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goneawayworld2020-05-16 04:01 pm
greatlyexaggerated) wrote in goneawayworld2020-05-16 04:01 pm
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THE EMPEROR PROTECTS [OPEN]
Who: Cain and OPEN!
What: Technology mishaps, general socializing opportunities, chainsword!
Where: Around the rig. Specifically Training Halls and outside the communal bathrooms.
When: Before the upcoming corporate drone event.
Warnings/Notes: None in particular, but check Cain's permissions. Will match format!
[training area]
[Cain is in the training area holding a ridiculous weapon. It's a sword, if a sword was actually a chainsaw on a stick, and had a mechanical belt of metal teeth running down one side of it. And had a stylized eagle's wing embossed on the side. As well as a small wax seal and strip of parchment...? It looks like it's got significant heft to it, but Cain handles it easily, like an extension of his own arm.]
[He examines every inch of it discretely, not really trusting Jorgmund to have done something funny, but finally thumbs the activation rune when it passes muster. He's in no less conscious danger than he really was a moment ago, of course, but having his trusty weapon in his hand again is a balm to his paranoia.]
[It immediately roars to life and Cain starts running through the complex patterns of attack and defence with his chainsword, years of familiarity meaning that his movements fall into fluid instinct like he's run through the drills a thousand times before. It's almost meditative, the familiar reverberations running up his arm as he thrusts and swipes at thin air. He doesn't quite trust the training droids, and leaves them well alone.]
[Sorry if you're peacefully minding your own business on the other side of the massive hall, it does sound like somebody's just rip-started a lawnmower in here.]
[technology troubles]
[It's 7:50am. Cain is standing close to the entrance to the communal bathrooms, towel slung over his shoulders, sweaty as an ork and just a pale shade away from losing his temper like one. The reason he isn't inside yet is because at some point, his communicator was set to hover in the air and follow him around, and he can't seem to figure out how to make it stop following him.]
[Understandably, he doesn't want to walk into the showers with his communicator and give people the entirely wrong idea. If he can't figure it out soon, he's going to be odoriferous as Jurgen until tomorrow.]
[There's ten minutes until the allotted time to shower is up.]
[Cain, out of desperation, quickly closes his eyes, mutters the Catechism of Activation, and performs the Canticle of Appeasement. In a poor imitation of the tech-priests he'd seen do this, he hammers his fist three times on the same spot.]
[Wildcard!]
[Feel free to catch Cain around the rig, doing whatever! Lemme know if you want to plot out something alternate.]
What: Technology mishaps, general socializing opportunities, chainsword!
Where: Around the rig. Specifically Training Halls and outside the communal bathrooms.
When: Before the upcoming corporate drone event.
Warnings/Notes: None in particular, but check Cain's permissions. Will match format!
[training area]
[Cain is in the training area holding a ridiculous weapon. It's a sword, if a sword was actually a chainsaw on a stick, and had a mechanical belt of metal teeth running down one side of it. And had a stylized eagle's wing embossed on the side. As well as a small wax seal and strip of parchment...? It looks like it's got significant heft to it, but Cain handles it easily, like an extension of his own arm.]
[He examines every inch of it discretely, not really trusting Jorgmund to have done something funny, but finally thumbs the activation rune when it passes muster. He's in no less conscious danger than he really was a moment ago, of course, but having his trusty weapon in his hand again is a balm to his paranoia.]
[It immediately roars to life and Cain starts running through the complex patterns of attack and defence with his chainsword, years of familiarity meaning that his movements fall into fluid instinct like he's run through the drills a thousand times before. It's almost meditative, the familiar reverberations running up his arm as he thrusts and swipes at thin air. He doesn't quite trust the training droids, and leaves them well alone.]
[Sorry if you're peacefully minding your own business on the other side of the massive hall, it does sound like somebody's just rip-started a lawnmower in here.]
[technology troubles]
[It's 7:50am. Cain is standing close to the entrance to the communal bathrooms, towel slung over his shoulders, sweaty as an ork and just a pale shade away from losing his temper like one. The reason he isn't inside yet is because at some point, his communicator was set to hover in the air and follow him around, and he can't seem to figure out how to make it stop following him.]
[Understandably, he doesn't want to walk into the showers with his communicator and give people the entirely wrong idea. If he can't figure it out soon, he's going to be odoriferous as Jurgen until tomorrow.]
[There's ten minutes until the allotted time to shower is up.]
[Cain, out of desperation, quickly closes his eyes, mutters the Catechism of Activation, and performs the Canticle of Appeasement. In a poor imitation of the tech-priests he'd seen do this, he hammers his fist three times on the same spot.]
[Wildcard!]
[Feel free to catch Cain around the rig, doing whatever! Lemme know if you want to plot out something alternate.]
no subject
[He approaches it cautiously, uncertain whether or not to draw his own weapon until he enters the training hall and sees Cain swinging around ... something. A big damn sword with an edge moving so quickly that it blurred, snarling like a frost troll.
[Aleifr stops to watch - both the bizarre weapon and Cain himself. Cain had identified himself as a warrior, but the first impression he'd given Aleifr hadn't ... well, it hadn't inspired confidence. Watching the man now ... he was good. Genuinely impressive.]