BCTheEntity

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

All in all, Athega Tertius had been a rousing success, to Alexandra's mind. A rebellion had been quashed, the corrupted PDF unit on the planet had been taken down with minimal loss- though of course, those who had been lost were honoured in the end- and the Imperium kept safe from the rot of heresy from another angle. The mere physical damage to her arm had been readily fixed, and though her Chaplet-Ecclesiasticus gained a few more beads and her back a few more scars, Alexa's faith wavered not.

Nor did her workload. In the months after the fight for Athega's sanctity, Alexa's work remained constant, the healing of Imperial citizens and her fellow Battle-Sisters repeating time and again, not to mention the training in matters of combat that all Adepta Sororitae were expected to take upon themselves. Yet the Taneia sector remained oddly quiescent. The closest she came to battle again in that time was when she was called down to Athega Tertius again, not as a fighter but as the doctor for a number of civilians who had been caught in the blast of a rogue element's makeshift bomb. Most lived. A couple were too far gone for anything but the Emperor's Mercy. Another couple of beads were added to Alexa's Chaplet after that.

Nonetheless, she'd trained, and worked, and improved, and to some extent allowed herself to relax a bit more without such pressure upon her. And even so, it was almost a surprise when she heard that she and the other Survivors were wanted again. The same locale, the same Canoness-Preceptor, perhaps the same Inquisitor leading the way to boot. Echoes of her nerves at the time of that meeting returned, and indeed grew into their own tree of worry all over again, such that by the time of her arrival, her visage was hidden within her helm all over again, and no matter that the vox was somehow still not fixed, and that everyone else in the reformed squad seemed happy to be back together. Her aquila sign, in response to those of Lisbeth and Vitruvia, felt half-hearted in her mind, though she was sure it looked perfectly put together.

Speaking of which, you ought to pull yourself together, Alexa chided herself, gritting her teeth. What Adepta sees herself heading off to fight for the Emperor's glory, and worries about such childish things as whether they are worthy of the honour? Your Sisters are perfectly happy to do it. Why not show off your happiness too?

It was almost embarrassing that she had to be her own punisher, but the logical side of her mind won out as a result, and she forced herself to answer Sister Dominica's question in cordial fashion. 'If our formation is any indication,' she replied, rolling her eyes at the vox's harshness all over again, 'I fear we may have another instance of Athega Tertius on our hands, though I cannot claim to know what ills the enemies of Mankind bear for us.'

The Fate of Ward 8: A Tokyo Ghoul RP

Collab between BCTheEntity and TheRedWatcher - Bisuto Ketsu and Mitsuhide Nobu

In due course, he produced the final version of his report for the mission, and examined the pages on the computer for any misspellings. Once he was satisfied, he saved the file, then leant back in his chair as he looked around the office he’d taken residence in. Relatively clean. Ascetic, perhaps, but not wholly undecorated; he had a few well-watered plants around, and a small picture of his mother at his desk. He’d have included both of his parents, but his father… his father represented a risk of exposure that he wasn’t willing to take.

Otherwise, the place was quite clear of decoration. Cream-painted walls to help prevent distraction, and not much besides. Speaking of which, Ketsu glanced down at his phone as it beeped, checking the message he’d received. Apparently, his senior partner was about to show up… good thing he’d completed his report, then! He emailed it to the appropriate department, then stood and headed for the door of the office. He supposed he’d meet his superior in the communal area of the building.

Wiping a smudge off his glasses with the end of his exposed button down shirt, he looked at his jeans and running sneakers. Senior investigator, pfft. He probably looked like a desk jockey. Placing his glasses back on his face he continued heading toward Agent’s Bisuto’s office. Lucky for him he intercepted him in the hallway.

“Bisuto Ketsu,” he called out in the hallway in hopes that he would hear him properly. Bisuto Ketsu, huh, he was an odd one. Remarkably better than him he’d have to say, at least at twenty-one and his marks.

Ah, perfect timing. And he hadn’t even gotten halfway there. ‘Agent Mitsuhide,’ Ketsu greeted back with a wave, walking up to Nobu with a lazy smile. He always appreciated the man’s bizarre femininity, but the first time he’d so much as mentioned it had ended with a tongue lashing that took minutes to recover from.

As he enjoyed not being punished for friendliness, he’d never said anything about it since. Other than that, though, Nobu wasn’t too bad - not as weird as Grant, but also good at keeping calm and giving orders in a way that Ketsu one day hoped to emulate. Not that he wasn’t entirely capable of staying calm himself, but nonetheless.

