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ill be posting tomorrow night
we'll pack stukov a bag lunch or something for food on the go on the next mission
if he doesnt eat in the next 8 IC hours.
we'll pack stukov a bag lunch or something for food on the go on the next mission
if he doesnt eat in the next 8 IC hours.
“Stay calm and take ahold of yourself, we are only females here and I am sure you have seen worse. ADRAINNE, I am going to go change, maybe you should do the same? Or you could always stay the way you are and bother Zhevon!” Aviza laughed, Adrianne then realized what she was wearing in front of Stukov and Zhevon, and promptly disappeared. Likely into her own room to change. Stukov stepped forwards with a face of mild discomfort and spoke,
"Morning Boss, medicae center got the damage repaired, or replaced what they couldn't fix. Vocal cords included. If I might request, don't put me in any sort of formal wear. The augmatic leg tends to stand out rather sorely. Some fancy place like that would expect fancy replacement parts. Not my brand of repair work, I'm afraid." He explained. Zhevon listened closely, the augments must have been installed very recently. Judging by how he seemed unused to his new voice.
"I see." Zhevon replied, eyeing Stukov's new leg and rifle, "No formal suit for you then." He agreed. The Medic assigned to watch over them then approached him and explained that the Canoness had delivered a box of treats, and that she had been tasked to make breakfast and lunch for them. Zhevon said his thanks and was about to offer his help, but stopped when the Medic had begun to sharpen a kitchen knife while insisting that he relax. He got the hint, and went to the couch to sit. Stukov declined the offer of food, instead opting to leave to find solitude. Zhevon understood, augmentation without the proper therapy to ease the patient into the new parts of their own body could potentially be traumatic. And then there was the event of the Factory mission. It was a lot to take in. He sat in silence, closing his eyes and thinking of what to do with the Armsman. Gradually the room smelt of freshly made pancakes, waffles, and other assorted foods. When the Medic finished placing the dishes on the dining table, he moved over there.
From the second floors stairs, Aviza appeared dressed in casual wear, then took a seat. Adrianne was not far behind, albeit dressed in her full equipment.
"Sorry about that, I can be a little slow in them mornings... it is morni,- wait..." She began, stopping mid sentense and halfway down the flight of stairs, " ... is that... are those strawberry pancakes I smell?!"
"Yes, take a seat." He motioned with his gloved hand. In front of him was a plate of toast, a small breakfast. Once she sat down, Zhevon began again, "Now then. Before we go into another mission, I would like to discuss what happened with Armsman Stukov. As we know in the previous mission, he suddenly was blessed by the Emperor with speed and strength." He was much more comfortable now with the women in his squad dressed in more revealing clothing. He poked his toast with his fork, "Captain Horner and I are of the opinion that we need veteran Armsman more than anything else as of the moment." He poked the toast again, and began to slide it around on his plate aimlessly, "I am thinking of allowing Psyker Valenthin to evaluate the extent and potency of the gift, as well as investigating if it is beneficial, or detrimental. Perhaps also providing in-field training if the gift appears to be permanent. Until we know more on the matter." He remembered the attack on the Flame Falcons, a quick decision that ended a thousand space marines, made without all of the evidence possible. Although it was his belief that the decision was too rash, he often wondered what he would do in the Inquisitors place. "I would like your opinions on the matter, Psyker Velenthin, Sister Niskaru.
"Morning Boss, medicae center got the damage repaired, or replaced what they couldn't fix. Vocal cords included. If I might request, don't put me in any sort of formal wear. The augmatic leg tends to stand out rather sorely. Some fancy place like that would expect fancy replacement parts. Not my brand of repair work, I'm afraid." He explained. Zhevon listened closely, the augments must have been installed very recently. Judging by how he seemed unused to his new voice.
"I see." Zhevon replied, eyeing Stukov's new leg and rifle, "No formal suit for you then." He agreed. The Medic assigned to watch over them then approached him and explained that the Canoness had delivered a box of treats, and that she had been tasked to make breakfast and lunch for them. Zhevon said his thanks and was about to offer his help, but stopped when the Medic had begun to sharpen a kitchen knife while insisting that he relax. He got the hint, and went to the couch to sit. Stukov declined the offer of food, instead opting to leave to find solitude. Zhevon understood, augmentation without the proper therapy to ease the patient into the new parts of their own body could potentially be traumatic. And then there was the event of the Factory mission. It was a lot to take in. He sat in silence, closing his eyes and thinking of what to do with the Armsman. Gradually the room smelt of freshly made pancakes, waffles, and other assorted foods. When the Medic finished placing the dishes on the dining table, he moved over there.
