My sleep cycle was pretty off. I went to bed around 3 in the morning and woke up at noon, if not 1 pm. Also, I never said it was a bright idea. It just happened. I decided not to go to sleep one night and when morning rolled around, I decided to stay up until an otherwise reasonable hour to go to sleep.
I'll let you guys know by tomorrow whether I have to go in on Monday, and if I do, I'll let you know if I'm actually chosen for a jury.
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"Pardon my intrusion, but were you in the Guard before joining the retinue?"
Sten kept his eyes glued to his laspistol, almost fully absorbed. “Yeah, I was a Gunnery Sargent in 27th Kaviskr Shock Troopers.” He continued to reassemble his weapon, trying to ignore the distracting attempts at conversation. In his experience, Guardsmen, or anyone experienced in going into bad situations, had different ways of coping. Sten's was to light a lho and disassemble and reassemble his weapon until the weapons parts and the stick's flavor were all he thought about.
The chimera arrived on the front lines soon afterwards. Sten closed the weapon housing and re-checked the battery nodes for the umpteenth time before piling out of the Chimera and into the trenches of the front line. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Guard ID tags swinging from the Magos' neck. Sten was immediately surprised that a Cogboy would wear such a piece of sentimentalism, then felt rather badly for snubbing another ex-Guardsman, possibly hindering his own coping mechanism. He made a mental note to apologize, though after the mission. The Inquisitor gave his orders telepathically, and Sten gave a telepathic bow of acknowledgment before running off towards the left flank.
The left flank was a maze of trenches and no-man's land, filled with vicious close-quarters fighting. He attached himself to a guard squad and led the push into the enemy's lines. Pyrokinesis, when performed correctly, was much like building a fire. He started with the small things like causing heads to spontaneously combust. Then the real trick was to let his hatred swell so he could control the more powerful techniques. A squad of cultists tried to ambush the squad around a corner, but Sten knew of their presence and heated their weapons in their hands until they dropped them or they jammed. The cultists were quickly mowed down, but one managed to leap forward and strike Sten with a knife. Sten blasted him away with a blow from his force staff, then inspected the wound.
It was a shallow cut, and didn't immediately require medical attention. Ray pressed his hand into the wound and cauterized it, feeding off his self-inflicted pain to reach forth into the ether. The trench ahead of them erupted in a great gout of fire and screams. The guardsmen held him in fear and awe as his face began to curl into a scowl. He marched onward through the trench he just cleared to find a reinforced steel door, leading to an underground enemy stronghold. The squad leader awkwardly tried telling him that they would have to wait until breaching explosives were brought up when Sten began pounding on the door with his bare hands. Sten let his hate build as he slammed upon the door. He pooled it in his hands and they began to glow like hot metal. He slammed his hands into the door and began tearing a hole into the heated metal. Spotting cultists on the other side, terrified and preparing to fire, he inhaled deeply and spewed a gout of flame-breath into the room. With a grunt of exertion, Sten ripped the door apart and collapsed against the trench wall, his hands returned to normal. He needed to catch his breath after such a powerful exertion. He tried to use a more powerful technique without building up enough fury to fuel it, and so exerted himself more than he intended. He let the squad proceed into the stronghold while he rested for a moment.
Sten kept his eyes glued to his laspistol, almost fully absorbed. “Yeah, I was a Gunnery Sargent in 27th Kaviskr Shock Troopers.” He continued to reassemble his weapon, trying to ignore the distracting attempts at conversation. In his experience, Guardsmen, or anyone experienced in going into bad situations, had different ways of coping. Sten's was to light a lho and disassemble and reassemble his weapon until the weapons parts and the stick's flavor were all he thought about.
The chimera arrived on the front lines soon afterwards. Sten closed the weapon housing and re-checked the battery nodes for the umpteenth time before piling out of the Chimera and into the trenches of the front line. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Guard ID tags swinging from the Magos' neck. Sten was immediately surprised that a Cogboy would wear such a piece of sentimentalism, then felt rather badly for snubbing another ex-Guardsman, possibly hindering his own coping mechanism. He made a mental note to apologize, though after the mission. The Inquisitor gave his orders telepathically, and Sten gave a telepathic bow of acknowledgment before running off towards the left flank.
The left flank was a maze of trenches and no-man's land, filled with vicious close-quarters fighting. He attached himself to a guard squad and led the push into the enemy's lines. Pyrokinesis, when performed correctly, was much like building a fire. He started with the small things like causing heads to spontaneously combust. Then the real trick was to let his hatred swell so he could control the more powerful techniques. A squad of cultists tried to ambush the squad around a corner, but Sten knew of their presence and heated their weapons in their hands until they dropped them or they jammed. The cultists were quickly mowed down, but one managed to leap forward and strike Sten with a knife. Sten blasted him away with a blow from his force staff, then inspected the wound.
