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Oh, in that case can we get the next (or previous I guess) few moments from Knoxie's pov?
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Have an internal realization that Athena and Ching Shih might have a point about The Methods, triggered by this talking caricature.
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Waci posted:Have an internal realization that Athena and Ching Shih might have a point about The Methods, triggered by this talking caricature. This!
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Slice of Life: Knoxie, out of his depth "So, precognition. You - I - I think I sort of tread a little ways ahead of what's about to take place. You can practically find the bottom with your feet; stay in sight of the shore and you can communicate with the present. Swim too far out and you can quickly lose your bearings and things get nonsensical, fast. Metaphors and icons. This analogy kind of breaks apart in that I can always step back to shore, to reality no matter the depth and distance." Knoxie will have to update Limosa if he makes it back intact, and if then they survive the storm. Because he was wrong, so wrong. Eduard's exponential, horrible growth was as a riptide and pulled him out into darker, more turbulent waters than he'd ever experienced. Reality-bending creations of energy and matter and terror and his Lord-Sire and other betters are ever-changing reefs in the eddies - haha - and whorls of what Eduard will unleash. Athena, however, was unchanged as ever. It's not clear if she has some shield - unlike a psyker, unlike a blank - or if he just can't even parse the level of causation that influences her. Or if she's beyond it entirely, her own inscrutable prime mover. She's just there in this mad realm of which Eduard has blessed Knox a non-negotiable glimpse. So, in the present, he puts one foot in front of the other, still has that sleepy, heavy-lidded look on his face that means he's peeking around corners - but until Eduard peaks, or reality catches up, Knoxie is ... reading ahead. bio | discovery | black ship 1 | black ship 2 | to terra | SANCTIONING | training 1 | training 2 | training 3 | limosa | eduard | coward poor life choice fucked around with this message at 05:58 on Feb 1, 2016 |
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Current: 397,338 Feb 1 Goal: 500,000 needed: ~3280/day Todays music: ... Loreena McKennitt? Okay Pandora Visions of the Future - 1 Laughter. Something had broken, something had gone wrong. Edourd was rising into the air, electricity spitting from his hands and feet. A hundred weapons were discharging, bolters and lasguns, but none could touch him. They turned into birds before they could, singing with human voices. The laughter was a hideous thing, breaking the air like children’s tears, and some of the Acolytes had to drop their weapons, cover their ears to hide from it. Ohone was watching him with calculating eyes, playing the odds, even as the Grand Inquisitor advanced on his throne. His rants cut through the air, heresy, traitors, daemon-worshippers, but little could be heard over that laughter. Something rippled through the air, a great wave of psychic energy that distorted vision like gravity, and the impacts of it hit the Acolytes with unforgiving force. Some were turned inside-out, others just crumpled into paste. A few unfortunate ones were split in half, still alive. A few had only one side turned inside out, touching their exposed muscles, screaming with exposed vocal cords.The wave had twisted around the throne, brushed aside by the great null screens that were built in. Kamazarov and his companions were firing everything they had, weapons of ancient and powerful make, but none reached him. Edourd’s mouth had distorted, unhinged, the laughter something inhuman, his eyes black and lidless. Limosa had begun echoing Edourd’s insanity, untouched by it, using sheer will to push it beyond him, around him. The approaching Inquisitorial Stormtroopers fell to their knees, began laughing with the same voice. Ching Shih nudged him. Knoxie blinked at her. “You are whimpering. Shh.” “Oh. Sorry.”
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Let this talking rear end in a top hat be the mirror we see our paranoia in and what it has led to.
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God I hope Edouard doesn't lose his soul.
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Current: 397,631 Feb 1 Goal: 500,000 needed: ~3280/day Todays music: ... Loreena McKennitt? Okay Pandora Visions of the Future - 2 The sound of tearing flesh was too loud in the sudden quiet. Fyodor and Ohone both stopped in mid-conversation, looked at the sudden beast in their midst. The thing that was no longer Edourd - the thing that wore his face - smiled. He - it - seemed to have gained two hundred kilos of muscle, but was stuck to the same amount of skin and bone. The skin had stretched and broken, revealing muscle that pulsed horribly. “All this talk of daemons and you forgot the one closest to your hearts.” The voice chuckled thickly. “I’ll remind you of it.” The Acolytes began chanting Hymns of Faith, of Exorcism. It did little - the beast was already moving on legs with broken joints, laughing all the while. It darted among them like a shark in shallow waters, great claws tearing through their meat, their life blood flowing onto the floor. It devoured the clutched organs like a child with a treat, devouring them hungrily. Growing bigger. Athena and Ohone had vanished, the vacuum of displaced air popping behind them. Fyodor was chasing after the creature, crew-served weapons firing relentlessly. Limosa had backed up to the wall, using all the powers at his disposal to hide, ignore me, and Knoxie chuckled humourlessly as he drew his gun. First day in the Inquisition, die at the hands of a daemon. It filled his vision, a thousand kilos of muscle and atrocity, and daemons spawned in it’s wake.
