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by Fvaarniimar » Tue Sep 22, 2015 8:38 pm
by Torsiedelle » Tue Sep 22, 2015 9:19 pm
by Swith Witherward » Tue Sep 22, 2015 9:48 pm
★ Madhouse ★
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The New Velociraptor Empire » Tue Sep 22, 2015 10:58 pm
by TotallyNotEvilLand » Tue Sep 22, 2015 11:53 pm
by Highfort » Wed Sep 23, 2015 12:50 am
by Fvaarniimar » Wed Sep 23, 2015 1:30 pm
by Primordial Luxa » Wed Sep 23, 2015 3:57 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Northwest Slobovia » Wed Sep 23, 2015 6:09 pm
The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:Going to the clinic she greeted Sandy. "Morning Horseman, now who needs a bit of surgery?" she said and noticed the woman with shredded legs. "That has to hurt." Gretta commented and with a swift motion stabbed the woman with a dose of anesthetics.
The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:She tossed her hat aside and examined the legs for foreign objects before applying antibiotics and wrapping them up in bandages.
The New Velociraptor Empire wrote:"Miss, do you know where the rest of those meat sticks you call legs are?" she asked the patient with a brash bedside manner. Turning to sandy she spoke in a loud whisper, "We ran out of spare limbs upstairs.
Swith Witherward wrote:He never had been and never would be, but all the Men were gifted with an insanity that ate at their minds and allowed them to blur reality. If you thought it - saw it, firmly believed it - it was so. And so Hans did what only he could do. He shouted at them to take a bath.
And so it was, as cast iron claw foot tubs poofed into existence under startled villagers. But the grass was unruly, and baths were more fun when high. And so it was, and the tubs floated into the sky, villagers and Residents alike grasping their smooth, rounded edges as the shower curtains, suspended by circular rods attached to thin poles, billowed into great sails that caught the evening breeze and sent them towards the Building.
by Swith Witherward » Wed Sep 23, 2015 6:31 pm
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Role Play
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The BranRiech » Wed Sep 23, 2015 7:25 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Wed Sep 23, 2015 8:28 pm
Highfort wrote:[H]e tapped on the shoulder of the sorcerer, "Sandy, I got your note. The injured outside just got sent to the roof - some crazy magic shit with bath tubs and shower curtains or something. Anyways, I was thinking you could come do triage with me and help out some of the more severely wounded Residents and refugees on the roof, so we don't have to bring them down here. Plus, we could look over the surrounding area together and figure out, as Amanda mentioned, how to deal with the tactical situation. We have a breather right now, let's exploit it."
by Torsiedelle » Wed Sep 23, 2015 8:51 pm
by Giovenith » Wed Sep 23, 2015 9:05 pm
by Swith Witherward » Wed Sep 23, 2015 10:13 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Monfrox » Wed Sep 23, 2015 10:43 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Swith Witherward » Wed Sep 23, 2015 10:48 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Highfort » Wed Sep 23, 2015 11:29 pm
by Giovenith » Wed Sep 23, 2015 11:52 pm
by Mincaldenteans » Wed Sep 23, 2015 11:55 pm
by Primordial Luxa » Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:53 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Tsuyoi Tekikoku » Thu Sep 24, 2015 2:21 pm
Highfort wrote:Dismounting Sandy with shaky legs, Septimus let out a breath he didn't know he'd held. The teapot of Ox Blood and the paper cups rattled in his hands as he found his footing on the roof and found it oddly absent of bath tubs. Catching one of them floating away, propelled by their shower curtain sails, he offered a smile at the quaint little thing and shook his head. He never would understand the idiosyncrasies of this dimension. Perhaps they were not meant to be understood.
Following Sandy's lead, Septimus turned to Tsu, "You've got a good vantage point but, as Sandy mentioned, ice magic is what we're interested in. Amanda suggested that the Building could benefit from reinforcements in the form of ice blocks, palisades, and walls."
Pausing, Septimus turned back to take in the view of the roof. Frantically, cultists and refugees alike ran around tending to the sick and dying, all maimed by Fiends and torn and sliced by the weeds now torched to oblivion. Speaking of the torching...
Peering over the edge of the roof, the night broken by the powerful floodlights atop the Building, the representative found to his disgust that destroying the overgrown weeds had come at a heavy price. The land now resembled Garav-III after the scorched earth campaign that the local populace had unsuccessfully committed to in order to halt the Confederation's advance. Beyond the immediate front yard, he could see the distinctive outline of the four-legged FUBAR in the distance, next to a hulking image that could only be a downed exo.
His head pounded as he observed the darkness that was the mass of Fiends rolling toward the Building like the unrepentant tide of the sea. But it was not their presence that left him speechless and deflated the air from his lungs.
He saw the second exo and he realized something. The tether at the back of his brain was working, though quiet and strained. He felt a gentle caress and attempted to grasp back, to communicate how he felt even as he knew that the woman on the other end of the line - the construct who had brought him out of the shadows and into the light - was fading away.
"I'm sorry, Septimus. Be good. Do well."
No, not her. Anyone but her. The world - hell, the fucking universe and all its damned dimensions - but not her.
"That's... That's..." he swallowed hard, turning back to the denizens on the roof before running over to Minerva, the representative of Slaanesh having a cigarette to calm her nerves as she surveyed the landscape, "Minerva, the constructs and FUBAR are still out there. I ordered someone to deploy vehicles as part of a rescue convoy, earlier. Can you get me in contact with them? Do you anyone with the radio frequency of Bran's chopper? We need to coordinate the rescue before we lose anyone."
More specifically, her. If they lost her... He was going to kill whoever deployed those godforsaken plants. Wasting his goddamn time, diverting resources from executing a proper rescue.
The hands gripping the teapot and the cups tightened and his knuckles went white.
If he lost her... He wasn't so sure about what he would do. All he felt was a tensing in his chest and he realized then and there that if she was gone, he would have to leave. He could not be around these people any longer - either they would be the death of him or, if he was lucky, perhaps, he would be the death of them.
He couldn't wait for a response, though he kept Minerva within earshot. He had to keep moving or he was going to lose his calm and if that happened, Demens help whoever was next to him. He may not have had his augmentations from his old body, but he hadn't forgotten how much it hurts to be punched or thrown off the roof of a ten story Building.
"Sandy, if you don't mind, could you take your things? I have to deal with some other non-medical business. This is your forte, of course," he spoke in an unsteady voice but nevertheless offered the gracious sorcerer a polite smile as he held out the healing supplies, "Tsu, if fortifications are possible with your ice magic, then we have the potential to extend the reach of our ranged combatants. Platforms on the roof would give them a better vantage point and eliminate the blind spots right in front of the Building so that we don’t have to worry about the Fiends getting through and wrecking the lobby."
by Fvaarniimar » Thu Sep 24, 2015 3:51 pm
by The BranRiech » Thu Sep 24, 2015 8:09 pm
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