"Yes, I know." Amelia replied to Riley with a small content smile as she enjoyed the calming presence of the other woman." But... I didn't want to think about it until now." She added quietly, her eyes closed as she did so." It stirred too much emotions I didn't want to think about... now... we can slowly talk about it." Amelia added, deciding to take some baby steps with it. She nodded when Riley agreed that they should visit the graveyard when they got the chance. It was currently the only way to get some proper closure right now. Though she supposed it was still a little early to form too grand a plan since, well they weren't yet told who's staying here and who wasn't.
Then she simply kept a quiet, snuggling against Riley, listening to the noise about the Conference room. People each were doing their thing." Nah... Let's just stay here... Already missed most of the movie anyways. Will take the chance to rewatch it another time." She added, before she noted that some bigger movement was happening and opened her eyes, only to spot Wayne moving away form the movie with Jamie in his hands as if holding a bomb." Hm?" She made a sound as she heard what Wayne talking and then moments later an explosion did happen. Amelia barely stifflied a giggle at the scene of Wayne hurrying with Jamie towards the kid's parents. More laundry to do later it seemed. Heavy duty loundry at that. Her nose slightly wrinked at the smell and she looked at Riley slightly amused." Can't say I expected this to happen today."
It wasn't every day you saw a diaper fail at it's creator given duty quite so spectacularly after all! The spectacular nature of this event didn't retract from the raw sewage smell though.
Age: 29 Sex: Female Position within The Imperium of Man: Former Mercenary Engineer Armor: -Reinforced leather jacket, pants. -Custom Armor plating – Created by using parts of salvaged imperial power armor. Multiple modifications and corrections were made for it to fit its new role. Barely resembles its origin. Still somewhat better than carapace armor though and of course more aestetic. -Armored leather boots with inbuilt powerful electromagnets. -A pair of armored gloves. Weapons: -‘White Skull’ Las Pistol – a heavily modified version of the standard issue laspistol, this work of engineering has been created by Vala herself. It has almost triple the power draw of a normal laspistol, making it more useful than it’s original, but it depletes powercells quickly and the wear on the weapon is increased, making the need for replacement parts quite frequent. She has created only 3 of these with the other two now destroyed. It’s kept on a holster on her right hip. - MAG Autogun MkIV(Shelly) - An autogun that fires hexagonal solid projectiles. The projectiles are about 6 cm in length and 0.7 cm in diameter. She acquired this specific gun or at least what was the remnants of a gun while on one of the many lawless space stations scattered across the fringes of Imperium space. After a lot of tinkering and experimentation she managed to create a workable and actually useful variant of it. It has the same range as a standard autogun. Its flat projectiles/slugs are propelled using a system of incredibly powerful electromagnets. The rifle uses standard powercells. Devastating against lightly armored targets as causes both blunt and puncture damage with each slug. Lacks penetrating power against heavily armored targets, though still hits like a hammer. The rifle has 10 slugs per clip. Held on the right side of her back with a magnetic buckle. -'Nova' LAS Heavy Sniper. - This a custom made las sniper, she made in the last year. It's strength stands in both it's incredible power and armor penetration plus great range. It's almost entirely custom rigged from both original and standard technology. Instead of one great emitter like the standard heavy las weapons, this one uses 4 smaller ones. The first three fire slightly before the fourth which is arranged in between the other 3, thus at impact the first 3 create a weaken heated spot in the middle, which allows the fourth to more easily puncture through the armor. This weapon can hold 2 power cells for las cannons, allowing for 2 shots at a time, before needing reload. The barrels and powers are cooled by 2 other special slots where she puts old depleted power cells that serve as sinks for the heat generated during a shot, thus lengthening the lifespan of all parts. Still for safety purposes, the required waiting time between shots is at least 10 seconds. -Autopistol – Held in a holster on her left hip. -Short straight sword – She keeps it for when she’s out of all her other weapons. Kept in a sheath across the left side of her back. -4 small frag grenades. Equipment: -A forearm mounted grappling hook launcher – uses same electromagnetic tech as her rifle. -Known to also carry portable set of tools during missions. Personality: As a person, Vala's a quick thinker and calm even under pressure. She's fast to come up with plans when problems arise and even faster to act up on those plans. She's friendly and mostly easy to get along with, but does dislike people who fool around too much even when the situation is not appropriate for it. She loves technology and loves tinkering with it in new manners that could prove useful, discovering new ways to deal with problems and get results with better ease or less costs. Naturally this trait of her tends to get her in conflict with tech priests, but what the techpriest do not know about, doesn't hurt her. The benefit of the Inquisition. On the humanity front, she doesn't really hold much zealous fanatism or pride, she doesn't hold much hatred for the xenos or the mutants, but will kill either if she has too without as much as a thought. She hates chaos, but not to the point of being blinded. Chaos destroyed everything she ever held dear and she doesn't mind returning the favor if she could without getting herself killed that is.
