Chateau was the first stop, not the port itself.
Oh Effing God-Emperor.... >.<
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Oh Effing God-Emperor.... >.<
@BCTheEntity I'm actually ok with being inactive, for the time being. Mainly, because I am playing the fuck out of Eternal Crusade right now. However, I DO have a plan, and that plan DOES involve Azazel doing something something serious to Xepherial's head. I'm watching this thread constantly to see what is actually going to happen, so I can react to it. I am not sure how things will go if Lucius does stop Azazel... But I am not expecting him to be able to. I'm also not planning to help in any way......................................
Ok.... so the BlackShields (us) were taken to the port by the rogue trader who wanted revenge on his turncoat heretic ex-friends. We busted out of his supply ship, slaughtered all life at the space port, and then, "stealthily" mind you, made our way toward the Chateau, where some of us are hiding in the dirt covered by moss and grass.
How much time has passed since we attacked the port? Did we effectively prevent all communications? How far away is the Chateau? How are we communicating with each other? Is one of us acting as leader? What happened to our rogue-trader friend? Who among the Imperium knows about this operation right now? Are we in agreement it's daylight?
I would know such things IC. Do you have solid answers @HeySeuss so we all know wtf, exactly, is going on?
How much time has passed since we attacked the port? Did we effectively prevent all communications? How far away is the Chateau? How are we communicating with each other? Is one of us acting as leader? What happened to our rogue-trader friend? Who among the Imperium knows about this operation right now? Are we in agreement it's daylight?
I would know such things IC. Do you have solid answers @HeySeuss so we all know wtf, exactly, is going on?
lol Argh. Half alive, half dead. Is this what the Emperor feels like?
Im ok with that. More eternal crusade time for me.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Metronome@DepressedSoviet@Letter Bee
"Hold up, there's a lost boy who might need some guidance." With that, the long-haired beauty in hiking clothes just turned and walked purposefully away.
"A lost boy?" Damien murmured curiously to the vacant space next to himself, feeling about as interesting as a sack of potatoes. It was all he could do but to stand watch as she went off, but perhaps he could see what child this was who was lost in a diner in the middle of the afternoon. He mused. It was probably some cute kid. Woman always like cute kids... Hey, wait a minute.
The person Priscilla had so avidly approached didn't look like a cute kid at all. In fact, the apparently homeless man she went up to looked to be about Damien's age. He was unhealthily thin, wearing dark, old clothing, and had half his face hidden like he was hiding years without dentistry. A knot twisted in the young detective's stomach as he realized Priscilla probably also thought of him as a mere "boy" as well, albeit better dressed. Did 2 years difference really define him as a child in her eyes? Damien stepped closer, allowing his burned pride to take a backseat to his growing curiosity. She was talking to this man, but for some reason, Damien couldn't hear anything. And it wasn't the music or the background chatter, but something was different. There was simply no sound at all, and unless this homeless man was lip-reading... Damien narrowed his eyes in a suspicious glare as he tried to figure out if he could trust his own senses.
Damien's date and the homeless "boy" seemed to talk briefly in this strange way, and she ended up giving him a religious memento, a small cross, looked like a letter-opener. Damien straightened his face before she turned around again and smiled at her as she returned. That silent talk she did was odd. Surely most people probably wouldn't have even noticed her mouth moving, but Damien wasn't most people. Not yet anyway. Strange talk aside, the fact that she was going out of her way to help weird people seemed to place her as one of those super-loving religious Christian types who run up to strangers to hug them and such. Damien was really beginning to doubt this match-up was a good one. Regardless, it was important to make the most of the evening.
"That was certainly friendly of you, heh." The two began to look for an open seat when suddenly, Damien recognized David entering at the door. "Oh hey, look. There's my boss. He just walked in. Come on, and I'll introduce you." Truly, Damien was thankful to have a reason to change subject and began moving toward David, who ironically, sat down right in front of the very same scarf-covered homeless man.
"You must be Lucas..." Damien heard the start of the conversation as he was waved over, and already his preconceived notions were being redefined.
