Eisenhorn

Original Sci-Fi RP, Space Police/Space “Rangers” (x Cancelled x)

@Dredigan Giving me EDF vibes there, but I blame that on binge playing EDF 4.1 lately. Still, I approve of that name.

Original Sci-Fi RP, Space Police/Space “Rangers” (x Cancelled x)

It certainly works for me, and I was about to ask about customization, so that works out, sure as sure.

Original Sci-Fi RP, Space Police/Space “Rangers” (x Cancelled x)

While I am parroting what has been said thus far, armor is fine, emblem is a tad military for an, albeit elite, policing force.

Speaking of customizations though, how much variance for specialist roles would be allowed? For example, a pilot or tech specialist might have lighter or otherwise modified armor compared to, say, a sort of riot specialist with reinforced armor.

Original Sci-Fi RP, Space Police/Space “Rangers” (x Cancelled x)

Hmm, the idea is interesting, sure as sure. Consider me interested.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

@Rithy

Pffft, the Krieger and the Celestian, eh? Sounds like shenanigans of the highest order.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Probably, yeah. Come across him ahead of them in the tunnels, that sounds like asking to get shot.

In other news...

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Voss

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"That very much sounds like a problem for you to resolve, I have no need to pull punches." Rather than pursue the mercenary leader, Voss continued backwards, moving towards the cell while facing Morag. While he had been injured, a hand coming to rest on his side and coming away bloody confirming this, he was now squarely positioned between Morag and his goal. Which now meant that the mercenary was going to have to go through him to accomplish his original goal instead of being able to merely hold off the Shaman long enough for either the thief to have recovered, an unlikely situation now, or to have to retreat. Considering he recognized, in the brief glimpse of the oncoming party, her highness Reina, it was unlikely that Morag would be able to accomplish his goal now. A smart man would have retreated at this point, but clearly intelligence was not one of this mercenary's strong suits. Proclaiming a last stand of sorts, he merely cocked an eyebrow as he backed up to the cell, glancing out of the corner of his eye to confirm that Romilda was still safe and sound in her cell. "I see they failed to pick a simple lock. That speaks poorly for their preparedness, does it not?"

Focusing on the threat at hand, Voss noted that Morag was dashing his way again, though the distance was considerably more than if Voss had simply stood his ground. Patiently waiting for Morag to enter range now, Voss would launch an attack with Nosferatu, focusing himself on the threat at hand. "Line your pockets? How crass. I would recommend fleeing and living for another day, but that requires to at least pretend to have a spark of intelligence..."

A Tale of Three Moons

Weiland was quietly relieved that the construct, as he was more able to identify now after that stunt with the wrist and hand, was unharmed. It seemed like the construct in question had a built in repair function that would allow it to recover from minor injuries, which was good considering a fall like that had done notable damage to its wrist. It proceeded to ask the three of them where it had arrived at, which was curious considering that implied it had arrived without any sort of knowledge towards where this was. He knew the name of the place, and roughly where on a larger scale, but the young child had jumped in first and answered the question. Of course, Weiland was in no position to be answering the question when, surprisingly enough, a rather familiar face got right up into his and started mouthing off. Weiland's expression twisted into an amused smirk, not quite patronizing, but still amused all the same. "Well if it ain't the Boy Wonder! Ain't my fault you forgot flight wasn't one of your finer points, my friend."

The man was about to point out the fact that this was NOT the place to be picking fights when the young girl who had answered the construct's question promptly jumped in and started working to defuse Kyros from throwing down right here and now. He laughed lightly at her efforts, though not in an insulting manner, more amused by her courage in stepping in the fellow's warpath. "Your a saint, little lady, though I'm not nearly as innocent as you make me out to be. Me and the boy wonder have some history, though I'm wounded he never mentioned me!" Clearly joking, he mockingly clutched at his heart, as if he had been run through emotionally as well as physically. Of course, by now another young man had come up, calling out poor Kyros for his fiery temperament, no pun intended this time, and going on about how others might get hurt.

"Thanks kiddo, but I think he's gotten the point by now, second one to jump on boy wonder's hide about this." The young man looked, well, pale and not overly suited for any life outside that of a village or city really, though looks were often deceiving so he would try not to judge too much there. Doubly so, considering he had the kind of attire one would attribute to a traveler or wanderer of the wilds. At this point, though, Kyros seemed to be defused now and on the defensive footing over getting jumped, figuratively, by numerous people. Throughout all of this, his stance had not shifted very much, though while it looked like Kyros was going to jump him for a fight, he had shifted his weight backwards, to facilitate a quick departure. By now he had returned to a more comfortable distribution of weight for just casually standing around. Though the snapping sound of metal caught his attention again, turning his gaze back towards the construct he had collided with initially.

