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Current Harambant, who once went by Harambe, now only recalled in light of what followed.
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RAIN OF SPIDERS (SPIDERS spiders)
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It seems today, that all you see,
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Holy Spirit Activate
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Remember the indigenous people of the Americas today.
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Hello, I am me from the internet. I migrated here from Kongregate's Forum Games Forum, so feel free to look for me there if you wish to follow a career in internet stalking people. (ಠ_ಠ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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So it seemed the gathered Adepta Sororitas would not need their power armour, for the most part. Or at least that it ought not to see much use, if they wore it. She ought to have asked about that more specifically... well, it was too late now, and she was sure she'd have time to dress appropriately once that was made clear. Otherwise, they need not make any special adjustments in order to adapt to the planet's folk; they set out for the ship in due course.

And then, as they approached the craft, a thought struck Alexa: why, if they were unlikely to be involved in combat, would a Crusader be present for this mission? Such faithful warrior-monks were, to her understanding, purely suited up for battle in defense of an Inquisitor? Indeed, that was the very second thing that left Markus Therebus' mouth, though she imagined Inquisitor Kliment would be meeting them on-planet when he finally made his presence known. Nonetheless, he was a fine specimen, with obvious power within his frame based on how readily he hefted his storm shield to form the Aquila, and she imagined well-suited for battle with a power spear to accompany it.

And on the other hand, he was utterly dwarfed by the Sister of Battle by his side. In fact, she was only a little bit shorter than Alexa herself, far burlier for it, and clearly far more irritable, shown in her stance, her expressions, and her terse self-introduction. All in all, a bastion of the Emperor's Light in ways Alexa herself likely couldn't be, though as her position in the Order of the Transfixed Saint confirmed, she made up for her failings in other ways.

She had, however, expected the Confessor to make some form of verbal acknowledgement toward the new members of the group, and so the fact that he failed to do so seemed, to her sensibilities, like a bit of a snub. Were they not trained in their roles, as loyal to the Imperium, as faithful as anybody else present? Their attire suggested so, and Alexa was nothing if not trusting. She held faith that they'd be true to their attire, and returned the sign of the Aquila to Markus and Caroline when it became apparent that the priest of their group would not.

'Greetings, Sister Caroline, Crusader Markus.' Ugh, she hoped the vox would at least partially convey how pleased she was to see them, but she wondered not. 'I am Sister Alexandra Christina, of the Order of the Transfixed Saint. Your presence with us is much appreciated; I imagine Inquisitor Kliment will be along shortly, or else will meet with us on-planet.'
I'm interested. Whenever the game's ready to start, you can count me in.
Dirk Messir - Hanging Out With Your COOOOL New Friends

Huzzah. Dirk has achieved it. Only Dirk. Not only me, though, Caesar helps, and probably everyone else somehow.

Good Job Dirk! You're Number One!

Caesar did everything. The fact you think you contributed only shows how deluded you are.

You are bad Loser! Go jump off the boat Fool!

...but why was also saying this? Who wanted to even do that? Where is porpoise?

...OHHHHH, so they can all get to the other slide. The ship oft the enemy mothercrab. Okay, yes, the Divine Purpose was that perfect the place to go. Yes, good plan. Good plan. Go to the sea.

'I'm going to the other boat, Caesar,' Dirk muttered, sliding out from under the furry man and then moved to the closest side of the boat, and prepared to jump into the sea to go to the other sea boat sea. This is a brilliant idea. Divine Purpose says just go up the other side once you go... oh wait, it said an even better idea now.

'Shave.' I'll walk in the air as I leap out of the side of the boat off of the rails. This is still a brilliant idea.
Sorry if my post took a little longer than I meant it to, folks. Hopefully it's satisfactory, though.
Brandon Whittaker

He didn't hate Jennie, contrary to what some might imagine. He just felt she could do with learning how to cool off a little at times. How could a human being always be on like that, constantly? Even with his Beat pounding through his head constantly, inspiring him to feats of immense heroism, Brandon always found time to take a breather, because he knew he'd break down later on if he didn't. Regardless, he thanked her for handing him the drink, only to hear Glenn's suggestion as he sipped that he have some alcohol, followed by Jennie's rebuttal of his statement.

Glenn, when he wasn't out of his mind on whatever he'd gotten high on that day, was a fairly nice guy in his own right. He always insisted that Brandon do or perceive some things differently, though - have something alcoholic to drink, try some pot, and don't you know how many chemicals are in cola? He knew it wasn't the healthiest drink in the world, but it was a damn sight better than rendering oneself stupid with pot, or God forbid sipping on the calorie-sodden lard that most alcoholic drinks essentially were. He had a figure to maintain, thank you.

