If I was on vacation or something, I'd knock together full sheets for the fighters and let you all play them out as a combat tutorial but I think I am too tired these days.
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All too relatable.
We could do power armor but could we discuss a way to limit it? I wanted the RP to kinda blend in horror elements too so I don't want us to be too indestructible all the time.
Perhaps it's not good for indoor engagements due to bulk? Limited power supply? Idk these are just spit ball ideas, what kind of power armor do you guys feel would fit best?
Perhaps it's not good for indoor engagements due to bulk? Limited power supply? Idk these are just spit ball ideas, what kind of power armor do you guys feel would fit best?
Well it looks like we got ourselves a lil squad here if @DeadDrop is down, I'll see if I can work up a few documents for world-building and maybe an incident report or some documents that'll give some better insight towards the overall image. In the mean time if y'all have any ideas you'd like to see included I would implore you to share.
I would also like to reiterate, as this is important to me, I am down to put in some groundwork to get things off the ground but I do not want to be the sole fulltime GM here. I am hoping the four of us can all cooperatively build the universe and the story that follows together with equal consideration for each other. I also don't wanna have a lot of work, so yea.
In the meantime here's what I've drafted as an initial character hook.
We are 4 petty officers that formulate a special tactics squad aboard one of the ark colony ships, designated SCAS Mother Theresa, a proud holdout of the Grand Imperial Duchy of Man, or GIDM. the GIDM was the dominant galactic force in the galaxy at the height of it's reign. It's borders stretched from edge to edge and probed beyond the rim into parts unknown. Such a vast size easily grew unwieldy and, as all things do, the GIDM eventually came to an end. With the death of the emperor as well as a mysterious enemy chewing on the outskirts of known space the GIDM fell into a civil war that shattered the empire in the the hundreds of fiefdoms it exists in today. generations have passed and the GIDM is all but lost, several ark ships remain drifting through space as self sustaining holdouts of imperial power but remain far too thinly spread to have any hope of truly reuniting and reforming any sort of authority.
All of these factors have left the known galaxy in a state similar to feudal Europe.
House Balam rules over the Galaga system and 5 of it's neighboring stars. House Balam and the Mother Theresa have had a long standing mutually relationship of trade and military assistance and thus when the capital of their minor holding G6 "Taurus" comes under invasion from an unknown foe the GIDM are contacted for military aid. Our squad in particular will be dispatched on VIP retrieval to the capital city of Taurus which seems to be under the heaviest assault. In universe our enemy is mostly unknown, merely whispers exist amongst the highest echelon. We will be broaching horrors that have yet to be witnessed by the masses and although we shall potentially be high-powered killing machines our tactics and technology will not be prepared for the complete shift in paradigm that our new foes shall bring to the table.
For our characters, and all those others located in this universe to be, things are fixin to get a whole lot worse before there'll even be a thought of things gettin' better. Hope you guys are still interested in tagging along for the ride!
I would also like to reiterate, as this is important to me, I am down to put in some groundwork to get things off the ground but I do not want to be the sole fulltime GM here. I am hoping the four of us can all cooperatively build the universe and the story that follows together with equal consideration for each other. I also don't wanna have a lot of work, so yea.
In the meantime here's what I've drafted as an initial character hook.
We are 4 petty officers that formulate a special tactics squad aboard one of the ark colony ships, designated SCAS Mother Theresa, a proud holdout of the Grand Imperial Duchy of Man, or GIDM. the GIDM was the dominant galactic force in the galaxy at the height of it's reign. It's borders stretched from edge to edge and probed beyond the rim into parts unknown. Such a vast size easily grew unwieldy and, as all things do, the GIDM eventually came to an end. With the death of the emperor as well as a mysterious enemy chewing on the outskirts of known space the GIDM fell into a civil war that shattered the empire in the the hundreds of fiefdoms it exists in today. generations have passed and the GIDM is all but lost, several ark ships remain drifting through space as self sustaining holdouts of imperial power but remain far too thinly spread to have any hope of truly reuniting and reforming any sort of authority.
All of these factors have left the known galaxy in a state similar to feudal Europe.
