Necroes

Whispers in the Underhive. (Warhammer 40k/Inquisitor RP)

A vindicare assassin seems a little... excessive? Like, a space marine scout, a novitiate sister, a bullgryn; Those are all on a pretty level scale, near the bottom of their respective organizations.

Vindicares are sent to execute the Emperor's greatest enemies with a single bullet. When they put together an assassin team to go after Horus, one vindicare assassin was considered sufficient for the task. They failed, sure, but that's still one-sixth of the team sent after a primarch.

I don't mean to harp on about this, but Andreyich was told he couldn't play a greyknight because it was 'too much.' Vindicares are sent to assassinate space marine chapter masters, and usually do it while the target is in full gear.

A ratling seems like the appropriate tear for a sniper in this group. A death cultist would be the right mold for an assassin.
A Vindicare would be like using an earth-shaker round to kill a single chaos cultist. The ammunition costs so much, you could never justify using it for anything of that scale. Literally, anything that would require a vindicare on the team to kill would be so much above the paygrade of the rest of the characters present, it renders having them almost a moot point.

_____________________________

To be clear, I'm not saying "don't let skwint play a vindicare.' I'm saying, "if he gets to play a vindicare, Andreyich should be able to play his grey knight, and I'll need to come up with something higher up the food chain that an acolyte."

Whispers in the Underhive. (Warhammer 40k/Inquisitor RP)

Eh, a crusader's primary, secondary, and tertiary concerns are the inquisitor's safety, the inquisitor's goals, and the inquisitor's glory, in that order. They're also, to my knowledge, attached to houses which treat them more like knights.

It's cannon that sisters are protected by the Emperor. Some of them have gotten literal magic powers as a result of their faith. Their primary, secondary, and tertiary concerns are the Emperor's will, the Emperor's will, and the Emperor's will, in that order.

It's a subtle difference, but a sister of the argent shroud better fits my purposes, I think.

Is uh... is anyone else thinking of signing up for this?

Whispers in the Underhive. (Warhammer 40k/Inquisitor RP)

Basically the difference between a rogue and a paladin. I've played rogues. This is my first (decent) chance to play a paladin-analogue.

Whispers in the Underhive. (Warhammer 40k/Inquisitor RP)

I was originally planning to run a ratling scout/sniper/blackmarketier/cook.

Now? Now I want to run a sister.

That'd make her a Sororitas acolyte, I'll say of the Order of the Argent Shroud.

I'm thinking chainsword and bolt pistol for weapons, alongside your traditional soritas-pattern power armor.

Sound good?

Inquisitor or Rouge Trader interest check (Warhammer 40(ish)K).

I'm potentially interested in this, so long as whoever is in charge of the whole thing can tolerate abhumans. Got an old ratling character I've been wanting to run.

R E D U X .// 2047 //.

Michael watched the conversation, leaning on the wall next to Patrick's booth. The group was a bunch of supers, and from the sounds of things, they were out for revenge. Likewise, it sounded like Patrick was once more volunteering him for a heist before telling him about it. While Michael was usually amenable to such work, going up against any of the big six was generally a bad idea. That he'd be up against the one who basically ruled the city Michael had built his base of operations in somehow made a bad idea seem even worse.

Of course, he was in no position to refuse. Patrick was far from ignorant of the risk, and Michael was a valuable asset to say the least. If whatever contents the target held justified the risk, Patrick would have plenty lined up to 'convince' Michael to take the job. He did not leave these kinds of things to chance, and the two worked closely enough that Michael was certain the resources to obtain his participation would be available. Though, that didn't mean he couldn't put himself in a better position to bargain for his price.

Turning, a quick look around the room and he saw what he was after. A waitress walking past had a pair of drinks on a tray-martinis dressed with an olive each, a favorite of his-and with a quick grab they were his. No one noticed, and even when she showed up with an empty tray, no one would care. Taking only a brief second to sample one of the drinks, he then sat down next to Patrick, taking up the final seat in the booth.

"Patrick," he said, appearing to the world once more. The older man hesitated only slightly at the appearance, the hand on his knife relaxing after a few seconds. "I'm surprised at you. It's poor form, not to offer a lady a drink. I expect as much from the pig-no offence-but you know better. I can only hope something this simple will make up for your poor manners."

Waiting a moment for everyone to make themselves accustom to his sudden appearance, he'd set down both drinks, one each for himself and the lady at the table. Patrick, of course, was looking at him with something between utter contempt and mild annoyance playing across his face. By contrast, Michael was all smiles, enjoying his drink and keeping his eyes on the woman. He didn't wink at her, exactly, but if facial expressions could have subtext, that would be his at that moment.

"Everyone," Patrick began, gesturing vaguely at Michael with his knife, "this is Void. As you may have deduced, he is the man I mentioned previously. As you wanted to meet your potential team mates for this mission, I suppose it's a sort of luck that he decided to make an appearance. If he seems a bit drunk, don't worry, that's normal."

As usual, Michael bristled at the mention of his 'super-persona.' Very few people knew him by it, and he would prefer to keep it that way. While it sounded cool as a teenager, 'Void' just kept sounding more and more pretentious as he got older. The jab that he was an alcoholic was expected, and by now he would be more surprised if Patrick hadn't made a joke of that sort.

"If you lot feel like you're getting the short end of the stick on this one, you are but you're not alone. Until recently, I hadn't even known that this drone existed, let alone that I was going to be stealing it. Though, to be fair, I'll give you all a reasonable baseline for comparison. My usually fee for work like this-grand larceny-is about fifteen percent of the score's expected net sale value. Patrick keeps me on retainer for these things, though, so for him the price is only three-hundred and fifty-thousand per item. There are modifiers to that number, of course. For working with a team, I always charge an additional fifty percentage, to cover additional hazards. After that, there's an extra twenty percentage increase if the target has anything more sophisticated than a level 2 AI. Finally, whenever any of the big six are involved, my fee is doubled, or tripled if the facility either owns the target or it is located on their property. In this case, it's both, so the final price will actually be quadrupled. Patrick probably thought I was too drunk at the time to remember that part of the contract."

After taking a sip of his drink-giving everyone a chance to run the numbers, and Patrick a moment to consider ventilating his throat-Michael set down the glass and smiled at the woman across the table. "He never pays for food or lodging, but if you need a place to stay, my door is open to you. I can't say that I have anything by way of clothing for you, but I could certainly have a new outfit brought by the following morning. You shouldn't need it until then, anyway."

Cowgirls Don't Cry (FxA)

I can definitely work with this. New ranch hand, almost certainly. Likely he hired on right before she returns home.

Two things;
I'd prefer it be set in the 1970-1990 range, or earlier. A few things work better if cell phones and the internet aren't a thing.

Second, it'd definitely end up drifting into the supernatural. I've got a couple different ideas of how, but most of it comes down to a ranch hand acting a bit off. Then, when Jaymie decides to learn why, she gets introduced to a Very different view of the world.

If any of that sounds interesting, shoot me a PM. We can talk more about it there.

Announcement.

It's been a hot minute since I've been a part of this, but I was considering coming back.

For those not on discord (guessing that's where this is coming from) could we get a little insight into what brought this on?

Word association Game!

Platinum

Give the Avatar above you a porn name

Clem Clam-Eater