'Glenn, dear, I appreciate your concerns and offers,' Brandon promptly assured him, 'but as a lot of women say, it's my body and my right to choose.' He capped his sentence with a slightly sardonic giggle - he was a white man, in a society where white men had a far easier time of things than just about any other social group, and all things considered had no right to actually use that phrase. How amusing that he could choose to do so anyway, then.

And not long after that exchange, Grits finally showed up. 'Griiits, it's so good to see you!' he exclaimed; the old timer was a lot grouchy, but at the same time, he was so interesting. And a recovering alcoholic, which meant he probably shouldn't be in here, but still... 'How've you been, friend?' Brandon asked with a big grin. 'Everything going smoothly? You making sure you don't keel over? Who am I kidding, you look amazing, as usual, heheh.'
Alexa rather wanted to believe that a miracle had been performed. It happened occasionally, when the Emperor truly did bestow his blessings upon the people of the Imperium, and for instance brought the dead back to life, or bestowed a loyal servant with truly prodigious power in the course of accomplishing an amazing feat. Most notably, the resurrection of Saint Celestine was a gift to humanity that had yet to be matched by any of the feats of mere mortal men.

Yet, they were remarkable because of how rare they were. It was unfortunate that frequently, somebody would claim to have died and been resurrected, only to prove themselves a charlatan, or worse a heretic, when examined by the eyes of the Emperor's most faithful flock, as Sister Victorine established quite clearly. In this case, if it was a legitimate resurrection, it'd be a most bizarre planet for such an event - agri-worlds, whilst tending to be quite well-suited to supporting mass human infrastructure simply by their nature, were also loathe to produce men of a temperament that best suited the Emperor's grace. All the prayer in the world, literally, would yet amount to barely a drop in a bucket when compared to the faith needed to draw His almighty praise.

Therefore, she concluded, a true miracle would be an unusual thing to see. She let out a forlorn sigh- or an exasperated sigh, according to her helmet vox- as she came to the realisation that they may be forced to deal with an uprising of heretical fervour before it spread too far. Naught else came to mind to ask, and as others had already asked their own questions, Alexa remained silent. She was sure they'd receive any answers they truly needed as and when the time came to receive them.
@The Fated Fallen No, yeah, that makes sense. I was just having Sett resist the urge to so much as look in that direction.
Sett tried his best to ignore that Alice was redressing herself nearby. He tried very, very hard indeed, and succeeded partially due to the fact that Geradin had asked him what he was doing a tad angrily. 'It's only fair,' he'd responded immediately, 'that one who has assisted us in defeating our foes ought to be given their freedom, granted that they do not in turn become a foe of ours.'

Another part of his success came from the Scorely's seemingly-mocking imitation of Settionne's own velvet tones- how dare he, by the by- before he began to... grope her? Ah, no, he was searching for weaponry, of course. And doing a poor job of it, given that he'd made the poor girl laugh via apparently tickling her. Obviously, he hadn't meant to, but Sett was obligated to give him a disapproving glance, complete with a shake of his head. He was, after all, a priest of the gods.

Nonetheless, the Skolly seemed satisfied with his search, and the Dark Elf seemed contrite and honest enough to be trustworthy... no matter. With just the slightest bit of tentative movement, perhaps wondering whether he couldn't have given the key to another to use, Sett unlocked the woman's shackles, stepping back with them in hand before placing them neatly on the ground. Chances were, they wouldn't be needed again.

'And may the gods bless your future travels,' he blessed the Dark Elf, shortly before Beren suggested that she have lunch with them and join them on their quest, in turn followed by Geradin rudely interrupted. He had no idea what Beren and the dwarf were saying to one another, but it seemed Geradin was the loser of that argument; whilst Sett would otherwise have agreed with him, given that this was a Dark Elf and all, he wasn't exactly going to ignore the fact that he'd been shoved for no reason.

'Well, dare I say,' he murmured to the Dark Elf with an air of conspiracy- falsified, of course, even if it sounded truthful- 'we as a group could do with a few extra hands, and you're clearly a skilled enough fighter that you'd be no burden.' Never mind that technically, Settionne was more of a burden than any other person here, but he'd assisted them from time to time, not to mention succeeded at keeping Fineki's favour and anonymity both. If he could do a decent job, why not her?

@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@The Fated Fallen@Fetzen@Stormflyx
@Jbcool I admit, I was confused by that phrasing too. I will admit some blame on my part in that regard, since I was helping guide LemonZest through the writing process; that said, I reckon his CS looks pretty good.
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