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Don't listen to @Lucius Cypher or you'll go to the dark side! Stay with me, friend!
Sounds like someone's in for a bad time.
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Sounds like someone's in for a bad time.
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Exactly, and what advantages does Light side give over dark? None. Absolutely none.
Welll....the Light Side is less likely to make you a genocidal monster that engages in pointless cruelty just because you can, and doesn't have the problem of Chronic Backstabbing Disorder amongst the entire subset of the population of Force Users?
@Flamelord Aye the Fist is looking for a job.
Well then, the Fist should make an entrance before all the slots for this job are filled up.
This situation was bad, even Kevin could tell that much. Sure, he had no experience with volcanoes, but generally a steadily growing river of lava was not what one would call a healthy benefit, much less something that would do wonders for the property values in Lavaridge. The town probably didn't need or want to literally be emulating its name, if they had a say in the matter.
"Right," he agreed as Terra turned to him, issuing instructions in rapid order. At least she knew what she was doing, ensuring that this wouldn't turn into some massive disaster. Given that he was the newcomer here, he had no problem in listening, that was for sure.
He took a few steps away before halting, reaching into his pocket and producing a Pokeball. A press of a button returned it to normal size, and then another released the Pokemon inside, a Dugtrio appearing on the ground. "Trick," he said, looking down at his Pokemon. "Go stop the lava. Do whatever she says." He gestured back to Terra, making sure that Dugtrio got the point.
"Dug dug!" Dugtrio nodded and burrowed his way over, ready to help out as needed. Meanwhile Kevin headed back into town to spread the word. Time to get to work.
"Right," he agreed as Terra turned to him, issuing instructions in rapid order. At least she knew what she was doing, ensuring that this wouldn't turn into some massive disaster. Given that he was the newcomer here, he had no problem in listening, that was for sure.
He took a few steps away before halting, reaching into his pocket and producing a Pokeball. A press of a button returned it to normal size, and then another released the Pokemon inside, a Dugtrio appearing on the ground. "Trick," he said, looking down at his Pokemon. "Go stop the lava. Do whatever she says." He gestured back to Terra, making sure that Dugtrio got the point.
"Dug dug!" Dugtrio nodded and burrowed his way over, ready to help out as needed. Meanwhile Kevin headed back into town to spread the word. Time to get to work.
Roman Torchwick - Bar O'Brien
It hadn't been too difficult for Roman to find what he was looking for, the thief having something of a knack for this sort of thing. It was good to see that even this town had those sorts of places though, as opposed to some omnipresent utopia. Then he really would have gone crazy. Variety was the spice of life after all, and Roman wasn't sure what he would have done if crime just didn't flat out exist at all. Fortunately, not a concern.
Roman chose a decent looking establishment at random and stepped inside, almost immediately buffeted by the atmosphere inside. Juniors this was not, but he supposed it would do. There were plenty of other establishments he could try if need be, but for now he stepped further in, headed towards the bar. Of course, in the process he also noticed the distinctly buff gentleman in the suit looking him over, before buying his drink once he got close enough to hear it.
"I'll have the mint julep," Roman told the bartender, letting his cane lean against the wooden surface as he took a seat on one of the stools present. He eyed the offered cigar for a moment before going for it, extinguishing his own and taking the new one. "Don't mind if I do."
At the request, he reached into his pocket, producing a black lighter. "As a matter of fact I do," he replied calmly, flicking it open and lighting the Senators before he did the same for his own. He waited to answer, instead sampling the cigar first with a drag. "Oh yeah that's good." Much better than what he had been using before. That was a situation that would need to be rectified sooner rather than later.
He shifted in his seat, arm resting on the bar as he at last answered the question. "Well, at the moment I was hoping to see if i could inquire about getting some hired help for a job I have planned. With all the freaks around this place running an operation solo isn't exactly a winning proposition, if you catch my drift." He had the feeling that he had come to the right place.
It hadn't been too difficult for Roman to find what he was looking for, the thief having something of a knack for this sort of thing. It was good to see that even this town had those sorts of places though, as opposed to some omnipresent utopia. Then he really would have gone crazy. Variety was the spice of life after all, and Roman wasn't sure what he would have done if crime just didn't flat out exist at all. Fortunately, not a concern.
Roman chose a decent looking establishment at random and stepped inside, almost immediately buffeted by the atmosphere inside. Juniors this was not, but he supposed it would do. There were plenty of other establishments he could try if need be, but for now he stepped further in, headed towards the bar. Of course, in the process he also noticed the distinctly buff gentleman in the suit looking him over, before buying his drink once he got close enough to hear it.