It was a shallow cut, and didn't immediately require medical attention. Ray pressed his hand into the wound and cauterized it, feeding off his self-inflicted pain to reach forth into the ether. The trench ahead of them erupted in a great gout of fire and screams. The guardsmen held him in fear and awe as his face began to curl into a scowl. He marched onward through the trench he just cleared to find a reinforced steel door, leading to an underground enemy stronghold. The squad leader awkwardly tried telling him that they would have to wait until breaching explosives were brought up when Sten began pounding on the door with his bare hands. Sten let his hate build as he slammed upon the door. He pooled it in his hands and they began to glow like hot metal. He slammed his hands into the door and began tearing a hole into the heated metal. Spotting cultists on the other side, terrified and preparing to fire, he inhaled deeply and spewed a gout of flame-breath into the room. With a grunt of exertion, Sten ripped the door apart and collapsed against the trench wall, his hands returned to normal. He needed to catch his breath after such a powerful exertion. He tried to use a more powerful technique without building up enough fury to fuel it, and so exerted himself more than he intended. He let the squad proceed into the stronghold while he rested for a moment.
Ray had brought along most of his share of the money they had earned for saving Waterdeep and was eager to spend it. He smiled to himself as Danny fawned over everything, and left her to explore while he perused the tailor's wares. After browsing for some time, he selected a simple, yet stylish work outfit, a priority in his mind so he wouldn't ruin his clothes while working each day. Next was a fine red coat that was both formal and casual and could be worn on most any occasion. What caught his eye next was a simple ensemble that hinted at culture, enough to be innocuous yet appealing. Lastly, he gave the tailor a sizable sum to commission a project, one that, for the amount offered, the tailor promised would be finished and delivered that night to their ship.
Ray had spent nearly all his money on the four new outfits, and regretted none of it; he was quite satisfied to be in something fresh, new and clean. The tailor had his clothes sent to their ship, except for the red coat, which Ray had changed into. Danny started asking about where they should go next, spilling the words from her mouth. Something about her made Ray smile. Its her enthusiasm. For such a small person, she's absolutely bursting with it.
“I'd like to see this tournament. It sounds like quite the show, and I'd like to cheer Luro on,” he snorted, “And see if he can hit something sober.” The pair shared a chuckle, but were interrupted quite abruptly by a woman accidentally tackling Ray. Nearly falling over, Ray caught her in his arms and righted her. “I've had women throw themselves at me before, but never like this.” Ray quipped. Then he thought about it a moment and left a trailing, “Well....” Danny roused him from his brief reverie, checking to see if they were alright in her verbose manner. The woman apologized and ran off, leaving with a remark that confused and consternated Danny. Ray chuckled, both at having instantly divining her meaning, and Danny's oblivious reaction. “She thought we were a couple.” He explained. His smile turned sour when an unexpected thought appeared. “Unless she thought we were siblings.” He scowled. “I hate my siblings. Anyway, lets go, I want to see how well Luro can aim without rum to steady his aim.”
Ray had spent nearly all his money on the four new outfits, and regretted none of it; he was quite satisfied to be in something fresh, new and clean. The tailor had his clothes sent to their ship, except for the red coat, which Ray had changed into. Danny started asking about where they should go next, spilling the words from her mouth. Something about her made Ray smile. Its her enthusiasm. For such a small person, she's absolutely bursting with it.
“I'd like to see this tournament. It sounds like quite the show, and I'd like to cheer Luro on,” he snorted, “And see if he can hit something sober.” The pair shared a chuckle, but were interrupted quite abruptly by a woman accidentally tackling Ray. Nearly falling over, Ray caught her in his arms and righted her. “I've had women throw themselves at me before, but never like this.” Ray quipped. Then he thought about it a moment and left a trailing, “Well....” Danny roused him from his brief reverie, checking to see if they were alright in her verbose manner. The woman apologized and ran off, leaving with a remark that confused and consternated Danny. Ray chuckled, both at having instantly divining her meaning, and Danny's oblivious reaction. “She thought we were a couple.” He explained. His smile turned sour when an unexpected thought appeared. “Unless she thought we were siblings.” He scowled. “I hate my siblings. Anyway, lets go, I want to see how well Luro can aim without rum to steady his aim.”
AkiBlue said
Hm, if I'm not mistaken, Thor said he had a jury summons sometime. So I'll move both Nolan and Ray along.
