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“What is going on here?”
The narrowed, silvery eyes of the Night Elven Captain scanned the nave of the Cathedral as the robed crowds began to gather.
Although the peculiar Priestess Thea definitely held a higher-than-average rank of some sort, it was all to clear that she was not the boss of this enclave. No, standing further away, Serphia's eyes would narrow on a particular individual which she identified as the human boss-man...
... mainly because of the fact that Benedict had the biggest hat of everyone in the room!
Suddenly ignoring Thea completely as though she did not even exist, Serphia would pull the reins of her nightsaber to direct Ripfang towards Benedict, walking slowly through the nave towards the High Priest as she was mounted on top of her war tiger.
"Mistress!" Rithrynn would repeat, only to get a warning glare from Serphia as the Captain made a clear 'I will deal with you later' expression with her face!
As Serphia approached the High Priest, the Knights; whom had seemingly gathered mostly around the part of the nave where the High Priest stood; would move their hands towards the handles of their still sheathed weapon. Though it was an obvious gesture of threat, Serphia would ignore it, instead raising her head in defiance to the knights as she strode through the nave on her nightsaber. She had no intention of being coerced into any kind of submissive behavior by mere monkeys who believed they were worth something merely because they wore shiny armor!
"Remember your station, worms."
Although she would give the knights a baleful glare from atop her nightsaber, Serphia made no attempt to reach for her own weapons, or any other motion that could indicate that she was going to attack.
Walking with complete confidence towards High Priest Benedict, Serphia would find her approach to the High Priest blocked by a single determined Paladin who had placed himself between her and the High Priest. The Night Elven Captain would pause for a moment, throwing an ice cold gaze down towards the lone Paladin as her tiger, Silafeen, gritted its teeth as it gave the Paladin a threatening gaze.
Serphia would gaze down at the Paladin, before switching her gaze from him to the High Priest standing behind.
"Your minion tells me that you have my warriors." Serphia would finally speak, motioning towards Thea as she glared down at Benedict.
"I demand them back, and then I demand an explanation for all this!"
The narrowed, silvery eyes of the Night Elven Captain scanned the nave of the Cathedral as the robed crowds began to gather.
Although the peculiar Priestess Thea definitely held a higher-than-average rank of some sort, it was all to clear that she was not the boss of this enclave. No, standing further away, Serphia's eyes would narrow on a particular individual which she identified as the human boss-man...
... mainly because of the fact that Benedict had the biggest hat of everyone in the room!
Suddenly ignoring Thea completely as though she did not even exist, Serphia would pull the reins of her nightsaber to direct Ripfang towards Benedict, walking slowly through the nave towards the High Priest as she was mounted on top of her war tiger.
"Mistress!" Rithrynn would repeat, only to get a warning glare from Serphia as the Captain made a clear 'I will deal with you later' expression with her face!
As Serphia approached the High Priest, the Knights; whom had seemingly gathered mostly around the part of the nave where the High Priest stood; would move their hands towards the handles of their still sheathed weapon. Though it was an obvious gesture of threat, Serphia would ignore it, instead raising her head in defiance to the knights as she strode through the nave on her nightsaber. She had no intention of being coerced into any kind of submissive behavior by mere monkeys who believed they were worth something merely because they wore shiny armor!
"Remember your station, worms."
Although she would give the knights a baleful glare from atop her nightsaber, Serphia made no attempt to reach for her own weapons, or any other motion that could indicate that she was going to attack.
Walking with complete confidence towards High Priest Benedict, Serphia would find her approach to the High Priest blocked by a single determined Paladin who had placed himself between her and the High Priest. The Night Elven Captain would pause for a moment, throwing an ice cold gaze down towards the lone Paladin as her tiger, Silafeen, gritted its teeth as it gave the Paladin a threatening gaze.
Serphia would gaze down at the Paladin, before switching her gaze from him to the High Priest standing behind.
"Your minion tells me that you have my warriors." Serphia would finally speak, motioning towards Thea as she glared down at Benedict.
"I demand them back, and then I demand an explanation for all this!"
Touch the Psyker's food at your own peril! :P
Aviza is going to regret her food-kleptomania!
Aviza is going to regret her food-kleptomania!
Adrianne would stare in shock at the remaining half of her sandwich which had recently been brutalized by the impudent Sister of Battle! However pleasant Ben's change of manners had been to her, Adrianne's full attention would instead be focused on the brutish transgression made by the sister!
Her violet eyes flickered between the sandwich and Aviza, as she opened her mouth as if to say something. Though in her surprise she did not find the air to speak, she clearly gestured a 'That was mine!' message with her mouth! But rather than make a go at the sister, Adriannne instead chomped down on her sandwich angrily while giving Aviza an evil eye as the sister moved to leave the room.
