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Post by Kaikelx on Sept 7, 2010 20:56:51 GMT -5
Don't use that as a crutch. All the coolest people can use their skills without shouting at the top of their lungs. I realize that stealth isn't your forte, but there are times when it's an asset. Along those lines, you don't see RT shouting "Thunder!", "Lightning!", "Wings!", "Great Literary Description!", despite the obvious humor of him losing his voice every other post.
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Sept 13, 2010 13:03:40 GMT -5
*The fallen Necrons rise, writhing with the eldritch power of numerous resurrection orbs that cap the pinnacle of each of the impossibly black pyramids. The lift themselves from the hard ground, limp, destroyed limbs dangling lifelessly as billions of microscopic nanites flow across the surface of their rusted and battered bodies, repairing all damage completely and leaving the silent warriors shiny and new. They fight on relentlessly, pushing forward like the inevitability of death itself.*
Ymmot could hear the sounds of battle rising behind him as he moved deeper down the dark corridor that lead inside one of the pyramids, or at least he was guessing that's where it would lead him, he really didn't know exactly. This was perfect, he was counting on a ground battle to draw some of the sleeping Necrons to the surface, the more necrons fighting on the surface the fewer he'd encounter down here.
Requiem was hot on his heels, and would probably catch up with him soon enough as he wandered cautiously in the dark, still not entirely sure of his purpose.
Be yourself, do whatever comes naturally...that was her advice to you, wasn't it? Yes. So...what are you going to do? Wing it. Like always. Hm...I guess that's worked in the past. You can never be foiled if you don't have a plan.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jun 22, 2011 10:40:05 GMT -5
Using remarkable patience, I bided my time to approach the Rocketman. One didn't do these things casually...
Placing my hand on his shoulder, I asked in guarded tones, "So, what are we looking for?"
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jun 29, 2011 22:06:11 GMT -5
Looking for something? Right, the plan. What plan? To fly by the seat of my pants fueled on insanity alone and see how far I get, that's about the most of it. Was I ever really going to save the galaxy for the sake of the woman I love? Hah...she doesn't need a savior and I don't think I was ever really up to the task...maybe I am, I don't know...but I don't think I can do it alone...and I've never asked for help from anybody. So anyway...I think I came down here looking to use Pariahs to break the astromonicon and destroy the Imperium in order to save humanity from oppression and tyranny. Also for the chicks, well...just one of them anyway, but I learned something on the long journey to this place...I don't need to be a hero to impress her, I just have to be myself and be content. Being myself is easy, being content can be tough because I know that the only thing I want I will probably never have... but I am trying my best, and I'm to stubborn to give up.
So enough of this hero business. Time to get silly.
What are we doing here...?
...
How about this!?
Tag, you're it!
*Wallops Requiem with a water balloon.*
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jun 29, 2011 22:14:15 GMT -5
*Recoils, due to unexpected wetness.*
What... what is this?
I'll see you hanged for this, Rocketman!
*Destroys anything in his path to revengence.*
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jun 30, 2011 9:13:19 GMT -5
*Appears behind Requiem and pours custard down his neck for acts of Grammar Heresy.*
Some days, I wonder where Galatea is....out there in that cold galaxy.
*Pelts the remaining Necrons with hypervelocity chalk.*
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jun 30, 2011 11:14:34 GMT -5
*The custard ignites, wreathing our anti-hero in gooey flames.*
Fine. You all want to fight the necrons, so go ahead. *Pouts*
I'm going to sit over here.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jun 30, 2011 14:53:23 GMT -5
*Pins Requiem down and tickles him*
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Post by Laughing Man on Jun 30, 2011 14:53:53 GMT -5
*Sits on Requiem's lap*
For Candlemass i'd like a Ratling powered chariot and a pony.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jun 30, 2011 15:40:36 GMT -5
*Flaming custard sticks to RT and Laughing Man like budget napalm.*
Get this man off of me, and you'll have all the ratling powered transportation you can handle.
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Post by Laughing Man on Jun 30, 2011 17:13:32 GMT -5
*Cooks RT a delicious steak dinner*
Now if you could see fit to umm leaving this manchild alone.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 4, 2011 4:39:19 GMT -5
Very well.
*Eats the steak.*
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 4, 2011 10:38:31 GMT -5
*Falls screaming through the ceiling*
"Oh....uh...Hi there."
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Post by Laughing Man on Jul 4, 2011 10:54:55 GMT -5
'Damn Vindicares in the ceiling again.'
*Starts putting down non-lethal Vindicare traps so he can release them back into their natural habitat*
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Jul 6, 2011 11:22:04 GMT -5
*Ymmot stops running once he realizes no one is chasing him.*
...
This looks like a good place to start building.
*Steeples his fingers.*
Oh yes, it is time to construct... the machine.
*The Rocketman dives for the ground as green necron lightning streaks over him.*
Hey!
*Sighs and calls in the Leviathan to flatten the area.*
Yeah, I probably don't want to be here when that happens.
*He sits up and turns his shoulders from left to right, swaying his whole body in either direction. Seconds later a dark shadow falls over the area as two dozen lance batteries angle downward. Ymmot scrambles to his feet and starts fleeing back to the tunnel entrance, just as the scenery is transformed into a conflagration when the shadowy battle cruiser suddenly begins to fire relentlessly at the rocky hide of the planet's surface, obliterating necrons and whatever else is so unfortunate to be caught up in the warningless attack.*
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Post by Shostak(AWOL) on Jul 6, 2011 15:00:31 GMT -5
Selexion 3rd reporting for duty; sir!
*Marches up in full uniform, a power sword held like a pace stick.*
Who do we fight for and who are our enemies?
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 6, 2011 16:49:33 GMT -5
*Dive-tackles Shostak just in time to avoid the bombardment.*
If you don't want that to happen again, ally yourself with the Ministry. The madness of ymmot must be brought to an end!
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 6, 2011 17:56:56 GMT -5
Or you could do it my way, and work as a freelancer, so you get paid....
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 6, 2011 19:53:40 GMT -5
Don't listen to any disembodied voices telling you the Ministry doesn't compensate it's contractors. It's a lucrative arrangement.
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 6, 2011 21:10:42 GMT -5
*mutters under breath*
lucrative for them....
*cough*
Welp, not that it matters to me, as long as I get paid in the end.
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Jul 6, 2011 23:46:15 GMT -5
*Offers to pay Kai in special exitus rounds for every day he doesn't shoot a Ministry operative.*
Now, this would be one for each day, and one more per each consecutive day you didn't shoot us. And this is retroactive. Good deal?
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 7, 2011 10:12:58 GMT -5
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Post by Shostak(AWOL) on Jul 7, 2011 15:28:04 GMT -5
So I work for the Ministry do I?
Where do you want us?
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Post by Laughing Man on Jul 7, 2011 15:34:23 GMT -5
*Sips a fine martini whilst on his stealth equipped frigate*
"and today on galactic news net we have an exclusive interview with the one the only ElagaicRequiem. So mr Requiem do you think that you can find love on the battlefield?"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 7, 2011 17:54:29 GMT -5
Thunder overheard the transmission and, a surge of malevolence crawling through his blackened veins, looked up at the war-torn sky with a intemperate glare, pressing the transmit button on his divisional comm-bead as he scowled.
"Walrus? Lock onto that transmission and destroy it. You are to use whatever resources you deem necessary, as director of the Spelling Spetznaz. And remember: Commissar is watching you, wherever in this dark galaxy he may be" he said, closing his eyes in memory of that old, ever-cheerful veteran whom the cold grasp of the Galaxy had plucked from them. "Do him proud."
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