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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Gat dammet, why does everyone already suspect Sett of being a thief? He didn't do anything to arouse their suspicions yet.

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

Alexandra sighed with relief, as it seemed no threat remained to the Genetorium, nor anybody else amongst their allies who had taken serious injuries. At least, no injuries serious enough to be worth medicating, nor so minor that those who had received them were not already deceased. A sad tale, but not one she could assist with, other than offering a swift internal prayer that their souls reached the Emperor in good stead.

Pardon her. Had she thought that the Genetorium was no longer threatened? The Heretek, though incapacitated, was clearly still alive, not to mention the coward who had fled just minutes before, who mocked those that truly deserved power armour simply by bearing a suit of his own. Though it was proposed that the corrupted tech-priest was weak enough to be subdued even by the crew who had just helped fend off the assault on the Genetorium - she did not doubt their faith or their ability, of course - she still felt the need to propose 'I think the utmost care should be taken when imprisoning the Heretek' to the crew, her vox modulator as always implying far more stony distaste than she cared to convey. 'We have no idea what sort of technological trickery it may have hidden away.' Within its modified frame, potentially anything could be present, from undamaged electrodes capable of shocking a man to death, to a Chaos-empowered virus intended to corrupt and take command of their ship in its entirety. They simply couldn't know - and with that in mind, they simply couldn't allow it even the slightest chance of reaching and contacting the ship's machine spirit at any point.

'As for the supposed leader of these pirates,' she continued, her breathing escalating and her chest tightening just so as she realised how much talking she'd need to do to convey her point, 'as long as he is on this ship, he is a threat in the shadows. Worse still if he is allowed to make planetfall with us, and escapes to spread his grim worldview further still. He must be slain, or at least incapacitated, as soon as possible.' There, done, and she'd made the same general argument as both Sister Lisbeth and Sister Adalard. No need to stick out further, thank the Emperor.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189 No worries. All is well for me, at any rate.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Raymond Haywood: The Cruise Room

'With all due respect,' Raymond proffered as Benito chugged his vial of serum, the gaze of his mask matching that of the badly-scarred villain who had suggested violence was not the way, 'there is a reason the saying goes "to cut off the head of the snake". One does not collapse an organisation by eliminating its peons, for there are always more peons. You have to remove the head - that is, you have to ensure the organisation does not reform, and the best way of doing so is to remove those that organise it to begin with. And when all rests on a single lynchpin...'

He didn't get to say more than that, as the man who had drunk the vial exhibited what appeared to be a new power outright, shortly before blacking out and taking the others in the room with him into unconsciousness.

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Raymond came to about the same time as everyone else in the room. Scenes of death, destruction if one would, on a cosmic scale continued to roll through his mind, planet after planet vanishing as he played back the scene in his mind again and again. No wonder, then, that everyone was as affected as he was - to the extent that one villain, the one hailed as Whipstitch by the Broker, even fled the bar entirely, muttering something to herself about manipulation.

Forcing his breathing rate to slow, feeling his heartbeat steady as he calmed himself, Headhunter paid attention to each of the speakers that followed. One villain made the obvious point: Patriarch likely already had a spy within their ranks. He’d be interested to receive those vials, and he’d want to have a chat with the Broker to determine how he got them. Another simply asked what the Broker had done, as if none of what had happened was already obvious. And a third, the same man in fact who had so aggressively demanded a vial, completely changed tack and agreed to purchase a single vial the same way everyone else was. Had the trigger event affected the man so intensely? Perhaps. Or perhaps not.

One last speaker. This time, Chatterbox opened his mouth, simply to confirm his belief that the aforementioned Benito had, indeed, been granted his own set of abilities, as well as asking just a tad comically that any others interested in a vial didn’t take one in the bar again. And on that note, Raymond felt it might be appropriate to determine what exactly Benito had done to make that glass vanish.

‘Benito, was it?’ he asked, raising his voice just enough to catch the man’s attention. No need to suggest he’d just triggered - because of course he had. Instead, he wanted to clarify precisely how, and so uttered ‘If you wouldn’t mind doing us a favour, perhaps you could try to take another glass of water?’

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

sits dramatically

@POOHEAD189 Do you want me to write up a post for Sett whilst I wait, instead of just being a lump doing nothing much?

One Piece: New Horizons!

Dirk Messir - My Name Is Dirk Messir

You're ruining everything, Dirk. You're going to mess everything up for everyone.

