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>Added mention of The Endless' Library, and added characterization to Wind
>Grammar.

>Edited character sheet because a misused word.
I'll have my sheet done tomorrow.
Reserving this spot for whatever
You know how 2016 has been a pretty terrible year?
Alan Rickman dying, Prince, David Bowie.
Anyways, shits happening in my life I think I need to take another extended break from RPing and writing in general. Really sorry about all this.

You guys could have Zhevon get an urgent call about something, he'll have to leave his retinue in the care of another Inquisitor. Maybe Cattleya, the two trust each other. Or you guys could make another of your own. Up to you guys.

Anyways, cya guys around.
Heyo, been busy and I'm still going to be busy for a while. But I'll get a post up in a day or so.
All these talented people, and I just go find stuff online to use.


i know right
im not even that good of a writer and the most i can draw are bad stick figures
Zhevon had gone into a back room to find some sort of ladder or stepladder. Something that he could step on to reach the ceiling, to wipe the cream off of it. He spent several minutes there, eventually grabbing a stool. He stepped back out into the kitchen living room area, only to witness the second half of the debacle, which resulted in Stukov walking out and two spilled drinks. He sighed and rubbed his faceplate, setting the stool down. After Stukov had left, Zhevon spoke up.

"Excuse me but how old are we?" A rhetorical question addressed to everyone present, "We are not school children. We are trained, experienced servants of the Emperor. All of us. So why, tell me, did I just witness what I could describe as the bullying of one of the most veteran Armsmen of my personal Blackship? Who thought it was a good idea to test that mans patience, who just recently realized he is a Psyker and is most likely unstable," Zhevon found himself speaking quicker and his volume increasing, "in the home of another Inquisitor?!" He stopped for a second, lowering his volume to his usual, "Keep in mind that we are guests here. All of us, even I. We are allowed here." He looked to Solares. Zhevon ran his hand over the top of his helmet, taking off the hood. "I know everyone has had a long day, I have as well. But I still shouldn't have to say any of this." He turned to Adrianne, "I've lost my appetite. My apologies, Adrianne. I'll have some of your cooking another time." He walked out saying, "If anyone needs my attention, I'll be just outside."

He stepped outside and sat on a bench, taking out a small leatherbound handbook and holding onto it. He looked up to the sky and gave a heavy sigh, thinking that he should have prayed to the Emperor just a little bit more.
i am here
I'll get a post up tonight.
@Skyrte
Yo.
I see you creepin' on this thread.
I really loved your character idea, so out of curiosity I am compelled to ask, are you still in this?

lurking as hard as i can

Tetra is a pacifist, so making him for a war makes no sense. I suppose I could cram in a flashback. Although I haven't actually left any room for one, we can pretend. What do you think of Teknall sending Tetra to the Rovaick to help them learn metalworking? @Skyrte


If left on his own, mostly pacifist yeah. But if you make him and tell him to go to war, he'll do it, and probably grow as an individual pretty rapidly. Sending Tetra to the Rovaick to teach them metalworking works well with me.
He'll learn how 2 into smithing different things gud while teaching Rovaicks how to smith.
"No, nothing for now Magos. I could procure some Ork subjects for you, if you need any test subjects." Zhevon said, he looked to the door, "Excuse me, this disguise is getting rather uncomfortable. Feel free to enter the safehouse when you wish."
The Inquisitor left and walked into the building discovering that Adrianne was already in the kitchen cooking a meal... In her own specific way. With floating knives. He noticed some mess in the kitchen, notably whipped cream on the ceiling. He merely scratched his head and walked up the stairwell into his room, where his armor and equipment was stored.

He threw off his disguise and slowly, carefully put on his original garb, armor, and equipment. After settling the helmet back on his head, he sighed. Finally complete again... He exited his room and walked back down into the living room. Looking up at the cream on the ceiling.
"I'm going to have to say that competitions are not allowed anymore."
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