Is July a bad month for Inq Sharben?
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Cimbria returns to the rest of the group in the Q-M tent. Heyo, so the Commissar claims he has nothing else to offer, but...he didn't specifically say we couldn't ask around from the other soldiers and such. Cimbria follows her speech up with a conspiratorial wink. Any luck with the standard issue rounds? Or dum-dums? Or shotgun shells? @The Quartermaster What d'ya say friend? Can you offer up some rounds to keep a girl safe?
Ready to advance the story some more!
Cimbria stops right in front of whomever is following her and turns to Vector. *That* is a capital idea, my friend. See to it you collect at least two clips of this ammo for me. Cimbria will give Vector a bullet from her pistol If they have dum-dum, grab one or two of those as well, please. I'll be along shortly. Cimbria walks back over to the tent, calling out over her shoulder back at Vector And some shotgun shells if it's not too much bother...thanks! Upon entering the tent, Cimbria exclaims Just...onemorething Commisar. I'd like to have some one-on-one time with the survivors. I know it's all there in the report, but darned if my Master isn't one of those sticklers for details. Be a good sport and see if you adjunct can arrange it, please! Thank you!
I guess I can take solace in the fact that none of the rest of the team was here to see that botchery hehe
I already called "it" Also:
Lloyd Christmas: You're it. Harry Dunne: You're it. Lloyd Christmas: You're it, quitsies! Harry Dunne: Anti-quitsies, you're it, quitsies, no anti-quitsies, no startsies! Lloyd Christmas: You can't do that! Harry Dunne: Can too! Lloyd Christmas: Cannot, stamp it! Harry Dunne: Can too, double stamp it, no erasies! Lloyd Christmas: Cannot, triple stamp, no erasies, Touch blue make it true. Harry Dunne: No, you can't do that... you can't triple stamp a double stamp, hehehe!
Cimbria strolls amiably with the sergeant into the tent Consider it a peace offering then. I was rather harsh with you and I should have conducted a measured and more carefully considered approach. Dealings with the scum and trollops of the Galaxy taxes my patience overmuch I'm afraid...
I aint gonna kiss him to make him wake up.... EDIT: GOD! I am such a jerk to Dia lol!
Dur dur dur! :D
So it's the sneaky GM we're waiting on!!!
After the Sergeant is done speaking Cimbria looks back at Simmins and Vector, pushing her jaw down and rounding out her eyes as if to say I'm surprised that worked! Whereupon she pointedly ignores the laughter coming from the tent, and matches the Sergeant's stride as best she can. Why Sergeant, you make it sound as if you've received the short shrift here. I can assure you, our Master sent us because he believes in our skill, and our devotion. He wouldn't send a cadre that would bring impunity to his reputation. The mere suggestion of it is practically heresy in and of itself. Trust me, this is the best possible situation for him, for us, and most importantly, for you. Amasec?
I think we're waiting on Titus to chime in...
oh, almost forgot to roll for Charmed:
nerp. oh well. Fate point well spent!
ugh...guess you're right.
Use a fate to add 10
Well that's awesome right there. success with three degrees hahahahahahahahaha Or, if require to actually "use" a skill I guess it would be a Charm test vs 20, which would still render one degree of success. Enough to move the Sergeant's disposition from Indifferent to Favourable. Or from Disdainful to Indifferent. Either way I guess.
That sergeant is going to punch out Cimbria's lights and then [REDACTED] her into the dirt :D I'm so dead LOL!
Cimbria favors the burly human with a frigid gaze, the same one she reserves for jumped-up hab-scum trying to look tough You're right sir. We're definitely, absolutely, positively NOT the Inquisition. she exclaims in a silky voice. And we don't want a commotion in your little yard either. Like snake edging closer to it's prey, Cimbria steps lightly, closer to the Sergeant We DO want a debriefing with all the data your men were able to muster, however. Cause if we die out there...what follows after us will make you wish you'd never been spat out by your mammy. Now what do you think of that? Cimbria squares herself off in front of the Sergeant, looking him in the eyes with a knowing grin on her face. Her left eyebrow rises in anticipation of his response <This can go one of two ways you stupid little girl. He'll either get the joke or he swings at you. Did he just twitch his eyelid a little?> Unbidden, Cimbria's hand inches a slight bit closer to her holster
S'funny, right? Every time I'm out there in the black, I look down on all these worlds and think "It'd be nice if I could explore that world for a bit". But once I'm down rock-side, all I keep thinking is "there's so much more out there to be seen". Cimbria throws a friendly fist-bump at Simmins' shoulderpad We'll be in that Command bunker, don't get too cozy with that lot...Master Titus, I'm sure there will be a bunk made available for napping shortly. Let's go make some introductions... Cimbria will loop her arm under Titus' arm and help lift him off the ground. Her tone is rather cheerful. After Titus has been lifted off the ground, Cimbria will lean in to Vector and whisper Keep your eyes and ears open. If you hear or see anything untoward, please let me know quietly
Just so long as I live...hehe Cimbria reples with a smirk
Yes more shotguns! (I prefer the Ironclaw)
Yeah using frags in a mine shaft might bring the roof down on all of us.
Cimbria falls into step with Simmins as he heads down the metal gangplank. You heading to the Armory? At Simmins' nod, Good! I got plenty of rounds, but I want to try out some hallucinogenic grenades. They seem like they might be a good non-lethal option...
Quiet in here all of a sudden!
Way to keep a positive outlook there, Titus. Cimbria's light tone indicates she is kidding, as she reaches out for the dataslate. Reading it's contents, Cimbria commits what she can to memory. Satisfied, she slides the dataslate to Vector.
