Imperial Guard Plot

+colonel, we have them, we're bringing them in for interrogation now+

*Vincent walks away from the area without a word*

They drop they're guns.

the guardsmen move in, their guns still raised

OOC: ITS A ELABORATE RUSE!

Ooc: is it? I had nothing planned.

OOC I can honestly see it being a ruse, but these guardsmen wouldn't know it

"You taking us in or what" taunts the traitor.

"...On your knees Heretics."

They do as instructed.

"I am not going to pretend to know what you thought you could accomplish, but I don't care, On the floor, heads to the floor...and beg."

*And then alex appears*
Alex: My my, what have we here..*He scares the traitors shitless with his badass voice*

OOC: Pssht, use the Bold option.

"You want us to beg? I'm glad I left this Damn imperium" they put they're heads to the ground.

"PRAY TO THE OMNISSIAH FOR FORGIVNESS!"
He beheads one of them with his staff.
"Apologise to the machine spirits!"

OOC: He has terriffy and bold setting

He has terrify on at the mo

"Why, we didn't do anything to it Damn you!"

Alex: My good friend bran, I think I will let you deal with these heretics for offending the holy ominosiah, just make sure one of them is in a ...Stable condition by the end...We need someone to interrorgate

*He walks for a mile, then hears some people sayin strange words*
*He gets closer to them, hides behind a column and looks at them*
*Pale skinned women raised their hands holding a knives in one, standin around a circle performing a ritual*
*Some warp-clouds begins to appear in the middle*
*All women cuts their own throats at the same time and collapses to the ground*
*A warp portal appears, many daemons an daemonettes comes out, then a daemon lord comes out, which is 60 feet tall*

"Tell me, where are your tanks?"

"Why not check up your ass, tech-freak"

His servo-arm latches onto another, squeezing his chest, slowly tightening like a vice, ribs creeking.

"Where."

Ooc: and oh damn... daemons... everywhere...

OOC: Himfae can we not bring daemons into this please?

OOC: OHSHITNOTTHEGREYKNIGHTS
THEYWILLRIPMEAPPART!

OOC: Exactly why I DON'T want daemons appearing

"I'm... not telling... you nothing.." he starts coughing blood from the chest squeezing.

OOC: Why not? I'm bored, and I want something that I can take part in it.

He keeps squeezing, pops are heard as ribs start cracking.

He goes limp.

OOC: because daemons means people getting screwed over

AND PEOPLE GETTING SCREWED OVER + DAEMONS MEANS GREY KNIGHTS! IF GREY KNIGHTS ARE BROUGHT INTO THIS EVERYTHING DIES! EEEEVVVVVEEEEERRRRYTTTTTHINNNNNGGGGGGG!

OOC: Ok, but I want to take part in your rps somehow.

OOC: Then think of a way that involves everyone not getting fucked over...Like create your own guard regiment using the 4chan table and have em appear here..

Himfea Gaur wrote:

OOC: Ok, but I want to take part in your rps somehow.

As do I... patience young one... patience...

OOC: BAD BOY ORTUS! IF YOU ARRIVE EVERYONE GETS FUCKED OVER! (YOu have a massive crusade...Btw its comrade kitten...Of soviet mother russia)

OOC I know
And I killed off half the crusade, ortus is on the run with the only known survivor being an officer

OOC: Could always create a new loyalist character

You have short supply of them recently

Or..Bring back a old character..*Cough* Kyra *cough cough cough!*

OOC: I'll continue with my mad priest
IC:
*Vincent sees the techpriest torturing the heretics and comes closer to them*
Vincent: No, no, no. You are doing thus totally wrong.

OOC: No one will really react with your "Punishment" Priest then

As that name sounds dirty

He goes limp.

He looks at the priest.
"What."
He tosses the guardsman away.

*Vincent wears a dark red robe with open chest and sharp hood, revealing his athletically muscular body and hiding his face in shadow, also a Circrotgle tattoo on his chest*
Vincent: Your way of torturing. Lame.

"I agree" says a traitor.

Vincent: Oh, hey look, this wants my way!
*He stands by the traitor*

"Lets see what you got" the traitor challenges.

*Smiles weakly, grabs the forehead with his palm, activates all neurons on his body which reacts to pain*

He cries out in pain.

*He stops*
Vincent: Chirp now, little bird, if you do not want more!

"About.... what?"

Vincent: I do not know. Maybe you can tell about your childhood.
*He does the same thing again*

He screams.