House Balam rules over the Galaga system and 5 of it's neighboring stars. House Balam and the Mother Theresa have had a long standing mutually relationship of trade and military assistance and thus when the capital of their minor holding G6 "Taurus" comes under invasion from an unknown foe the GIDM are contacted for military aid. Our squad in particular will be dispatched on VIP retrieval to the capital city of Taurus which seems to be under the heaviest assault. In universe our enemy is mostly unknown, merely whispers exist amongst the highest echelon. We will be broaching horrors that have yet to be witnessed by the masses and although we shall potentially be high-powered killing machines our tactics and technology will not be prepared for the complete shift in paradigm that our new foes shall bring to the table.
For our characters, and all those others located in this universe to be, things are fixin to get a whole lot worse before there'll even be a thought of things gettin' better. Hope you guys are still interested in tagging along for the ride!
I was also thinking the bugs would be like a mixture of Starship Troopers and Helldivers for inspiration whilst playing off body horror and biological repurposing like in dead space. Also loosely thinking of Ophiocordyceps unilateralis which is that zombie ant fungus as the inspiration for how the bugs repurpose and utilize the corpses of the dead.
While I do have some notes my overall goal was for this to be a collaborative effort between the group as a whole rather than we solely running anything like a GM. With that said these are the ideas I had that I felt sounded kinda cool, but nothing set in stone.
Wide open multi-factional universe, I wanted to have a religious cult fanatically assisting our main antagonist faction as both willing hosts and other methods of cooperation. Think unitologists/dead space vibes. Was thinking that slightly post-apoc inspired with humanity having once stretched the stars before a major event caused a fracturing of human society to the point that many holdings are now independent feudal states spanning anywhere from a single solar system up to 6 at most, many of these fractured factions creating a patchwork quilt of feudal states for the RP to take place in.
Also wanted to include a cyborg-based pseudo-science transhumanist isolationist faction, somehow. Maybe we'll antagonize them ourselves.
Also thought old imperial colony ark ships might be the holdouts for the prior galaxy spanning human empire, so like traveling ark ships of super militaristic gung-ho for the empire type jarheads running around.
No other sentient life forms except for the bug menace and it's progeny. Plenty of weapon variety, plasma, laser, ballistic, anti-matter, experimental shit, making sense isn't a prerequisite.
Wide open multi-factional universe, I wanted to have a religious cult fanatically assisting our main antagonist faction as both willing hosts and other methods of cooperation. Think unitologists/dead space vibes. Was thinking that slightly post-apoc inspired with humanity having once stretched the stars before a major event caused a fracturing of human society to the point that many holdings are now independent feudal states spanning anywhere from a single solar system up to 6 at most, many of these fractured factions creating a patchwork quilt of feudal states for the RP to take place in.
Also wanted to include a cyborg-based pseudo-science transhumanist isolationist faction, somehow. Maybe we'll antagonize them ourselves.
Also thought old imperial colony ark ships might be the holdouts for the prior galaxy spanning human empire, so like traveling ark ships of super militaristic gung-ho for the empire type jarheads running around.
No other sentient life forms except for the bug menace and it's progeny. Plenty of weapon variety, plasma, laser, ballistic, anti-matter, experimental shit, making sense isn't a prerequisite.
I want drama, destruction, hopeless odds, high stakes, lots of explosions and heavy ass guns and crazy sci-fi ballistic nonsense. Sound goated?
Edit: Additions to the list above, just itches I've wanted to scratch.
Body horror, atmospheric horror, transhumanism, occult fanaticism, feudal in-fighting, uh maybe more, I mean I'm open to also adding things based on what you might want to see.
Edit: Additions to the list above, just itches I've wanted to scratch.
Body horror, atmospheric horror, transhumanism, occult fanaticism, feudal in-fighting, uh maybe more, I mean I'm open to also adding things based on what you might want to see.
I had an idea, it's not much. Just hope, spit, and a dream. Inspirational sources are Dead Space/Alien/Starship Troopers/Helldivers. Ideally looking for 2 or 3 individuals who don't mind a slow pace. Also would prefer this to be a cooperative effort driven by the party as a whole, I'm a tad prone to burnout, life, y'know?
Ideal RP format follows a 4 man (or woman) squad on a retrieval mission into hell, details are still up in the air, but I have some notes.
Ideal RP format follows a 4 man (or woman) squad on a retrieval mission into hell, details are still up in the air, but I have some notes.
Sector G5 - Galaga System - Galaga 6 “Taurus” - Remote Research Outpost
15/43/4389 GSF [Galactic Standard Format MM/DD/YYYY]
Interview with the commanding officer of the responding vessel follows.
Col // “Good evening Captain, can you state your name for the record?”
