Wraithblade6

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

The vice grip of one of Xepherial's servoarms spun once in expression of the techmarine's agitation. He questioned whether or not his sanity was broken. "So, your reasons vary, or maybe you don't have a reason. No matter. Seeing as how you just tried to kill me, and I just spared your life, I'd say we're even now." By all rights, this creature was a xeno, a witch, a danger to the crew, and highly unpredictable. He should kill it and be done, but a Lion-like sense of honor and justice ran deep within him and could not be denied. He'd be dead without this fickle creature. Killing it felt like treachery.

"That being said, from now on, if you give me any reason to kill you, I will. So don't test me. You will not harm any more humans on this ship. Understand? Keep in mind most of them will kill you on sight, so if you'd like to live, you'd best lay very low. If I can speak with the cpatain, then maybe I can get you dropped off somewhere. *I* am going back to the Imperium."

Xepherial risked taking his eyes off the lipless ork. Surely he'd grow those back again, and then he'd probably talk... which would be unfortunate. Xeph didn't look forward to having his consciousness assaulted by some half-human butchered form of the language. He left the ork behind and began following the escaped cons toward the armory. Xepherial had heard the directions Oskar had shouted and began to walk that way. Great. Several dozen escaped criminals all free and arming themselves. The Dark Angel hoped the guard would take care of them. He didn't want to start killing people.

Up 3 decks, Xepherial found Oskar again, now flanked by several allies.

The Blood Compact

@Kurai Assassin I'll approve your character. I think I have that power. Go for it.

The Blood Compact

@Kurai Assassin lol like forever.

The Blood Compact

Covenant central had been identifiably ground zero for the attack. The concentration of fresh vampire soldiers in this area was the most dense, and infiltration was impossible, even for another vampire. Mithias had been stalking, remaining merely observant from the sidelines while the watchful burning eye of god blazed above the town of Vance. He could sense the minds of other sentient beings, allowing him to more easily avoid being found, although it was no guarantee. The psychic airwaves were a cacophony of human fear and lamentation, occasionally lit by the chord of bravery and selflessness. Mithias admired these people.

Yet the focus of his interest provided him with little information. It seemed that the valiant Covenent hunters were being knocked unconscious as their base was breached, and thus their thoughts could not be read. Although he was relieved that they were being kept alive, Mithias was stricken with perplexity at why. Why not slaughter them? This vampire army had gone through the trouble of months or more of silent preparation, gathering resources, weapons, armor, training warriors, spawning fledglings, and even coordinated their attack in the light of day to destroy this Covenant location and take over the entire town, so why not simply kill their foes?

Mithias turned away from the direction of the Covenant base. There was nothing he could do against an army alone. His brow furrowed in perturbance as he began to form a plan. He had to free the human captives, and he had to put an end to this asinine army's advance. An enormous explosion of fire atop one of the roofs nearby caused Mithias to duck quickly behind a corner. Two vampires were fighting, and a trap of some serious design had been triggered. ... he couldn't tell if they were still alive.

Pulling out his phone, Mithais found no response from his Covenant contact, Lucan. Perhaps it was too late. The young man was either dead or potentially one of the captives. A very human pang of grief touched him briefly, passing again like a snowflake upon hitting the dark water of a flowing ice-cold river. If Mithais was ever going to find out what became of any of his distant kin, he'd need help, and the only being he could think of that was left was one hybrid Vladimir. Damn.

Phone secured in a pocket, the vampire moved like a black streak. He knew where the half-wolf had been fighting and it wasn't hard to track him from there. What Mithias didn't expect was the scene that he would find around him. Vladimir, two other female vampires, both weakened, the bodies of several Covenant agents, a car, an RV, and...

"...The vampire fledgling is practically a slave to them, and I intend to free her so she can delight me with her baking skills."

A breeze greeted the small gathering as Mithias stopped short from his run within view. He glanced from the Covenant bodies on the ground to Hank, and instantly knew he didn't like what really happened. With a disapproving expression, he scanned the other vampires to judge their intentions. "It seems vampires are not the only ones who turn on their own."

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

"last..."

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

I'll get a reply out tonight or tomorrow and I will probably also address Oscar.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

I need to hear if jb is still in this.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Well. Now who we wait in on?

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

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L.A By Night (Classic World of Darkness: Vampires, Werecreatures, Mages, Demons, Hunters and more)

I've quit the rp. Sorry.