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Fuckballs. We need to de-escalate, fast, and we need Limosa with us.
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Current: 397,887 Feb 1 Goal: 500,000 needed: ~3280/day Music: Hotline Miami? Visions of the Future - 3 Limosa struck first. His reading of Knoxie’s visions foretold all of their deaths unless he acted, and so he did. Horrific memories, true and false, soaked the air. Emotions had no name, sensations that were best left nameless. Limosa had stared into the Warp. Limosa had been a daemonhost. Limosa had been sanctioned by the God-Emperor. The memories lashed out as hurricanes. Acolytes began laughing, screaming. Crying their sanity away. Some pulled out their guns, shot themselves. Each other. Scratched out their own eyes, but still trapped in the visions, the memories of a Psyker Primaris. Ohone’s retinue followed his lead instantly, Knoxie ducking and weaving through the sudden conflict, Athena cutting through them with her sword. The security systems ignited, flames coming from a dozen hidden locations - Ohone’s gift to the Grand Inquisitor. The alarms would have been going off, but she had hacked them as well. Even so, the noise drew the nearby barracks, and companies of Inquisitorial Stormtroopers began advancing towards the chamber, their fire overwhelming any attempt to slow them down. The Grand Inquisitor was firing, screaming of heretics and traitors, and the noise and insanity was overflowing them all. Edourd was laughing, laughing, and the Tower itself began rumbling under his will. Structural supports began to bend and twist, crushing thousands, leaving others in the dark, to slowly die without air. Electrical wiring ripped from the walls, wrapping around him, as he built a golem of metal around himself. Dozens of meters high, he crunched through the corridors, and insanity followed.
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Fourdoor'a paranoia isn't the problem, It's that he let himself become the center of the conspiracy and retreated into his shell, stagnating instead of using it to drive himself forward.
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Jan 2, 2016 01:27
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Uh, someone nudge Eddie and tell him were not fighting today. Use (not burn) a fate point to calm him the hell down. Now isn't the best time to lose another retinue.
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Current: 398,152 Feb 1 Goal: 500,000 needed: ~3280/day Music: Darkest Era Visions of the Future - 4 It was a simple thing, really. A weapon that was made after the Dark Age of Technology, and kept secret to the Grand Inquisitor. It looked like any of the other trappings and regalia on his throne, and when he touched it, not even Athena knew Ohone was being attacked. She was simply… gone. Pulled into a micro-black hole between one moment in the next. The room went quiet in shock. Athena cocked her head. “Edourd, stand down.” He stumbled forward, psyker locks in place once again. Fyodor began to speak, and Athena silenced him with a gesture. Walked towards him, speaking conversationally. “You are right, you know. She wasn’t being backed by the God-Emperor, or at least not entirely. He brought back her husband, but I brought her back.” She leaped effortlessly onto the Throne. “I could bring her back from a fusion bomb, but I need something to work with. Sending her into a black hole? I can’t fix that. So now,” she gripped Fyodor’s head, tore it off with one smooth motion. “I have to do things the unsubtle way.” She glanced around her. “Well, we won’t be needing any of you.” Fyodor’s retinue fell to the ground, dead. Athena glanced around at the handful of survivors. Ohone’s family, if there was such a thing. “It would have been so much easier for her to ease the transition, she had the credentials. The major factions all supported her. But now I am going to have to do it myself. Bring the Mars Federation back, rising out of the ashes of this stupid, shortsighted, ignorant little world.” - Knoxie stopped in place as if he had walked into a wall. Athena turned slightly towards him, winked. Her voice a whisper. “No one would ever believe you.”
