captainofthe10th: (helmet)
Backtagging: Yes please.
Threadhopping: Yes.
Fourthwalling: Yes.
Offensive subjects (elaborate):  BAHAHAHAHA NO.  Do whatever, Garvi's seen it all.

Hugging this character: Yes, expect confusion
Kissing this character: Yes, but expect more confusion
Flirting with this character: Yes, but expect him not to notice.
Fighting with this character: Yes.  He's a space marine.  If you're not fighting him, you're doing it wrong.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Yes. He's a space marine, if he's not getting awesome bodily injuries, we're doing it wrong :D
Killing this character: Good luck!  But sure if it happens, let's discuss it in detail
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character:  He's straight up and down, and open to that sort of thing.  He's really fairly resistant to mind control, though.
Warnings: ... this character is from Warhammer 40k/The Horus heresy.  He is an extreme secular humanist, he has been taught to fight and oppose sorcery, aliens, demons, uncontrolled psykers.  That being said he is a reasonable man, so his chances of randomly aggroing on you are fairly low.

Also contact post, my AIM is FenrirBill, my Plurk is grimdork.

captainofthe10th: (It's on!)
[ Sun rises over Mayfield on December 25th. Christmas, though it means nothing to this secular warrior. He'd won this time. Fought against the town's illusions, from Torgaddon, to the deceit surrounding his beloved friends, he had fought demon, sorcerer, heretic, and even titan. He was victorious, unyielding. The Grey Knight of Mayfield.

And yet.... he was wounded, sorely. He could feel the bite of the demon-blade even inside his armor, where Caster's minion had torn into him before his dastardly escape. It wasn't healing quick enough, not with the larraman cells stemming the flow, not with the auto-systems of the armor stabilizing him. He walks through town, ignoring the pain in his side, standing tall on this strange morning patrol, the snow light around him, wiping away the blood dribbling from his lip with the back of his gauntlet. He moves on, scaling the hill at the edge of town, and finally turns, passing through downtown, the Zemekis building, and finally heading towards the road at the edge of town. He stands, an agonized sentinel, armor charred and scarred. Unbowed, unbroken, but wounded. Taking a moment, just a moment, to be proud that he resisted the lies of the town, where even some of his friends did not.

(ooc:feel free to tag him at whatever point in the journey you think is best.)
captainofthe10th: (It's on!)
1 [ (Locked to Saber and Mordred) A man in a strange white bodyglove walks up to 460 stone street, carrying several blades of various sizes, and knocks on the door. Garviel's here to be a secondary teacher for Mordred. ]

2 [ Phones, filtered to the resistance and associated organizations. ] Loken here. I wanted to check in after the recent incident with the mushrooms. How do you all fare?

3 [ Garviel is working at L'deplaisant as a waiter, his actual job. He's walking over to your character, looking quizzical, and somewhat unused to NOT wearing his powered armor and says, ] May I take your order?

4 [ The lake: There is a small lake in town, and Garviel stands by it, unarmored, still wearing the white bodyglove with the wolf's head iconography that he earlier wore to training with Mordred. He is silently staring out across it, as if trying to decide what to do about a particularly niggling (Or painful) memory. ]

5 [ Klaus Wulfenbach's residence. An armored space marine is knocking on the door, Klaus. What do? ]
captainofthe10th: (helmet)
[ Action one: Park ] [ Garviel is sitting in the park, reading a few books. In this case, some comic books that he got from the comic store. He looks slightly annoyed by them, as near as you can tell for a nearly 9 foot tall giant in powered armor. ]
That just doesn't seem reasonable at all....

[ Action Two 2237 Stevens and the surrounding area ] [ Garviel is raking leaves, and generally doing fall maintenance for his house. He appears to be at something of a loss after he gets all the leaves into a massive pile and bagged. ] So... now what do I do with them?

[Phone call filtered from drones ] I am in need of a scientist to tutor a young friend of mine. She also may have some very... specific questions. Can anyone be of assistance?

