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Sylvan Varain
Mortal-King
- Joined
- Dec 15, 2018
- Location
- Princehome.
The weapon pointed at them is a thousand years of development away from piercing through his energy shield, much less his armor, but there is a chance, always, that the woman before him will land a shot that punches through his exposed face. He expects her hands to be shaking, but they're not, kept calm by a clarity of hateful purpose that he's rarely seen on anyone but his fellow Inquisitors and their most enthusiastic of followers.
Inquisitor Kybel isn't even sure how she'd managed a weapon into his office without the men that had escorted her noticing it; perhaps they'd been distracted with striking her, if her swelling left eye was anything to go by.
'Useless fucking Guard,' he grumbles, contenting himself to settle down into his chair. She hasn't shot him yet, which he finds interesting. It gives him time to piece together that she was here for him, and the reason she wasn't speaking or making demands was because they both knew that he wouldn't understand her language even if she tried.
Which meant she was here to kill him. Well. No reason to deny her, then.
"Go on." He says. She stiffens, fingers rapping on the handle of her strange pistol, still watching him. "You made it all this way. Why stop here?"
There's a flicker of very human annoyance on her face that he can't help but smile at. She wants him nervous, but he can't give it to her just yet.
"Are you waiting for something?"
His eyes flick towards the door where three thousand men and women wait to barge in the moment he wishes them to. Kybel thinks they're there, anyways. He's fairly certain she's alone, but the uncertainty has him excited in a way he hasn't felt in decades - maybe her people have already overrun the army of fools he'd been given to carry out this purge.
The next look on her face answers him, and his next realization is that she understands him well enough, and that's talented enough at watching people to tie meaning to his gestures and his Gothic.
"I am the highest appointed man on his planet. If you're looking for somebody higher on the chain of command, then you're going to be disappointed. My master is a ways away from here."
"Bring... him."
Kybel blinks, tilting his head.
"Pardon?"
"Bring him." More certainly now, her unpracticed tongue presses the unfamiliar words out of her mouth, and his equally inexperienced ears strain to understand her through the deep accent she's fighting through.
"I can't."
Her finger pulls the trigger. Just as he'd expected, the slug stops well short of his body, vaporized inches before his face by the energy surrounding him. He breathes a sigh of relief, and disappointment and fear settle back over her. Now she trembles, as much from terror as contempt.
"But," he continues, as if she hadn't just attempted to shoot him in the face. "I can bring you to him. If you're patient enough."
[=== THIRTY YEARS LATER. SOME TIME AFTER THE FALL OF CADIA. ===]
She takes a breath for comfort, feeling the stimulants work their magic on her fatigued, uniquely struggling body. Space travel had never been a favorite activity for her body, and she's in a position where simply hiding in a corner while her organs struggled to function in artificial gravity would not be tolerated.
There was no hiding anymore. Not here. Not on the Voidship, and perhaps not ever again.
She feels him before he speaks, the type of man who never had to request permission to be wherever he wished.
"An excellent place for contemplation. One has the best view of the cathedral from here. Mesmerizing, wouldn't you say? An impeccable manifestation of the God-Emperor's sublimity." Kunrad Voigtvir. She's never met him before, but his face is one she recognizes well. They're... cousins, she thinks.
"I most appreciate the awe it inspires that brings people together. Just as we are now. All for one purpose."
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Howdy.
So, yeah. If that ending bit wasn't clear enough, to offer more details; I'm looking for somebody interested in a Rogue Trader inspired roleplay; I don't actually care if we use anything from the game, but it is my assumption we're doing so until you, my partner, request otherwise. Our player character is a woman on a mission, one that they've been working towards ever since the Imperium arrived on the world many years ago and put it to the torch - only they were pardoned, given a stay of execution thanks to the DNA that ran through their veins.
Given a chance for revenge, they allowed themselves to be forcefully adopted, playing the part of a servile scion of their family, a black sheep with little in the way of respect, with the hope that they might one day be able to take revenge on behalf of their destroyed people.