Carefully watching the sister's big, power-armored butt as it left the room; almost as if Adrianne feared Aviza would make another attempt on her sandwich; the psyker would eventually calm down as the Sister of Battle disappeared out of sight and instead looked around while chewing on her sandwich.
"This is boring... I need some entertainment!"
"M4R1-A, initiate video recording from timestamp Theta." Adrianne would speak out between almost eating the entire baguette in one chomp. Her servo skull would react, moving to a position behind the couch where it would hover in the air, and emit a flickering beam of light past her head and onto the wall in front of her, acting like a projector on the wall.
With a single move of her hand, Adrianne would cause the curtains and drapery in the room to close, creating a dampened cinematic atmosphere as M4R1-A projected its recording of their short adventure at the gallery, showing them a view of the group from the servo-skulls perspective as they first stepped into the lobby of the gallery, to when they walked into the great hallway lined with statues on either side. A sound emitter at the base of the servo-skull hailed the recorded voices and sounds of the party into the apartment, recreating the gallery run step for step.
"It's a rerun of our gallery run if anyone wants to see." Adrianne spoke out to the rest of the group as the psyker had already finished her sandwich, and moved onto a bag of chips and bottle of soda that she munched down on!
Her violet eyes flickered between the sandwich and Aviza, as she opened her mouth as if to say something. Though in her surprise she did not find the air to speak, she clearly gestured a 'That was mine!' message with her mouth! But rather than make a go at the sister, Adriannne instead chomped down on her sandwich angrily while giving Aviza an evil eye as the sister moved to leave the room.
Carefully watching the sister's big, power-armored butt as it left the room; almost as if Adrianne feared Aviza would make another attempt on her sandwich; the psyker would eventually calm down as the Sister of Battle disappeared out of sight and instead looked around while chewing on her sandwich.
"This is boring... I need some entertainment!"
"M4R1-A, initiate video recording from timestamp Theta." Adrianne would speak out between almost eating the entire baguette in one chomp. Her servo skull would react, moving to a position behind the couch where it would hover in the air, and emit a flickering beam of light past her head and onto the wall in front of her, acting like a projector on the wall.
With a single move of her hand, Adrianne would cause the curtains and drapery in the room to close, creating a dampened cinematic atmosphere as M4R1-A projected its recording of their short adventure at the gallery, showing them a view of the group from the servo-skulls perspective as they first stepped into the lobby of the gallery, to when they walked into the great hallway lined with statues on either side. A sound emitter at the base of the servo-skull hailed the recorded voices and sounds of the party into the apartment, recreating the gallery run step for step.
"It's a rerun of our gallery run if anyone wants to see." Adrianne spoke out to the rest of the group as the psyker had already finished her sandwich, and moved onto a bag of chips and bottle of soda that she munched down on!
I figure Plasma weapons generally aren't reloaded in the field. So I'd say 60 uses is probably fair, and that Ben used about 10 or so in the statue fight. Fair?
I always imagined that Plasma weapons actually had a infinite ammunition source, only limited by the performance of their in-built cooling system.
Oh, and the chance of breaking, occasional change of spare-parts and the ever so existing chance of blowing up in your face without warning ^_^
"Serphia hates the church”
"I'm serious. That was her voice!" Rithrynn would retort to Liaena's disbelief, pointing up at the stairs.
"And, yes... she does, but I could still hear her!"
At this point, Rithrynn was ignoring the all-out fight that had broken loose in the back of the corridor, where the fight that had initially consisted of Lithriell vs Aleena had come to consume the rest of her sisters as well.
"We're going up and looking!" Rithrynn would say as the Night Elf suddenly grabbed Liaena's arm, and pulled the little human girl with her as Rithrynn ran up the stairs towards the nave!
"If she's here, Sharon's bound to be here too!"
She was certain she had heard the voice of Mistress Serphia. She couldn't possibly be wrong, could she? It was not like this was the time that she would begin hearing voices!?
...
Yes, she really had to see if Serphia was there with her own eyes. Worst case scenario; she had contracted some curse from their raid on Honor's Watch. If that was the case, she had to test it!
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“I believe we are currently accommodating some associates of yours. Were you aware of that?”
Serphia's eyes would immediately narrow down on Thea, as any motion the Night Elven Captain might have made to indicate that she was about to leave the Cathedral would immediate dissipate.
"My 'associates'?" Serphia would inquire, gazing down at Thea with suspicion.
The word 'associates' was confusing to Serphia. Could Thea be referring to her sisters? The word 'associates' sounded all too business-like and formal to possibly refer to her noble warriors! Or was she referring to the midgets that they had taken along with them on the attack on Honor's Watch, including Rithrynn's own little pet, the intrepid mad-gnome she called Liaena?
If they were housing the midget apprentices, it was hardly surprise. After all, this was supposed to be their home!
