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by The BranRiech » Tue Aug 20, 2013 9:36 pm
by Tiltjuice » Tue Aug 20, 2013 9:41 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"It does happen to be just us right now . . ." Kei nodded knowingly and smirked as well, adding for a rather pervy expression from Kei. Her life had been a mess recently, Tieria broke up with her, and she'd basically become "That friend" in her eyes.
"Statue-girl won't mind, will she?"
by AETEN II » Tue Aug 20, 2013 9:43 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:AETEN II wrote:Volturius shook his head, less annoyed with Tipper's ignorance of the typical complicated history of the Night Lords Legion, which was fairly understandable. She likely heard everything from second-hand accounts from other Legions or Warbands- and those were biased sources unlikely to report anything remotely close to the truth. Hell, with the degradation of most Night Lord Companies in Warbands composed of the criminals and insane- it was unlikely that even most Night Lords would be a trustworthy source.
"Those were Curze's last formal words at the final gathering of the Night Lords. His actual last words were recorded by the assassin- quote: Your presence does not surprise me, Assassin. I have known of you ever since your craft entered the Eastern Fringes. Why did I not have you killed? Because your mission and the act you are about to commit proves the truth of all I have ever said or done. I merely punished those who had wronged, just as your False Emperor now seeks to punish me. Death is nothing compared to vindication."
"I'd also note that he wasn't proud of us at the end- he actually hated the Legion at the end of his life- viewing us a marauding band of criminals like those he purged as a child. Which frankly I cannot blame him for- while my old brothers were certainly loyal and more or less trustworthy- our ranks, even our noble Warband from which I descend, was infested with criminals. Not those that mortals would call criminals normally- but Astarte-defined criminals. Murderers that backstab their brothers merely to obtain their armor and weapons. Disgusting honor-less cowards that clung to the criminal history of the Night Lords, and not the vigilante past."
The astartes then lightly sighed, annoyed at Tipper's constant mental beatings on herself. It was highly unlikely that the average cultist would even be closely involved with chaos astartes matters- let alone even allowed near them.
"It's understandable for you to not have perfect knowledge of the workings of chaos astartes Legions. I'd also disregard anything you think you know-rivalries bias most and especially information on the Alpha Legion- it's likely falsified. Even some of my brothers should not have their word trusted when describing the Night Lords."
Tipper's expression brightened and she raised her head to smile at him.
"Volturius, I probably have a lot of misinformation. Astartes... are..." she bit the corner of her lip as she thought out her feelings about them. "Astartes are beyond the pedestrian. It's rare to actually be around any of you. I was fortunate while on the ship but Astartes are seen as... sacred? Demigods? I can't explain it. You're respected by us. You're also feared by us. But you, Volturius, you are more than that. I greatly respect you and I don't fear that you'd hurt me, but I really do worry at times that you'll become offended by my opinions or lack of correct information. I'd never do anything to insult or dishonor you on purpose."
She breathed in and then snorted. "I'm just Tipper. I mean well. I didn't fall in love with your wings or feet or Legion or gene seed. I fell in love with your heart. Everything else is part of the package."
She reached out and tugged on his wingtip playfully. It was a daring move on her part but she felt it was time for her to stop fretting over stupid things. He obviously wouldn't bother with her if he wasn't comfortable around her. Furthermore, he had yet to accidentally roll over on her or to swipe at her in frustration.
"I'll disregard useless information. If it's allowable, will you teach me the history? I want to learn. But not right this moment. I think I'd like to take a break from Chapters and Legacy and forming things for just a few hours. I think we should take the city up on its offer and find a way to hunt down... things that shouldn't be allowed here. We should meet with the officials, and to find them, we should ask the cultists who are tied into the city."
"Quod Vult, Valde Valt"
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.
Nationstatelandsville wrote:"Why'd the chicken cross the street?"
"Because your dad's a whore."
"...He died a week ago."
"Of syphilis, I bet."
by Swith Witherward » Tue Aug 20, 2013 10:44 pm
AETEN II wrote:"Happily. Although the epic of the Night Lords is neither pleasant in events or ending- it remains a fine tale. Even if the ending is tragic. I am thankfully spared the maddening prophetic visions passed on from the gene-father. Last I need while creating a Chapter is the torturous visions of constant failure and destruction of what I've built. Certainly glad that I dodged that genetic bullet. Most of the Gene-Seed traits passed on by Night Lord blood are positive- our eyes put to shame those of kin. And while the prophets spawned by the Night Lord's gene-seed are certainly useful for planning- it is a horrible existence."
Volturius then stopped to consider the thought of working as a mercenary group. While not a glorious role, it would allow for the.. amusing.. procuring of the criminals and even herald to his Primarch's days as the rogue Night Haunter- the terror of the night. Obviously enjoying the thought, Volt's mind began to delve in the limitless possibilities of entertainment such a chance offered. It would be amusing. And there should be a significant reduction in crime, what with the tortured carcasses of the assortment of criminals standing spiked on a mountain near the city, the sparks of life that remained in them after his tortures being torn by the vultures surely attracted by the smell of rotting flesh.
