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[Kit Zarris]

Sighs dejectedly as his chin rests on his fist.  He had slipped out of the bar quietly and was content to watch the situation unfold from the roof.  The fight between the Orc looking ones and the others was amusing for a bit, and it looked as if they were managing well enough alone, but now...  He did not like what he was sensing.  Last thing he wanted was to get involved in any of this but the new addition just had too much malice in its mind, one way or another he would get dragged into it.  He pushes himself into a sitting position, several more small blades and armaments seeming to appear about his attire as he continues to watch carefully.

He speaks quietly to himself. "What a pain... I can't ever appear in a world that makes more than a half a bit of sense, let alone one where blood isn't dying to be shed."

He pushes from sitting to crouching, closing his eyes for a moment.  The red gem in the gun glows briefly, as does his outline, and then calms again.  He takes a small paper doll from a pouch on his belt and holds it at the ready.  He holds position and continues to watch.

"Ah well... Lets see where this goes."

[Darth Revan]

((Deadman, a spike grenade is like a sticky grenade, it doesn't bounce off. It hooks to whatever surface it touches. There's no way that the grenade bounced off of your back. I'd appreciate it if you'd revise your post.

Zombie. Really? another super-demon? ))

Parker watches stoically as the large marines was stripped of his armor and flesh. The pool of blood was curiously vast in volume and wouldn't absorb in the ground. Parker retraced his earlier path away from the blood pool as a hand emerged from it.

<Great another freak from Khazrak.> Parker cursed as the new super-demon took shape. The huge red monstrosity let out a blood curling roar and stared straight at Parker. The only thing going on through Parker's mind at that moment was:

<Here we go again.>

[Chad32]

(At least now I have my vampire guy to match him. Though the others probably won't feel any more secure with that thing there than without.)

[Darth Revan]

((Yeah, this fight may be just her against you. 'Cause this is getting tiring.))

[Myitt]

((Yay Frank posted, yay Frank posted, *posting dance*!  ))

Tara looks around, bewildered, as a few of the other bar patrons seem to vanish.  She blinks at Ardiss.  "Looks like we're the life of the party, huh?"  She grins.

Corliss watches Ossanlin as he retreats out the back door.  "Gone off to fight those Ork blokes," he muses.  "Honestly, I'm tired of fighting.  Too many battles lately, all too wearying."

"Not to mention the base," Tara says glumly.  "Ughhh, I just want to take a nap..."

"Then why don't you?"

"I can't sleep here!  Do you think I have a death wish?" Tara exclaims.  She hastily fishes Myitt out of the little tupperware pool and gestures with her grey-green sluglike friend.  "I'm not as crazy as this one.  Did you even get the Skimmer fixed?  Maybe we should leave.  Just go.  Far away, someplace with friendly metal corridors and friendly cabbage soup, and happy Imperial scouts breathing down our backs."  Droplets of greyish, oily water fling from the Yeerk in her hand.

"I got the Skimmer fixed, thanks to the Engineer fellow," says Corliss.  "And if you want to leave, you should."

"I just want a nap," Tara says dejectedly, looking down at Myitt.  She holds Myitt up to her ear, muttering.

Corliss glances over at Ardiss and Temrash, sitting up in his seat.  "'ey, where are they going, then?" he says quietly, drawing his Dracon. 

"I don't...nnn," Tara starts to say, her eyes glazing over.  The last of Myitt's tail vanishes into her head, and Corliss sighs impatiently, waiting a minute or two while Myitt regains control. 

Myitt inhales sharply and continues in the same tone, "I don't know, either."  She turns around and glares at the door.  "What the hell is going on?  Some kind of party outside?"

"Something like that," says Corliss.  "Shall we join them?"

"Orks?  Demons?  Like, Lord of the Rings?  No.  No, let's not, if I do I won't hear the end of it."

"Well, I should hope you would..."

[Six]

((Tiring? I can always remove the Daemon from play as easily as I summoned it))
((Anyway, I am working on a post))

[Chad32]

(That would be a touch anticlimactic. Though things are pretty tense as is with two other fights going on.

[Darth Revan]

(( I mean you seem to have an affinity for these indestructible characters whose only purpose is to destroy. I thought you made a great compromise by bringing in Thodol, but then you killed him off in exchange for yet another super-demon. ))

[Six]

((Did I say the Daemon was indestructible? A nope, Khazrak was different, this one can die, and is different to Khazrak, cant regenerate unless it kills and the like, besides if things get too hectic I'll have Khazrak 'intervene' and pull Drak'Shal back into the Warp))

((And I had no idea with what to do with Thodol, so I killed him, planning on killing and/or maiming my Ork and playing as the harmless(?) Engineer for a while, after the Daemons gone))
(If you want t suggest something go ahead, I'll listen))

[Myitt]

((As long as your demon characters can be injured or otherwise captured by people with swords and laser guns, and little to no armor, (which is sounds like it can), then new and powerful demon characters should be welcome, guys...just as long as everyone plays fair.  And doesn't go too hard on my fleshy human-Controllers.  Thanks ))

[Darth Revan]

((alright, your post didn't exactly inspire any hope of survival Dropping subject. Let's do it! ))

[Six]

((Sorry, its just how I post, if I give the appearance of no survival then SUCCESS!, but on another note survival can be guaranteed))
((Is making post, may be up soonish maybe))

[Myitt]

((Yeah, let's do it, Rachel!    ))

[Six]

((Heh, quote from the Animorphs))

The Daemon merely looked upon the vampire, his bestial visage snarling, he never left until he had either defeated all opponents or been banished to the Warp. His voice was the sound of Souls shrieking in torment, the sound of armies clashing and of bones being shattered.
“Your skull will make good trophy for the Skull Lords throne”
Drak’Shal roared and swung his daemonic axe at the vampire, merely testing the reactions of this new foe before he committed to an all out attack

The Daemon sensed other powerful beings in the area, the light from their Souls like a beacon to him, the filthy Daemon, Khazrak, had spoken the truth this was a good Hunting ground and could be used to recruit survivors to Khornes banner.

He flicked his thick gore-covered tail at the mortal that he had seen the moment of his forming(Parker) if it was dodged the Heart of Blood did not care, there was all of Eternity to slaughter in the Blood Gods name.

(Engineer)

The Engineer heard the ruckus outside and cringed a bit, looking round for a good spot to hide, finding none it resumed floating around the rafters, warbling to itself as it ‘paced’

[Darth Revan]

((Hey, my character, Sally, in my Fanfic: HALORP: Yankee Squad's Origins is modeled after her. Except she doesn't say "Let's do it."))

Parker watches the white vamp and the blood-demon fight, suddenly Thor chimed in, <Incoming, 3 o' clock!> Parker glances and sees the tail start to twitch. Parker faces the beast's tail as it comes in to swipe him like a fly. Parker jumps up and back flips, landing on the tail as it hits where he was standing. Parker holds on as he secures his legs around it and begins to climb the tail like the rope in training.