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Threebags Satisfied that his query has been answered, Threebags nods wordlessly and zones out, becoming lost in tangled plots involving the abduction of quite a few unsanctionned witches sure to be crowding Scintilla's dilapidated underbelly.
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Threebags "Theatrics. Charming. And now I will have to deal with this man screaming into my head from time to time." Threebags shakes his head. "Not that any of you would know what that would entail." He lets out a small laugh" Well maybe you do now... Not a pretty sight." The little man sighs, and a small brown blob falls from under his cloak. Surveying the remains of the nameless wretch Aethun had cast away, Threebags can't help but take it in as a probable future for at least some of the Sovereign's new crew. Not him, though. He would find a way to stay useful - at least until he got what he wanted. "Waste not, want not, as they say." He says as he takes off right behind the floating drone. As he leaves, the small pouch he left behind slowly drags itself to the whore's corpse. It inches slowly at first, but then works itself into a soundless frenzy as it starts boring into the shell's guts. The man called Tibur seemed of a jovial sort - Threebags could definitely appreciate that. "Mr. Tibur! Realspace colleague! It will surely be a pleasure to be working with you. We must...Must toast to this, our first walk on the bridge of our ship, the start of the endeavor that will end us all as we know ourselves." He grabs the tray off a branded attendant's hands, and passes it around. " To our Future; Both our group's and our own." With a flourish, he empties his glass, and picks another up. "Now, I assuredly can't speak for the rest of our fine warband, but I myself have never been privy to the inner workings of a voidcraft. Tibur, my good man, care to give us a tour of the ship? Why, we could end it at the officer's quarters so Vincent and the good father may refresh themselves. Two birds with one stone!" The psyker exclaims, flashing an impossibly wide grin.
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Threebags Threebags wanders around the ship, led around by what appears to be a cadre of ratings. "Wait, this is the great fighting pit you kept telling me about? Look at that frail thing. Probably hasn't had anything to eat for weeks." He casually pushes the senior rating into the pit, and smiles affectionately as the xeno beast below rips into the voidsman. "Are we heading for the Choir chambers next? Yes, yes. Let's take the railway this time. I tire of walking."
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Threebags Having gotten rid of his welcoming party, Threebags briefly considers the approach he should take with his new underlings. A speech is what they needed. Clearly these wretches needed direction. But that would be for another day - Preferably one where the singing of the ship's cannons could add to the speech. "Alright, Grandma. Show me your singing voice. You too, pipsqueak."
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Threebags Threebags frowns. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought this was a Choir Chamber, not a Reliquarium from the fifth crusade filled with aeon-old antiques and...young... Oh I don't even care. What do you actually do here? And yes, that you means all of you."
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Threebags Threebags frowns even harder. "So, you mean to say that the UNBOUND daemonhost somehow needs me to goad it out of its nonexistent bindings. In order to ascend to the lofty post of head astropath." The exasperated little man walks towards the youth, and snatches the lho out of his hand. He takes an obnoxiously long puff, and hands it back. "I...I will deal with you later. Carry on whatever...Important duties...You were attending to." This is why he preferred to work alone. You could never trust the staff to be the least bit competent. And with that out of the way, Threebags makes his way back to the bridge, wondering what else he'd have to deal with today. Just a reminder that Threebags has warp sense, which means that he is basically constantly making psyniscience checks as free actions - He can also read people's auras just by looking at them. So did he see anything weird about the old lady and the rest of the fake choir?
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Threebags Wandering through the ship in a vaguely bridge-wards direction, Threebags tries to keep an eye out for one of the many new hidey-holes he plans to maintain throughout the ship.
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May 31, 2013 03:19
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Threebags "So it seems we already have a traitor amongst us." The little psyker muses. "My dear Olivia, pray tell us all how this purge of our hold can be activated. Maybe that can help us narrow down the options for the culprit." I am totally down with all the things being discussed at the moment.
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Threebags Threebags snickers, letting out a small chuckle. "So, how long before we are underway?" For Hieronymus only: Hieronymus hears a familiar voice in his head. "Bet you feel pretty foolish about telling everyone you were going to inspect the bridge before accidentally spacing our supplies, don't you?" The message is punctuated by a small wink, however impossible that may be. What a dick.
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Threebags "Well, whoever that was, it wasn't our good bosun, Mr. Tibur. He came on the tour of the ship with me. We saw the fighting pits - nothing to write home about."
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Threebags The short jaunt into the warp seemed to have had a peculiar effect on Mr. Threebags. The distance separating him with the warp actually augmenting because of the Gellar field, he feels the connection uniting him with his eponymous bags weaken. To the point where for the first time in a long, long while, his thoughts actually start to wander in dark, sobering places. And then it all comes back, as abruptly as it had left him, leaving even more dazed than he usually is. Totally unknowing of the present situation, he stands in a corner of the bridge, the whispers emanating from him drawing even more glances than usual from nearby ratings.