[<[ Action Three Near the highway ] [ The Space marine is clearly heading towards the highway, prepared for war, his helm sealed, his weapons maglocked to his thighs, and a shield strapped to his left arm. There is a sense of inevitability in how he walks, almost as if he is an elemental force, instead of a person. ]

[Phone call to Rin Tohsaka and her house ] Rin. I understand you were at homecoming. Can you explain it a bit to me?
captainofthe10th: (Default)
Action one: Locked to 2237 and 2236 Stevens: [ At the beginning of the zombie invasion, Garviel bursts out the front door of his house, howling.... ] I... am... CERBERUS! [ Utterly maddened, a screaming chainsword in hand, the space marine looks for foes to slay. ]

Action Two: All over town: [ Garviel has found his battle-brothers and his partner, so he moves about, slaying with Cu Chulainn, Rin, and possibly Baron Klaus as well. The drones don't have a chance, really, not against an Astartes, a magus, a Space Marine, and a mad Scientist. Are you rescued by them? Do you dare stand against this group? ] (You may get interactions from all of us, if you want one PC in particular, just specify in your first tag. )

Voice: Wednesday morning Mayfield: This is Loken, you know who I am... if you are cut off from the church and hospital, rally at Makeout point. It is very defensible, and I have prepared a perimeter. None of our tainted.... compatriots will survive the approach. That is all.

Action Three: Makeout point Wednesday night: [ This is Garviel's last stand and rally point, he waits for the drones or awakened zombies to come, his bolter held ready, Frag grenades primed ]

Action Four: Makeout point Thursday morning: [ There is no evidence of the previous night's slaughter, but for the battered man in batted armor who just kneels, staring into the middle distance, shocked at the sudden change in the world, which had gone from a haunting example of his past... to the strange quasi-idyllic town of Mayfield once more. ]
captainofthe10th: (Default)
11 PM, backdated to Wednesday night. Action 1, locked to 2237 Stevens Residents: [ Garviel awakens after a day of droning, and the awakening is not a gentle one. A yell of pain can be heard, and then silence, aside from his heavy steps as he descends the stairs of the home and swiftly armors himself in his Astartes plate without a word to anyone. ]

Midnight Action 2, Makeout point: [ A ghost-like figure in defaced white armor, all external signs of allegiance carved roughly off stares down over Mayfield, the summer breeze occasionally stirring the horse-hair brush that is the single adornment on the helm. For the moment his back is to the approaching path from below, as he stares down at the town. ]

3:00 AM Action 3, The Streets of mayfield [ A hulking form stalks ferally through Mayfield, looking over the place as though re-familiarizing itself with it, the sound of whirring coming from it, though no words are spoken. The eyes burn red in the darkness. Do you approach? ]

Noon the next day Action 4, L'Déplaisant: [ A rather sullen-looking figure is serving lunch in L'Déplaisant. He's coming over to take your order. What do, mayfielders? ]

Thursday afternoon: Acceptance Phone 5, : [ A deep voice, somehow roughened, almost a snarl, can be heard in an open, though drone-filtered cast on the phone ] So that's it then. Once again imprisoned in this town. I wonder if this is not some trick of the Ruinous Powers... of the warp. At least I have gained some knowledge of my fate. So I will ask you this: How long was I gone?
captainofthe10th: (Bluhuhu)
[Around Mayfield, morning Garviel is visiting friends. He stops by Abel's house, just to check and make sure his friend is in fact droned for good. When he finds Abel's things nowhere around, and the typically polite but distant Frenchman almost too chummy, he stops, walking away swiftly. The confirmation is a far more bitter thing than he had realized.]

