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The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

Really short post, but I wanted to get something up.

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

Atreides nodded as he listened, the man confirming his suspicion as he continued, stopping himself as he then made his asking price as well as including the auto pistol in that mess. He had two of his fellow Acolytes catch up, but he said nothing to either of them yet, instead focusing on the man before him as he reached for the bribery funds previously provided, since no one else had taken them they had ended up in his possession. Time for their application, as intended, as he put the 50 Throne Gelt down on the counter, and spoke as before as his arms returned to his sides. "50 Throne Gelt, for services rendered."

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov bit back various comments that he could make in response to the Sis, at least willing to humor Watchman and play nicely. "I'm not going to keep arguing with you, Sis, since I've already been asked to try and play nice at least." Try to, at any rate, as he listened to Boss speak and work through what he had to say, listening to the man run through what he had to say on the shield and turned to address Sis, slipping out at that point instead of risking opening his mouth and having to deal with her further. He really didn't have the patience for that sort of dealings right now, they were cooking and could play nice together, if she wasn't willing to shoulder some of the blame, sure not all of it, then they could have problems all they wanted. Her interference, justified or not, set off that whole mess, so he would hold that much against her. But he was willing to at least humor Watchman out of respect, and removed himself from that little mess before it got worse. He knew what he had seen so far, and she could talk all she wanted, he would buy that when he saw the proof of it. Until then, he saw no reason that they would be above the Arbites, not in the grand scheme of things. Not like they were immune to the law, far as the Armsman was concerned. Shaking those thoughts, he heard Smiles call out about the servo skull. Showing off that botched mission to the Gallery, it seemed, even if it scored them a shield none of them could use. Which did not seem like it had been terribly effective.

"Might as well hang out and see things from another perspective, see if we missed anything. Beats sitting around not doing anything." The shield might get them some extra influence with whatever Chapter the damned thing belonged to, but beyond that, it got them nowhere, far as the Armsman was concerned. Maybe they could catch some detail they were, at the time, too busy to see. As in, too busy trying to not get killed off by the daemon statues for the most part. Standing behind the couch, he leaned forward against it, arms crossed as he looked over the footage with the full intent of picking apart anything he might have probably missed while fighting for their lives. Hopefully the sister would drop it since he had flat out stated so. If she wouldn't, then what happened afterwords was not on his head. Well, not the cause, he would accept the consequences of what happened after the fact if it proved necessary. She would have to tread carefully around him for the time being, he was not terribly happy with her at the moment, to put it mildly.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

I must have missed it then @Andromedai, brain fart.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Giving Skyrte a chance to post before I do.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Depending who posts, might send ol' Jerod off to spar.

Fire Emblem: Ascension

Most excellent, most excellent indeed!

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov heard the general commotion as the Inquisitor, Smiles, and company came strolling in with a damn huge shield of some sort or another. It looked far too heavy for any normal man to wield, and he wasn't sure a man in power armor could even heft the thing. Who in the Emperor forsaken warp could wield such a thing, then? The armsman had never encountered nor even heard more than hushed whispers of the Space Marines, Adeptus Astartes, so the idea that the thing was a shield used by such towering super soldiers was not even a consideration to the armsman. Perhaps it was a Chaos relic, used by some daemon blessed, or possessed, warlord to best the loyal servants of the Imperium? He didn't get that vibe from the item though, so he could not even begin to fathom who would use it. In his time of service, he had not encountered traitor or loyalist Marines of any sort, boarding actions encountering daemons or mortal lackies and opposing chaos equivalent of armsman. The captain he had slain had been a rogue Trader Prince who grew far too much in power, and succumbed to whispers of dark power and temptation. Not times he wanted to lightly remember, so he shook such thoughts from his head and completed his current walk about.

Walking back over to the living room, he noted Smiles and her rather hefty amount of food she had acquired. She was rather busy tearing into her bread, but it was all too fancy for his tastes. He would go see if the kitchen had some rations he could choke down, since the Armsman was not a fan of fancy food or needlessly showy or elaborate meals. Far as he was concerned, anything above rations was just about that, more elaborate than necessary. But he did make a comment in her direction, seeing as she had clearly wasted no time tearing into her meal. "Good to see you and Boss made it back in one piece, Smiles. Guess that warp trickery plays merry havoc with the appetite, eh?" Giving the psyker a chance to respond, if she had any interest to between bites, he would eventually excuse himself to go to the kitchen area and see if the canned food was around the level of such rations, and check in on Boss as well. He had kind of just stormed off on his own, barely saying a word to anyone. Not a good sign, if anyone was to ask his opinion on the matter. Which no one had, but the point stood.

Walking over to the kitchen door, Stukov moved the rifle to be slung across his back and knocked with three, sharp taps to announce full well someone was about to enter. As he opened the door, he scanned the kitchen area for trouble, as he had been since he set foot in this safehouse. It wasn't intended as an insult towards the gentlemen who ran the place, but he probably would not really feel at ease planetside, ever. Put the man in a void ship and he would be happy not having to walk the streets and towns of such worlds, keeping to his more familiar grim architecture and grand, sweeping weapon batteries. But he did not let such things linger in his mind, speaking towards wherever Boss was in the kitchen area, letting his gaze settle there as he let his arms rest by his sides. "Manage to salvage something from that museum after all, I see. Everything in order, Boss?"

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

<Snipped quote by Lone Wanderer>

Holand/Terminus is officially the most likeable of the group. Take that you overly-loyal acolytes!

*proceeds to thank the emperor*

@GodOfWar

Who needs to be liked when a little Throne Gelt goes a long way in arming up and sniffing out information? Just wait until someone needs intimidated, then failed rolls for everyone the Arbitrator shall shine.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Time to knock out a quick post before heading off to work.