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Threebags Lysandra's flashy getup is enough to make the wiry man snap out of his reverie. "So, let me get this straight. You were made for this kind of thing, yes? Infiltration, cozying up to people. Stabbing them where it hurts." He looks her over once more. "And a fine job your hereteks did. But here is the real question. Do you actually enjoy it? Or is it just work for you?"
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Threebags Threebags seems lost in thought for a few seconds before answering his seneschal's query. "Well Lysandra, I'd like to think there is a difference. The motive behind the things we do is often the most interesting aspect of our actions. At least, that's what I think." As he is about to go on, Vorgash cuts in. He listens with a small smile, which breaks into a toothy grin as Vincent completes what the sorceror had said. "I think this is the first time anyone has ever thought to use me as a protector of sorts, oh Transcendent one." He lets out a few dry laughs. " I think that the unique requirements of this task are much better suited to Mr. Dimarco's particular skillset. But since you asked so nicely, I will watch on, from the shadows. As a bard! It's what I used to be, you know. I'd like to think I haven't lost my touch." He punctuates his words with what can only be described as a small riff on an air guitar. Lysandra only: As Vorgash rambles on about other people's duties, Lysandra hears a familiar voice in her head. It sounds almost...Nostalgic."You know, it's been a long time since someone asked me a question like that. I think I used to have a purpose. But then again, it might have been a dream." I will be hard to reach until next sunday. Feel free to have Threebags act if you need him to. I'll try to post, but don't expect much.
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Threebags Threebags coughs out a lung. He is about to speak, when he decides intruding into the pasty lawyer's mind would me much more enjoyable. For
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Threebags Fuming, Threebags literally shakes with rage as he is escorted out of the Third Sector Bank of Scintilla. As he reluctantly puts one foot in front of the other, he silently vows to make Stephen Gramsh get his. With a lot of effort, he manages to still his mind long enough to spit out a few words to his comrades. "I will... I have errands to run in the underhive. I will be back before this all starts. I must take penance for my actions." His cloak takes a greyish tinge, and with that, the little psyker melts away into the omnipresent press of Scintillans. Going to take a few hours before I return to the ship in order to A) Take penance, B) Hopefully find a low-level witch for my choir and C) Find some info on this Heston fellow, in no particular order.
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Threebags Once more, Threebags was to be confronted by a conundrum of abyssal depths. What to do? He was no sleuth, that was for sure. He would miss any hidden hatch, or switch, or cleverly thought out riddle to answer. But there was one thing he found he could always count on. A worrying smile crosses his face. "Use your head, Threebags!" Ramming that wall with the power of MY MIND. Gonna telekine at her to punch through, at fetted.
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Threebags Busy juggling with a number of baggies, Threebags drops a few of them after hearing Vincent's words. "What? Lure them? What are we, zonderkommandos on the warpath? These people are the police and you want to assault their headquarters. And you want to do that stealthily, somehow. No." Threebags pauses dramatically, and raises one of the little baggies in the air. "What we do, is create a distraction. And then take advantage of it. Catch!" He says, as he throws one of the packets straight at Vincent. "I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure a few strategically gifted packets of warp-infused drugs will be enough to cause a racket big enough to warrant the sending of a small arbites patrol, even in a place like this".
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Threebags The little psyker eyes the fallen tech adept oddly, cracking a wide grin. "My dearest Magos, you should know by now; The first taste is always on the house" As Threebags pauses for another short bow, he stops handling the packets as they continue circling through the air. One of them shoots out, and lands lightly into Xanatova's outstretched hand. Classy. "What we do" He says, as he turns towards Vincent, "Is add fuel to the fire. I think the most desperate, exhausted, and pathetic they are,the better, really. Can't go wrong with the most expendable of the bunch."
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Threebags Threebags nods and mumbles affirmatively, clearly enjoying the pent up frustration coming to light.
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Threebags "Good! Taking charge! That is why we need our dear leader. Now that this meaningless bout of chit-chat is over, I suggest we get to work." I vote we do this bit quick-like before we get stuck! It's pretty much an optional mission, anyway.
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Threebags Scintilla was, as the capital world of the segmentum, known as a place of wealth, luxury and excess. And even if these descriptors usually spoke of darker things, Threebags was pleased to note that they still applied to more pedestrian matters, as he bit through his third Moonworm cruller. The buttery confection was, simply put, an amazing piece of pastry. With a sip of recaf, it would massage its way down his throat, and tickle his guts the way he thought sweetmeats tickled his bags. Which made him ponder things for awhile. What was he doing here? When had the bags last been fed? And how was that so-called demonhost doing on board the ship? Probably lounging on his chair, is what. He frowns. To granny bumpkins back on the ship: GET OFF MY CHAIR. And then it hit him. Much like Vorgash preaching on about the rightness of... Things. A presence in the warp. And, simultaneously, a few arbites popping onto the scene he was supposed to have been watching. He scowls, throws a few thrones onto the table, and rushes out of the café, into the waiting truck around the alley. "I've seen then move into position. We should wait for the fireworks." The little man says, as he notices Flint and the other Chaos Marines fondling their various weapons. "We mortals should wait for the fireworks. I wouldn't dare to dictate your actions, my lords. Perhaps you will go?" He straightens his suit, and zips up the synskin's cowl over his face. "I've sensed a presence in the warp. Vorgash, do you feel it as well?" Psyniscience at 46. TAKE THAT VORGASH.
