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I think Warforged probably do have souls. Zeta is just convinced they don't. Zeta is not very fun at parties.

Zen(4)Zeta is an adamantine-plated warforged, who knows its proper place in the world. Its lack of a soul is not cleverly hidden behind an introspective, thoughtful personality, the way more recent models have become. They are erratic. Complicated. Flesh-creatures call it Zeta, shortening the...

"You cops just never learn. None of you," Agnasci grumbles. "The rest of us, the normal people...we know when to fight, and when to run. You cops just love fightin'. Why not, either? There's a dozen more of you just one radio call away. You'll learn it soon, though, since the boys in blue can't...

I am indeed making a warforged fighter. I'll be finished today or tomorrow. Sorry for the delay!

At the mention of the Dogs of War, Agnasci steps closer to the cop with the gun. "Don't want to fight," he mutters, feeling suddenly vulnerable.

I would like one of the open Warforged spots, please! I would need a couple of days to read up on the thread and make the character ready, if that's okay.

While Chance is working her magic, Agnasci addresses Harper. "I can't learn anything about this thing. Is there any Spirit magic that will help us examine it? Maybe force it to reveal itself."

Agnasci follows Law back out of the trailer. When he sees Law's reaction, Agnasci will cast "Third Eye" (Mind 2 + Gnosis 1)

Agnasci is carefully watching Faye's reaction. The fact that she didn't know there was something conscious here disturbs him. "Alright Faye," Agnasci says, unable to hide the annoyance creeping into his voice. "What are we doing here, anyway?" He suspects she doesn't even know. Agnasci will...

Agnasci stops short a few dozen yards from the trailer. "I think there's something awake in there," he finally says loud enough so the others can hear. "It's not human. I think we should assume it's dangerous."

Agnasci walks close behind Law, and talks to him low enough that hopefully the others can't hear. "Watch out ahead," he says. "Something's awake." Never thought I'd be working with a cop, Agnasci says to himself. Agnasci hasn't had enough time to get used to the existence of inhuman...

Agnasci grabs a flashlight and flips it on. "Any reason this couldn't have waited, I don't know, three, maybe four hours?" he grumbles loud enough for Faye to hear. "I can't tell if it's late, or early." He tries not to show it, but the darkness and isolation unnerve him. To Law, he says "I...

Agnasci is content to sit in the back seat of the vehicle, observing the others. The strangeness of Faye's behavior intrigues him, but he knows better than to ask her outright just what's going on. If Penrose had wanted them to know, she would have told them. Agnasci's curiosity easily overcomes...

Sorry for the length of Orlando's awakening sequence. As you can see, I kind of get swept up in stuff like this!

Nazareth is long gone. Infinity stretches before him, and behind. Only the tower is real, looming ahead. Wherever he turns, the tower fills his vision, as if space itself exists simply to present the colossal iron structure to him. "I can't," Orlando whispers. His voice is a hoarse croak. Dry...

Hello! Looking forward to playing with you. What a crew this is shaping up to be. A nutcase conspiracy theorist, a homeless street performer, a cold-hearted con man, and a no-nonsense cop. Enemies beware!

The voice is always lurking, now. It's almost familiar. Orlando's initial terror has faded, and now only constant low-grade nervous hum remains, like a fever. With effort, he can push the voice down, suppress it like a thumb blocking a garden hose. But the effort of it is exhausting, and every...

Orlando sits at a dimly-lit diner, across from a Nazareth cop. The cop wears a badge that proudly reads "R. Corbaley 1411". The place is run-down even by the loose standards of this miserable desert town. Corbaley has a most unfortunate face, through no fault of his genetics. Corbaley had earned...

Orlando Raleigh wasn't much in his previous life. "I'm at the top of the bottom," he liked to joke. His self-depreciating, friendly humor put people at ease. Opened the door, so to speak. Once that door was opened, that one little creak, that one small, tiny opportunity was all he needed...

I'll be playing in the other reserved spot, along with Rubberneck. Shayuri, I'm looking forward to playing with you! My character concept is a con-artist, laying low for awhile until the heat is off him. Even before his Awakening, he recognized the world for what it is, a competitive arena...