"Explain yourself... "
Serphia would utter, leaning forward whilst glaring down at Thea with an inquisitive gaze!
A lesser woman might have buckled under the attentive glare of the imposing presence that was an 8ft tall amazon warlord sitting ontop of a fiercesome, giant tiger. Yet Thea seemed strangely lax about it all, almost suspiciously so...
"I'm serious. That was her voice!" Rithrynn would retort to Liaena's disbelief, pointing up at the stairs.
"And, yes... she does, but I could still hear her!"
At this point, Rithrynn was ignoring the all-out fight that had broken loose in the back of the corridor, where the fight that had initially consisted of Lithriell vs Aleena had come to consume the rest of her sisters as well.
"We're going up and looking!" Rithrynn would say as the Night Elf suddenly grabbed Liaena's arm, and pulled the little human girl with her as Rithrynn ran up the stairs towards the nave!
"If she's here, Sharon's bound to be here too!"
She was certain she had heard the voice of Mistress Serphia. She couldn't possibly be wrong, could she? It was not like this was the time that she would begin hearing voices!?
...
Yes, she really had to see if Serphia was there with her own eyes. Worst case scenario; she had contracted some curse from their raid on Honor's Watch. If that was the case, she had to test it!
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“I believe we are currently accommodating some associates of yours. Were you aware of that?”
Serphia's eyes would immediately narrow down on Thea, as any motion the Night Elven Captain might have made to indicate that she was about to leave the Cathedral would immediate dissipate.
"My 'associates'?" Serphia would inquire, gazing down at Thea with suspicion.
The word 'associates' was confusing to Serphia. Could Thea be referring to her sisters? The word 'associates' sounded all too business-like and formal to possibly refer to her noble warriors! Or was she referring to the midgets that they had taken along with them on the attack on Honor's Watch, including Rithrynn's own little pet, the intrepid mad-gnome she called Liaena?
If they were housing the midget apprentices, it was hardly surprise. After all, this was supposed to be their home!
"Explain yourself... "
Serphia would utter, leaning forward whilst glaring down at Thea with an inquisitive gaze!
A lesser woman might have buckled under the attentive glare of the imposing presence that was an 8ft tall amazon warlord sitting ontop of a fiercesome, giant tiger. Yet Thea seemed strangely lax about it all, almost suspiciously so...
@Andromedai
Anyone I guess, don't think we have a particular order, as we got quite a decent size on our cast :P
Anyone I guess, don't think we have a particular order, as we got quite a decent size on our cast :P
COLLAB POST: Skyrte & Rithy
She became animated once more at the mention of finding the relic, and immediately set off to finding it. She lead the him to an old wooden staircase, when she walked upon it, it creaked and groaned. Zhevon followed, keeping an eye on the stairs, wondering if they were strong enough to hold their weight. Soon enough, they arrived at the top. It was an attic like room, dusty and filled with cobwebs. Old paintings and sculptures lay about, gathering dust. The Gallery's original inhabitants, Zhevon guessed. He found himself wandering towards an old bookcase, full of ancient books. He grabbed one and flipped through it, reading the words fine, but making no sense of it. The contents were dense and written in an older form of high gothic. He felt dumb in its presense, so he put it under his arm, wanting to read the book of philosophy later. He looked over the book case again, finding a old leather book, bordered with heavy iron. He narrowed his eyes, recognizing the text from its spine cover.
He heard a loud rustle, and looked over to where Adrianne was. She had pulled out a shield from the corner. Zhevon looked back to the iron and leather book, which wasn't there anymore. He let out a quiet humph, it was an old book that he was very familiar with. A book of war. He took it as an omen of coming combat. Bringing his attention back to Adrianne and the shield, he walked over to her.
"I have seen a shield like this before, in the possession of an Astartes! But this feels different. It is blessed with a powerful aura of purity, capable of chasing away the corruptive influence of this building. This is no petty relic, but an object of power!" She explained, looking up at Zhevon, with a smile on her face. "I believe we have found the object we were looking for!"
Zhevon knew what the shield was, not just any combat shield, the next evolution of one. A Stormshield. "Yep. This is our thing, and not just any thing, an Astartes Stormshield..." He said, crouching down next to it.
"Mind you, it's a little heavy."
He tried to lift it, giving it a little test. "Oh yeah." He agreed, "Come on big guy, we'll get you out of here and get you back home." He gave it another heave, to no avail. He took the book from under his arm and quickly stuffed it into his ruck. He gave it once more, another heave and successfully pulled it out of the pile of dusty boxes. He stood up, letting the large shield lean on his body. He muttered something about its weight, then said strained, "Let's go, we should get to the safehouse." Wondering if she took what he asked to heart.