As a merc Val cannot really boast with deeds such as those of the soldiers of the Imperium, but she has stacked up a small list of accomplishments non the less.
The Kroozer Gambit
Hired by a Rogue Trader, away from the notable trade routes, Vala and her crew were tasked with bringing down a ork Kroozer that was discovered waiting in ambush for an unsuspecting transports. The Trader didn’t want to damage his own vessel so he hired mercs to be his scapegoats while his ship would pass the sector, hoping to escape paying.
Her crew immediately got suspicious of it and forged a plan to both do the job and get paid. Since what they had was a old modified transport ship, they pretended to be a random unsuspecting pray while a Vala and 4 of her crewmates took an assault boat. When the Kroozer moved to intercept their transport along with it’s fighter escort, the assault boat rammed to the engine room. Following a lightning fast gunfight, they set 5 heavy explosives across the engines and left the ship just in time for the bombs to explode and cripple the vessel. During that time, their transport had led the escort wing straight to the Rogue Trader’s vessel. Without support from the Kroozer, the trader managed to deal with the fighter escort. Their transport ship had susptained medium damages, but they got paid non the less. She later heard that an imperial Dauntless stumbled upon the Kroozer and destroyed it. Surely the Rogue Trader had taken all credit for disabling it…
3 days of darkness.
Vala’s crew had been forced to land on an uninhabited world when they came into confrontation with a light corsairs pirate vessel. Luckily for them the elder ship wasn’t heavily armed and after an incredible accurate hit on their part, both vessels were forced to crash land.
Vala’s armed transport had taken a serious beating and given the degree of the damage it would have required at least a week to repair. Without given much choice in the matter they were forced into a fight for their lives. After 3 days of almost constant battling with the corsairs, Vala’s crew managed to repel the enemy and grant her enough time to finish the repairs in a record time of 3 and a half days! They lost 5 people in that event, but finally managed to escape the planet.
Death to the Infidel.
While on a break from missions and traveling towards a nearby lawless space station for refuel and repair, Vala’s transport suddenly shook heavily from the impact wave of an immense explosion. By the time they saw what was going on, the transport was knee deep in a chaos attack of two Infidel class escorts on the pirate station.
The station’s weak shields were quickly down, it’s frankly old weaponry couldn’t match the two escorts. As the transports around it were destroyed, Vala’s ship found itself with no place to run. She and other 5 of her 15 crew members barely managed to get to the assault boat that also doubled as a escape capsule before their transport was blown to bits by 2 torpedos. With the destruction of the station, one of the Infidel class ships left to chase some ships that managed to escape the initial barrage while the other one stayed behind to finish wiping the place from anything that moved. Without place to land anywhere in the assault boat’s range there was only one option left. They used the debris as cover from the batteries, they boarded the Escort’s engine compartment like they had done in the past with the orks.
It was a slaughter against the chaos marines their weapons didn’t really carry much punch. It took Vala mere 2 minutes to set all the explosives and move back to her assault boat, but by the time she pulled the boat away from the chaos ship, she was the only one left. Alone and heavily wounded she watched with a big smile as the explosions took place, rendering it motionless in space… She laughed loudly as Imperial ships started warping about the place, probably having noticed the chaos presence.