'Nuh uh, I'm good,' he said into the telesnail againaginagain. 'I am playing pirates. Sorry, we are playing with pirates. We're pirates. Oh no, swords and guns. We're bleeding. We are dead. Don't call again.'

And then he chucked that silly old telesnail out the window, and slightly off the wall. Then he jabs some guy in the stomach who is trying to fight him with my hand knife the knifing knife got there to hand it to you, you did an amazing job, Dirk.

Couldn't Have Handled It Better Myself!

You messed up Moron! Now we're going to die Retard! I hope you're happy Failure!

'Sorry, Smash. I panicked,' Dirk yelled at Smosh as he did more weeaboo combat fightan. 'There might be angry swordpeople going to kill ussssss, nherhggeoifk.' It looked like Slush was doing just fine, though.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Alessa Heather: Charity Fundraiser

Igneous-? Damn, he was smarter than she’d given him credit for! Or he'd gotten help. Speaking of smarts, she needed to do some materials research so something like this didn’t happen again - she didn’t generally try for specific temperatures from her beams, instead just shooting out what felt right at the time. Even so, she knew it had a melting point, something over a thousand degrees if she recalled correctly. She just needed to crank her own heat high enough.

After avoiding his thrown attack. ‘Thanks, Overlook!’ she exclaimed as the Rocker’s leader scooped up a surprisingly large chunk of rock. But a relatively slow-moving chunk, nonetheless - the moment he chucked it, she would leap out of its path and strike back before the statue could act again.

Or, alternatively, the massive dinosaur that was Lillian could shunt her out of its path instead. Just a touch winded, Alessa gave a quiet thumbs up to her new girlfriend, then shifted off of her tail and called ‘Whatever you do, don’t get between me and the statue when I attack!’ This was less an order, and more a warning to anyone in earshot - if her heat expulsion was hot enough to melt igneous rock, it was more than sufficient to practically vaporise flesh on contact or even in its general vicinity, even if she directed it in a way that minimised heat loss from the ray.

That said, she had a perfect opportunity now. The statue, it seemed, was being mobbed by heroes: the new hero Mastar had leapt onto the golem, another character looked like they had smashed right into the titan’s skull, and that one member of that one group, what was her name, Kyoshi? Yes, that sounded right, was seemingly doing something to the statue’s other leg. And with Lillian circling, she had cover until... now! She charged out from behind Lillian, moving the opposite direction to the twenty-foot reptile girl, and aimed at the leg she’d been trying to melt before. This time, rather than merely being bright, the ray was practically incandescent, as the air itself energised and glowed in its wake. She’d put in at least two and a half times as much power behind her beam as before, beginning to dig into her stored power rapidly; if that didn’t melt the rock in short order, she rather wondered if she’d run out before the day’s end.

Like in the warehouse...

Alessa, no. It won’t be like that again.

Strange Cases of SYNBAD [High Casual]

Jack Valent

'Well, you are very powerful,' Jack agreed with Bridget, nodding enthusiastically as he ate. 'I'd say you could probably beat me in a fight most of the time. All of the time, actually, probably. Dragons are pretty strong, after all, so even if you're just part-dragon, that's still a step over most people, I imagine. Anyway, enjoy your chicken,' he tacked on to the end, giving a thumbs up to her. She was pretty neat, even if she was a bit haughty.

In the meantime, Jensen seemed to be apologising to Gemina for doing breakfast that day. 'For the record, Gemina, I also helped cook breakfast,' Jack mentioned once Jensen's apology was concluded. 'I figured I might as well help him, and if I took that away from you, then I apologise. I did also do some bacon and eggs and sausages for Myles, but he left before he could grab any... uh, I don't know if he'll be back soon, so if he isn't, I'll probably take those out to him unless somebody else finishes up first. Oh, we need to do that for Luka too, he didn't get any pancakes yet.' He still wasn't sure why Gemina was so insistent upon always wanting to at least help cook, something to do with her nature as a sort of puppet? Still, there was washing up to do - and even as he had the thought, the kindly woman was swooping in to handle it, putting on her washing-up gloves and setting to work scrubbing the unnecessary pans clean with practiced, albeit stiff and wooden speed. She even set the sausage, bacon and eggs aside in a plate in the microwave. She was always a sweetheart like that.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

I also vote for Retcon.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Well. Guess I'll just sit here and wait for a while.