[After a moment, in the street, he will turn, looking at the half-made pool in the backyard, his craggy face unreadable. He slips his helm on after this, and will wander the streets, a ghostly figure in white battle plate. He heads over to 1127 Taylor]


[ Afternoon. At 1127 Taylor, Garviel finds something else horrifying. Ciel, her normal kind, polite self. But something is wrong. He can be heard speaking about Arcueid to her, and she seems... utterly ignorant. Garviel stares at her, as if in shock, for a moment, then turns on his heel and walks away.]


[At the park. Garviel is sitting, quietly, not on a bench, but just on his armored rear end, looking up at moon. Remembering, clearly possessed of a melancholic humor. Or maybe it's just the look of things, as his white armor is given silver highlights by the moon. He still wears his helm, unwilling to show his face to the world.]

4. [Phones, filtered from drones.]

[Garviel is quiet for a little while, his voice rougher than usual when he does speak]

I have been asked to collect accounts of the recent incident in this town, where we were asked to slay one another. If you would like to explain what happened from your perspective, please contact me, I am trying to gather as many people's thoughts as possible. There will be no repercussions from me for whatever you tell me. I am not here to judge, just take the accounts, so we can understand more about what happened, and why people chose to obey the masters of this town, or in some cases, chose not to.
captainofthe10th: (helmet)
[It began, as many things do with Garviel, with an Oath. In this case an oath to keep Merem from feeding on the blood of drones for 3 days. Unlike every other oath he has made since he came to mayfield, Garviel is having a truly difficult time keeping it. Because the monster is -fast- Fast enough to outrun bullets. Even a transhuman in speed-enhancing armor cannot keep up. So the first day is spent chasing Merem fruitlessly.]
[Action prompts after the cut.]

Read more... )
captainofthe10th: (Bad ideas)
Open Action for Stevens Stree and passerby 1
[Garviel is out cooking steaks, hot dogs, and various other kinds of grill-based foods, and.... well, doing a poor job of it. He has been introduced to barbecuing recently and some aspects of it escape him.]

Open action around Mayfield. 2

[Garviel is jogging. In powered armor. Probably part of his training. He can easily be jogged with, but you quickly will realize his jogging is the equivalent of an athlete's sprint.]

Open Action in Riflery Range, Rec Center 3

[Garviel is in the range, ready to teach you about how to KILL PEOPLE DEAD with all of the guns.]

Open Action at the Ball Park 4

[Garviel is playing catch with the neighborhood drone kids, apparently having decided to take up scout's advice on making a ball team.]

Closed tags following after the cut

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captainofthe10th: (Default)
[Phone, screened from drones]

I have purchased a phonograph player. However, I know nothing of music, beyond the battle-hymns of the Astartes. Can anyone suggest or lend me some records that are properly enjoyable? I can provide tea if you like. And company, of course.

(Action Garage in front of 2237 Stevens)

[Garviel is sitting on his workbench, garage door of his house open, working a wire brush over his power armor as he systematically removes every insignia of his old Legion, his old allegiance to Horus Lupercal. If you approach, he will give you a stoic nod.]

(Action: Park)

[Garviel is waiting for someone in the park, wearing his white bodyglove with a wolf's head emblem on the chest, above his heart. He has two boxes with him, one of them smells like a freshly baked cake, the other smells like steak. He is clearly waiting for someone. Is it you? Will you dare try to nab the cake and steak from the Astartes? What do, Mayfield.]

(Action: Rec Center)

[Garviel is doing maintenance on the shooting range, fixing target dummies and cleaning up spent brass that people have left around. He looks up and smiles briefly as you approach, and waves a meaty hand at you.]

(Action: Makeout point)

[Congratulations, you've caught Garviel practicing in his power armor with his sword during the evening. Do you approach? Run away in terror from the 8 1/2 foot tall giant of technology and flesh?]
captainofthe10th: (Default)
1 [Voice only, filtered from the drones]

My friends, citizens of Mayfield. It is my belief that this recent strife between us has torn many deep wounds in our hearts and our bodies. I believe we should put our emnity aside for one night, and break bread together. I will provide a proper location to do so. I am proposing a party of sorts at my house this Friday evening, wherein we can all sit and speak with one another like reasonable individuals.