Capt // “Captain Geoff Morgan, commanding officer of the LMV Eudora.”
Col // “Thank you. Now, just go ahead and tell us your take on events please, starting from the top.”
Capt // “Well, sir, we had dropped into the sector on a standard patrol schedule when our comms officer picked up a weak intermittent distress signal. After adjusting our instruments we were able to pinpoint the originating point, an RRO in the local system. After relaying the data to the nearest hyper-comm relay we moved to respond on our own. Upon approach to Galaga 6, known locally as Taurus, we attempted to establish contact with the RRO. Our attempts at communication were unsuccessful, at the time we were unsure if it was due to interference or worse. Proceeding with protocol we breached orbit and, after ensuring no threat of AA interference, proceeded to establish an aerial recon of the facility.”
Col // “One moment, when mentioning communications you said, ‘or worse’. Can you elaborate?”
Capt // “In due time sir, you said you wanted my take, from the top, right?”
Col // “Correct Captain, sorry for the interruption, please proceed.”
Capt // “Right, so aerial recon established that the facility had definitely suffered from some sort of attack. The western most edge of the main compound was breached, a sizable hole leading straight inside. After deliberation a four man squad was sent down in a URV while the LMV would return to orbit and achieve a geo-syncronous position.”
Col // “You mention a four man squad. Who were the members?”
Capt // “You already have this information Colonel, right?”
Col // “Yes Captain, but please state it for the record.”
Capt // “Ahh, right, Yes sir. The squad members were Gunnery Captain Alexis Roderick, Gunnery Captain Bryce Von, Gunnery Lieutenant Vince Marshall, and 2nd Gunnery Lieutenant Mason Grey.”
Col // “Thank you Captain, now skip ahead a bit to what they encountered upon arrival.”
Capt // “Yes sir, upon arrival Gunnery Captain Alexis, henceforth GC1, reported a gooey viscous fluid coating the opening of the hole into the facility. A thin membrane was present stretching the entire hole that, upon inspection, was revealed to be maintaining atmospheric pressure in the facility. After deliberation the squad attempted to traverse the barrier, finding that it posed little resistance to them and allowed them to pass through without breaking the seal. Upon entry it was immediately apparent that the facility staff had been unaware of the impending attack. Workers decapitated at nearby workstations showed little sign or resistance or even any attempts to flee. Clearly the attackers had managed to breach rapidly and somehow with serious stealth.”
Col // “You said the hole was large right, yet it also sealed the building from atmospheric pressure, and yet the workers hadn’t even left their stations? How is that all possible captain, none of these facts lineup?”
Capt // “I’m just reporting the events to you as we were able to witness and report ourselves, sir, may I continue?”
Col // “Yes Captain, please.”
Capt // “Right, GC1 reported that facility power was down throughout. GC1 and Gunnery Lieutenant Vince, GL1, made the decision to head to the facilities command hub in order to halt the distress and secure facility logs. GC2 and GL2 proceeded on to the sub-level in order to ascertain facility power capabilities. The deeper both units proceeded into the facility the more signs of struggle they reported. It was clear the further along the assailants got the more aware facility staff was and the level of resistance increased. Upon arrival it was quickly established that restoring electrical capabilities was impossible. The equipment was liquified, preliminary tests suggested an acid, lab reports have since confirmed it was a bio-based acidic compound. GC2 and GL2 proceeded to the command hub to link back up with GC1 and GL1.”
Col // “Can you explain to me what evidence was present on the bodies and the facility that might provide insight on the assailant?”
Capt // “Squad reported that the bodies were originally decapitated but as they progressed deeper into the facility things began to get messier. Bodies appeared to have chunks eaten out of them, bodies were divided into many segments. Squad reports rarely spotting bodies that appeared disfigured and morphed beyond previous recognition, weaponized in twisted horrid forms and set upon their previous comrades. There is no evidence of any sustained damage on the beings encountered, it appears like they merely fell over and died in the aftermath.”
Col // “Right, that’s what was written in the report as well.”
Capt // “Reports accurate as written sir, this is all just a waste of time.”
Col // “As you were Captain, we’ll proceed anyways as protocol dictates. Can you pick up where you left off?”