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Threebags Threebags blinks. "I am sorry, but if I do not understand the plan, there is a very distinct possibility that I may undermine it through ignorance. Would you please explain what you have in mind, Transcendent one?"
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Threebags "There is something at play here that we don't know about. Dammit, we should of tested the drugs!" He turns towards Vorgash, and adds. "So you just want me to provoke him?" Frankie! fucked around with this message at 05:12 on Jul 23, 2013 |
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Threebags "Well then, let's just stand by. If the Ventilators arrive, this could become an interesting show."
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Threebags Threebags smiles. "Actually, since neither of us has done anything spooky up to now... I'd say those chances are between slim and none. Probably has his hands full with the baggies. Those things do let out an impressive stench, let me tell you." "Luckily for us, I left the rest of the drugs back on the lighter."
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Threebags Threebags was sweating even more than usual. There would be damp spots all over him, if not for the synskin."So, now we have a name. Gate-Dust. But a gate to what? Death, certainly, if we stay here long enough."
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Threebags "Very well. Then let us leave this place and its nosy inquisition-types for... Greener pastures."
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Threebags Threebags glances through the van's window at the approaching Arbites. "We can have this fascinating discussion somewhere far, far away from here. You know, somewhere where the aforementioned inquisitorial killteam won't be right on top of us in the next five minutes. I would drive us out of here. Alas, the mysteries of wheeled vehicles elude me still." Threebags pushes his way to Schecte, clipping him on the side of the head. "Get us away from here you fool." I'm getting the hell out of here by foot if you clowns don't make up your minds in the next 30 seconds or so. Edit: I dunno if we were leaving before, but now we sure are. Frankie! fucked around with this message at 13:31 on Jul 25, 2013 |
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Threebags Being lightly booted out of the cab by a space marine wasn't Threebags's idea of being subtle, but he knew how to roll with punches. He had to - it used to be his job, after all. With a few veins bulging, he draws his weapon, and focuses his will... Xanatova only: Power up the jammer right now, pretty lady; I'm going in dry. Shifting his gaze into the warp, he singles out the apparent leader of the pack, Unzips his cowl, and holsters his pistol in plain view, looking warily back towards where gunfire can still be heard. "The situation has deteriorated." He says, his voice suddenly gravelly. "We've fallen right on to a ventilator processing plant. Gate dust everywhere, the works. They even have a loving jammmer online - no way to contact HQ. Resistance is... Much more than we'd anticipated. They've pinned down the Judge... Even the Big Guy's having some trouble." He turns towards the van. "The vents have somehow gotten their mitts onto AT equipment. Blew up our cruisers. We had to commandeer this hunk of junk to extract." The fake agent turns back towards the arbitrator. "You need to contact the rest of the cordon. They're making a stand in there and we need every man in the fight. Go and get them, and link up. They're right in front of that café with the crullers - Mimo's. We're going back, gonna bring up the big guns. We're gonna need your vox operator. Ours got nailed. We'll probably be able to hail HQ a mile or two from here. Their jammer can't be that strong, can it? Ganger scum." Telepathy at fetted. Delude at fetted. Deceive is 43+ 10 (aura reading) + 20 delude = 73 1d100=62 Edit: vvv yep, it is. vvv Frankie! fucked around with this message at 14:07 on Jul 26, 2013 |
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Threebags Looking even smugger than usual, Threebags loads himself into the lighter, pausing only to give Xanatova a quick wink.
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Threebags "So much for rappelling!" Threebags yells out, hanging meekly off the side of the train. The team's lack of a dedicated pilot had reared its ugly head, and of course he was the one feeling its consequences. "A hand, my lord Vorgash? Why thank you."
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Threebags Threebags watches with bemused horror as Vorgash chomps up the fallen judge's brain matter and somehow starts to glean information from it. Making a mental note not to gently caress with the Sorceror unless really, hilariously desperate, he takes a minute to scrawl an obscene message about the judge's mother in his own blood. Ventilators! gently caress yeah! It was the best he could do under the circumstances, and he honestly had a lot of trouble thinking that their false flag op would work considering they'd just opened a man's head to eat his brain, but on the other hand he was no expert on hiver gangs. Who was he to judge? Satisfied with his tag, Threebags attempts to gather his will once more, potentially finding the train's precious inquisitorial cargo before it manages to get some kind of message out. Manifesting Psycholocation - 83 (53 skill + 20 psy rating + 10 focus). And...Gonna try Warp Time again (62). If I manage to get a lock on something interesting I'll broadcast its position to the teams with telepathy.
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Threebags "Well that went about as well as I thought it would. Next time, please allow me to restrain any suicidal imperials you intend to convert before attempting to do so." Threebags waits for the torrent of blood coming from the fallen interrogator to subside before performing a quick pat-down.
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Threebags "I don't know about the rest of you, but I didn't come this far just to go back the other way." Threebags says, as he clicks the engine car's door open.
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