Not forgetting his manors, he held a chair for Priscilla before seating himself. "Hello Mr. Jones, and Mr. Lucas. Yes, uh, Priscilla and I had a date. I.. hope it's alright. So... Saved you you say? Are you two old friends?" Damien played to the more casual interpretation of David's invitation, yet he began to wonder how personal or work-related this meeting might actually be. Inwardly, he hoped his new boss didn't think his mind wasn't in the work simply because he had brought a friend along. Being a detective meant a lot to him, and he certainly couldn't afford to get canned again.
"Hold up, there's a lost boy who might need some guidance." With that, the long-haired beauty in hiking clothes just turned and walked purposefully away.
"A lost boy?" Damien murmured curiously to the vacant space next to himself, feeling about as interesting as a sack of potatoes. It was all he could do but to stand watch as she went off, but perhaps he could see what child this was who was lost in a diner in the middle of the afternoon. He mused. It was probably some cute kid. Woman always like cute kids... Hey, wait a minute.
The person Priscilla had so avidly approached didn't look like a cute kid at all. In fact, the apparently homeless man she went up to looked to be about Damien's age. He was unhealthily thin, wearing dark, old clothing, and had half his face hidden like he was hiding years without dentistry. A knot twisted in the young detective's stomach as he realized Priscilla probably also thought of him as a mere "boy" as well, albeit better dressed. Did 2 years difference really define him as a child in her eyes? Damien stepped closer, allowing his burned pride to take a backseat to his growing curiosity. She was talking to this man, but for some reason, Damien couldn't hear anything. And it wasn't the music or the background chatter, but something was different. There was simply no sound at all, and unless this homeless man was lip-reading... Damien narrowed his eyes in a suspicious glare as he tried to figure out if he could trust his own senses.
Damien's date and the homeless "boy" seemed to talk briefly in this strange way, and she ended up giving him a religious memento, a small cross, looked like a letter-opener. Damien straightened his face before she turned around again and smiled at her as she returned. That silent talk she did was odd. Surely most people probably wouldn't have even noticed her mouth moving, but Damien wasn't most people. Not yet anyway. Strange talk aside, the fact that she was going out of her way to help weird people seemed to place her as one of those super-loving religious Christian types who run up to strangers to hug them and such. Damien was really beginning to doubt this match-up was a good one. Regardless, it was important to make the most of the evening.
"That was certainly friendly of you, heh." The two began to look for an open seat when suddenly, Damien recognized David entering at the door. "Oh hey, look. There's my boss. He just walked in. Come on, and I'll introduce you." Truly, Damien was thankful to have a reason to change subject and began moving toward David, who ironically, sat down right in front of the very same scarf-covered homeless man.
"You must be Lucas..." Damien heard the start of the conversation as he was waved over, and already his preconceived notions were being redefined.
Not forgetting his manors, he held a chair for Priscilla before seating himself. "Hello Mr. Jones, and Mr. Lucas. Yes, uh, Priscilla and I had a date. I.. hope it's alright. So... Saved you you say? Are you two old friends?" Damien played to the more casual interpretation of David's invitation, yet he began to wonder how personal or work-related this meeting might actually be. Inwardly, he hoped his new boss didn't think his mind wasn't in the work simply because he had brought a friend along. Being a detective meant a lot to him, and he certainly couldn't afford to get canned again.
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8 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Alright. Alright. I have been summoned.
If we could figure out what's being edited, then I could get to writing.
@Necroes
I spent a lot of time in the wilderness as a child. I used to instantly and automatically brush my hand down my arm or leg whenever I felt the touch of an insect, just to keep them from landing and biting me, and I got super good at this. One sunny day, I felt a touch on my arm, and instantly I swiped a hand down as I always did, but this time, I had caught the stinger of a bee at the very instant it had tried to sting me and held it beating in my fingertips. I was 13. So much are human reflexes lol.
I spent a lot of time in the wilderness as a child. I used to instantly and automatically brush my hand down my arm or leg whenever I felt the touch of an insect, just to keep them from landing and biting me, and I got super good at this. One sunny day, I felt a touch on my arm, and instantly I swiped a hand down as I always did, but this time, I had caught the stinger of a bee at the very instant it had tried to sting me and held it beating in my fingertips. I was 13. So much are human reflexes lol.
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