WH40K Roleplay Thread Ending; "Who Knew?"
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OCC: Shit, I died. The last time it was for being too nice and too involved, this time it's cause not enough involve...hmm.
"Thank you. Perhaps the heritic fooleshly rushed to clean up his mess and droped this? It's empty so it must have already been used. Inglis should have been dragging this around gassing people with it. The daemon worshiper probably felt scared by the end since we're constanly drawing nearer to them."
Inside the mind of Gremlin, the Delinquent found itself bundled to a corner as Gremlin himself surfaced. The pilot issued a long string of mental curses at the daemon, while carefully keeping his face straight as he obeyed Rain's orders and walked out. Once outside, he broke into a jog and hid himself in a shadowed corner where no-one could hear or see him, and hissed "What the hell? What did you do Daemon?! What happened? What in the name of the emperor's bony buttocks have you been doing to my head? And what did you do while I was out?"
"You are a man of the galaxy, Pie, where do you think the traitor could have got this canister?" questioned Kalidian casually.
"You ask too many questions, Gremlin. I have told you to leave everything to me. Now we still have work to do. I was interrupted by the lapdog of the false Emperor before I could get to the cargo hold. If you want to make yourself useful, take me to the hold. Like I said before, there is something there that we need to get rid of."
Gremlin made a mental harrumph. "Fine." He thought, and began to sneak towards the hold. "you're going to get me shot, you know that? This is directly disobeying orders and if anyone sees me I'm finished. Though I guess you could just possess someone else eh?" he stopped and paused for a moment, then grumbled "I've gone from being an expendable part of the Imperial army to an expendable tool for a daemon. Why can't I be in the position of power for once?"
"You make me laugh sometimes, mortal. I've observed your thoughts and your memories. You have never been one to worry about breaking the rules. I've seen your exploits on Armageddon....it was quite entertaining watching you slaughter Orks. Now hurry, get to the hold! Delay, and I shall make your eyeballs scream with agony!"
Gremlin muttered a few choice curses under his breath, and keeping to the shadows, jogged to the hold. Once he was there he drew his pistol, and gave the room a quick scan from the safety of the dark. It seemed clear, so he knelt down, and murmured "Alright daemon, what now?"
OOC: Right nowGenHellspawn said:
IC: "Hellspawn, where or who do you think the traitor could have got the canister from? Since no-one has boarded or left this ship since we departed Port Maw, he must have got it here." asked Kalidian as he turned his attention back to Hellspawn.
OOC: Yes, yes we are posting.commisar said:
IC: "We must search for a hidden cache of weapons. I heard some buffoon talking to himself earlier about a stash of weapons. He may have those canisters of toxic gas that you mortals are so worried about. Such a foolish weapon...but those devoted to Grandfather Nurgle would be proud. Hurry quick! Find it quickly, and I might not punish you...anymore!"
Driven to his knees in anguish, Gremlin began to convulse. It was as though the Daemon had sent fire throughout the man's body, and pain erupted from every synapse. Eventually, the pain stopped, and the man stood up.
"That was but a taste of what awaits you if you fail...now hurry!"