‘So, I take it you’re my senior partner for now, sir,’ Ketsu half-questioned, half-stated, offering his hand to shake. He hoped he’d made a good impression in earlier meetings, but there was no reason to lessen that impression early.

“For now Bisuto? Already trying to best me and rank up,” Nobu teased. He just wanted to give him a hard time to see how he’d take it.

Ketsu’s eyebrows rose slightly at the suggestion, lowering the ignored hand. ‘Oh my, I didn’t realise you had that in mind,’ he teased back, grinning at the First Class Investigator. ‘But if you want to be bested, we can always fight hand to hand, and we’ll see how that turns out…’

Ketsu laughed lightly to himself before shrugging. ‘Ah, I kid. It’s nice to see you again, Nobu,’ he said, still smiling. ‘How’ve things been since we last talked?’

Ketsu had what Grant lacked, a personality to backup his wit and charm. Though Nobu didn’t have fond memories of the first time him and Ketsu met. He wondered if he should hold that against Ketsu, it was just nice to have someone who knew how to still function as a person around here. He started to believe all Investigators ended up broken minded before they died. That this job took their minds, then their hearts, and finally it killed them.

“Ketsu,” Nobu said dryly, “Things have been a bit hectic. As they are around here, these days. With many mysteries. And you? How have things been with you?”

‘Pretty good,’ he replied coolly. ‘I killed a Chimera and flirted with a certain flower idol this morning. With help in both cases, admittedly, but still.’ He’d have mentioned said idol actually fainting, but that’d be saying too much.

‘Anyways, I take it you have orders for me, Nobu?’ he asked. Actually, it’d be nice to talk a little while longer, but he figured Nobu would want to keep things rolling as quickly as possible.

Nobu raises a brow and gives Ketsu a smirk, “Eager to already get back out there. I heard some things about you earlier today, curious rumors. But no, I do not have specific orders for you.”

‘Uhhhhhhhnoideawhatyoumeansir,’ Ketsu quickly blurted out, glancing from side to side with a mockery of suspicion written on his face.

Nobu gives Ketsu a look.

“We were suppose to meet and greet,” Nobu told Ketsu, “Nothing more. I am just teasing. But you have been getting some talk. Good stuff, around the office.”

‘Alright, fair enough,’ he obliged, raising his hands in acknowledgement rather than defensiveness. ‘I mean, in hindsight, it’s nothing too fancy. Chimeras aren’t necessarily exceptionally powerful- well, this one was, but that was mostly just raw strength. And in fairness, Seto was the person who helped me out there, so maybe that does or does not…

‘Pardon me, I’m rambling,’ he apologised. No need to make this meeting too odd. ‘Nonetheless, it was an interesting time. Have you done anything interesting recently, Nobu?’

“First off,” Nobu replied, “Help or not, you took down a chimera. Don’t be modest it makes you look like an idiot. You took down a Chimera, wear it like a badge of honor and sing some praise. Makes you more relatable.”

Define interesting? Rank A and Cs didn’t seem near as interesting as taking down a chimera. He was kind of jealous. Ketsu had become the departments golden canary. Seto saw potential in him and Nobu saw why. Though he wondered if it would upset the current balance in the department.

“Nothing noteworthy,” Nobu said, “I haven’t been given any specific orders. But I also don’t like sitting around.”

‘Well, you are my senior partner, so I guess I have to follow orders…’ Ketsu obliged, a bit of a grin making its way on to his face. ‘I just figured, something like that is a mere change of pace for a First Class Investigator, not strictly that big a deal overall.

‘Though… it was interesting, since we’re talking about strength,’ Ketsu mused briefly. The ghoul’s blood was delicious, first and foremost, but that wasn’t something he was about to admit. But other than that…

‘The fight didn’t take too long, but from what I saw, the ghoul didn’t seem all that smart. Or, at the very least, it was wholly non-verbal, and maybe a bit feral from the way it fought. A bit bizarre, don’t you think?’

It didn’t talk and seemed more feral. Nobu gave Ketsu a considering look.

“That does seem like a bizarre circumstance,” Nobu paused, “Have you had lunch already?”

‘Yeah, I went to a coffee place with some other agents,’ Ketsu confirmed. No matter that he hadn’t actually had any food, but Nobu didn’t need to know that at all. ‘From the look of things, it seems like Grant has a new junior partner - a miss Jericho Yuno? I wonder if she’ll get along better than Grant’s last partner did...’

