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Current I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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The fires of hell did not kill me.
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No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
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I'm moderately interested in this. I'll have to think of a character that would be different somehow.
@Dannyrulx

I'll try to keep it to one meme a day.


The demonic glow faded from the vampire's eyes and his speaking gradually made him return to looking more like an ally than a renegade supernatural that needed to be put down. He checked the swan broach on his suit briefly, not otherwise concerned with the condition of his garb. He answered Seph, "The weapon will be found in the wreckage, along with many mutilated bodies and several with well-placed bullets inside them. Evidence of the alien ship or the parasitic plague may be inconclusive, especially if any of the affected managed to escape and contact the media with their own version of the story. Even now, they would appear to us as normal humans. We have no means of tracking them. The cavern beneath the church might be played as a sinkhole, or the result of a bomb that had been brought in by some madman... with a gun... which was registered ambiguously as property of Paranormal Research Investigation and Eradication Syndicate... which Director Hadley will report as stolen... which will raise questions of why he had not reported it stolen sooner, or why any agent of his would have been there, botched a mission, or betrayed the Syndicate, branding our kind again with a bad name... As you can see, poor Bill will be inundated in red tape and legal pressure by the large percentage of the human population which are convinced we are part of the problem and want to see us all eradicated."

Mithias didn't look at Seph as he spoke, instead continuing to passive-aggressively stare at the pathetic pile of rubble that had been a church and slamming the whole team with a sudden silence that was vengeful and somber.

The verbal lashing lingered for a moment as no one really knew how to respond. Finally, Mithias began walking back to the scene. "I'll retrieve a body."

@thewizardguy, you really should tell @Absolis she can post.

- Captain Leal Lattore-


Leal watched as Ishitta and her entourage stormed toward their lander. The Cannoness and her sisters were strong headed, a trait that Leal found to be perpetuated by this ambiguity that was religion. Certainly blind faith had its risks, but there was nothing heretical about mere love for the Emperor itself. Leal himself practiced meditation and had chanted the mantras of the space marines as oft as anyone of them. Perhaps was his form of prayer. Still, regardless of how worshipful he may have felt at times, he preferred to remain practical and grounded. The Emperor had been material, not a god, and although he had been exorbitantly powerful, even He was limited, as had been unfortunately proven by his final death. It was merely a human flaw to stretch perception into fantasy, to think the Emperor had been a God, although when it came to the warp, unbelievable things were possible. Leal considered how well founded the sisters beliefs were when ascribed to the new emperor. There were certainly no gods here now, yet she defended him like one. Sadly, Leal decided that Ishitta had displaced her devotion in her grief, like so many others would, yet he did not know what should be done about this.

On that heavy note, Leal progressed to leave, but was halted again by Alexius' call. He turned, then bowed cordially. It seemed ages in exile hadn't tarnished his mannors. Captain Lattore readily gave a confidant reply, "It shall be as you command, Inquisitor. I would be most humbled and honored to convene with you. I will teleport aboard shortly." The grey-clad space marine seemed strangely, almost eager to hold this audience with the time-warped remnants of the original Inquisition. Alexius felt a faint psychic echo of something... vengeful? A test of wills? The exact details of this distant memory were uncertain, but it seemed to come from Lattore.

Aboard the Imperium Immemoriam, the captain discoursed with his marines. Being commanded by simple, unaltered humans was easily accepted as all good and just as intended by the Emperor originally. Referring to someone else as emperor was a bit of a stretch, but stretch it did as Leal explained the logic in it. "It is simply the way it must be. It is how the Imperium of Man has always functioned. Emperor Amastov is obviously not THE Emperor, and there is a council before him. He is neither a blasphemous impersonator nor a warped tyrant, but a sole hero bravely uniting our shattered elements under our own flag. He needs our loyalty, the Imperium needs our loyalty..."

And so it was the best of speeches he could muster, full of hope and inspiration. The Relictors were for the most part in agreement. Belief in the cause was important for morale on the battlefield, and Leal was determined to maintain that.

The daemonweapons, all except the captain's, were locked away on the starfort to limit their malific influence until they would inevitably be needed again. Leal's weapon however, was of a different character, a polar-opposite psychic energy. He specifically intended to take it with him aboard the Wandering Chronos.

Not too long after orders on the Starfort were given, Leal teleported over to the Inquisitor's battleship. Blackness and blue lights washed over his vision to reveal the boarding platform where Leal hailed Alexius' men. He came alone, the strange relicblade quiet by his side adorned with delicate silver chains and wrapped with several reels of prayer scripts. The irony being of course that they were a mere formality. The angel blade was actually unaffected. Lifting his gauntlets aside his head, Leal removed his helm, revealing a light-skinned man with long, silver hair and cold blue eyes. He looked young for an old man, which was strange to say the least. It seemed that the shear strength of his spirit alone was keeping him in such vibrant condition, like death itself had refused to touch him until his force of will backed off first. "I am here for Inquisitor Commenus."
There will be many 40K memes.

That's evil.
@TemplarKnight07 I did see the tarot deck and the force sword.

I also did make Lattore a battle psyker. He might be privy to visions and shit, if that is ok.
If we combine the heads of all our scientist characters, we will win.
Hey. Which charaters have psychic ability in this rp?
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