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Current: 398,465 Feb 1 Goal: 500,000 needed: ~3280/day I’m not afraid of it 8 -Interrogator Limosa- -Yes?- -I’ve seen a dozen futures in this room. We attack first in all of them. And we don’t always win.- -Thank you.- -Inquisitor Ohone- -Gah! Who the hell is that?- -Limosa- -Could have shown this trick before I’m going face to face with his mightiness.- -My apologies. My precog says he won’t attack first.- -Neat. Want to wind down Edourd? I can hear him giggling, and that’s never a good sign.- ...Tenatively…. -Inquisitor Edoud- -Hehehhehehehehehe.- -Inquisitor Edourd- Laughter. Strange voices, strange visions -Inquisitor Edourd. It’s Limosa. Ohone says we’re safe.- Memories. Hundreds - thousands - killed by his hand, his mind. -Well. He’s not winding down, but he’s not escalating either. Try not to make things bad enough that he thinks he needs to activate.- -Well, that’s great. Any of these futures end up good where he activates?- A brief conference. -Knoxie says the best one has him breaking down the Tower.- -So we’re down to my diplomacy skills?- A pause. -I’m afraid so.- -Well, won’t this be fun.-
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Elsewhere... Ageless eyes glowing like embers scanned the breadth of the Warp as they had done a million times before. Drifting images floated through an endless expanse of nebulous, roiling clouds coloured in a myriad of pinks, purples, reds and colours that language had no word for. Cannonfire. Tiny human figures in olive uniforms rushing out of deep mud trenches only to be torn apart by the hail of lead from rudimentary machineguns by other pinkmeats in grey uniforms from yet more giant holes in the mud. The image flickered and twisted as spacetime bent to the mindless will of the Warp. Vast, verdant plains yawned on toward the horizon, from which a mile high dustcloud approached with the sound of roaring thunder. Leatherclad figures numbering in the tens of thousands sat astride four-legged beasts, eyes full of fury as they trampled and hacked down the unarmed, men, women and children in their millions slaughtered as the endless tide washed over them. Leathery lips cracked into a widemouthed grin full of teeth the size of spears. Blood already boiling with boundless hate and fury quickened as "he" shifted his attention to a churning cloud of shadow struck through occasionally with streaks of crimson lightning. What? There? Yes? Yes. YESSSSS! Glowing embers became supernovae set in "his" terrible visage, narrowing to focus on a pulsing light in the darkness. Closer, closer "he" glided upon coriaceous wings of vast span, soaring through painted skies toward that singular moment in space and time. Faster "he" flew, crimson-furred skin quivering with almost orgasmic gooseflesh. At great speed, "he" dove into the light. On the gore-soaked fields of Golgotha, Ork, Tyranid and Khornate swarmed endlessly over one another. Death tolls rising by incomprehensible amounts every second. South of what had once been Hive Alpha, black chitinous beasts and crimson armoured berserkers warred beneath a towering spire of glistening black metal. A piercing scream shattered the air, not of bloodlust or pain but of something far worse. One of the frenzied, chainaxe-wielding devotees of the Blood God stopped mid-sprint, the axe falling from his hand as he tore off his helmet. His eyes had burst, leaking down his face in rivers of goo. His hands reached upward as he turned his face to the sky. Fingers grasped both upper and lower jaws, and with violent force, separated the two as black talons and blood-red fingers emerged from his gullet. They turned outward and closed on the berserker's head, then moved apart. The sound of tearing ceraplas and shattering bone was heralded by a torrential geyser of blood that vomited forth from the split corpse as it fell.Bloody rain fell upon the battlefield and the sky itself rippled and churned before darkening like a bruise. With a unanimous howl of glee from every once-human mouth within a mile of the spire, "he" exploded upward out of the gore, spreading "his" wings with a great hurricane that threw hundreds of bodies like chaff. The Unbound had arrived, and "he" would herald this world's end. 
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Hehe, suckers.
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Demons are kind of a wash. Luring them to Golgotha to blow them up is like building a theme park for them to enjoy then shooing them out at the end of the day. Part and parcel with the whole "functionally immortal creatures that don't follow the laws of reality" thing. It -is- possible to kill a demon for good, but not something we could do without a whole lot of planning and very specific efforts. Alternately, the Emperor stepping out of the warp to make them spontaneously stop existing would do it. Tran fucked around with this message at 03:03 on Jan 2, 2016 |
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Current: 398,649 Feb 1 Goal: 500,000 needed: ~3280/day Frying Pan Knoxie’s voice was quiet but resigned. “Oh no.” You glanced over at him - a lot of his visions lately had been just short of apocalyptic, so his concerns were given a certain attention that the typical Acolyte might not receive. You raised your eyebrows, and he gestured helplessly. “You’ll see.” You waited a moment, were about to remind him of his place, when one of the cultists on the Grand Inquisitor’s throne held a hand to his ear, listening to the radio. You hadn’t had time to hack that one as of yet, so waited to see what would happen. Athena started smiling though. So that was a thing. The cultist stood up, whispered something to Kazamarov. Who growled. “Absolutely not. We are investigating a possible heretic and not to be interrupted.” Whisper whisper. “I don’t care. We have her in custody and will not release her.” Whisper whisper. “They can’t be serious. All operations in the Segmentum?” “Whisper whisper. “Fine. But ensure they know I will not look favorably upon this. There will be an accounting.” You met his gaze as he stared down at you with loathing. “The Ecclesiarch has insisted that you and your Retinue be brought to Ecclesiarchical Palace at all haste. Investigations of your extensive graft and theft during the Golgotha campaign have been mentioned.” “As an Inquisitor, that is within my right.” “But you were not an Inquisitor at the time. The Sisters of Battle, in particularly, have … questions for you.” You cocked your head. “So did you. What did they say?” “They would refuse all support to the Inquisition until you arrived.” He smiled grimly. “You understand, then, if I insist that my troops escort you there.”