Any requisition you could provide to help protect us from heretical powers, Sir Simmins asks. Echo that, some Manstopper rounds and maybe a higher grade armor would be convenient... Looking down at the table, Cimbria's eyes un-focus for a moment as she thinks about anything that might have been missed. Tell us, on whose toes are we treading down there? Who owns the mine?
Yes sir. Who operates the mines, and are they aware of our arrival? From what you have described, it sounds like we are to operate openly. Is this so? Cimbria types notes into her data slate while talking.
Smoothly, Cimbria shifts her weight to avoid the incoming missile, while casually drawing the H-O Creed at her hip. It is at that moment the Inquisitor stops the knife. Listening to Sharben, but not taking her eyes off Hab-Skank Dia; Cimbria responds lightly, Well, even I know it's better to avoid biting the hand that distributes the Thrones. Cimbria raises her chin and looks down her slender nose at Dia, then re-holsters the massive firearm with a smirk.
Dia, don't make me dump you your skinny ass. If you dislike what the psyker is saying, you're free to go back to your hab-corner. I hear it's payday today. Even *you* might make money... Cimbria steps around the table, retrieves the apple and tosses it to Vector and takes a seat across from him.
Sorry I haven't been here for awhile. Midterms are coming, and I've been abstaining from the website because of intense studying that may decide whether or not I get into a major program for next year. I'll message Cimbria today and post an update in the Gameplay tab. I'm here.
Yeah short circuiting is rough, but starting smoking is entirely preventable. Make sure you reinforce that smoking stunts your growth. I hear the American Lung Assoc has some nice pamphlets available as well.
Check Dark Heresy Ascension. I went poking around online and someone said something about it being in there. Also: WAIT A MINUTE HERE MR. GM....Are you running a Reign of Winter game as well??? Are you cheating on us with other players???? Shameless hussy!
Cimbria half-heard the request from Vector. Before she could reply, he had taken his leave, gone as abruptly as he appeared. Sigh...I guess I could use a work out... Drawing an outfit from the chest of drawers, Cimbria pulls on a pair of socks, fatigue pants, boots and an Arbitrator training t-shirt. She buckles on her utility belt and goes off in search of training facilities...
Unbridled fury blazes in Cimbria's eyes as she stands exposed to whoever happens to be in the hallway, truncheon still raised menacingly. Her pale bluish skin shows few scars and marks from previous combat, and save for the hair on her head and eyebrows, she is entirely hairless. She takes two strides towards the door and slams it shut. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she covers her face with her hands. The baton clatters to the floor as she begins to tremble.
Enraged eyes flick down, then up, then down again before locking murderously on Titus... You..have.. eyes flick down again twenty seconds, Master Scipio eyes flick up TWENTY seconds to secure your gear and vacate MY room!! With that Cimbria raises the truncheon threateningly...
After chatting with the officer, Cimbria enters the first room on the right, noting the carefully folded bathrobe centered exactly at the foot of the cot. Noting that a hot shower will unwind the coiled tension in her back, she begins to disrobe and puts on the bathrobe, "Ugh...not much for laundering facilities here...this robe smells... She steps the the door of the lavatory and puts a hand on the doorknob, in time to hear the sudden hiss and sputter of the shower starting up... "What the deuce-?" Alarmed but steady, Cimbria picks up her truncheon, fings open the door and sees: ---
Cimbria will engage the Imperial officer in chit chat about the ship, making sure to inquire about a deck-chapel and mess hall location and hours. She will try to remember the path back to the docking bay as well. She will select the first door on the right, and set up the room to her liking.
Inquisitor, you know just how far I'll go in service to the Imperium. @Dia And in regards to your threat on my teammate...I don't take kindly or lightly to threats. Against me or my teammates. You tread a perilous path, I'd advise you redirect your attentions elsewhere... Cimbria shoots a foul glare at Vector, the heat and intensity of anger seems enough to melt ferrocrete. A promise of a conversation yet to be had...
From within the safe confines ofthe two lumen globes Cimbria lowers the barrel of her shotgun, tilts her head slightly to the left and casts a scathing glance at Roth Vaughn ("The Look!") Do.you.really.think.*now*.is.a.good.time.for.that? The rapid-fire question explodes with sarcasm...
Cimbria rises up off of Dia and hands the knife back to its owner. At the clinking of the glass and sing-song voice (nice Warriors ref!) she draws her Ironclaw shotgun.
Oh, absolutely. No knowing what might creep out of the dark to steal your soul (or worse...) Cimbria raises the barrel of the shotgun to face out into the darkness.
AslongasIremainin the light I'msafe. <*whew*> I really hate when that happens. Reminds me of the time we had an evil spirit below decks. It was horrible. We were... Cimbria trains her gun on the recumbent form of Dia, while making sure she stays between the two lumen globes. Clearly unnerved, she babbles incessantly about a previous haunting on her old ship.
Spoiler:
Reeling with shock, the character backs away from the thing that confronts her. The character cannot willingly approach the object of her fear but may otherwise act normally with a -10 modifier to all Tests for the remainder of the Encounter. The character gains 1 Insanity point. I think...now is a...good time to get out of here....
I'm interested in the Inquisitor game (see profile) I'd have to back off 4 wounds and Rapid Reload, but she is still ready
If I can get a hand on her throat to get her to stop talking I will do that. I guess it needs at least an attack roll just to establish the grip. Hopefully since I'm straddling her there may be a bonus for it...
Win or lose I'll use a Fate to gain a +10 to the DC Master Scipio, please relate the contents while I keep this ISH'KAGH UN VEIGH Cimbria maintains her grip on Dia Harmon until the data slate is read and confirmed.
I've got a club, but that does physical damage. Plus, you start out light (words, accusations, lies) and work your way into body stimulation (pain, pleasure, threat of same. Don't ask me where I know that from...). :D
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