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Adrianne would gaze at Zhevon as the Inquisitor moved to lift the shield. The look on her face would be that of both amusement, and a little surprise when the Inquisitor finally managed to lift the shield up. Yet despite the impressive feat and show of what could only be considerable core strength, Adrianne noticed how the Inquisitor leaned threateningly to each side, as if he risked falling over at any moment!
Moving her gaze over to the staircase, she wondered how many stairs Zhevon would actually be able to make before tumbling over and falling down the entire staircase along with the shield. A morbid curiosity in her made her almost tempted to let him try, but the nobler side of her made her decide to intervene.
"You know, Inquisitor. I am not going to question your manliness or your strength... " She would start somewhat slowly, looking at the Inquisitor with a soft smirk.
"But I think you're going to feel that shield all the way through to next week if you try taking it with you down those stairs. I'm not questioning your ability, but, you are standing next to a Master of Telekinesis... "
Adrianne spoke with a slightly suggestive tone, making a small but not so subtle emote with her hand to motion at herself.
The shield was definitely no little toy by any means or interpretation. Adrianne doubted she would be able able to lift it with mere physical strength alone, but for her powers, holding that shield locked in the air in front of them would be a breeze.
It only remained to see how far Zhevon's pride would allow her to help him.
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Zhevon looked at her, down at the shield, then back at her. "No, nah, I can do this." He said, "Don't want to freak people out in the street or anything." He quickly made up the excuse. "Now... Uh..." He mumbled, slowly shuffling to the stairway. There was a little smile on his face, lugging around this huge shield reminded him of when he was a child, fetching the shield for his father when there were times of war. Except this time the shield was actually big, and heavy for the average person.
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"Understood." Adrianne said, following behind Zhevon as the Inquisitor began walking towards the staircase. Emperor forbid, she did not want to stand in front of him and potentially risk getting the shield in her head. It was better to walk behind him, so that she could clearly see if the Inquisitor was about to 'drop the ball', for lack of better words.
"This can never end well... "
She thought to herself as they approached the staircase, instinctively taking a step back to give Zhevon room.
"Are you sure the staircase can even take it?" She'd ask cautiously as they stood at the edge of the stairs. In her mind, she was convinced that it would be best for only one of them to use the stairs at a time. Judging by the noise they had made coming up, she was sure that both of them with the shield would be the last straw and the entire thing would just collapse!
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"Probably not..." He replied, taking a first step anyways. The stair groaned under the weight and Zhevon took his foot off of it. He took a second to think, then he set the shield down, and slid it down the stairs, making a series of loud thuds as the shield hit each stair. "Not the most glamorous way to get down, but it's better than falling into a dusty pit full of spiders." He said to both the shield and Adrianne. He went down the stairs after it and took his time picking it back up, again leaning it against his body.
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Adrianne would flinch at the thundering sound generated by the stormshield as it bumped down the stairs to crash down at the bottom, tearing off pieces of wood straight off both the steps and surrounding walls before violently crashing onto the floor with a loud bang!
"So much for being a venerable, priceless relic."
She would grimace at the stormshield's treatment at the hands of the Inquisitor. But it hardly did any real damage to the legendary shield, at best ripping off one of the purity seals.
Yet Adrianne would eventually just shrug her shoulders, before stepping after the Inquisitor. Her first step down the stair was cautious, as if she feared the stair would collapse after the beating it had received from the venerable Stormshield. The stormshield had probably done more damage to the building than what the building could ever hope to do to it!
But she made it down to the bottom of the stairs just fine, the steps never collapsing under her and sending her down into some forgotten daemon pit they hadn't discovered somewhere in the lower levels of the building!
"Just don't tell me I didn't warn you." Adrianne would comment when she heard another grunt from Zhevon as he carried the shield.
As they walked through the hallway, she would look out to her side and through the giant, gaping hole in the wall that she had made. The sky on the outside was a mix yellow and red, as dusk was upon the city. It looked quite bautiful from the gallery, if one could look past the devastation wrought in the hall that they were in.
But when she looked down at the plaza, she could also see a number of vehicles and heavily armed and armored arbiters rushing about. The large spotlights on the vehicles had been directed towards the building, and she could see small and curious crowds gathering at the various walkways and balconies around the gallery grounds.
"I guess the welcoming committee has finally arrived." She would comment to Zhevon, as the Inquisitor was probably too busy to even notice as he struggled to carry his shield which blocked half his view.
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"Eh?" Zhevon asked, peering forwards, "Oh."
"Identify yourselves!" A loudspeaker boomed out.
"Inquisitor Zhevon Amoxa! And company!" He yelled out to them, although not as loud as the loudspeaker.
"Identification!" The loudspeaker boomed again, wanting proof.
"I uh... Can't really!" He yelled back, shrugging with the shield, in a few seconds a rather decorated, middle aged Arbite commander walked out from the group of vehicles towards them. As the arbite got closer, he yelled, confused.