Capt // “Yes Sir, there’s not much more to mention. GC1 reported total destruction of command hubs and facility terminals. It’s a wonder enough was left for a weak distress signal to even be sent out. After confirming logs were unrecoverable and disabling the comm signal GC1 and squad reported back to the URV and returned to the Eudora. Following contingency protocol we slated the facility for erasure and nuked it from orbit, about 4 times. Upon dust down we visually confirmed no trace remained and reported back to the nearest military port for debriefing. Aaaaand now here we are.”
Col // “Thank you Captain, that will be all. All details of this discussion are henceforth classified and any reveal of said details will be handled appropriately, do I make myself clear?”
Capt // “Aye Colonel, anything else Sir?”
Col // “No Captain, you are dismissed, thank you for your honesty. Good day.”
Capt // “Good day, Sir.”
Capt // "Sir, off the record. My men saw some scary shit while they were down there. Described to me things that made seasoned soldiers shiver. In all my years and many tours I've seen nothing like this. And our unit ain't fresh, we've served in many theatres and many conflicts, but nothing like what we've dealt with looked anything like what we saw down there.
Col // "That'll be all, Captain."
End transcription.
15/43/4389 GSF [Galactic Standard Format MM/DD/YYYY]
Interview with the commanding officer of the responding vessel follows.
Col // “Good evening Captain, can you state your name for the record?”
Capt // “Captain Geoff Morgan, commanding officer of the LMV Eudora.”
Col // “Thank you. Now, just go ahead and tell us your take on events please, starting from the top.”
Capt // “Well, sir, we had dropped into the sector on a standard patrol schedule when our comms officer picked up a weak intermittent distress signal. After adjusting our instruments we were able to pinpoint the originating point, an RRO in the local system. After relaying the data to the nearest hyper-comm relay we moved to respond on our own. Upon approach to Galaga 6, known locally as Taurus, we attempted to establish contact with the RRO. Our attempts at communication were unsuccessful, at the time we were unsure if it was due to interference or worse. Proceeding with protocol we breached orbit and, after ensuring no threat of AA interference, proceeded to establish an aerial recon of the facility.”
Col // “One moment, when mentioning communications you said, ‘or worse’. Can you elaborate?”
Capt // “In due time sir, you said you wanted my take, from the top, right?”
Col // “Correct Captain, sorry for the interruption, please proceed.”
Capt // “Right, so aerial recon established that the facility had definitely suffered from some sort of attack. The western most edge of the main compound was breached, a sizable hole leading straight inside. After deliberation a four man squad was sent down in a URV while the LMV would return to orbit and achieve a geo-syncronous position.”
Col // “You mention a four man squad. Who were the members?”
Capt // “You already have this information Colonel, right?”
Col // “Yes Captain, but please state it for the record.”
Capt // “Ahh, right, Yes sir. The squad members were Gunnery Captain Alexis Roderick, Gunnery Captain Bryce Von, Gunnery Lieutenant Vince Marshall, and 2nd Gunnery Lieutenant Mason Grey.”
Col // “Thank you Captain, now skip ahead a bit to what they encountered upon arrival.”
Capt // “Yes sir, upon arrival Gunnery Captain Alexis, henceforth GC1, reported a gooey viscous fluid coating the opening of the hole into the facility. A thin membrane was present stretching the entire hole that, upon inspection, was revealed to be maintaining atmospheric pressure in the facility. After deliberation the squad attempted to traverse the barrier, finding that it posed little resistance to them and allowed them to pass through without breaking the seal. Upon entry it was immediately apparent that the facility staff had been unaware of the impending attack. Workers decapitated at nearby workstations showed little sign or resistance or even any attempts to flee. Clearly the attackers had managed to breach rapidly and somehow with serious stealth.”
Col // “You said the hole was large right, yet it also sealed the building from atmospheric pressure, and yet the workers hadn’t even left their stations? How is that all possible captain, none of these facts lineup?”
Capt // “I’m just reporting the events to you as we were able to witness and report ourselves, sir, may I continue?”
Col // “Yes Captain, please.”
Capt // “Right, GC1 reported that facility power was down throughout. GC1 and Gunnery Lieutenant Vince, GL1, made the decision to head to the facilities command hub in order to halt the distress and secure facility logs. GC2 and GL2 proceeded on to the sub-level in order to ascertain facility power capabilities. The deeper both units proceeded into the facility the more signs of struggle they reported. It was clear the further along the assailants got the more aware facility staff was and the level of resistance increased. Upon arrival it was quickly established that restoring electrical capabilities was impossible. The equipment was liquified, preliminary tests suggested an acid, lab reports have since confirmed it was a bio-based acidic compound. GC2 and GL2 proceeded to the command hub to link back up with GC1 and GL1.”
