It begins

"So how do we find them?"

Damien. Thats my point. We either have to risk searching this world, and not finding any, or go back to that shoreline one. I assume the storm passed by now.

"Going back seems the correct thing to do"

OOC: or maybe they are portals and this is all actually some eldar shenanigans....

*walks into a lightly forested area, a thin haze reduces visibility*

Damien. Considering the circumstances, indeed..

"right..."

*begins whistling Men of Harlech whilst walking deeper into the forest*

"So you wanna go find another rift?"

/shrugs/
For all w eknow, a new one might be even worse than the one we know of. If you dont know where you want to get to, one direction is as good as any other...

OOC. brb. making a sandwich

"Then what is the plan? I'm not a planner I'm a killer"

Damien: sorry to inform you, princess, but thats gotta change if you want to survive...

"...Princess?"

Damien: maybe inappropriate for this particular situation, since youre pretty much an anti-princess, but basically, yeah

"Right... point is I've never been a planner. I just get told who to kill, how to do it and when to do it."

Damien: ...genius... so youre basically a robot...

"Exactly. as I said I've spent the last five thousand years with the fact I do not have an identity hammered into me."

Damien: tell me, how many people do you see around here that are like you...?

"...I don't follow"

Damien: do you, or do you not see anyone like you here?

"no."

g2g have lunch, will be back in bout half an hour or so

Damien: congratulations then. you have a unique identity...

"Would a mindless robot have a unique identity if it was here in my place?"

OOC. sry, in amatch. will be back shortly.
IC:
Damien: yeah.

"I...see. well...I guess that's something"

OOC. back...and dont really know what to say...
IC.
...

"But still don't expect much in terms of thinking from me. Not exactly my strong suit"

Damien: ...whoever heard of a warrior who doesnt even think... thats called a butcher... or maybe a berzerker at most...

"That's what they call me. 's the closest I have to a name."

Damien: ...genius...

"What?"

Im being sarcastic about the concept

"This is just how I am. it's how I was raised, how I was taught, how I've lived"

-.-
that is exactly what i was talking about

"....okay"

OOC. i seriously dont know where this could lead, and im too.... scattered to come up with something right now

"Well... what are we gonna do about those guys surrounding us? I could probably cut a hole in their lines on my own"

And thats where you should start thinking... there is possibly an entire worlds worth of them, and you are not invincible or immortal... i assume... the more you kill, the more obvious it becomes that there is something here, and more will come

"Which draws them away from the rest of you and towards me"

no.... no it does not-.... you know, i expecte dyou to at least have combat sense or something...

"If I'm of killing them, and they don't know you're there, they'll come towards me"

Where were you when i said that they were barely coordinated? they wont just go towards the bait. they would most likely sweep over the entire area on their way to you...

"...ah. so I gotta get in the barbarian fighting mindset, gotya"

-.-
........i miss my solitude in the desert....

"What? barely organized, which where I come from usually means barbarians"

They are barely organised because they have barely any brain activity... they are incapable of higher functions... they just see a bunch of other zombies come from the left, then turn right and join those because thats what instincts tell them to do....

"Ah. so more like fighting animals mindset then?"

your single mindedness baffles me...

"Hey you try spending five thousand years as.... wait.... *there is a slight rustling* I know that smell..."

/is ready to jump and/or draw his pistols/

at which point a figure, clad in full body covering armour of a lighter and weaker version of the material the 'simon' is wearing, leaps from the bushes onto her, tackling her to the ground. they claw at her with metal blades on their fingers as she struggles to get them off