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Kayleen "What?" Kayleen pauses. "I know my questions are usually more complex, but still, what?" She hits a button and the green, glowing metal gun unleashes a discharge of smoke. Kayleen doesn't holster it, not after there's been two ambushes in less than 30 minutes. "Also, what's our immediate plan of action here?" Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 17:25 on Oct 3, 2013 |
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Veneficus Veneficus puts his weapons away, extinguishes the flames on his third arm, and strokes Tzeencobo's back. "Well, I suppose that counts as entertainment to some people."
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Dr Hugh "Well then, now that this is done..." Hugh is once again audible, obviously having turned his suits speakers back on. "I could really use another cup of caf... oh dear. The pot. It's broken." Gauntleted hands remove his helmet, and the older man looks sadly at the wreckage of the caf pot on the floor. "Is this some ritual I have somehow remained unaware of? The breaking of the caf pot? Symbolism for humanity being asleep to the powers of the gods?"
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Kayleen "Its more like putting a bunch of ultraviolence aficionados in the same location as ceramics is a recipe for broken pottery." She leans down and stares at the wall to see how far the gauss rounds went after blowing through the marine. "Still, does this possession thing happen regularly to psykers who aren't legionaries? We didn't have this poo poo back on Zephyranthes."
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Veneficus Waiting for the games to continue, Veneficus scours the room for an intact pot of recaf. He regrets that the rumpus with the mutants and the Lord of Change had damaged most of them rather badly. Unable to find any, he mutters under his breath, cursing the human psyker who couldn't not get possessed for five minutes and had taken all the recaf with him when the Lord of Change took his body. Waci fucked around with this message at 05:57 on Oct 6, 2013 |
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Newcomers There is a tingle in the air as the residual energy from the daemonic presence begins to fade away, but Veneficus feels a serious disturbance from around the Noise Marine. Something is taking advantage of the weakness in reality within the room, and Hassan begins to shudder violently, unable to speak or move as he merely gurgles, blood flowing down his chin from his mouth and nose. He doubles over, quaking, when suddenly the back plate of his armor buckles outwards. The marine stumbles from the blow, looking up in agony and confusion, before another blow wracks the front plate of his armor, denting it outwards. He goes rigid, his mouth hanging open in a scream, as a daemonic appendage punches clean out through his armor. Raw warp roils forth from the wound in Hassan's chest, and the hand (which Veneficus recognizes as one similar to his own flamer arm) wrenches the power armor's plating aside. Within a moment, there is a faint pop and a low shockwave that shoves the furniture in the room back a foot. Emerging from the now dead marine is a long-haired man in a blue robe, wielding a staff headed with the emblem of chaos. A ripple of chaotic energy flows down his body, smoothing his hair and clothing out and removing the gore from his miraculous entrance. At the same time, the door opens and another guy who looks like a girl that has been hit by a make up truck sashays into the room, announcing himself as a replacement for the traitorous marine from before. He pauses, catching the death of the noise marine and the aetheric birth of the psyker. He hesitates, before dramatically swooshing his cape back and forth and billowing it out behind him; there is a pop of smoke as he throws a pyrotechnics canister to the ground, which fails to go off properly. After a moment, his cloak drapes back down to the ground. He clasps the hem of the cape in his hand and pulls it up to shield his face, announcing himself once more in what he obviously believes to be a sinister sounding voice. He stalks forward into the room, drooping down low on each step.
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Shadow-Dancer R'venous the Hungering Dark The skinny arrival stares intently at the people in the room, using the full area of his(?) billowing cape to appear large and more intimidating. "My dark and mysterious Lord has sent me here for his own mysterious and oh so very dark reasons."
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Joe T. Psyker The psyker sighs, mumbling about unreliable warp currents, voice oddly high pitched for a man. Joe glares at the overdramatic girlyman while pulling out a fresh pot of recaf that had been shielded from the sound marine's guts. "Actually I'm a woman...also I brought recaf."
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Kayleen "At this point we may beat the imperial guard regiment out there in numbers of people who spontaneously explode." She looks at the new "people". "I didn't think the Warp had a one-for-one replacement warranty."
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Dr Hugh "I have to say, this is some of the best footage I have ever seen. Now... are we supposed to be killing this cloaked intruder, or is he the replacement? And is the recaf fresh?"
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Veneficus "I don't think so? At least yet. She doesn't seem hostile." Veneficus extends his flaming central arm to Joe in a handshake. "Or am I wrong, miss?"
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Veneficus Veneficus smirks under his helmet and helps Joe get the recaf pots out of the portal gaping in what was once Hassan's chest and onto a table. "Ah, yes, that's probably due to the tendency of certain members of the team to severely damage the pots, causing us to need replacements at an unusually high rate."
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Kayleen "They need to give us new targets before the entire team literally explodes/implodes just by being in close proximity." She extends one hand to shake, and with the other, pours about half the carafe into a slot in her other arm where it disappears. "Kayleen. Hi Joe...So yeah, three washouts and/or deaths, one dude got teleported away but presumably is somewhere around here, and one dude got KO'd and I guess is in the medward having things puts in his rear end." She shrugs. "Welcome to the team."