Col // “Can you explain to me what evidence was present on the bodies and the facility that might provide insight on the assailant?”
Capt // “Squad reported that the bodies were originally decapitated but as they progressed deeper into the facility things began to get messier. Bodies appeared to have chunks eaten out of them, bodies were divided into many segments. Squad reports rarely spotting bodies that appeared disfigured and morphed beyond previous recognition, weaponized in twisted horrid forms and set upon their previous comrades. There is no evidence of any sustained damage on the beings encountered, it appears like they merely fell over and died in the aftermath.”
Col // “Right, that’s what was written in the report as well.”
Capt // “Reports accurate as written sir, this is all just a waste of time.”
Col // “As you were Captain, we’ll proceed anyways as protocol dictates. Can you pick up where you left off?”
Capt // “Yes Sir, there’s not much more to mention. GC1 reported total destruction of command hubs and facility terminals. It’s a wonder enough was left for a weak distress signal to even be sent out. After confirming logs were unrecoverable and disabling the comm signal GC1 and squad reported back to the URV and returned to the Eudora. Following contingency protocol we slated the facility for erasure and nuked it from orbit, about 4 times. Upon dust down we visually confirmed no trace remained and reported back to the nearest military port for debriefing. Aaaaand now here we are.”
Col // “Thank you Captain, that will be all. All details of this discussion are henceforth classified and any reveal of said details will be handled appropriately, do I make myself clear?”
Capt // “Aye Colonel, anything else Sir?”
Col // “No Captain, you are dismissed, thank you for your honesty. Good day.”
Capt // “Good day, Sir.”
Capt // "Sir, off the record. My men saw some scary shit while they were down there. Described to me things that made seasoned soldiers shiver. In all my years and many tours I've seen nothing like this. And our unit ain't fresh, we've served in many theatres and many conflicts, but nothing like what we've dealt with looked anything like what we saw down there.
Col // "That'll be all, Captain."
End transcription.
BARDO
There was a lot going on, a lot. Bardo had foolishly catapulted himself towards the truck in a reckless bid to do what? End the battle in one fell swoop? Make some grand entrance? Likely the idea had been borne from some sense of vanity, certainly a dose of foolery. Bardo should have known better than that, he was physicist for fucks sake. Getting blown clean from the truck with nary a scratch was far more than Bardo could have hoped for, and it was no surprise that the extent of his luck stopped there. He was afforded little time to recover before one of the pale guard approaching from the truck attacked Bardo in his vulnerable state.
Panic and instinct took over, Bardo flailed in an effort to throw off his opponents aim and keep them from working him into more advantageous positioning. A brief scuffle proceeded to take place as the two fought for purchase over the other, scrambling about in mid-air under the effect of Bardo's suspension melody. In a moment of clarity Bardo thought to release the melody as the struggle brought him above the pale guard and as gravity suddenly came back into effect he maneuvered his sword over his opponents neck. The moment the two came back to the ground it was over, Bardo's sword acted as a makeshift guillotine and the pale guard's head rolled away as her body went still.
Bardo's breath was coming in short rapid breaths at this point as his body and mind found themselves at odds with how to handle things. Every neuron in Bardo's mind felt like it was in overdrive, an overwhelming rush of adrenaline rocketed through Bardo's veins as if he was base jumping off the top of the worlds tallest roller coaster while being pursued by a pack of hyenas with wingsuits. Simultaneously his body felt as if it had ice in it's veins and a slight shaking was developing in his hands.
Moments before Bardo had been calmly surveying the battlefield and the truth of the situation still felt like a far off dream. Then, in an instant, the metaphorical blindfold had been pulled from Bardo's eyes. He'd killed someone, or what had used to be someone. The name Peggy still bounced around in the back of his mind, Bardo had a classmate once by the name of Peggy, could they be one and the same? Bardo hadn't the time to contemplate this, nor really the time to stand in shock as he was. The hulking mantis like creature shambled Bardo's way much quicker than he'd anticipated, or had he merely lost track of time as he tried to process events?
