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RAIN OF SPIDERS (SPIDERS spiders)
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Damn. I hope things get back in control soon, then.
I'm doing pretty well, yeah. You?
Alright, I've posted, guys. Pardon the overlong wait.

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‘Shoot- wha-? Oh, nonono, no,’ Sett clarified, waving Aeryn down as he followed on. ‘We don’t need to shoot her.’ Not yet, anyway. This “Lynn Read” seemed non-hostile for now, but she was by no means unsuspicious. Yes, there were certainly great bounties to collect, but belts to trade seemed rather... wait, did she say “belts”, or “pelts”? Damn that accent. And either way, in this humid environment, her wares seemed superfluous.

Not that it mattered. Beren had made the choice to treat her as a fellow guest in the town, in the end; despite his jumping as Aeryn wound up directly behind him, Sett’s own presence seemed to calm the man down somewhat. Now, why would- ah, right. Dark Elf. Lynn Read might be a bit put off by that, mightn’t she. And with Aeryn seemingly under his command at the moment... very well, he supposed he would have to take charge of that situation.

‘Rest assured, ma’am, all is well,’ he clamoured, posturing as he always had as they moved into the tavern (guiding Aeryn that way if he had to), ‘and fear not my stalwart companion here, for she is quite friendly.’ To make his point, he patted Aeryn’s shoulder affectionately, before taking a seat and calling to the barkeeper ‘Good sir! Another ale, if you will, and I believe I have one more free after this.’ It’d be fine to risk tipsiness; he could water it down inside himself, if need be.

‘So, Miss Read,’ he queried politely, ‘from whence do you come? And what brings you away from there? I can only assume the trade in, ah, pelts is flourishing as well in more civil lands.’ A desire for adventure, perhaps? The urge to slay without reprimand? Perhaps the Dark Elves had her as some ghoulish mercenary? And worse ideas kept arising in Sett’s mind, his eyes flicking over Lynn’s form restlessly even though he remained at rest.

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Likewise, I apologise for being late to post. I believe I said privately, but I realised I was majorly burning myself out on RPs, and consequently have dropped all of them but this one and a few others. I do plan to get an update out for this evening or sooner, to wit, so hopefully I can come up with something that makes up for the tardiness on my end.
Alexa could swear the room had turned into naught but a sea of whispers and endless eyes at some point, for all the nobility looked to her, gestured at her.

She really didn't have much else to observe on the matter. At some point between her decision to stay and the leave called upon them by Sister-Celestian Victorine, her mind decided it'd rather not remember the majority of the event, even though she was nonetheless conscious and somewhat functional. She could safely note, though, that of the nobles who had said anything at all about the resurrected girl, none had any useful, concrete information. Perhaps they ought to have left after all. Then again, they'd... she'd... almost certainly made the Order of the Transfixed Saint look pathetic. No, no, no, they'd never say that was so, not the nobles nor her fellow Sisters, but surely they'd believe they were weak, she was weak, by dint of her own flaws showing through.

She considered flogging herself for a while before falling to slumber. Instead, once she had all but torn the outfit given to her away and replaced it with her usual robes, only a minor alleviant of the tightness around her torso, her frantic mind dragged her to the dataslates of the local medical bay for some light reading.

Technically, it was the position of the Orders Famulous, the Thrice-Fold Tongue her own order's sister sect in that regard, to receive the teachings necessary both to maintain the faith of the nobility and monitor them for corruption - but it was also not unheard of for somebody to fall into the hands of a Hospitaller, only to fall into the custody (however short-lived) of the Sororitas when it was learned there was some subtle corruption in them. Records were kept of these events, signs to bear witness to, especially in those who seemed outwardly untouched by the ravages of Chaos, and Alexa forced herself to browse through them, slate by slate. Odd behaviour. Twitching or uncommon stillness. Tongues, of course. Naturally, what differences there were to non-Chaotic illnesses of the physiology. Internal mutations. Prayers under their breath, at times, in particular with no sign of the Aquila held or made. Even subtle things like too intense a glare or a glance pretended away from...




Or perhaps she only dreamt of reading up on these symptoms, for she awoke the next morning face down on a table, distinctly recalling finding nothing of the sort in the civilian medbay. Yes, that was right. She'd only meant to look through the local logs for information on odd patients, using her own mind to reference the symptoms of corruption, and at some point, she'd clearly lost consciousness and imagined she was looking through such a secretive database.

...oh dear. She'd fallen asleep in a medical office. Apologising profusely to the head of staff for the inconvenience ("None whatsoever, I promise! I'd never deny a resting place to one of the Emperor's finest!" And yet, the matter concerned the Hospitaller long after the fact), she returned to her room, caught up on the flogging she'd proposed to herself last night for about fifteen minutes whilst praying vigorously for forgiveness, abluted herself of the aftermath, then- with servitor assistance, an unusual but reasonable enough affair- finally returned to wearing her power armour and all the associated gear, the constricting space a blessing that at last, paradoxically, allowed her heartrate to slow and her breathing to slow after most of a night of forcibly-repressed hyperventilation.

And the lack of decent rest chose then to strike her, as did the soreness from sleeping on her cheekbone with her back bent over. Not to mention the self-flagellation. Her morning meal consisted of a few of the various leftovers from last night's reverie, and a hefty dose of recaf that set her pulse racing in all the wrong ways again. At least it let her function somewhat normally. By the time she felt ready to present herself to the governor's emissary as instructed, helmet firmly on even with its faulty, aggressive vox, the average person almost couldn't tell she had been up half the night doing research.

And by contrast, Sister Dominica was exceptionally eager to meet the revived farmgirl. Would that Alexandra herself could be so optimistic; realistically, Sister Lisbeth was setting herself up for disappointment. But, optimism was hardly a bad thing under most circumstances. And if she was right, well... though nobody else would be able to see it, Alexa forced herself to smile. Yes, this was going to go well. She would believe it was going to go well. She had to believe it would.

Emperor, may you show us the way. If this girl is truly one of yours, make it clear that she has received your divine blessing, or else let it be known that she is befouled by the taint of the Warp that we might purify that taint posthaste. In your name, we march ever onward.
It's powerful! It's a bit far off from the rest of the Stands in the group in terms of ability, but that doesn't make it bad necessarily. I suppose I'd want the effect to run out in a short while, and have a visual representation of the place it struck, like (part 6 Stand).


That seems like a reasonable assessment. I will make note that as a close-range power Stand in a group of largely support Stands, 「Ten Thousand Fists」 being immediately more devastating seems like it'd be a given, but I will add in those changes to balance it out, and probably make a note too that the effects would also dissipate if a target is a substantial distance away from the Stand, maybe ten or twenty meters.
Technically, the group also needs healing, I'm noticing. Arguably, this Stand would be capable of offering it. Depends on how Araki we want to go with a particular notion of its usage, is all.



I can't finish Phil himself off right now, but commentary on the power would be much appreciated.
Alright, I know I'm here a little bit late, but I did actually have an idea for a Stand that's caught my mind, semi-specifically based on how nobody here seems to be into that whole "fighting" thing. Would @ManyThings mind if I wrote up a sheet for potential future use? I don't mind if it never gets used here, I just want to get it down so that it's present.
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