"Zhevon?! How long has it been!"
Zhevon was equally as confused, he glanced at Adrianne, "Uh, yeah! Too long buddy!"
"Five years I think, when you were flung out of that chapel and into my truck! Those were the days, adventure, action, those two months had it all!" The Arbite laughed, he waved down his troops
"Oh yeah, pity you couldn't join us."
After a few moments of 'catching up', a younger Arbite came up and whispered something into the Commanders' ear. He and Zhevon said their farewells and he left.
"I have no idea who that guy was." Zhevon admitted.
The young Arbite looked at his watch, "I'll give you guys a ride to the safehouse." He said, jogging back to a truck, he switched it on and drove closer.
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As they met with the young arbiter at the bottom of the stairs to the gallery, Adrianne would be sure to gain eye contact with the boy and motion silently towards Zhevon carrying the shield next to her.
She would not pretend to belittle the Inquisitor's manliness in front of mere local arbiters by asking out loudly, but the arbiter nonetheless seemed to understand the secret gesture as he rushed over to offer his aid to the Inquisitor.
"That's too much shield for you to handle, big boy."
While Zhevon and the young arbiter worked on pushing the huge stormshield into the back of the truck, hopefully without breaking any backs, Adrianne would enter the armored truck and take a seat at the front next to the driver seat. Maybe the Inquisitor might have objections about taking the backseat, but Adrianne was used to sitting next to the driver. Her skills as a diviner worked best when she could more easily interact with the pilot of the vehicle or grab the steering wheel should she sense danger.
When Bravo finally came around to jumping into the driver seat, Adrianne would lean her head slightly towards him.
"Take a stop at the local market. There is one at the street eight blocks north of here. I have some things that I need to pick up."
She would speak with a motionless expression while continuing to stare straight ahead out of the reinforced windshield, yet as she sat, a deep and loud growl emanated from her belly.
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Bravo looked at her stomach when he heard the growl. "Uh, yeah sure. Zhev, we'll grab some food then yeah?" Zhevon just nodded, and after a short ride they stopped at the market. It was a fairly remarkable grocery, well lit, and having very expensive food. Likely for the very wealthy nobles that like to shop for themselves. Zhevon and Bravo got out of the truck and went into the store, looking for some ingredients to cook up.
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Adrianne would soon follow the two others, whilst leaving her staff and helmet behind in the truck.
Walking into the store behind them, she'd gaze around. The store was absolutely massive, consisting of a great hall supported by four central and gigantic stone pillars. Lane upon lane of storage shelves were lined across the massive area, and the white marble floor was white and pristine to the point one could easily use it as a mirror! Even the shelves were lined and trimmed with gold paint upon onyx painted wood and steel frames.
Yet the sight did not seem to impress Adrianne. Instead, she set off to march forward, like a woman on a mission, before disappearing into the massive jungle of shelves!
Arriving some minutes later, she would once again reappear from the maze that was a market, to walk over to the counter and carrying large sacks of frozen food and junk foods, bags of chips, chocolate and various energizing drinks. She would drop it all onto the counter, to the great horror of the store assistant who stood behind it, a small and somewhat thin girl wearing a white store uniform and with her golden hair tied into a ponytail.
"Do you have a membershi,-" The girl was about to ask, but when she suddenly received an angry stare from Adrianne's purple eyes, she'd immediately go quiet and simply start processing the wares.
Once she was done with the purchase, Adrianne would walk out of the market with two giant bags, before unloading them like a small avalanche in the back of the armored arbiter truck. Procuring a bag of chocolate covered chips from one of them, she'd jump back into the passenger seat next to the driver seat and begin eating as she waited for Zhevon and his arbiter friend, crunching away at the bag's contents at an impressive rate!
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Zhevon and Bravo hopped into the truck right after Adrianne got in, having a small bag of apples and various other things, in the backseat next to the Inquisitor. It was only a short ride to the apartment complex containing the Safehouse. During the ride there, Zhevon and Bravo discussed who would carry the shield up, and ultimately it ended up being Bravo. For some reason, he had a wide grin on his face, even when hefting the shield.
The trio went up the elevator. Zhevon was moving with a purpose, and Bravo was moving with a very heavy shield. As such, they went right into the Safehouse. The Inquisitor, with his bag of apples and ingredients, walking right into the kitchen and closed the door without saying much of anything to his retinue.
Bravo however, in his arbite garb, walked over to the table and almost dropped it on the table, letting it hit with a loud thud. He wiped some sweat off his chin. He and Alpha exchanged friendly greetings.
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Having finished her bag of chocolate covered chips and stuffed the bag down into the interior door pocket of the truck, Adrianne would hop out of the vehicle and onto the street, staff and helmet in hand.