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Tran posted:Part and parcel with the whole "functionally immortal creatures that don't follow the laws of reality" thing. Tran posted:
Or that, yeah.
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LowellDND posted:Current: 398,649 Nice
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Ha-ha /Nelson
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What did we do to piss off the sisters? Aside from everything?
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Putting the cart way ahead of the horse given the current situation, here, but if we have any hands-on involvement in protecting Terra we may want Eduard near the Throne. The God-Emperor's ~Warp influence~ would maybe minimize threat of possession* and if poo poo really goes wrong the Custodes as powerful psyker proto-Space Marines w/ mysterious ancient tech could probably clown him. *Maybe Eduard could temporarily or permanently do that Thorian thang and be a vessel for the God-Emperor.
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Why is the Corpse-God still corpsy anyway? Shouldn't all the tech the Imperium has be enough to repair him? I mean what's wrong, exactly? Give him a set of bionic lungs, some metal kidneys and robolegs or whatever his problem is and get back up dude? We can replace pretty much the entire human body with superior alternatives. I think he's just taking the ultimate fake sickday.
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Outrail posted:What did we do to piss off the sisters? Aside from everything? We did have , uh Sister Suffer?, executed. The one following Siadwell. Guarded our cell. Didn't we give Fabs her armor? Hmm.... Really though they aren't pissed at all and just want to have some fun girl-talk about touching the Emperor's throne, I'm sure.
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IIRC we took a "rivalry - sisters of etc" experience point advance on like page 3 of the CYOA. Factor in Chaos interest, and falling in the Just As Planned income bracket and property taxes for the entirely of Golgotha and our total comes to "moderately to severely owned."
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paragon1 posted:Really though they aren't pissed at all and just want to have some fun girl-talk about touching the Emperor's throne, I'm sure. :iamafag: "Isn't he dreamy" *swoon*  "Oh, I know. Have you tried the new Emperor scented body lotion?"
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paragon1 posted:We did have , uh Sister Suffer?, executed. The one following Siadwell. Guarded our cell. Didn't we give Fabs her armor? They're more likely to give us a fuckin' medal for that. Suffer was a traitor of the most extreme type. Every day she lived was an affront to their entire order. A sister becoming a witch and then failing to seek death in combat is a big deal to them.
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At some point, I'm tempted to give Athena carte blanche to start running poo poo. Chaos is in Sol System! Now is not the time for this poo poo!
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Don't forget to leave a brochure for visiting the Shrines on the Beast for Fourdoor
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VanSandman posted:At some point, I'm tempted to give Athena carte blanche to start running poo poo. Chaos is in Sol System! Now is not the time for this poo poo! A new compact for a new age: the Treaty of Terra between the newly ascended warp god of duty/order + his worshippers & the Admirable Intelligence Athena, her avatar of problem-solving Ohone, and the handful of tech priests on board the Dragon. gently caress the rest.
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The Sisters of Battle sent a bunch of Sororitas to keep an eye on us and almost all of them died horribly, that might factor into this
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Arkanomen posted:Don't forget to leave a brochure for visiting the Shrines on the Beast for Fourdoor Definitely this. Maybe even a coupon for a free drink (with entree) at the resurrection cafe. (Not valid during happy hour or festival days).
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JT Jag posted:The Sisters of Battle sent a bunch of Sororitas to keep an eye on us and almost all of them died horribly, that might factor into this Isn't going down figtring terrible enemoes of the imperium their shtick though?
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Blasphemaster posted:Isn't going down figtring terrible enemoes of the imperium their shtick though?
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We should waltz in with the wide eyed expectation that they're about ot give us another troop of lady meatshields.
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sullat posted:Definitely this. Maybe even a coupon for a free drink (with entree) at the resurrection cafe. (Not valid during happy hour or festival days). Disclaimer: All days are festival days, all hours are happy hour. Not valid while traveling through the Warp.
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