It seemed his, Weiland deciding to use male descriptors until told otherwise, body was capable of mending more rapidly than Weiland had originally estimated. Fascinating, which meant the power source was more potent than necessary for a model of that size. Yet, there was no glaringly obvious bulges or the like that indicated a oversized power supply fitting poorly. Advanced construction then, well beyond anything he'd seen out in the frontiers he had wandered. Though, he noted, the construct of a young (looking) man had to hold his wrist in place to facilitate a smoother transition for the repair. Most curious indeed, definitely not a combat model of any sort, yet that sort of repair system would be found as rather pointless on a mere companion or servant model. Body guard of some sort, then? If that was the case though, Weiland mused, where was his charge? For the briefest moments, Weiland's expression was curiously cloudy, making it difficult to read, but circumstances would quickly change it back to a pleasant enough, if neutral, one.

By now, the middle aged sellsword was snapped out of his thoughts by Kyros' loud and booming voice inviting the gathered folks to dinner. The construct spoke up again, agreeing to accompany the group and referencing the whole idea of caskets as well. Weiland snorted briefly, a fairly undignified gesture, but one of amusement all the same. "Aye, I'll come along as well boy wonder. Though I'm not paying for anyone's food except my own, no trying to dump the debt on me again. Though, I must admit..." Weiland turned his gaze onto the construct once more, noting a cloaked figure as well who had asked after the construct's well being. The cloak was rather curious, noting the way it settled and moved was far heavier than anything appropriate for the climate, and short of the farthest northern stretches, would remain so. He would keep an eye on the young man should he also choose to follow along, but for now he addressed the construct. "A youthful construct, foreign in accent and unaware of the very village he arrived in recovering near as well as soldier constructs I encountered years ago is a surprising thing to encounter this far from any centers of Magitech. It makes for quite the curious picture, no?"

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Yeah, afraid I really don't have anything worth posting at this moment, or I would have broken this chain of silence by now.

A Tale of Three Moons

"Right, get that to the mages now mates, those critters on our way out of that place slowed us down more than we thought! Don't forget to track down that Adventurer who is holding our pay, we don't work for free after all!" A group of mercenaries that had been hired on by the Adventurer's guild were making their way in from one of the side ways into the town, among them being a man who looked a tad old for simple mercenary work. Of course, he was very much beyond a humble mercenary, but he wasn't one to brag. Instead, he was currently tracking down the Guild liaison he had to report the artifact's arrival to, since they had been delayed by unforeseen circumstances. Of course, it did not take terribly long to track down such a man, as he had been trying to track down the mercenary as well. The two did not speak for long, little of consequence outside coin changing hands for services rendered. Sometimes such Guilds needed to contract outside their typical manpower, for a variety of reasons, and men like Weiland Voss often found themselves filling in for such roles. Tipping his imaginary hat to the man as he rushed off to facilitate the relic being added to the displays discreetly, Voss reckoned he might as well stay for awhile and see the sights. He hadn't been this far out of the way of his usual stomping grounds, as it were, in quite some time and it was clearly a festival day after all.

Slipping his hands into the snow white pockets of his coat, Weiland strolled into the main streets of the town where the stands and displays were set up proper, idly wandering along humming to himself, pausing at random to inspect the odd relic or food stand. They all seemed to be serving similar versions of the same dish, not that it looked bad, it looked a damn sight better than the rations he had been eating during the trek out and back for the item they were contracted to find. He would have to snag himself a bowl at some point, but he wasn't quite hungry enough for that gamble yet. Besides, he needed to maintain the light schedule of eating he typically worked on when, well, working. He had to adjust how his heavy looking blade and pistol rested, mostly to avoid jostling people or otherwise hooking onto things he most certainly did not want to, while the pistol was shifted to prevent it from being easily grabbed. Old tricks, paranoia even, but having his weapon snatched at enough times taught him that lesson all too well.

Considering he wasn't actively paying attention to where he was walking, busy with adjusting how his kit was being carried, Voss completely failed to avoid running into a young....man? Woman? Weiland was snapped out of his distracted state, realizing he had run into someone a couple inches shorter than him, far more fancifully dressed, and had seemed rather focused on the food around them, to an almost obsessive degree to a casual observer like Weiland. Still, he hadn't meant to jostle the young...person, as he still couldn't pin a gender down pat, and apologized frankly enough. "Agh, sorry 'bout that friend. Guess I got distracted by all the goings on 'round these parts right now, eh?" He chuckled easily, taking the blame for the collision without any hesitation, it had been his fault after all, and the last thing he needed was to be getting into trouble so soon after his return. Though he had to admit, he was rather curious at how solid the impact had been for someone as slight looking as this...person had been.

@Lumiere