A Rebirth

Helat: research.

Aequitas: So, where are you headed?
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*Jorkun returns the salute before turning to leave.*
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++DTC: Elaborate.++

Helat: project "humor". Goal: to understand the phenomenon known as "humor". Current progress: uncertain. Data suggests complete understanding. Experiments show complete failure. Additional input required.

++DTC: Um....I see. What are you exactly?++

Helat: HeLaT /ID that i cant be bothered to get up to check/

OOC: Hey, Naz. Can you hold on for a few? I'm finishing a lore update for the Five and their followers and I want to post it before we go further. That way, some things aren't totally out of the left field.

Ooc. A few what? Mins, hours, days, years, millenia?

OOC: A few minutes, partially cause my net is having a damn stroke.

"I was just going to get some food, after asking the CO about something"

"oh and sir....good luck finding your daughter"

OOC: Naz, made my lore post, so we can continue. That and my net finally stabilized.

IC:

Aequitas: What are you planning to ask him?
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*Jorkun turns momentarily.*

Jorkun: Thank you....We're doing everything we can.
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++DTC: I'm transmitting landing coordinates to you now.++

"its...about my sister"

"If I can help let me know"

/and naz said "let there be landing", and there was./

Aequitas: Worried about your family?
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Jorkun: I'll be sure to....Actually...If you can stand working with a technician who has...problems with his people skills, I could use your help. He's a brilliant man, but some information from the night of the abduction has stumped even him.
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*As they disembark, they see an entry way to a massive rotunda.*

Ooc. Lets just assume i forgot what "rotunda" means for a moment here
Ic.
/....they... Enter?/

OOC: In this instance, you want the second definition: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/rotunda?s=t


IC: *They find themselves in a grand hall with five branching paths, each leading to the greatest shrines and temples of one of the five orders. As they enter, they see some....rather fanatical looking Tenders waiting for them.*

/Stop. Questioning head tilt.../

"more than you know"

"Can do!"

*Cue Molotov cocktails, or the future equivalent, or the for makeshift firebombs to be intercepted midair by a being an angelic appearance, who then tosses the weapons back at the fanatics, incinerating them.*

???: Damnable fanatics. *He turns to the biomechs.* I apologize for that. The last few generations of Tenders are not known for their self-control.
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Aequitas: Oh. I don't mean to pry, but....I'm guessing not all is well with them?
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Jorkun: If he gives you any problems, I'll try to sort him out. The man is better with machines then he is people.

Helat: attacks irrelevant. Temperature of projectiles negligible

???: Regardless, it would be an ill way to treat guests. I am the Archangel Michael, patron of soldiers and peacekeepers. I welcome you to Delphos. *He takes a cultured bow.*

Ooc. Couldnt you have at least rename him? God will sue you for copyright infringement! XD
Ic.
Helat: ...greetings

"yeah,....you can come with me, I won't mind. Would like the company honestly, aint got a lot of friends out here"

"Thanks"

OOC: No. Cause I'm basing it off of the fact that according to some bits of 40k lore, the Emps was Jesus in a past life. Besides, if that were the case, I doubt the Church would be able to print the Bible given all the infringing they've done. That and out of all the Judeo-Christian figures I've found, he actually fits the setting as a badass quite well. Plus, symbolism!!

IC:

Michael: I have heard about you. Creatures of flesh and metal, devoted purely to logic. What have you come here for, I wonder? A place of faith does not seem like a location that would interest your kind.
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Aequitas: Really? You're sure you want me to come along.
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Jorkun: Just one thing. *Smirks* Who told you about my daughter?

Helat: to further project "humor".

she nods

"I monitor everything tex does to keep her out of trouble. I found out that way"

Michael: "Project Humor"? *Chuckles* For that, I would talk to the Mariners. I should warn you though, they'll likely turn the fact you don't understand humor into a joke in of itself.
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Aequitas: Oh. Um...Lead the way then.
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Jorkun: I thought as much. I'll have my technician contact you soon. Take care of yourself until then.

Helat: ......unable to fit new data into existing theory...
Hemowep: hypothesis: existing theory fundamentally flawed. Seemingly correct results are coincidental.

she leads him there and knocks the door

"you too"

Michael: If you don't mind me asking, what might this theory of yours be?
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CO: Enter.
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*Jorkun salutes him and leaves.*

she does so and salutes

not sure what to do here

*As does Aequitas. The CO returns the salute.*

CO: Is this important, privates?
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OOC: Just leave it be for now.

Helat: certain series of stimuli uncontrollable mental and physiological reaction in humans. List of stimuli might be inadequate.

"sir...has there been any more word on my sister?"

Michael: So you simply wish to understand humor. Yes, it is the Mariners you want to talk to then. But as I said, they may make your search a joke in of itself.
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CO: No...I'm afraid not. And the news media scrambling all over her disappearance hasn't helped. However, I did receive word from Doctor Omun personally. He's taken your youngest sister into protective custody.

"what?! why?!"

Helat. Acknowledged. Requesting directions

CO: I'm not quite privy to his reasoning, but I'm sure he did what he did for good reason. I was just told to inform you of this.
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Michael: Take the central hallway. It will lead you to their artist's retreat.

"Did....he say anything else?"

/they do so/

CO: I'm afraid not. If anything else develops, I'll be sure to let you know.
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*They eventually find themselves in a beautifully built and massive chateau-esque manor. There are magnificent statues lining the walk leading to the promenade.*

/Their thoughts could be summed up as "who the hell wastes so much time and resources to intentionally make things so inefficient?!"/

*Artists, that's who. Anyway, they see many Mariners making paintings in the distance.*

"....thankyou sir"

CO: Dismissed.

she salutes and leaves....trying to mask the fact she's about to cry

*Aequitas follows her.*

Aequitas: Um...if you don't mind me asking...Are you okay? What's going on?

/Initiate walk that tears up their perfectly manicured lawn/

"my sister....she's gone missing....from what I've heard I...think she was abducted...but no one's telling me anything, its all too fucking secretive"

*Meh. Screw people who put THAT much effort into the lawn. Grass is grass. Anyway, one Mariner notices them.*

Mariner *with a highly cultured German accent*: Ah. You must be the biomechs the whole Consortium has been abuzz about.
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Aequitas: Yeah...I mean....Why would Omun take your other sister into protective custody and not tell you? I mean....I'm not one for conspiracy theories but that does strike me as odd from what I know about the man.

"I dont know....I...I hope I can get a call through to her...."

Helat: highly probable.

Ooc. And why, if i may inquire, are they not french?!