"Sure you don't need any help?" She joked to Zhevon and Bravo as they moved to unload the heavy stormshield.
Behind her, M4R1-A, her servo-skull, would float out from the armored arbiter truck to swing around as it scanned its new surroundings.
As both of her hands were already busy holding her helmet and staff, she would instead resort to using a small power of levitation on her two large grocery bags to make them float up into the air and hover next to her. The street looked empty enough to the point Adrianne felt confident enough that there was no hidden spectator that would enact a witch hunt just because he or her saw a pair of floating bags.
Following Zhevon and Bravo into the apartment building and up to the 15th floor, Adrianne would be quick to locate the living room.
"I hope starvation hasn't claimed any of you mortals yet. I come bearing relief." Adrianne would speak out to the rest of the denizens of the safehouse with a smirk as she motioned towards her two bags of junk and frozen food, before flicking her finger and causing them both to drop to the floor.
Leaning her staff against the couch and placing her skeletam helmet on the armrest, Adrianne would be quick to locate a wrapped sandwich, a bag of chips and a bottle of sparkly energy drink before she'd slump down into the couch! Lying across it, holding the baguette with both hands, she'd begin tearing through it as though she had never tasted food her entire life!
She became animated once more at the mention of finding the relic, and immediately set off to finding it. She lead the him to an old wooden staircase, when she walked upon it, it creaked and groaned. Zhevon followed, keeping an eye on the stairs, wondering if they were strong enough to hold their weight. Soon enough, they arrived at the top. It was an attic like room, dusty and filled with cobwebs. Old paintings and sculptures lay about, gathering dust. The Gallery's original inhabitants, Zhevon guessed. He found himself wandering towards an old bookcase, full of ancient books. He grabbed one and flipped through it, reading the words fine, but making no sense of it. The contents were dense and written in an older form of high gothic. He felt dumb in its presense, so he put it under his arm, wanting to read the book of philosophy later. He looked over the book case again, finding a old leather book, bordered with heavy iron. He narrowed his eyes, recognizing the text from its spine cover.
He heard a loud rustle, and looked over to where Adrianne was. She had pulled out a shield from the corner. Zhevon looked back to the iron and leather book, which wasn't there anymore. He let out a quiet humph, it was an old book that he was very familiar with. A book of war. He took it as an omen of coming combat. Bringing his attention back to Adrianne and the shield, he walked over to her.
"I have seen a shield like this before, in the possession of an Astartes! But this feels different. It is blessed with a powerful aura of purity, capable of chasing away the corruptive influence of this building. This is no petty relic, but an object of power!" She explained, looking up at Zhevon, with a smile on her face. "I believe we have found the object we were looking for!"
Zhevon knew what the shield was, not just any combat shield, the next evolution of one. A Stormshield. "Yep. This is our thing, and not just any thing, an Astartes Stormshield..." He said, crouching down next to it.
"Mind you, it's a little heavy."
He tried to lift it, giving it a little test. "Oh yeah." He agreed, "Come on big guy, we'll get you out of here and get you back home." He gave it another heave, to no avail. He took the book from under his arm and quickly stuffed it into his ruck. He gave it once more, another heave and successfully pulled it out of the pile of dusty boxes. He stood up, letting the large shield lean on his body. He muttered something about its weight, then said strained, "Let's go, we should get to the safehouse." Wondering if she took what he asked to heart.
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Adrianne would gaze at Zhevon as the Inquisitor moved to lift the shield. The look on her face would be that of both amusement, and a little surprise when the Inquisitor finally managed to lift the shield up. Yet despite the impressive feat and show of what could only be considerable core strength, Adrianne noticed how the Inquisitor leaned threateningly to each side, as if he risked falling over at any moment!
Moving her gaze over to the staircase, she wondered how many stairs Zhevon would actually be able to make before tumbling over and falling down the entire staircase along with the shield. A morbid curiosity in her made her almost tempted to let him try, but the nobler side of her made her decide to intervene.
"You know, Inquisitor. I am not going to question your manliness or your strength... " She would start somewhat slowly, looking at the Inquisitor with a soft smirk.
"But I think you're going to feel that shield all the way through to next week if you try taking it with you down those stairs. I'm not questioning your ability, but, you are standing next to a Master of Telekinesis... "
Adrianne spoke with a slightly suggestive tone, making a small but not so subtle emote with her hand to motion at herself.
The shield was definitely no little toy by any means or interpretation. Adrianne doubted she would be able able to lift it with mere physical strength alone, but for her powers, holding that shield locked in the air in front of them would be a breeze.
It only remained to see how far Zhevon's pride would allow her to help him.
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Zhevon looked at her, down at the shield, then back at her. "No, nah, I can do this." He said, "Don't want to freak people out in the street or anything." He quickly made up the excuse. "Now... Uh..." He mumbled, slowly shuffling to the stairway. There was a little smile on his face, lugging around this huge shield reminded him of when he was a child, fetching the shield for his father when there were times of war. Except this time the shield was actually big, and heavy for the average person.