Regardless Bardo had to do something before he had a chance to discover just how far his opponents would go to achieve victory. And so with that Bardo did the only sensible thing to do in a situation like this. Bardo turned and ran, angling away from the truck and the monster and towards the other group of hopefully friendly Espers in the area. But, as he spun around to run, Bardo flung his sword out in a desperate gambit to buy himself some time. Willing a haphazard idea into a melody cast from the point of contact, Bardo sliced the pole like one might cut a weed from the ground, aiming as close to the ground as he could manage whilst maintaining his goal of running away.
A flutter of pages enveloped the pole as Bardo cut it free from the ground, keeping it suspended in the air as gravity manipulated it to point headlong at the approaching monster before a push note aimed to send it flying straight for the abominations chest like a bolt fired from a crossbow. Although Bardo moved in desperation as he turned to flee he hoped that the attack might at least find purchase and buy him a moments distance between himself and his pursuer.
"Twenty talents eh?" Adrian asked nonchalantly, not really putting too much thought into the quantity of the words so much as merely repeating them. "Perhaps we just bet it all then? Double our earnings? What are the odds I mean? Such a paltry sum can't be that hard to recover should things go wrong. Besides, this wildcard fight? Cold Hands? What an eccentric moniker, I find myself intrigued. Perhaps we put our odds there and see what comes of it? What's the worst that comes?" Adrian rambled on, only really seeming to be half paying attention to the words coming forth from his own mouth. Internally a portion of his focus was replaying the last few minutes in his head, an itch that he couldn't quite place ever-present in the back of his head.
Adrian's focus was briefly pulled away as the meal arrived. Adrian's delicate features warped into a predatory grin as he eyeballed the steaming haunch of meat delivered before him. Eerily his gaze panned to the body of Chwegwn that'd taken up residence upon his lap. "It is not my desire to offend, but perhaps being between me and this delicate haunch of meat is not the best location to place oneself. Coming between a hungry Lybar and his meal has long been something we whisper about as dangerous and foolhardy in my ancestral house. If you'd kindly make yourself comfortable elsewhere I would appreciate it." Adrian's tone carried not quite a threat, but a warning meant to hopefully get his point across without offending.
Before Chwegwn had time to react though Adrian's attention was directed elsewhere as the name Desdemona drifted through the wind. Now Adrian abruptly focused on Kira once more, trying to catch the context with which the name had been mentioned whilst also remembering events from his younger life. Not acknowledging Chwegwn's question Adrian addressed Kira, "Desdemona you say? What do you know of her?" Adrian's tone, for but a moment, betrayed a desperation that he'd worked quite hard all evening to keep hidden. How many of the rooms occupants would pick up on it entirely depended on how well they'd paid attention to Adrian's mannerisms thus far.
Realizing his mistake Adrian quickly made an effort to down-play the question, turning back to Chwegwn once more and waving his hand as if to dismiss his earlier question, "Most rumors are just that friend, I'm sure that things are just overdramatized and not merely as interesting as everyone makes them out to be. Perhaps we'll see that in action with this first fight in fact. Now about that earlier request, friend? I would like to eat."
Adrian's focus was briefly pulled away as the meal arrived. Adrian's delicate features warped into a predatory grin as he eyeballed the steaming haunch of meat delivered before him. Eerily his gaze panned to the body of Chwegwn that'd taken up residence upon his lap. "It is not my desire to offend, but perhaps being between me and this delicate haunch of meat is not the best location to place oneself. Coming between a hungry Lybar and his meal has long been something we whisper about as dangerous and foolhardy in my ancestral house. If you'd kindly make yourself comfortable elsewhere I would appreciate it." Adrian's tone carried not quite a threat, but a warning meant to hopefully get his point across without offending.
Before Chwegwn had time to react though Adrian's attention was directed elsewhere as the name Desdemona drifted through the wind. Now Adrian abruptly focused on Kira once more, trying to catch the context with which the name had been mentioned whilst also remembering events from his younger life. Not acknowledging Chwegwn's question Adrian addressed Kira, "Desdemona you say? What do you know of her?" Adrian's tone, for but a moment, betrayed a desperation that he'd worked quite hard all evening to keep hidden. How many of the rooms occupants would pick up on it entirely depended on how well they'd paid attention to Adrian's mannerisms thus far.
Realizing his mistake Adrian quickly made an effort to down-play the question, turning back to Chwegwn once more and waving his hand as if to dismiss his earlier question, "Most rumors are just that friend, I'm sure that things are just overdramatized and not merely as interesting as everyone makes them out to be. Perhaps we'll see that in action with this first fight in fact. Now about that earlier request, friend? I would like to eat."
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