It's to my imagination that this RP will be a massive slowburn involving espionage, politics, the depiction of the Imperium as being a true force for evil in the galaxy.
Inquisitor Kybel isn't even sure how she'd managed a weapon into his office without the men that had escorted her noticing it; perhaps they'd been distracted with striking her, if her swelling left eye was anything to go by.
'Useless fucking Guard,' he grumbles, contenting himself to settle down into his chair. She hasn't shot him yet, which he finds interesting. It gives him time to piece together that she was here for him, and the reason she wasn't speaking or making demands was because they both knew that he wouldn't understand her language even if she tried.
Which meant she was here to kill him. Well. No reason to deny her, then.
"Go on." He says. She stiffens, fingers rapping on the handle of her strange pistol, still watching him. "You made it all this way. Why stop here?"
There's a flicker of very human annoyance on her face that he can't help but smile at. She wants him nervous, but he can't give it to her just yet.
"Are you waiting for something?"
His eyes flick towards the door where three thousand men and women wait to barge in the moment he wishes them to. Kybel thinks they're there, anyways. He's fairly certain she's alone, but the uncertainty has him excited in a way he hasn't felt in decades - maybe her people have already overrun the army of fools he'd been given to carry out this purge.
The next look on her face answers him, and his next realization is that she understands him well enough, and that's talented enough at watching people to tie meaning to his gestures and his Gothic.
"I am the highest appointed man on his planet. If you're looking for somebody higher on the chain of command, then you're going to be disappointed. My master is a ways away from here."
"Bring... him."
Kybel blinks, tilting his head.
"Pardon?"
"Bring him." More certainly now, her unpracticed tongue presses the unfamiliar words out of her mouth, and his equally inexperienced ears strain to understand her through the deep accent she's fighting through.
"I can't."
Her finger pulls the trigger. Just as he'd expected, the slug stops well short of his body, vaporized inches before his face by the energy surrounding him. He breathes a sigh of relief, and disappointment and fear settle back over her. Now she trembles, as much from terror as contempt.
"But," he continues, as if she hadn't just attempted to shoot him in the face. "I can bring you to him. If you're patient enough."
[=== THIRTY YEARS LATER. SOME TIME AFTER THE FALL OF CADIA. ===]
She takes a breath for comfort, feeling the stimulants work their magic on her fatigued, uniquely struggling body. Space travel had never been a favorite activity for her body, and she's in a position where simply hiding in a corner while her organs struggled to function in artificial gravity would not be tolerated.
There was no hiding anymore. Not here. Not on the Voidship, and perhaps not ever again.
She feels him before he speaks, the type of man who never had to request permission to be wherever he wished.
"An excellent place for contemplation. One has the best view of the cathedral from here. Mesmerizing, wouldn't you say? An impeccable manifestation of the God-Emperor's sublimity." Kunrad Voigtvir. She's never met him before, but his face is one she recognizes well. They're... cousins, she thinks.
"I most appreciate the awe it inspires that brings people together. Just as we are now. All for one purpose."
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Howdy.
So, yeah. If that ending bit wasn't clear enough, to offer more details; I'm looking for somebody interested in a Rogue Trader inspired roleplay; I don't actually care if we use anything from the game, but it is my assumption we're doing so until you, my partner, request otherwise. Our player character is a woman on a mission, one that they've been working towards ever since the Imperium arrived on the world many years ago and put it to the torch - only they were pardoned, given a stay of execution thanks to the DNA that ran through their veins.
Given a chance for revenge, they allowed themselves to be forcefully adopted, playing the part of a servile scion of their family, a black sheep with little in the way of respect, with the hope that they might one day be able to take revenge on behalf of their destroyed people.
It's to my imagination that this RP will be a massive slowburn involving espionage, politics, the depiction of the Imperium as being a true force for evil in the galaxy.
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