Nobu began to laugh. Jericho Yuno with Grant? What were they thinking? Oh he knew Jericho Yuno, she was a funny girl and there were some people who talked about her due to her eccentricities when she was a desk jockey. More or less what was said about her is her kiddy grab claw as her quinque, not that he didn’t see that as effective, he saw it having many uses. It’s just their personalities were the complete opposite.

Oh he knew Grant. The man didn’t blink and looked like he could star in his own horror flick as the killer. His half face was the half face of some zombie in some B rated horror action thriller. Grant with someone so carefree, it just didn’t mesh.

Nobu cleared his throat, “Forgive me. But, what was Seto thinking? They are more than opposites, they are the polar sides of two extremes.”

‘Not so extreme as you’d think, actually,’ Ketsu countered soberly. ‘I think the plan is for her to benefit from his experience, and he to benefit from her personality. Either way, so far, Yuno seems to be handling Grant’s quirks quite well. No screaming fits or anything.’

Grant benefitting from another person?

“You think Grant benefits from other people Ketsu?” Nobu said, “You know I was on a case with him once. I prefer not to have that experience again.”

Though if Grant had already hung out with Ketsu, it meant Ketsu was in his perimeter. Which meant Nobu might have to deal with him more. Grant is the obsessive type. Once someone catches his interest, he orbits them in someway or another.

‘Well… honestly, I don’t know him well enough to say if he does or not. Sure, his scars are gruesome, and he has his negatives, but he… ah…‘ Admittedly, Ketsu had stumped himself here. What positive qualities did Grant have, again? Had he not paid attention, or was Grant really that much of a jackarse?

‘...he likes J-pop,’ Ketsu recalled. ‘So that’s a thing.‘

Nobu gives Ketsu a look.

“Are you sure about that?” Nobu asked, “I am pretty sure the pink straw he has is a distraction. Grant likes throwing around false clues.”

Ketsu frowned, then scratched his chin in thought. It did seem odd, when he thought about it. Hell, he was sure he’d thought it odd at the time, then brushed it off as “sure, he’s weird enough to have that as a quirk of his”. It hadn’t necessarily occurred to Ketsu that Grant liked playing games with people, was all.

‘Well, he certainly got an autograph from Himehana earlier. Oh, did I say who I was flirting with earlier?’ he realised belatedly. He might’ve just implied who it was, come to think of it. ‘Grant got an autograph off of her, then Yuno and I flirted with her. Good times.’

“Well Grant is not my favorite subject in the world,” Nobu tells Ketsu, “So let’s move on. Let’s go patrolling instead. I hate sitting in the office if I don’t have paperwork.”

‘Can’t say I disagree with that. Let us proceed, sir!‘ Ketsu crowed, cracking his knuckles and his neck. Oh, but he had a good feeling about this patrol. A good time was in the pipelines, he reckoned, and he was already pumped to see what came around… or maybe that was just some lingering adrenaline from his earlier Chimera battle. Either way.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Heavens above! Had they really just stumbled upon a group of Dark Elves so easily? Honestly, he'd tried to make that part a joke in his mind, but- damn it all, he hadn't even had time to start secretly blessing the helmet he'd grabbed earlier, let alone make sure he was fed properly.

Nonetheless, battle had been called, and Ursaren obviously expected his allies to follow him into the fray. With an unhappy sigh, and the internal observation that there was a distinct lack of places to sneak up on his foes like last time, Sett left his bag on the ground and ran after the were-bear-shapeshifter, or whatever he was. At least that might help him shake off his nervous energy, and besides, he had a valdium sword to work with, didn't he? Readying himself to draw the weapon if he had to, he tried not to get too close as he saw... well, there had been six, but there were now only three. The Dark Elf men were dead or dying, which left the Dark Elf women. One of whom had apparently killed one of the men, being bound as she did so... how odd. A foe of theirs?

That left Sett's options for combat limited. Of the other two, one was apparently quite a skilled fighter, and the other was a mage... aaaand distracted with attacking the tied-up female! He could kill her and make himself seem even more useful! Was this what they called a god-given chance, Fineki's way of working the world? Either way, he made good use of it: he charged through the river directly at the mage's back, drawing his weapon and thrusting it out in front of him, an effort to spear through the mage woman's body. Without yelling a war cry, of course, because that would be attention-grabbing, and what would that do for his efforts?