Everyone is invited. Those I have befriended, those I have crossed blades with, those I have had enmity with in the past. I ask only that you keep your peace in my home, with both myself and the other guests.

2 [Action: Grocery store]

[A huge man is in the grocery store buying all of the groceries. Particularly meats and various vegetables. And most of the wine too.]

3 [Action: 2237 Stevens Rd and surrounding environs. Garviel is in his backyard setting up various pieces of furniture and even a few of those awful torches (tiki torches?) to keep flies away. Do you approach?]
captainofthe10th: (Default)
Action: Filtered to residents of 2237 Stevens Rd.

[Garviel awakens. He sighs, realizing that once again his battles are not yet done. And then he smiles, briefly. For there was something of a victory in their last undertaking. As he looks out of the window, and sees the remains of the milkmech shattered all around, he realizes just how much of a victory it was.]

Action: Open, around town.

[A huge man is wandering around, heading towards the dairy, heavily armed and armored, his heavy somewhat muted by sheer comparison with the remains of milkmech. He looks like this:

What do, Mayfield?]

Action: At the dairy remnants.

[Garviel kneels, picking up his somehow still-intact battle banner. He looks back over the devastation of the town, and muses aloud.]

"Was it worth it?"
captainofthe10th: (helmet)
Action 1, locked to the road-trip group

[Garviel drives the car back into town with whatever survivors of the EPIC BEAR ADVENTURE still remain. (Post once we get that resolved) The car gives up the ghost about right after the highway sign and he says.]

"I am sorry for endangering you all in such a way, but I felt confident with such a doughty and skilled group we should push the boundaries."

Action 2,

[A huge warrior in blood-soaked clothes with a claw wound is approaching the church of salvation's doorstep, and knocking. He looks exhausted as he knocks, or maybe just burdened by concern. There is a huge scabbed gash on his forehead and face, like something immense clawed flesh and bone back, tearing deep into him.]

Phone 3 (Standard Filters)

"My friends, be aware there is a great danger in going off-road. Ursine beasts that are resistant to psychic attack, and very doughty in combat are the wardens of the roads. Consider yourself warned. They are worthy foes."
captainofthe10th: (Default)
(Filtered to housemates) 1

[Garviel is holding a shattered phone in his hands, looking annoyed, and says.]

"I am sorry. I will get another phone for the house immediately."

(Open RP, out and about Mayfield.) 2

[Garviel is walking towards uptown, his expression stoic as always. If you pass him by, for once, he doesn't favor you with a nod, or a smile. What do, Mayfielders?]

(Open RP, Makeout point hill) 3

[Garviel has found his crude practice blades again, and begins an 8 hour (no really, 8 hours) practice session out upon the hill, running through blade drill. His form is very, very good. There is neither passion, nor anger, nor anything else in it. A clinical demonstration of the Astartes way of destruction. He sweats profusely, even in the light clothing he is wearing, his inhuman physique gleaming in the setting sun, towards the end of his practice, and he will put the swords away, going to get a drink.] (feel free to creep on him, interrupt during any point of this.)

(Phone, filtered to Quinn) 4

"Mister Hatch, I would like to use your forge with a friend of mine, or two. Is that acceptable?"
captainofthe10th: (Derp)
[This has not been Garviel's day.  Really it just hasn't.  He's been stabbed through his primary heart, had some jerkass steal his identity, and then left with the check of an eat and run.  He stands up, settles his bill, and stumbles out of the diner, still bleeding from a jagged hole in his back, which is quickly scabbing over into a blood-seal.]

Action A:

[Garviel is stumbling back home to 2237 Stevens street, blood soaking through his coat and his already pale face deathly.  His expression is grim, and varies between anger and frustration, as he clutches at the side of his coat, pulling it against the wound as a makeshift bandage.  He is tracking blood behind him in the snow.]

