VashThe Book Thief said
Just a question though, since we'll need permission from GM's of other threads. What happens if no one allows it >-<?
Then we crash like those we were trying to save.
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I am interested.
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Valor said
http://runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Completionist_capeThat should occupy your time.
I would but I hated runescape.
I have infinite patience. I can wait.
But we should move on regardless.
But we should move on regardless.
Meh, the only thing I could see happening would be Eisen posting to address everything then GM us to the planet, Muse posting, or one of the others posting to address something either I or someone else said.
All in all, not much to do at the moment.
All in all, not much to do at the moment.
Dup dup dup.
I've done nothing with my weekend.
Except driving school.
Hate driving.
We're waiting on Fallen Muse, right?
I've done nothing with my weekend.
Except driving school.
Hate driving.
We're waiting on Fallen Muse, right?
Radical Grey Knight. I approve of this.
As the Inquisitor began speaking, Anna rested her head back on her arms, sank a little in her seat, and shut her eyes, feigning a lack of both interest and respect for her peers. Really, she was paying attention just as intently as the rest of them, perhaps even moreso. It would be one of her few assignments where she wasn't dropped on a planet full of daemons running around slaughtering everything in sight. Or lobbing fireballs at her general direction, which she'd never really get used to just taking head on, even if they didn't do anything to her.
She waited, rather uncharacteristically patient, as the rest of the retinue asked their questions, her left eye opening halfway to glance sideways at the ork who wanted to use his warbike. If they were going to head straight into battle, she'd absolutely love it if he got to use it. Then her eye turned to look at the ogryn, grey gaze staring intently at the oaf. She had nothing against him, but at times he could be as stupid, or even more, than the ork. Especially now, when he questioned the Inquisitor's decision to allow the ork to fight alongside him.
As for their resident psykers, well, she was a bit disappointed to say the least. Sten, the pyrokinetic, did what she had expected, which was moving the hell away from her. As for the Grey Knight, well, it was less eventful. She could feel the amount of psychic energy in the room dwindle until it filled only the pair in the room, where she was only drawing on a fraction of what they were capable of. At least, a fraction of what Nyxos was capable of. But, there was no true reaction from him, which grated on her nerves more than it should have. One of these days, she'd catch him without his armor, and she'd get him then. Probably get flung across a room or through a wall for it, but it'd be worth it.
"So, what I'm hearing," she said, the accent and tone of her voice marking her down as some kind of arrogant thug, "is that we'll be jumping into the dark without a clue as to what we're getting into, and subtly get into a library, when we've got a trigger happy ork, an ogryn, and a Grey Knight. We might as well have some Astartes drop into the middle of a city, for all the subtlety that'll be." She frowned at the lot, finally sitting up straight, resting her elbows on the table while her fingers laced together. "Not to mention I'm a leech that makes everyone uncomfortable just by being in the same room as them, the other Inquisitor has an assassin following her around, and our other psyker doesn't look like your average human, what with that thing he's got on his head. We are the exact opposite of subtle."
She waited, rather uncharacteristically patient, as the rest of the retinue asked their questions, her left eye opening halfway to glance sideways at the ork who wanted to use his warbike. If they were going to head straight into battle, she'd absolutely love it if he got to use it. Then her eye turned to look at the ogryn, grey gaze staring intently at the oaf. She had nothing against him, but at times he could be as stupid, or even more, than the ork. Especially now, when he questioned the Inquisitor's decision to allow the ork to fight alongside him.
As for their resident psykers, well, she was a bit disappointed to say the least. Sten, the pyrokinetic, did what she had expected, which was moving the hell away from her. As for the Grey Knight, well, it was less eventful. She could feel the amount of psychic energy in the room dwindle until it filled only the pair in the room, where she was only drawing on a fraction of what they were capable of. At least, a fraction of what Nyxos was capable of. But, there was no true reaction from him, which grated on her nerves more than it should have. One of these days, she'd catch him without his armor, and she'd get him then. Probably get flung across a room or through a wall for it, but it'd be worth it.
"So, what I'm hearing," she said, the accent and tone of her voice marking her down as some kind of arrogant thug, "is that we'll be jumping into the dark without a clue as to what we're getting into, and subtly get into a library, when we've got a trigger happy ork, an ogryn, and a Grey Knight. We might as well have some Astartes drop into the middle of a city, for all the subtlety that'll be." She frowned at the lot, finally sitting up straight, resting her elbows on the table while her fingers laced together. "Not to mention I'm a leech that makes everyone uncomfortable just by being in the same room as them, the other Inquisitor has an assassin following her around, and our other psyker doesn't look like your average human, what with that thing he's got on his head. We are the exact opposite of subtle."
Late, as usual.
The Interrogator's distinct lack of respect for promptness showed more and more as her time in the Inquisitor's service lasted. She sat in her room, ignoring the summons as she slowly pulled on the red and gold armor, the psyber-raven Archimedes on a desk nearby. Occasionally, it would let loose a caw, as if telling her to hurry up. Finally, her armor on, she began to sling weapons onto her body. An unwarded hellrifle sat in a holster on her back, the weapon looking like one of the primitive hunting rifles on lesser worlds. An inferno pistol was in the holster at her hip, like always. Her left hand was clenched around a staff, etched with the names of ninety-nine daemons.
Anna strolled through the hall, robotic bird perched on her shoulder, staff twirling unceremoniously in her hand. From the sounds coming from the end of the hall, the meeting was either underway or very close to it. Her long blonde hair fell behind her back as she hurried through the door, giving a small nod to the assembled group. Her eyes darted between the psykers in the room, looking for any sign of discomfort. Being a massive black hole in the warp, she practically sucked in psychic energy like a void when it got too close. It was always nice to see the discomfort on their faces.
A small smile playing on her lips, she took her seat near the ork, seemingly unperturbed by the greenskins presence. However, the bird on her shoulder glared at Gorgutz, head tilted slightly to the side, as if it were examining it like some kind of interesting experiment. Anna made herself comfortable, leaning back in her seat, arms folded up behind her head to form a sort of cushion as her gaze rested on their "esteemed" leader.
The Interrogator's distinct lack of respect for promptness showed more and more as her time in the Inquisitor's service lasted. She sat in her room, ignoring the summons as she slowly pulled on the red and gold armor, the psyber-raven Archimedes on a desk nearby. Occasionally, it would let loose a caw, as if telling her to hurry up. Finally, her armor on, she began to sling weapons onto her body. An unwarded hellrifle sat in a holster on her back, the weapon looking like one of the primitive hunting rifles on lesser worlds. An inferno pistol was in the holster at her hip, like always. Her left hand was clenched around a staff, etched with the names of ninety-nine daemons.
Anna strolled through the hall, robotic bird perched on her shoulder, staff twirling unceremoniously in her hand. From the sounds coming from the end of the hall, the meeting was either underway or very close to it. Her long blonde hair fell behind her back as she hurried through the door, giving a small nod to the assembled group. Her eyes darted between the psykers in the room, looking for any sign of discomfort. Being a massive black hole in the warp, she practically sucked in psychic energy like a void when it got too close. It was always nice to see the discomfort on their faces.
A small smile playing on her lips, she took her seat near the ork, seemingly unperturbed by the greenskins presence. However, the bird on her shoulder glared at Gorgutz, head tilted slightly to the side, as if it were examining it like some kind of interesting experiment. Anna made herself comfortable, leaning back in her seat, arms folded up behind her head to form a sort of cushion as her gaze rested on their "esteemed" leader.
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