@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@The Fated Fallen@Fetzen@Stormflyx

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

For a brief while, everyone began asking questions, introducing themselves to one another, or just laughing maniacally at the top of their lungs. It was almost difficult for the agents to process the noise, Rutabaga most of all - aside from anything else, the cloaked girl questioning him at a rapid-fire pace had poked a hole in the side of his drink, and was quickly draining his patience. About the time of her “you tuber” pun, he began sucking the liquid out of his juice box as though he were sucking the life out of it, crushing it in his hand once it was empty and dropping it with a mildly violent unclenching of his fist.

One would imagine that the untimely reveal of Asterisk Hash’s presence all along would be soothing to the dark-skinned man. Somehow, it only made him angrier. ‘Nice to see you still value your ability to sneak around, Hash,’ he spat through gritted teeth. ‘How about next, you work on your ability to attend meetings like a normal human being? Even the ghost managed that, barely.’

‘To answer Abigail’s question, there will be others around town to help upgrade your arsenal and skillset,’ Mister Person called to the crowd when he got the chance to speak without interrupting anybody. ‘Santa Destroy has always been a hub for suppliers of all sorts. I’m sure you can look around and eventually find what you have in mind. As for your other questions, you will be sent a list pertaining to your new ranks tomorrow, along with some starting funds to help you purchase equipment to assist your rise upward.'

'Wait- wait a minute, what the hell do you mean, "starting funds"?' Rutabaga asked, yet more anger slipping him into a sort of half-yell.

'You don't want to leave them unfunded, do you?' Mister Person asked quite calmly. 'It's only fair that they receive payment for this matter. I'll chip in, Zzyxx will chip in, we've both agreed that this-'

‘You motherFUCKERS!’ Rubert finally exploded, fists cracking the surface of the bar as they slammed into it before he stood to confront his fellow agents. ‘Do you really think you can just OFFER these people money for free?! That's not how-’ For a moment, it appeared as though he intended to continue his rant, but after a couple of moments of angry gesticulation and undecipherable guttural noises, he finally just stared at his feet and slammed one fist into the bar again, this time severely denting the wood under it.

‘You will officially receive your ranks and some starting funds by tomorrow morning,’ he scowled, loudly announcing the information to the bar. ‘If you’re ranked immediately below members of your own team or others, you may skip their ranks until you find somebody to fight who isn’t in on this scheme, if any such people still exist above you; you may also fight members of other teams early if you so choose, but you WILL receive this Rutabaga’s FOOT up your ASS if you try and fuck over your own team members. Your pay is shared based on what you earn from your work, and you have to push up to the top to get the full benefits of this plan. We’re just putting you in the right place to do so - within the top 200, if it matters.’

‘I think, then, that this… concludes our meeting,’ Zzyxx intoned, throwing his hat off of his head all over again. It usually does when Agent Rubert loses his temper.’

‘...I am going home now.’ The agent stormed out, tossing some money on to the counter to pay for damages; taking that as his cue, Zzyxx promptly posed one last time before vanishing in a spray of blood and shadows. Mister Person took one last drag of his cigar before stubbing it out on the damaged countertop, snatching up Zzyxx’s hat with what could almost have been mistaken for a chuckle before he stepped out himself. It seemed the meeting was over, and people could take their leave at their leisure.

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Alright, folks, that's it for the meeting. I'd suggest having your characters depart, or not, in whatever fashion is best suited for them, and then skipping to the next day, ready to take on whatever task is suitable - a job, some shopping, some minor assassination missions, the possibilities are endless! Or they can at least be repeated over and over. Badum tshh.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189 Sounds good to me. I'll be sure to have a post out by then.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

@Regitnui Alright, all of that looks good. If you'd like to head into the Discord, please do so.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

@Regitnui Very nice indeed. There are a few points to make about Asterisk's special moves, though, bearing in mind that upgrades can be purchased later on: damaged bodies reactivated by Reboot Ricochet should have severely impaired motor function, sort of like disconnected Terminator limbs; My Own Backup should be removed, given that heavy ordnance is not something that other characters really have access to; and Out with a BANG! should require a data dump to protect her code from any potential damage, meaning that Asterisk can only perform the self-destruct on one body model before the rest shut down of their own accord.

Once the right changes are made, just transplant the CS to the Characters tab, and you're in. And of course, feel free to join the Discord channel as desired.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

@Regitnui Brilliant. Feel free to write and submit the character sheet whenever you're ready to do so.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

@Regitnui Why, yes we are. It'll be good to have you on board, I think.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

I'd like to have posted, but obviously the Guild's been out of whack for a while. I'll see about getting a post up at some point soon.