Action B Locked to the Loken residence:

[Garviel manages to get home, and opens the door, stumbling in]

"Arizona!  I need a medicae.  Quickly!"  

[he sits down on the couch and will almost collapse it.]

Phone C:

Be aware, there's some nasty sneak out there who smells of lho-sticks and fear, and enjoys stabbing people in the back after being bought a good meal by a friend.  Apparently he can disguise himself as Red.
captainofthe10th: (Derp)
Action: Open to Garviel's Family at 2237 Stephen's road

[It begins as a normal day for Garviel.  Calisthenics.  Then... a package, wrapped as the regain ones was dropped off.  More curious than anything else, he opens it.  Only to find....  memories]
HERESY! )Action:  Open to anyone on Garviel's Street, Stephen's road
Read more... )(Visual aids for Garviel's friends coming to save him.
captainofthe10th: (Default)
Phone time

[Garviel picks up the puzzling vox-caster, (phone) and jams a few buttons.]

"Can someone explain to me how this primitive vox-caster can be programmed to call a specific person?  I'm a bit... puzzled by the lack of neural inputs."

"I was also curious about the weather patterns of this planet, and about this upcoming holiday of Valentine's day.  Are we expected to do something specific  for our families?  I wouldn't wish to upset anyone without reason.   And regarding the weather patterns:  How long are we expected to have snow?  Is this climate cold year round?"
captainofthe10th: (Default)
Scene 1

[Action: inside Bodine's fashion, a large man is talking to one of the drone salesmen  (Or one of the non-droned ones if we have PC salesmen about)]

"Yes, you heard me correctly.  I need a hat of this size!  [he holds his arms apart above his head, making a vee above his shoulders.]

"There is a party and I require as large and prodigious a hat as I can possibly have created.  So please, make one if you can, I shall pay whatever is necessary."

Scene 2

[Action: Inside L'Déplaisant, a hulking fellow who barely fits the waiter garb provided to him approaches your table.  He smiles, his craggy features making this look a bit unusual, and removes a notebook, saying,]

"Good evening, Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Garviel Loken and I'll be your waiter for the evening.  May I recommend the filet Mignon with Hollandaise sauce?  It is quite excellent."

Scene 3

[Action: In the evening, the aforementioned large fellow is running in the winter, wearing a jacket and rather brief short pants.  He moves fairly smoothly across the ice, and may, in fact, run by your house, steam from his breath hitting the air and swathing him like a vaporous cloak. If approached, he will respond with a simple,

] "Good evening"
captainofthe10th: (Default)
[Locked to residents of 2237 Stevens street]

[After awakening from... the death or betrayal of every friend he ever had, a huge (6'5) man wakes up in 1950ish clothes, and starts scrambling around his house.]

"no....  Torgaddon...  Tarvitz.   Aximand Abaddon.  Horus"  [The last name is almost hissed, a painful sound.]

[he looks down at a hand that is once his, and yet not, utterly lacking in the astartes battle-plate which made him an invincible warrior]

"This is not real."

[he'll head back into his bedroom, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror.  Taking in perspective.]

"This cannot be real.  I am no longer... Astartes?"  [he shakes his head.]  

[Open Scenario 1#]

[An enormous fair-haired man built like a boulder with muscles is wandering the streets, looking faintly shellshocked.  He mutters to himself]  "

"This isn't Istvaan..." 

[Once he spots you, he'll turn, asking with an expression between desperation, anger, and despair]  "Where... am I?"

[Open Scenario 2#]

[The aforementioned enormous man has wandered fairly far afield of mayfield, still shellshocked-looking.  Eventually, he'll sit down on a snow-covered bench in the park, apparently not really feeling the winter cold overmuch, breath fogging around his face.  He'll sit, looking vaguely uncomprehending, and if you approach, will look up, unable to speak for the moment.]  


Oct. 6th, 1979 06:52 pm
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