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Dr Hugh Giving Veneficus an odd look, Hugh uses one hand to gesture towards the cloaked Slaaneshi at the door. "I'm sorry, I meant the one with the actual cloak, who just said that his... or her... dark master sent... it here. Oh dear. Pronoun problems again. One of these days we need to find a good solution to this."
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Kayleen "Once you're in the Vortex long enough it just stops mattering."
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Veneficus "Ah, hmm... Well, they haven't done anything yet, and did introduce themselves as a replacement for the spy, so I suppose the answer is the same."
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Hospital Hijinks Westin hesitates, thinking. He growls as the klaxons keeps blaring and shoots one of them out with his plasma pistol, dulling the noise slightly. "Man can't even think with those things going. Fine. You haven't proven to be a complete fiend, and you're competent with a blade, and this will ultimately strike a blow to the ruinous power so yeah. I'm in." He shakes Drevan's hand with a smirk. Behind them, doors leading from outside the facility burst open and six men in carapace armor, wielding hell guns, move into formation in the door with half the men kneeling and the other half standing with a break in the middle, aiming at the commissar and berserker. A seventh man turns his torso as he passes between the guards, his boots clicking on the tile; he wears a carapace breastplate and slacks, with the framework of a powered exo-skeleton over his arms and legs. He raises a bullhorn to his mouth. "FREEZE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND DROP YOUR WEAPONS! IF YOU COMPLY WE WILL ESCORT YOU TO YOUR CELLS AND NO HARM SHALL COME TO YOU!" The hellguns whine as they start to power on, and Westin throws Drevan a glance and a grin. "We feint and take them out when they get close, or we just charge in to the jaws of hell and pray we come out the other side." He tightens his grip on his sword. "Your play, soldier." Elsewhere, Butcher's impact has sent a spray of brick and mortar into the room beyond, and when he lands and rights himself, he sees the carnage has wrought; several guards lay dead from the impact, while others merely reel in shock. Drawing his sword, he quickly ends the guards who still fight against him, and one is able to evade him long enough to open fire with his hellgun, but the lasers are not enough to penetrate the marine's ceramite armor, and are dissipated harmlessly. The Butcher hefts the man with his free arm and smashes him into a nearby support, ending his life with a sickening crunch, before bellowing for his comrade. He begins checking doors, finding rooms full of experimentations gone awry and wounded men who are being rejuvenated with dark science. After a half a dozen doors, the Butcher finds a door that has been actually sealed, and steps back to study it. The symbol of Nurgle is burned into the steel on the door, and it appears to have been hermetically sealed; all the more reason for the plague marine to simply boot the door down, causing a thick cloud of green miasma to roil forth from the room. Fanning the mist away, the Butcher steps into a containment room holding the largest mortal being he has ever seen, which futilely clutches a sword and shield in his t-rex arms; the being is clad in what is obviously ancient human terminator armor, and bears no mark of legion. In brief, the man in the room is fat and armed and is obviously a devotee of Nurgle. e: Forgot the Butcher's focus test. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4254678/ John Dyne fucked around with this message at 21:11 on Oct 12, 2013 |
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The Butcher He stares at the monstrosity, the nurglings popping their heads out of his armor to gawk, one making a quiet "ooooo!", before they duck back in to chatter amongst themselves. "Finally! Some better company! Do you know this planet is apparently lousy with psykers following Tzeentch?" He's grinning widely beneath his helmet, but his tone of good cheer easily carries through the speakers. "I was with a group in this tournament, and one of ours was stabbed up by some commissar and put in the hospital here, and..." He waves a hand up at one of the klaxons. "Anyway, he's in the poo poo now, and I need to get him. You should come with me! I'm sure you'll fit in just fine. I'm the Butcher." It'll probably be the first time Malcolm has fit anywhere in a long time. Using successes for Warp Weapon, Tearing, Tainted, Toxic (1) IPlayVideoGames fucked around with this message at 21:40 on Oct 12, 2013 |
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Malcolm Mandari "I would very much like to come with you, Butcher, yes that would be nice." Malcolm had only ever fit in with other followers of Nurgle. Others always looked at him and saw his job as a Grave Tender, or his flesh now so beautifully stretched by Nurgle."If the rest of your group is like you, I am sure I will fit in just fine." The wall of flesh begins to walk forward, waddling from side to side as it does so, a high-pitched whine from the terminator armor's servo assists can be heard.
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The Butcher "Oh. There also is a Lord of Change on this planet now, inhabiting one of those psykers I mentioned," the marine informs his new best friend. He doesn't seem in as large of a rush any longer, moving at a speed to let Malcolm keep pace. "So...just keep that in mind." He picks a random direction and heads that way.
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Malcolm Mandari "Bah, any change that does not take the form of the warm corpulence of Grandfather is not a change worth taking. What other company do you keep my Better? Next you will tell me you have a noise Marine and a hermaphroditic man-woman with you!" The hulking figure stops to turn and face The Butcher, and act that takes some considerable time, "DO not tell me it is a Slaaneshi that we rescue here, is it?"