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"Understood." Adrianne said, following behind Zhevon as the Inquisitor began walking towards the staircase. Emperor forbid, she did not want to stand in front of him and potentially risk getting the shield in her head. It was better to walk behind him, so that she could clearly see if the Inquisitor was about to 'drop the ball', for lack of better words.
"This can never end well... "
She thought to herself as they approached the staircase, instinctively taking a step back to give Zhevon room.
"Are you sure the staircase can even take it?" She'd ask cautiously as they stood at the edge of the stairs. In her mind, she was convinced that it would be best for only one of them to use the stairs at a time. Judging by the noise they had made coming up, she was sure that both of them with the shield would be the last straw and the entire thing would just collapse!
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"Probably not..." He replied, taking a first step anyways. The stair groaned under the weight and Zhevon took his foot off of it. He took a second to think, then he set the shield down, and slid it down the stairs, making a series of loud thuds as the shield hit each stair. "Not the most glamorous way to get down, but it's better than falling into a dusty pit full of spiders." He said to both the shield and Adrianne. He went down the stairs after it and took his time picking it back up, again leaning it against his body.
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Adrianne would flinch at the thundering sound generated by the stormshield as it bumped down the stairs to crash down at the bottom, tearing off pieces of wood straight off both the steps and surrounding walls before violently crashing onto the floor with a loud bang!
"So much for being a venerable, priceless relic."
She would grimace at the stormshield's treatment at the hands of the Inquisitor. But it hardly did any real damage to the legendary shield, at best ripping off one of the purity seals.
Yet Adrianne would eventually just shrug her shoulders, before stepping after the Inquisitor. Her first step down the stair was cautious, as if she feared the stair would collapse after the beating it had received from the venerable Stormshield. The stormshield had probably done more damage to the building than what the building could ever hope to do to it!
But she made it down to the bottom of the stairs just fine, the steps never collapsing under her and sending her down into some forgotten daemon pit they hadn't discovered somewhere in the lower levels of the building!
"Just don't tell me I didn't warn you." Adrianne would comment when she heard another grunt from Zhevon as he carried the shield.
As they walked through the hallway, she would look out to her side and through the giant, gaping hole in the wall that she had made. The sky on the outside was a mix yellow and red, as dusk was upon the city. It looked quite bautiful from the gallery, if one could look past the devastation wrought in the hall that they were in.
But when she looked down at the plaza, she could also see a number of vehicles and heavily armed and armored arbiters rushing about. The large spotlights on the vehicles had been directed towards the building, and she could see small and curious crowds gathering at the various walkways and balconies around the gallery grounds.
"I guess the welcoming committee has finally arrived." She would comment to Zhevon, as the Inquisitor was probably too busy to even notice as he struggled to carry his shield which blocked half his view.
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"Eh?" Zhevon asked, peering forwards, "Oh."
"Identify yourselves!" A loudspeaker boomed out.
"Inquisitor Zhevon Amoxa! And company!" He yelled out to them, although not as loud as the loudspeaker.
"Identification!" The loudspeaker boomed again, wanting proof.
"I uh... Can't really!" He yelled back, shrugging with the shield, in a few seconds a rather decorated, middle aged Arbite commander walked out from the group of vehicles towards them. As the arbite got closer, he yelled, confused.
"Zhevon?! How long has it been!"
Zhevon was equally as confused, he glanced at Adrianne, "Uh, yeah! Too long buddy!"
"Five years I think, when you were flung out of that chapel and into my truck! Those were the days, adventure, action, those two months had it all!" The Arbite laughed, he waved down his troops
"Oh yeah, pity you couldn't join us."
After a few moments of 'catching up', a younger Arbite came up and whispered something into the Commanders' ear. He and Zhevon said their farewells and he left.
"I have no idea who that guy was." Zhevon admitted.
The young Arbite looked at his watch, "I'll give you guys a ride to the safehouse." He said, jogging back to a truck, he switched it on and drove closer.
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As they met with the young arbiter at the bottom of the stairs to the gallery, Adrianne would be sure to gain eye contact with the boy and motion silently towards Zhevon carrying the shield next to her.
She would not pretend to belittle the Inquisitor's manliness in front of mere local arbiters by asking out loudly, but the arbiter nonetheless seemed to understand the secret gesture as he rushed over to offer his aid to the Inquisitor.
"That's too much shield for you to handle, big boy."
While Zhevon and the young arbiter worked on pushing the huge stormshield into the back of the truck, hopefully without breaking any backs, Adrianne would enter the armored truck and take a seat at the front next to the driver seat. Maybe the Inquisitor might have objections about taking the backseat, but Adrianne was used to sitting next to the driver. Her skills as a diviner worked best when she could more easily interact with the pilot of the vehicle or grab the steering wheel should she sense danger.