"I'll have the mint julep," Roman told the bartender, letting his cane lean against the wooden surface as he took a seat on one of the stools present. He eyed the offered cigar for a moment before going for it, extinguishing his own and taking the new one. "Don't mind if I do."
At the request, he reached into his pocket, producing a black lighter. "As a matter of fact I do," he replied calmly, flicking it open and lighting the Senators before he did the same for his own. He waited to answer, instead sampling the cigar first with a drag. "Oh yeah that's good." Much better than what he had been using before. That was a situation that would need to be rectified sooner rather than later.
He shifted in his seat, arm resting on the bar as he at last answered the question. "Well, at the moment I was hoping to see if i could inquire about getting some hired help for a job I have planned. With all the freaks around this place running an operation solo isn't exactly a winning proposition, if you catch my drift." He had the feeling that he had come to the right place.
@Flamelord
Well, he could bring a bunch of scary men with big guns.
Also, that's an Eternity Gate. It's a fairly standard Psyker ability in the 40k-verse, used for relatively short-distance travel. Although the Emperor has been known to use it to move from planet to planet.
I have....this. Is that good enough?
I got that. But Ba'al doesn't know that ;)
Roman Torchwick - Self professed Master Thief
Through the streets of town walked a dapper man, clad in a white trench coat, a black bowler hat atop his head, and a cane clicking on the sidewalk ahead of him. A cigar was perched on his lip, though he wasn't too heavily invested in it. It was nice, but it wasn't all that good compared to some of the stuff he'd had in Atlas. Now those guys knew how to make a good cigar. But he was saving the ones he had left, so this would have to do.
At the moment though Roman Torchwick, master thief, scourge of Vale, was unhappy. Undeniably so. Oh sure, this place had been interesting when he had first arrived, but he had gotten bored. There was just no excitement here, nothing interesting for him to do. Not like Vale, or Mistral, or Atlas. To say nothing of the weird collection of people that had gathered here. To be honest it creeped him out, and more than a little.
"I really am going to have to rob somebody," he muttered to himself in annoyance. It wasn't that he needed to, by any stretch of the imagination, but at least it would be something to do in this dump.
Well, if he was going to pull a heist then he'd need some grunts, some manpower to do the hard lifting and to take the fall if this all went sideways. Sadly, useful help just wasn't that easy to find, especially when it involved criminal activities, but he would do his best. So, first stop was a bar or a club on the more skeevy side of town. That would be the place to best get what he needed, or to find people who knew where he could find it.
At the next corner he turned, cane held tight as he headed towards his planned destination. Time to get to work.
Through the streets of town walked a dapper man, clad in a white trench coat, a black bowler hat atop his head, and a cane clicking on the sidewalk ahead of him. A cigar was perched on his lip, though he wasn't too heavily invested in it. It was nice, but it wasn't all that good compared to some of the stuff he'd had in Atlas. Now those guys knew how to make a good cigar. But he was saving the ones he had left, so this would have to do.
At the moment though Roman Torchwick, master thief, scourge of Vale, was unhappy. Undeniably so. Oh sure, this place had been interesting when he had first arrived, but he had gotten bored. There was just no excitement here, nothing interesting for him to do. Not like Vale, or Mistral, or Atlas. To say nothing of the weird collection of people that had gathered here. To be honest it creeped him out, and more than a little.
"I really am going to have to rob somebody," he muttered to himself in annoyance. It wasn't that he needed to, by any stretch of the imagination, but at least it would be something to do in this dump.
Well, if he was going to pull a heist then he'd need some grunts, some manpower to do the hard lifting and to take the fall if this all went sideways. Sadly, useful help just wasn't that easy to find, especially when it involved criminal activities, but he would do his best. So, first stop was a bar or a club on the more skeevy side of town. That would be the place to best get what he needed, or to find people who knew where he could find it.
At the next corner he turned, cane held tight as he headed towards his planned destination. Time to get to work.
@Flamelord
I did anticipate that. The Emperor has also had a bad experience with bombers rather recently....
I know, but how else is Ba'al supposed to negotiate from a position of strength? it's not like he can throw his wife at the Emperor until he begs for mercy :p
Ba'al does appreciate how much power must have gone into making a wormhole without a fixed aperture though.
Aw man, and Ba'al was so looking forward to intimidating people by parking his fleet above Nova's palace. Oh well.
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