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The Butcher "No, the noise marine was probably killed off by the daemon. This is a Khornite we're looking for, so probably best to act like we didn't rescue him and instead sort of just stumbled into him," Butcher explains. He pulls one of the doors open in the hall and peeks in, grunting when there's nothing useful inside. "I don't know what the deal is with the Commissar he's with. They look like they're pals now. We'll have to figure that out later. How'd you end up there in that room?"
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Dumbassery Drevan screams like a maniac as he holds aloft the Icon of Khorne, the blood trailing down his arm in a lattice-work that is meaningful to the blood god. He charges forward with his blade held aloft, and the fury in his eyes unnerves two of the guards, who falter and start to fall from formation. The guard captain snorts and lowers his hand, giving the signal to fire. Westin, unable to react in time to stop Drevan, throws himself to the floor and covers his head, knowing full well what is about to happen. The hallway fills with searing red lances of energy, with Drevan running head long into the source of them. Elation fills him as the bolts glance harmlessly off of his reactor field, knowing the fight ahead will be glorious, and even continues unheeded as the first few bolts bypass the cycling of his energy field. However, one bolt strikes with such energy that the refractor field fizzles away, but Drevan shows no sign of noticing this. However, his charge is staggered as the lasbolts begin to strike flesh, and he is thrown back a step as one bolt in particular strikes him right in the sternum, cutting his scream short. He shakes his head, feeling other bolts graze his limbs and sear small wounds on his body, and once again the Khornate starts to lumber forward. The lasers continue to strike him, and finally his rage dissipates, letting the pain sink in, although it is far too late; the unholy resistance he felt fades as the guards fine tune their aim, and a single bolt rips through the side of his neck, severing his jugular. He gurgles as he starts to fall backwards, his hands moving to his throat as he feels the blood pulse out with his frenzied heartbeat. His vision fades to black even as further blasts strike his flesh, sending rippling waves of heat that scar his skin or burn straight through to cook the flesh within, and he does not register a door opening to his left. Drevan falls, and Westin raises his head cautiously as the fire stops. He sees his former foe laying still in a pool of his own blood and looks up to see the guards moving down the hall in a covering formation, their guns trained on the berserker. When they reach him and find him still, the one on point turns and gestures for another guard to bind him, and they advance on the commissar. Drevan dies. Again. Livin' up to that 27 int Khornate, ain't ya? http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4254768/ Two guards fail fear http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4254771/ Guard captain passes fear test http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4254784/ Four guard shooting semi-auto, all four land 3 hits http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4254791/ 4 shots stopped by refractor field, last hit overloads and final roll is not counted http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4254798/ Dodge fails http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4254799/ dodge fails again after IP http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4254803/ 1d10+4 [3,4] = (7) - 5 = 2 damage 1d10+4 [1,4] = (5) - 5 = 0 damage 1d10+4 [2,4] = (6) - 5 = 1 damage 1d10+4 [10,4] = (14) - 5 = 9 damage 1d10+4 [8,4] = (12) - 5 = 7 damage 1d10+4 [6,4] = (10) - 5 = 5 damage 1d10+4 [5,4] = (9) - 5 = 4 damage 1d10+4 [2,4] = (6) - 5 = 1 damage John Dyne fucked around with this message at 23:42 on Oct 12, 2013 |
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Super Nurgle Brothers Butcher and the waddling Malcolm continue to test doors and discuss the people the Butcher has found himself working with, unable to hear the sounds of gunfire over the roaring of the klaxons. The Butcher continues to open doors, speaking of recaf and daemonic possession, while Malcolm tries his best to keep up; despite his immensity, he is not winded by moving, an obvious gift of the lord of decay. As he is regaling his new found friend of the fate teller who divined the future of one of his favorite nurglings, the Butcher opens a door in time to watch Drevan's throat blown open by a blast of red energy. The khornate falls before his eyes, his blood pumping quickly from his body. He turns his head, watching the guards come down the hallway to confirm their kill, and finds that they have not noticed the open door behind them, more intent on the prone Khornate. He also spies the commissar laying on the floor, looking directly at him. Westin widens his eyes and grimaces, nodding towards the Khornate and then his own sword, which he has thrown down on the floor near the door. The guards are pre-occupied with binding Drevan's legs and arms, and only one is keeping watch on the commissar.
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Drevan "MOTHERFUCK-BLARGHKHJJLLLKssssss"
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The Butcher What's this? Again? Butcher glances up at Malcolm, shrugging, before lifting off and shooting down the hall, barreling into the Captain to grab him, hauling the man up. The marine holds his oddly dripping sword at the captain's throat, addressing the others. "WELL, WELL, FELLOWS. YOU HAVE BEEN OUTWITTED BY TWO OF NURGLE'S FINEST," he booms out out of his helmet speaker. "DROP THE WEAPONS AND RELEASE YOUR TWO PRISONERS, AND YOU'LL ALL GO UNHARMED."
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Veneficus Veneficus pours himself another cup of recaf from one of the pots Joe had brought with her and waits.
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