Rave quite well went through all of the things she had on herself in her mind, but found nothing that could be used to shed some light on this situation. Alas she didn't become a lightbringer in this case and as far as she could recall from the outwards appearances of the rest, she couldnt' recall of anything of use either. Who knew what they might carry though, but none of them were actually saying they could cause fire to happen either. She heard words of confirmation that they had gotten to the bed or the door, but Rave didn't really believe she could help in those tasks.
Instead she focused on not moving as much and being a nuisance, because if hse was to go ahead and collide with someone in the darkness, both of them could get hurt. So she just leaned on the wall and used her healthy leg to bear her weight, which admittedly wasn't the most pleasant thign cause a single leg wasn't made to carry the entire weight of a person for greater amounts of time. She frowned in the darkness as she readjusted her weight destribution a little, putting some pressure on her injury, causing pain, but it was bearable.
"Even if we do force open the doorway, what's hte plan then though?" Rave asked with some concern and curiosity." We can't just blindly wander about the place, who knows whom and what is out here in the attic. Going downstairs could cause the manor people to treat us as criminals outright if we encounter them after breaking out. Shouldn't we have a solid plan of action before actually finding a way out or at least plan one while the task of breaking out of here is happening?" She asked the others.
Location: Gretna Green Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive), Perception
He ushered the horse somewhat faster forward, but even that had a limit as to not have the horse bumpi nto someone. If there was one thing that didn't mix well with horses in movement, it was people who weren't looking where they were walking. Never the less, they had arrived at hte church in a short notice without any experiences of sudden evil winds or simply the world ending or whatever else could happen at this point.
As Veta jumped off the horse and stormed forwards to deal with Ludwig, Constantin didn't hurry to disembrak in quite the haste. He moved the horse a little away of the main entryway and then hopped off it, then moved his horse towards Vlad's, keepign them together. These were Circus horses, good horses, well trained. He didn't want anything to happen to them. While doing so, he looked about, noting some somewhat familiar faces around, but be it Virginia or Millicent, neither were people whom he actually knew much of aside seeing their faces earlier in London. Still he pulled his attention away from them and out to the surroundings again.
This haze was here for a reason and as interesting and curious as it was, the fact it was present was more than a lil suspicious especially since the wind earlier, made sure htey wouldn't have Ludwig to possibly say what it was. Of course maybe he was being a little paranoid in this. He had a good reason to be, this concerned the survival of Veta, Vlad, his parents and hte rest of the circus - all people he cared for. Thus he decided that while Veta was concentrating at her task at hand, he would stay vigil. With the horses out of the way, he focused his attention on teh surroundings, searching for anything that might be of danger once more.
Character current location: Gretna Green Characters attempted actions: Keep an eye out for dangers around that may endanger the Grand Duchess! Any and all skills being used: Perception roll( No actiual skill to boost it a. A general Perception Roll) Why each skill is being called: To spot things! Desired location of the character: Gretna Green
"Indeed." Mosi nodded at the captain as he agreed to moving to the sun deck. She smiled and looked at the doctor who also gave the approval of the idea." Well as much as I don't really want to move, it's better to do so." Mosi added with a grin and reached over, taking the doctor's hand to help her stand up. She sure was awaiting the time eventually when her body resumed it's at least normal flexibility. She got up and tried lightly stretching, but it wasn't a nice experience. Yeah... the stingers had to be removed first.
She quietly followed the guards who were to lead them to the sun deck.She squinted her eyes even more over the swelling as she got hit with the first rays of light, before she got used to it once she got on the sun deck. It was way hotter here, actually. At least the air was supposedly clearer and all that. It would all be great in theory if it wasn't for the simple fact the haze in the air hadn't seem to have gone out. She stood at the side looking at the docks and the people starting to panic there as well.