Jury summons is on Monday. Either today or tomorrow I'll be calling in to see if I even need to come in, so I'll have something up today. I just spent yesterday trying to straighten out my sleep cycle by staying up for 24+ hours because... reasons. Either way, I was completely shot yesterday which is why I didn't post.
Well, I was waiting because pretty much everyone had posted and there wasn't much more for me to say other than "Sten said yes to the Cogboy and noticed the damn bird was staring at him again."
I'll probably tack that onto the beginning of my post and then get into the fight with the rest.
I'll probably tack that onto the beginning of my post and then get into the fight with the rest.
AkiBlue said
>:c You no see my posted note Thor. Seeee itttt.
Oh jeez, I'm sorry. OTL
What kind of Island is it gonna be? Generic Port? Navy Outpost? Pirate Haven? Mysterious Island of Ruins and Cannibals? Feel free to take this to PM if you want this to be spoilers for everyone else.
Here's hoping your laptop gets fixed sooner rather than later cuz I'm gonna need some new banners soon because we'll miss you. :P
But seriously, I have plans for Ray to get like 5 new outfits, and I'm thinking different banners of each outfit would we a nice feature.
But super seriously, laptop issues suck, man. My sympathies and best wishes.
But seriously, I have plans for Ray to get like 5 new outfits, and I'm thinking different banners of each outfit would we a nice feature.
But super seriously, laptop issues suck, man. My sympathies and best wishes.
The journey to Utsukushī was remarkably uneventful, considering what the past few days had held. Ray enjoyed the quiet days, playing music whenever the occasion took him, even giving Runali a brief trick at his viola. She played it about as well as he expected, trying his best not to snicker at her 'music.' Each evening he joined Luro for a drink and each day was continually blown away by Nolan's cooking. And then, they had arrived. Ray quietly wished the trip lasted longer.
As soon as they arrived, Luro grabbed Nolan's wrist and ran off, shouting something about the tournament. Ray was intrigued by the event, but had some slightly more pressing matters to attend to; his green jacket was in terrible condition. It was covered in stains, scuff marks, tears and reeked to high heaven, and made him terribly uncomfortable wearing it. Ray needed new clothes, so when Danny suggested a trip into town to sample everything on offer, Ray jumped up. “Sounds like fun. I'll follow you. Let me know if we come across any tailor shops.” Besides, it would make a nice change of pace to be a Tourist rather than a Pirate for a day.
All Sten did was finally notice how good-looking she was, now that her blankness wasn't the only thing he noticed, since she's wearing a limiter for the first time in Sten's presence. His imagination (and possibly the warp) has a tendency to take ideas and run with them in his head. Chances are pretty slim we end up with an Eisenhorn/Bequin style relationship.
PS: Sten still hates her.
PS: Sten still hates her.
The corner of Sten's mouth quirked at the sight of the Chimera. His old regiment, the Kaviskr Shock Troops, often used Chimeras in rapid strike operations. His troops prized the Chimera for its speed, armor and firepower. He ran a gloved hand over the armor before he entered, faintly smiling in memory. He took the seat furthest from the interrogator. Even with her limiter on, he disliked the Interrogator. He could overlook the fact that she was a blank; her abilities were useful against his kind and she could hide his and the Inquisitor's presence from other psykers. However, the sadistic glee she took in causing him discomfort made his stomach turn. Either that or her beauty....
Sten shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts that had entered his head. He was mildly disturbed with the personal revelation that he found the Interrogator attractive, and chalked it up to the limiter and the absence of her blankness. There is no point in even considering this line of thought. We are polar opposites. Nothing can exist between psyker and blank.
He found that his gaze had unconsciously rested on her while he thought. She either hadn't noticed or pretended she hadn't, but her psyber-raven met Sten's gaze, almost accusingly. Sten glared at the bird for a moment before turning his attention towards his laspistol, field stripping it, examining the components and reassembling it. He tried to clear his mind before entering the battle, retrieving his half-finished lho-stick and finishing it off.
Sten shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts that had entered his head. He was mildly disturbed with the personal revelation that he found the Interrogator attractive, and chalked it up to the limiter and the absence of her blankness. There is no point in even considering this line of thought. We are polar opposites. Nothing can exist between psyker and blank.
He found that his gaze had unconsciously rested on her while he thought. She either hadn't noticed or pretended she hadn't, but her psyber-raven met Sten's gaze, almost accusingly. Sten glared at the bird for a moment before turning his attention towards his laspistol, field stripping it, examining the components and reassembling it. He tried to clear his mind before entering the battle, retrieving his half-finished lho-stick and finishing it off.
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