From the second floors stairs, Aviza appeared dressed in casual wear, then took a seat. Adrianne was not far behind, albeit dressed in her full equipment.
"Sorry about that, I can be a little slow in them mornings... it is morni,- wait..." She began, stopping mid sentense and halfway down the flight of stairs, " ... is that... are those strawberry pancakes I smell?!"
"Yes, take a seat." He motioned with his gloved hand. In front of him was a plate of toast, a small breakfast. Once she sat down, Zhevon began again, "Now then. Before we go into another mission, I would like to discuss what happened with Armsman Stukov. As we know in the previous mission, he suddenly was blessed by the Emperor with speed and strength." He was much more comfortable now with the women in his squad dressed in more revealing clothing. He poked his toast with his fork, "Captain Horner and I are of the opinion that we need veteran Armsman more than anything else as of the moment." He poked the toast again, and began to slide it around on his plate aimlessly, "I am thinking of allowing Psyker Valenthin to evaluate the extent and potency of the gift, as well as investigating if it is beneficial, or detrimental. Perhaps also providing in-field training if the gift appears to be permanent. Until we know more on the matter." He remembered the attack on the Flame Falcons, a quick decision that ended a thousand space marines, made without all of the evidence possible. Although it was his belief that the decision was too rash, he often wondered what he would do in the Inquisitors place. "I would like your opinions on the matter, Psyker Velenthin, Sister Niskaru.
cramming homework
Post tomorrow though
On other note, Vermintide is very enjoyable. Slaying rats is fun.
Post tomorrow though
On other note, Vermintide is very enjoyable. Slaying rats is fun.
The Jewel Ville Safehouse
Mid Morning - 10:15 AM
Mid Morning - 10:15 AM
The front door slowly swung open and Zhevon stepped through, carrying four paper bags of groceries. He wasn't wearing his armor, instead, a pair of casual pants, shoes, and a hooded coat. He still had his helmet, and leather gloves, concealing any skin that may have been showing. He shuffled past Stukov with a simple greeting. He noticed Aviza, sitting on one of the couches. Wearing a snug one piece often worn under power armor, the kind that often left little to the imagination. He quickly glanced away, instead he examined the card she was holding. It turned out to be an invitation to a party.
"Looks like our party is later today, in the evening. So we'll have some time to relax." He informed the others, he went to unpack his groceries. Taking out several bottles of juice, expensive alcohols, boxes of tea, recaf. Crackers, typical groceries. He looked to the left and found Adrianne wearing only a white morning gown, guzzling down water from the sink. He looked down at his groceries and practically buried his face in the stuff. After a second, he spoke up again.
"So... How do you guys like the place?" He asked, "It's actually the fall vacation home of Inquisitor Cattleya. So don't get rowdy and make a mess."
It looks good and I'm digging your character but unfortunately after a bit of thought, the current planet we're on isn't really suited for an Ogryn. So I'll give you some options, you can mothball Grav until the next Act, where the environment would be absolutely suited to an Ogryn, and make another character.
Or you could introduce Grav now, but we would have to face a new set of problems. Such as finding doors that Grav would be able to walk through. Or disguising him for infiltration missions. Since Grav is a tanky sort of guy, I expect him to be attracting a lot of fire, and we don't have a dedicated Medic yet. Small things like those.
Or you could tell me off and do what you want, that is an option as well.
Also given the pace of this RP, the next act might come in maybe a year. Or five. Something like that. Just a heads up.
Character wise, Grav is great. It's just that we're in the middle of a garden-world hivecity surrounded by wealthy nobles and snobby rich kids.
@Skyrte
Alright, I guess my second question would be could I play as an Ogryn? If not that's cool, it'll just take me longer to get a CS down.
I'd rather not since Ogryns are kind of uh... Stupid.
But if you could come up with an intelligent Ogryn, sure. I think their Sergeants or something have an implant that increases their INT.
Bullgryns are cool too.
9 campaigns for a 24 year old guardsman is a lot, but you're approved.
Move this to the chartab and post IC
Uh, I saw the interest check and was wondering if you need another hand? I've only given a skim so I don't know what's up but I thought I would just ask and not assume you had spots open.@Skyrte
We have spots open.
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Brand new and shiny interest checks have been made.
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Brand new and shiny interest checks have been made.
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