"So... remember when I told the captain that it seemed to be a occult event happening?" Mosi asked with a huge grin on her face as she observed the people on the docks also panicking." Either something really out there is happening, or that's a whole lot of gas. I'm betting on my theory now." She chuckled as she found a chair to sit down on, so the doctor can start removing the stingers.
"Yes... no..." Amelia mumbled out, as Riley asked how she was. She herself wasn't sure how she felt right now to be honest. Every time she comforted herself that she would be alright, something happens and stuff she thought that she burried deep enough to not matter anymore resurface again." Just... bad memories, I didn't want to remember and things I've been trying not to think about." She added, leaning slightly to Riley." We... should go visit the graves when an opportunity shows itself." She eventually added out in quiet voice. There was no more avoid the subject or the issue. Maybe, just maybe by facing those graves and saying her goodbye with those who fell, she might be able to finally start slowly settling those memories. The people from back then were dead, at least they were so for good.
This was the only comfort in this situation, that the ones who had died, were no longer shuffling around in eternal torment. For the first time in forever she suddenly thought of her own parents. It's been so long since she had last seen them, the start of this nightmare to be precise, all those years ago. Back then she never found a trace of them when she was still close to her hometown. For all she knew they were either dead or were turned into a zombie long time ago, but she would never know. At least knowing the people from Newnan didn't suffer the same fate, gave her the feeling of relief.
Her eyes wandered around the room again, seeing everyone doing their own thing, it lingered on Ash and Thana for a moment there. They were acting pretty lovey-dovey there. It was nice seeing it, especially after the long time of seeing Ash alone during their journey here. She still quickly looked away and at Riley, though." We will be alright... we have to be." She mumbled quietly. Too much had gone wrong already for it to continue to go bad. Eventually at some point stuff had to go in a better direction. This should be that better direction!
"Huh..." Kosara mumbled when she realized what the enemies were. THey were flying and floating and noisy. She grimaced for a moment before she tossed the warg head to the side at the seats, having it neatly fall right in the middle of one, as if watching hte impossible to see movie right now. She then pulled her sword and dodged away as more blasts of air came in her direction. The darkness was kind of not nice at this situation. At hte theatre hall it was pretty dark overall even with the movie projector running, it didn't illuminate much without the screen to actually reflect the light. She frowned again as she dodged by virtue of her other senses, mainly she used hte sound the banshees were making as they were attacking at her which mostly sounded like draft across a corridor.
She tried shooting at htem, but it didn't seem to be hitting." Ohh... so... ghosts wanabes." She added and dodged again, slashing at another one that she just sensed above herself, but it wasn't physical so her demonic sword passed through it like it wasn't there, instead to be met with a terrifying sound attack of sorts that caused her ears to hurt like mad and forced her to dodge as far away in a single move as she could."... guns don't work and getting close to static ones don't work... What's the weak point?"
With that confirmed, she noticed that whenever they swoop down to attack her up close, they seem to be interracting with the enviroment which in this case was getting the theatre seats destroyed. So that was the moment to attack. She nodded and dashed towards hte middle lane before aiming her gun and shooting at hte hinges of the door to the entry hall htat was still illuminated, getting a line of light into the movie hall. To her pleasant surprise one of the banshees tried to go for her at the same time, getting a metaphorical deer in headlight look as it got put in it's place. It staggered and she realized something was up, and followed with a dash and a slash, up from the top down to the bottom in one single move, splitting it in two. It wasn't really alive for her to confirm, but she gave it designation dead since there wasn't any activity of it anymore. The others weren't making the same mystake though, they stood out of hte light, so Kosara dashed at them instead.
She dashed, dodged and jumped, delivering hails of bullets at the other 2 until one of them got triggered enough to make a dive for her, turning physical in the process as it got close. Kosara took the chance using her armored gauntlet proceeded to dodge to the side, finally getting enough momentum to leave phantoms and then delivered a devastating punch to the creature before it could turn incorporeal again, staggering it for a good moment, which she used to split it in two and then 2 as she swung at it twice. The last Banshee screamed, causing her ears to hurt, but it didn't get close no matter how she baited it. It just screamed at her and kept away from the reach of her sword. This wasn't working out well, so she decided to go for it once more. She sped up, ran up the wall, arriving by the enemy. It reacted right awya by screeming to get rid of her. She had to admit it was rather painful, but she had an ace up her sleeve. Her earbuds were blasting music at top volume so it didnt disable her as much, despite the pain and she allowed herself to 'slip' and drop on the ground.
