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If someone has taken over/is interested in taking over, I will most certainly join into a Fire Emblem RP, sure as sure.
Laugh while you can :| I have plans for Aviza.
I shall laugh indeed, for I too, have plans for Stukov. So we shall see who makes their character more miserable a grander contribution to the glorious Inquisition!
@Andromedai Excuse me while I laugh at the misfortune of our now only, solitary Sister.
Yea, apologies for the delay in posting, got sidetracked to say the least. Couple it with figuring out what to write, and bad combination.
The Arbitrator cursed this hives abnormal design and layout, as Atreides could now hazard a guess as to how non hive worlders would feel about being utterly and totally lost in what most would consider such an alien environment. While the man did not allow panic to set in or concern, he did note his newfound surroundings. This included a merchant, peddler of whatever goods he would offer. Normally, he would have not even paused by such a place and kept walking, having the might of the Arbites behind him as he walked the streets as an enforcer of the Imperial Law. However, under the guise he currently maintained, he hardly had the ability to be picky or snobbish about where he got his aid and resources from now. After all, he couldn't just go to the nearest Arbites post and requisition what he required anymore. That would not work in an undercover operation. So when the man spoke, the Arbitrator nodded and approached the stand, making no movements that could be considered hostile. No sense tempting fate in that regard. He spoke to the man, undisturbed by the appearance. Most down hivers tended to look that way after a lifetime of living deep away from the surface and sun, he himself was hardly one to look like they saw the surface at all.
"Perhaps you do, perhaps you do indeed, Syke I presume? Information, and perhaps tools, should you have either." The Arbitrator looked over the refuse and scavanged material before him, looking for anything of use or note in the underworld, or even stolen or looted Arbites equipment if it happened to grace this yard. He would have to barter equipment, but quality gear was worth its weight in Throne Gelt, to the right vendor.
Approach and Speak with owner of Syke's Yard
Analyze contents of 'Shop' for anything of use
"Perhaps you do, perhaps you do indeed, Syke I presume? Information, and perhaps tools, should you have either." The Arbitrator looked over the refuse and scavanged material before him, looking for anything of use or note in the underworld, or even stolen or looted Arbites equipment if it happened to grace this yard. He would have to barter equipment, but quality gear was worth its weight in Throne Gelt, to the right vendor.
Approach and Speak with owner of Syke's Yard
Analyze contents of 'Shop' for anything of use
Smiles firing the weapon right next to his head was not the best thing for Stukov's hearing, but as he turned back to see the statue collapsing, he would take ringing in his ear over the complete and total loss of his own life. He was busy wiping the blood off his hands as the Sister spoke about injuries that she could help treat, which got a snort from the former Armsman. Nothing could be done out in the field for patching him up, and odds were it was nothing that would affect short term performance. Maybe long term, some surgery might have been needed, but it would not have warranted being pulled from the field anytime soon. Not like they could have the luxury of such things typically. While Smiles concern was appreciated, which got a smirk on his face, it was, again, not like anything could be done for it and he effectively said as much to the group. "Nothing I can't walk off, Smiles, appreciate the thought though. Besides, its not like its anything that could be fixed here, unless one of you lot have a medical suite stuffed right up...."
Probably a good thing that the Inquisitor stepped in and began talking and dispatching orders at that point, considering where his sentence was going at that point. Was it terribly surprising most of them were being dispatched back to a safehouse? Probably not, all the noise, commotion, and likelyhood of any cultists of importance remaining for capture and interrogation still hanging around were pretty much nil. Even so, he had a gut instinct that the fact Smiles was instructed by Boss to hang back was not a good thing, at best a chewing out that wasn't being done in front of everyone else. He'd seen that before, drag the sorry sod off to make everyone else think they were getting strung up, but all that happened was simply getting an ear full for their mistake. But tearing a gaping hole in the museum was not really a minor mistake. Warp spawned abominations of statues were gone, thank the Emperor for that, but it did leave them with no leads to work with at the moment. Being shipped off to a safehouse was hardly interesting, but considering he probably needed to take a few to get himself straightened out, it was not terrible. Before departing, he turned from the group and send a message right to Smiles, on a side channel to avoid it being caught by others. "Catch up when you can, and good luck."
Stukov made sure his weapons were sheathed and out of sight, so he looked unarmed as he reached the escape vehicle and climbed in. Far too nice for his tastes, then again, anything above his paygrade was typically too nice for his tastes, so that could be taken however one willed. Leaning back against the seat, he readjusted his shades and caught his breath, considering how he would go about fixing himself up since Boss so kindly noticed that he had been injured. Alpha had introduced himself prior, and he responded to the man who sat in the driver's seat finally, not touching the drinks for the time being. "The ride is appreciated, Alpha." Beyond that, he kept an ear out for trouble, still ready to jump into a fight at a moment's notice, should the need arise.
Probably a good thing that the Inquisitor stepped in and began talking and dispatching orders at that point, considering where his sentence was going at that point. Was it terribly surprising most of them were being dispatched back to a safehouse? Probably not, all the noise, commotion, and likelyhood of any cultists of importance remaining for capture and interrogation still hanging around were pretty much nil. Even so, he had a gut instinct that the fact Smiles was instructed by Boss to hang back was not a good thing, at best a chewing out that wasn't being done in front of everyone else. He'd seen that before, drag the sorry sod off to make everyone else think they were getting strung up, but all that happened was simply getting an ear full for their mistake. But tearing a gaping hole in the museum was not really a minor mistake. Warp spawned abominations of statues were gone, thank the Emperor for that, but it did leave them with no leads to work with at the moment. Being shipped off to a safehouse was hardly interesting, but considering he probably needed to take a few to get himself straightened out, it was not terrible. Before departing, he turned from the group and send a message right to Smiles, on a side channel to avoid it being caught by others. "Catch up when you can, and good luck."
Stukov made sure his weapons were sheathed and out of sight, so he looked unarmed as he reached the escape vehicle and climbed in. Far too nice for his tastes, then again, anything above his paygrade was typically too nice for his tastes, so that could be taken however one willed. Leaning back against the seat, he readjusted his shades and caught his breath, considering how he would go about fixing himself up since Boss so kindly noticed that he had been injured. Alpha had introduced himself prior, and he responded to the man who sat in the driver's seat finally, not touching the drinks for the time being. "The ride is appreciated, Alpha." Beyond that, he kept an ear out for trouble, still ready to jump into a fight at a moment's notice, should the need arise.
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don't worry, Adrianne has learnt one of the hidden arts of Terra, known in its ancient language as "The adorably cuddly-woffly kitten eyes!" ^_^
It's helped her in the past!
Via purple warp eyes of death!
Well, no one has died due to it, so here's to small miracles, eh?
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