hall, for some blasted reason. Oh well, he might as well give the lad an answer. "Ach, gold is part o' th' matter, I grant ye tha'. But th' champion lad gonn' need all th' bloody 'elp he can git. 'e needs soldiers, an' I can provide tha'. 'esides, this Church o' Naga ca' give spirituality a ba' name. Don' need compared t' th' bloody zealots, savvy?"
So I put in the CS for our Villain leader. I'm going to enjoy playing her.
Valm huh...Does that mean Isacc could know about her? Anyways hahaha to the crossed out thing saying something about being an alternate reality Jacob.
Yes she's pretty famous... More about her will arrive later, might do a post of her brooding and her order regarding Jacob, I'm thinking have him hung, drawn, and quartered then burn him at the stake as an example lets see if we come up with something worse.
I wouldn't do it in that order, I'd recommend draw and quartering or burning at the stake first. Hanging can be rather abrupt, if done by a competent executioner.
Marianne: *sees Jacklyn* "It's like a female Jacob...." *grins*
Taking cover now, this is going to get messy.
Penn was silent for the most part, nodding when Iowa sounded off and the others began moving out, silent and talking amongst themselves for the most part. Penn was locked in, as it were, he would be all business and not the most sociable of fellows right now, which would be a strange shift considering all the others had seen was the nice and easy going side of him so far. "Copy Iowa, following your orders." He was quick into cover, holding only one of his pistols as he scanned for any signs of movement that was not one of their own, almost seeming to invite anyone to try and discover their operations before it was too late. He was standing by and ready to deal with them, and if things got loud, well, he was ready for that contingency as well. He could breach any number of locations to create a fast way out for the folks inside, VIP included, so that was a backup on standby which he quietly told Iowa, since he seemed to be the de facto squad leader now. "Iowa, things go loud, I can breach any number of locations for emergency extraction. Something you should be aware of." He was working over the comms, since no voice was actually coming out of his armor. That would be sloppy.
Welp. I overwritten my 90+ hour save by accident. ggwp now I have a reason to play this game again.
I get increasingly paranoid when saving other, lesser files then my main (which is nearly 90 hours in), every time I save on the main one.
Feel better soon, Apollo! :CC And yes @ Eisenhorn, we'll get through this! ( ouo)9 Anyways, I've...hazily made a post, and now it's off to bed with me. :'DD Take care, everyone!
Sleep well and take it easy, savvy?
You two got this, power on through to the other side!
Penn nodded his consent with the plan. Worked for him, and it sounded like it would work. Team ops, Penn was no tactical genius. He could plan his own jobs far better than planning with a group of agents in mind, increased skill pool diversity aside. Cover Iowa, and when things got loud, do what he did best. Make things explode, from a distance or up close. He had plenty of tools for all distances, within reason obviously, since he couldn't rightly carry a target designator to laz targets for orbital strikes. They wouldn't have that kind of support normally, and he would be issued the tool if they could expect to have the help. He entered the simulation, which was in the back of a pelican currently, and spoke to Iowa specifically while confirming his stance on the plan. "I'm game, I'll keep to my silenced pistols until covers blown Iowa, then I'll be launching the explosives. Call out clusters for me to nail, sound good?"
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