Taking hte cue that it's prey was rendered harmless for a moment, the banshee dove for her, but this was what she had planned and as it arrived by her, it was met by the sudden upward slash from the huge sword, cleaving it again into two pieces. Two pieces she right away slashed at again. Having dealt with 3 of htem, she carefully looked around, eyes looking about for another enemy, it wasn't until she confirmed no other banshee was appearing, that she took a breath of relief and proceeded to wipe some blood from the corner of her mouth." Damn... bit myself..." She cursed in embarassement. She had indeed bitten her lip when she faked the slip and fell down.
Darkness... it was so damn dark in here right now. While the presence of hte voices of hte rest of the occupants of the attic gave in a level of reassurance that she wasn't alone in here, it also made the place rather unnerving. The way people could be around, but you couldn't see any of them. Hell she couldn't see her own hands even! It was going to get colder fast, and there wasn't a way out found yet. Well Titian seemed to have gotten out, so at least one door might be open? She looked around in vain, as her hand was placed on her injured leg. Everyone seemed to have their own task they were wanting to do, but they more or less denied the possibility of calling someone to come with a light.
"Be careful with that bed, it didn't look like the safest thing!" Rave called back to Walnut when the woman said she was going to be checking the bed. She was concerned about the survival of hte people here even if she wasn't as approving of some of their behaviors. With the others going for hte doors, she wondered why Walnut was going for the bed instead though. What sort of tool would the bed have? Honestly on this she was in agreement with Penance, they needed some light, or even if they left the attic it would be hard. Like how would htey go down the stairs without a light? Since she wasn't going to be moving much right now, she tried to figure out a way to maybe get a light going. There surely was a way to get some sparks or something to get a fire going!
" If only there was a flint and steel..." She mumbled as she tried remembering and thinking of other ways to maybe get those sparks. She was ready to burn a piece of her clothing if she had to.
Character current location: The Attic (Confinement) Characters attempted actions: Think of a way to light a fire with possibly avaible materials! Skills Used: Wisdom Why each skill is being called: Cause this is all about the Wisdom. Desired location of the character: The Attic (Confinement)
Location: Gretna Green Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)
Constantin didn't reply to Veta's comment, but he gave a silent nod to it even if she wouldn't be able to see it. Despite everything, he had to once more remind himself that soulless weren't really brainless animals. The assumtion that they would have attacked held little value especially since many of the soulless were fully capable of cooking up schemes. Some of them did seem to continue to possess some sentience and hell even animals could be scheming. Wolves for one easily hunted in packs which by nature was a plan. He was forced to recall the flying multiheaded icy bastard of a creature that nearly killed them. That one put up a fog to hinder visibility and hinder people and then also bailed for unknown reason. Yeah Veta was right, figuring out the minds of Soulless was a fruitless task and one that was not for humans.
"Sadly, Ludwig died with many ansvers." Constantin said quietly as he sighed." When it happened, I had just asked him to try to identify that thing that attacked you by the lake. I still felt that it's appearance at that time was of importance." The firewalker explained to Veta as they rode forward. The haze didn't seem to be vanishing and THAT was just plain weird. It wasn't relaly too hindering, he would have been concerned if it was fog, but with the way this was, he just felt curious. He seriously pondered what Ludwig would have had to comment on it, had he not met that unfortunate fate earlier.
"Ohh... there's the church? Good." Constantin commented as he saw the building some distance away. At least the chuch was reasonably and logically located in the town. This was at least something good he could say about this place so far. Be it bad food, crazy seas, scary monsters, and dangerous events, overall Constantin didn't have much of a pleasant or good impressions of these lands. People were somewhat nice most of the time, but the rest of it...
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