Fourth Oath of the moment: Only war

[captainofthe10th]

1 On the phone, filtered from drones. Anyone who wishes to learn close combat as an Astartes does, let me know. I have the proper tools now for full instruction now.

2 2237 Stevens Road, back yard [ A huge, articulated metal cage now stands in Garviel's backyard, along with some sort of strange, cybernetic-looking thing made out of pale human flesh and absurdly elaborate metal parts. It has blade-limbs, and a strange visor in the place of eyes, bulked out with gene-bred muscle and metal hoses that run all over the torso, back, arms and legs. It squares off with the huge, unarmored astartes, who is stripped to the waist, the black neural connections of the surgically implanted carapace beneath his skin showing clearly. He holds a eagle-etched Spatha and a roaring chainsword as he growls at the Servitor. ] Level 10, maximum lethality.

3 Makeout Point [ Evening, an armored figure stares down and out over the town, holding a huge cannon-like weapon in his arms, a silent sentinel cast silver in the moonlight. Dare you approach? ]

2 2237 Stevens Road, front yard [ Garviel is out cleaning off a huge battletank, picking some remains of bone and other material out of the treads of the adamantine treads of the Land Raider. The tank is large enough to dwarf the huge space marine. ]

Comments

2237 Stevens Road, Front Yard

[spitefulvitae]

[The town had stuffed her mailbox with instructions from the Ladies Charity Association, and Natalie had complied for lack of anything much else to do. Bake? Why not? It was something more to do with her time than wander the park in the wee hours of the morning. 2237 Stevens Road was on her list of households that needed some busybodying, though she couldn't quite recall why that wasn't a good thing...

Until she showed up there in the early evening of the next day with a pan of brownies. Oh. Oh right. It was that guy's house.

She's just... going to stand there awkwardly until she can think of a proper way to drop these things off and get out.]

[captainofthe10th]

[ The armored figure just stares at her, while adjusting a hose one one of the twin godhammer lascannons attached to the Land Raider. ]

[spitefulvitae]

[Things aren't getting much less awkward. Time to just get out there and do something. She steps closer, offers the treats in an obvious holding outwards, and raises her voice.]

Is the lady of the house in? The Charity Committee sent me over with treats!

[captainofthe10th]

[ The space marine considers this for a moment, and growls. ]

Haruko or Yuna?

Phone

[abravelikehero]

You need a lot of tools to instruct? Wouldn't anything work for demonstration?

Phone

[captainofthe10th]

I needed my servitor.

Phone

[abravelikehero]

Your what?

Re: Phone

[captainofthe10th]

My servitor.

phone;

[gandere]

And just what exactly are these tools, Garviel?

[ It's been a while and since she's still a bit sour over the carnival, she's not too eager to know what it is he's up to next. ]

[captainofthe10th]

My sparring cage and sparring servitor, of course.

[gandere]

You need a cage to practice fighting in? [ ... ] Isn't that for the illegal kind like dogs or chickens?

[captainofthe10th]

No, it is a self-adjusting creation of technology, built to enhance training, much like the servitor itself.

[1]

[allwehad]

What's an Astartes? And probably, depending on the answer to that question.

Re: [1]

[captainofthe10th]

Mortals call us space marines, though I find the name distasteful.

[allwehad]

Won't call you that, then. I'd be willing to learn new combat techniques, either way.

[captainofthe10th]

Come to 2237 Stevens then, and you shall.

phone

[answerer_sword]

I would be interested.

: phone

[captainofthe10th]

Why

Re: : phone

[answerer_sword]

It would be interesting sparring with someone who uses a style different from my own.

makout point

[1st_superhero]

[Woah, what is that thing? Whatever it is, it's got Gilgamesh's attention. He slowly approaches it, trying to see if it's organic or robotic.]

Re: makout point

[captainofthe10th]

[ It is just very still, watching the town. ]

Re: makout point

[1st_superhero]

[Once he gets close enough, he reaches out a hand to try to pet it.]

2237 Stevens, Back Yard

[drank_the_milk]

Whoa! What the heck is that thing?

Re: 2237 Stevens, Back Yard

[captainofthe10th]

Ah. Yuna. [ Garviel briefly becomes encased in a seeming sphere of silver as both his blades and those of the sparring servitor slam into each other, parrying and striking time and again. ]

It is a sparring servitor. [ Sparks float away from them both, guttering out as they hit the ground almost like snow. ]

[drank_the_milk]

That's awesome! I can't even follow you!