When Bravo finally came around to jumping into the driver seat, Adrianne would lean her head slightly towards him.
"Take a stop at the local market. There is one at the street eight blocks north of here. I have some things that I need to pick up."
She would speak with a motionless expression while continuing to stare straight ahead out of the reinforced windshield, yet as she sat, a deep and loud growl emanated from her belly.
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Bravo looked at her stomach when he heard the growl. "Uh, yeah sure. Zhev, we'll grab some food then yeah?" Zhevon just nodded, and after a short ride they stopped at the market. It was a fairly remarkable grocery, well lit, and having very expensive food. Likely for the very wealthy nobles that like to shop for themselves. Zhevon and Bravo got out of the truck and went into the store, looking for some ingredients to cook up.
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Adrianne would soon follow the two others, whilst leaving her staff and helmet behind in the truck.
Walking into the store behind them, she'd gaze around. The store was absolutely massive, consisting of a great hall supported by four central and gigantic stone pillars. Lane upon lane of storage shelves were lined across the massive area, and the white marble floor was white and pristine to the point one could easily use it as a mirror! Even the shelves were lined and trimmed with gold paint upon onyx painted wood and steel frames.
Yet the sight did not seem to impress Adrianne. Instead, she set off to march forward, like a woman on a mission, before disappearing into the massive jungle of shelves!
Arriving some minutes later, she would once again reappear from the maze that was a market, to walk over to the counter and carrying large sacks of frozen food and junk foods, bags of chips, chocolate and various energizing drinks. She would drop it all onto the counter, to the great horror of the store assistant who stood behind it, a small and somewhat thin girl wearing a white store uniform and with her golden hair tied into a ponytail.
"Do you have a membershi,-" The girl was about to ask, but when she suddenly received an angry stare from Adrianne's purple eyes, she'd immediately go quiet and simply start processing the wares.
Once she was done with the purchase, Adrianne would walk out of the market with two giant bags, before unloading them like a small avalanche in the back of the armored arbiter truck. Procuring a bag of chocolate covered chips from one of them, she'd jump back into the passenger seat next to the driver seat and begin eating as she waited for Zhevon and his arbiter friend, crunching away at the bag's contents at an impressive rate!
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Zhevon and Bravo hopped into the truck right after Adrianne got in, having a small bag of apples and various other things, in the backseat next to the Inquisitor. It was only a short ride to the apartment complex containing the Safehouse. During the ride there, Zhevon and Bravo discussed who would carry the shield up, and ultimately it ended up being Bravo. For some reason, he had a wide grin on his face, even when hefting the shield.
The trio went up the elevator. Zhevon was moving with a purpose, and Bravo was moving with a very heavy shield. As such, they went right into the Safehouse. The Inquisitor, with his bag of apples and ingredients, walking right into the kitchen and closed the door without saying much of anything to his retinue.
Bravo however, in his arbite garb, walked over to the table and almost dropped it on the table, letting it hit with a loud thud. He wiped some sweat off his chin. He and Alpha exchanged friendly greetings.
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Having finished her bag of chocolate covered chips and stuffed the bag down into the interior door pocket of the truck, Adrianne would hop out of the vehicle and onto the street, staff and helmet in hand.
"Sure you don't need any help?" She joked to Zhevon and Bravo as they moved to unload the heavy stormshield.
Behind her, M4R1-A, her servo-skull, would float out from the armored arbiter truck to swing around as it scanned its new surroundings.
As both of her hands were already busy holding her helmet and staff, she would instead resort to using a small power of levitation on her two large grocery bags to make them float up into the air and hover next to her. The street looked empty enough to the point Adrianne felt confident enough that there was no hidden spectator that would enact a witch hunt just because he or her saw a pair of floating bags.
Following Zhevon and Bravo into the apartment building and up to the 15th floor, Adrianne would be quick to locate the living room.
"I hope starvation hasn't claimed any of you mortals yet. I come bearing relief." Adrianne would speak out to the rest of the denizens of the safehouse with a smirk as she motioned towards her two bags of junk and frozen food, before flicking her finger and causing them both to drop to the floor.
Leaning her staff against the couch and placing her skeletam helmet on the armrest, Adrianne would be quick to locate a wrapped sandwich, a bag of chips and a bottle of sparkly energy drink before she'd slump down into the couch! Lying across it, holding the baguette with both hands, she'd begin tearing through it as though she had never tasted food her entire life!
Hold on to your butts, BIG COLLAB POST INC!
Hmm, should probably keep the CS up to date with ammo/weapon status as it changes, I should...
I've been toying with the idea of adding positive/negative character traits to the CS :P
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