"Yes. Hopefully the crime rate would not rapidly reduce from the certain demoralization of the various criminal hubs that would surely follow. Numerous Night Lords hold the taint of Slaanesh simply due to our universal thirst for fear that our prey holds- and the love of giving them a torturous death upon catching them. Which would be advised first, the cultists or the officials of the city? I'd prefer to consult with the city officials with the full backing of a complete Chapter, a thousand strong. Out of personal love intimidation mainly."
The BranRiech wrote:Bran shrugged and walked off, wondering how anything could be bigger than the mighty "Mriya" that he's only seen once or twice before. He went to nearly the middle of the plane, to a seat right next to the windows looking at the wings of the plane. He smiled, and cuddled into his seat to prepare for a long flight, sitting down.
"Ugh, at least I have the internet."
He wondered who, if anyone, would sit next to him for the trip.
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by Giovenith » Tue Aug 20, 2013 11:36 pm
by Urran » Wed Aug 21, 2013 9:33 am
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Giovenith » Wed Aug 21, 2013 10:33 am
by Urran » Wed Aug 21, 2013 10:37 am
Giovenith wrote:"No thank you," Giovenith politely waved the offer away with a smile. "Well, no, actually, could you bring me a bottle of water please?" She had heard somewhere that things like drinking water or chewing gum helped with the foretold ear popping.
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Giovenith » Wed Aug 21, 2013 10:50 am
Urran wrote:Giovenith wrote:"No thank you," Giovenith politely waved the offer away with a smile. "Well, no, actually, could you bring me a bottle of water please?" She had heard somewhere that things like drinking water or chewing gum helped with the foretold ear popping.
"Can do" she said cheerfully. As it would turn out, she was pulling a cart behind her with snacks and drinks. She gave Gio her water and held out several different flavors of gum to her, all wrapped in colorful packages. "Pick one." she said with a pearly white smile.
by Urran » Wed Aug 21, 2013 10:58 am
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by The BranRiech » Wed Aug 21, 2013 11:21 am
by Giovenith » Wed Aug 21, 2013 11:38 am
Urran wrote:"Here you go ma'am." she said kindly and handed Gio the metallic purple packet of gum. "You seem young enoug, would you like a coloring book and pencils?" she asked. Typical of Urranese airlines, the younger ones got something to keep them entertained during the flight. This was a really long flight.
by Urran » Wed Aug 21, 2013 11:50 am
Giovenith wrote:Urran wrote:"Here you go ma'am." she said kindly and handed Gio the metallic purple packet of gum. "You seem young enoug, would you like a coloring book and pencils?" she asked. Typical of Urranese airlines, the younger ones got something to keep them entertained during the flight. This was a really long flight.
"Yes, please!" This plane was so awesome! They gave treats and art supplies, two of the greatest things in the universe in her eyes. "Do you have lots of colors and not just red, blue, green, and yellow?"
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Urran » Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:15 pm
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Tiltjuice » Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:27 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"Well, I do have this Ice cream right here." Kei smirked literally and trailed off, liberally applying the spoon to the bowl in an effort to finish her treat before it was too late.
by Torsiedelle » Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:09 pm
by Tiltjuice » Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:12 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:As the jet rocketed forward and took off, Katya immediately tensed up. She was almost going to scream. Torii, on the other hand, was grinning that entire time.
Once they were in the sky....15,000 feet in the air, Katya had calmed down. She still didn't like it, though. Torii was still grinning. She loved heights, and this was no exception. 15,000 feet was as amazing as ever.
She looked over her seat at Bran, struggling with her seat belt, and watched him and Swith for a minute. Katya looked around for someone she knew well.
by The BranRiech » Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:13 pm
by Torsiedelle » Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:22 pm
by Lancearc » Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:25 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:Meanwhile, as the apartment building, an old character was up and about. Dimitrus's first few days had been quiet, and she had met nobody new. This assignment was rather dull...
She walked by the communal sitting room and noticed the piano on the far side of the room. Well, she supposed that it was better than nothing...and so she walked in and took a seat. A minute later, the hall would be flooded with a medium-paced, heavy version of Beethoven's Ode to Joy.
by Urran » Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:30 pm
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Tiltjuice » Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:35 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"Might be, why?" Kei asked, not seeing a problem with what flavor it was. "There's more in there. And I can always restock it."
Torsiedelle wrote:Katya glanced to Dora and nodded. She was quite nervous. "Yes.", She answered. "I feel...nervous. I just can't explain it."
Urran wrote:The stewardess made her way to Torii and the others, lugging her snack cart behind her. She smiled at the group and took out her notepad. "What can I get for you guys?" she asked with a bright smile. She winked at Bran, he was visibly nervous to her.
by Urran » Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:42 pm
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
by Torsiedelle » Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:52 pm
Urran wrote:The stewardess made her way to Torii and the others, lugging her snack cart behind her. She smiled at the group and took out her notepad. "What can I get for you guys?" she asked with a bright smile. She winked at Bran, he was visibly nervous to her.
by Urran » Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:56 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:
Torii nodded. "Um, yes, do you happen to have some peanuts? Oh, and some for my sister?"
Katya shrugged. "I guess I am, Dora, but I just feel a bit nervous. Oh, and it's not just that...I'm kind of afraid of heights."
The Blood Ravens wrote: How wonderful. Its like Japan, and 1950''s America had a baby. All the racism of the 50s, and everything else Japanese.
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