Sophrus

Illuminati: Becouse the world won't run itself. [Light Hearted, Conspiracy, Urban Magic, Dark Humour]

Whos turn is it now?

This galaxy isn't yours! (On hiatus)

I do still like the idea of an argument between several people if the roaming office buildings should be considered for the population.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

manatee won...

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Ga'duk wandered the Hulk with Thorn and several new people. He didn't bring up much conversation as he was trying to be vigilant against the gene-stealers or whatever horrors came at them. He was quickly becoming bored with the vigilance, and hungry. His stomach had grumbled several times, each time Ga'duk searched his little ammo bag for a snack and it was disappointing each time. Currently it was fine, He was accustomed to going a while without food sometimes boarding actions on an enemy vessel could take many hours or when food rations where withheld from him for punishment. It was still an uncomfortable feeling that he was displeased by and he was about to announce, loudly, that he was hungry. He never got the chance, as he inhaled to speak the sound skittering tyrannid rose behind them.

Ga'duk uttered what sounded like a very childish "uh-oh" except for it being several octaves too deep, before chambering an explosive shell into his grenade gauntlet and choking his grip up on his ax to swing it easier in the corridor. He turned to face the incoming Tyrannid backing up with the rest of the group, eyes searching for hostiles. The sound grew in volume and intensity quickly even while the incoming horde was not yet visible, to the point that Ga'duk was becoming concerned above thoughts of food. When the Gene-stealers finally came into the light of their lamps Ga'duk was stunned for a moment as the Tyrannid horde was so vast that they could not be confined to the floor of the corridor and the front of the charge was covering the whole interior of the corridor, and likely the outside of it as well. Within the great horde a huge Broodlord charged as well. Ga'duk glaced back at Thorn, even Ga'duk knew that the odds of surviving this was approximately 0. He pleaded, desperate for orders unsure what action he could take to protect his impromptu unit from being consumed

"Wh-What do boss?" he said, the false start the entire indication of his fear. He glanced back at the rushing horde and made a decision for himself before Thorn could speak, something that he would have otherwise been proud of if about 12 memories of commissars executing cowards didn't flare up in his head. It didnt matter however, there where none of the mean men in funny hats here right now so he could worry about it later. He turned on his heel and ran for his life, with a surprisingly calm manta of "No, No, No, No, No..."

The sprint for his life did little to protect him however as he ran out of the corridor and noticed a unit of Battle Ssters who where embattled with Space Marines. Several bolter shells detonated around him, sending hot shrapnel digging into his exposed flesh. He tried to think desperately and decided Thorn, or one of the other marines, could figure the next move out for him. Because deciding for himself has not seemed to improve the situation.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Oh! i misunderstood where the genestealers where... and i realized i should have read JB's closer lol.

Rewriting... typity type type type.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@BCTheEntity if you dont mind, im going to post and place us on the other side of the door that our evil firendly Dread mage is working on opening.

Illuminati: Becouse the world won't run itself. [Light Hearted, Conspiracy, Urban Magic, Dark Humour]

@JamesMuddy im thankful that im not totally alone with utter lunatics btw. I am expecting we shall become comedic foils for the other character's silliness.

Illuminati: Becouse the world won't run itself. [Light Hearted, Conspiracy, Urban Magic, Dark Humour]

Mr. Ryan

Mr. Ryan sat in the back of the car reading his tablet, devouring information about Charlie Ledmark. He needed not only to understand how Mr. Ledmark thinks but also dirt to weight any situation in his favor. He also takes stock of his "team" a ragged bunch of misfits. Not that it matters, his only job was to get assets for the team, make a tidy profit for Finance, Oh and acquire whatever corrupted materials causing trouble. The skull cracking and espionage was not Finance's job and he would be damned if he had to do anything so low as fighting. His most curious case was Sophia, initially she was an insufferable moron complaining about anything she could find to complain about. He noticed that her act was too thick, nobody was actually that dumb... or at least nobody who survives in the Illuminati for long was that dumb. He considered saying something but decided against it, because again its not his job.

The drive up to.. Billsvill or whatever the town was called, was actually somewhat pleasant. The ride through the countryside was quite zen when bob wasn't bugging him to trick the ditsy woman into selling her soul or while reading everything he could dig up about Charlie. Bob, the demon, had bugged Mr. Ryan several times during the drive but this could not be observed by anyone else as it was all in Mr. Ryan's head. An arrangement that was occasionally very surprising when office chairs or passenger seats where suddenly occupied by a skeletal demon. However he had gotten used to it well enough to not talk aloud when replying to Bob, and only mouth the words soundlessly.

On arrival Mr. Ryan took note of the weird yellowness of, well, everything. It was weird but not something that he could solve right away, and he was sure that RnD or Damage Control would deal with it. He followed Sophie into the Inn but ahead of the rest of the team, he sighed audibly while Sophie was making her Incredibly stupid statements. Although he was surprised by the sudden alteration of her accent, but he discounted it while turning on his charm and least threatening visage.

"Excuse her" He said to the woman behind the counter while collecting the several keys, "I am Mr. Ryan, I wish to thank you for your hospitality, I know we informed you that we will be reserving these rooms. I am going to pay you in advance for the week" he nods at her presenting a practiced harmless smile, along with a small pile of fresh crisp bills which amounts to 10% more than the group of rooms would cost for the week. "And keep the change love" he says winking with a tone that slides to a vague English accent. An accent that he only mastered because Americans always seem to like, and more importantly trust, people with the slight accent.

Just as he finished talking Bob appeared behind the woman at the counter, no puff of smoke or fading in, one moment he was not there and the next he just was. Not truly of course the Bob image was just in his mind and would have been imperceptible even to those who can see demons on a regular basis. The bob image lightly caressed the girl's arm, "I like this one Oscar... I want her." The skeleton said, again only Mr. Ryan could hear him. 'Not now Bob, I'm working... wait, why do you want her?' Oscar mouthed soundlessly and almost not moving his lips at all but he did eye the girl more closely trying to figure out what Bob was so intrigued by. "I have my reasons" hissed the demon but did not elaborate at all. 'Well Bob, Ill consider it, but i wont make you any promises. I still remember what happened last time...' He briefly remembered two months of agonizingly tedious seduction/bribery/coercion with a Mormon girl before he managed to get her soul to bob.

He lightly tapped the keys on the counter and nodded again to the girl, gears still running to figure out why Bob wanted the her. He turned with the handful of keys ready to pass them out to the gang, trying to put on an air that seemed like he was an agent or manager of the group who conducted their business affairs. Which was somewhat true, as he was in command of their payment and allocation of resources... a fact he was willing to use as incentive if need be.

Illuminati: Becouse the world won't run itself. [Light Hearted, Conspiracy, Urban Magic, Dark Humour]

Mission accomplished lol.

I am now regretting making a sensible person as opposed to a total manic

Illuminati: Becouse the world won't run itself. [Light Hearted, Conspiracy, Urban Magic, Dark Humour]

@ClocktowerEchos

I mean this in the most amusing and loving way possible.

But, what the fuck clock hahahahahaha.