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<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 12:47, 5 August 2013</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l20">Line 20:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 20:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The room was cold, gray steel, riveted plates configured into a cruel, box-like shape, with nothing more than a single flourescent light panel set into the ceiling overhead<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, casting </del>a harsh<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, bright white </del>light <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">into </del>the <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">room</del>.  Within sat a <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">woman</del>, taller than most humans, dressed in a close-fitting bodysuit <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">made of a flexible material of some kind </del>that <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">caught and reflected some of </del>the light<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, </del>her legs <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">folded underneath </del>her upon the floor, for there was no other surface for her to sit on.  Her fair skin was matched by <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">a pair of </del>eyes as green as flawlessly-cut emeralds, pointed ears, and features too angular and precise <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">to be human</del>.  Soft, pale lips were <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">pulled into no </del>expression, <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">and </del>her <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">eyes betrayed nothing</del>.  Slender eyebrows, neon-blue with green tints and streaks to match the color of her long, razor-straight<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, silk-textured </del>hair<del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, </del>rose in <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">mild </del>curiosity as a quintet of humans stepped into the room.  Two she recognized, doctors of some kind, who had studied her, removed her armor and weapons from her, washed the blood-rune of her war-mask from her forehead, and clad her in this basic outfit.  While not as comfortable as even the most haphazard adornments of her kind, it was more comfortable than anything she would have thought the mon-keigh could have ever hoped to produce.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>The room was cold, gray steel, riveted plates configured into a cruel, box-like shape, with nothing more than a single flourescent light panel set into the ceiling overhead <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">which cast </ins>a harsh light <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">throughout </ins>the <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">cell</ins>.  Within sat a <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">female</ins>, taller than most humans, dressed in a close-fitting bodysuit that <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">seemed to reflect </ins>the light <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">rather prominently from the more feminine curvatures of </ins>her <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">form.  Her </ins>legs <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">were tucked beneath </ins>her upon the floor, for there was no other surface for her to sit on.  Her fair skin was matched by eyes as green as flawlessly-cut emeralds, <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">inhumanly-</ins>pointed ears, and features too angular and precise.  Soft, pale lips were <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">set in a placid non-</ins>expression, her <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">features betraying no emotion</ins>.  Slender eyebrows, neon-blue with green tints and streaks to match the color of her long<ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">, silky</ins>, razor-straight hair rose in <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">only the mildest expression of </ins>curiosity as a quintet of humans stepped into the room.  Two she recognized, doctors of some kind, who had studied her, removed her armor and weapons from her, washed the blood-rune of her war-mask from her forehead, and clad her in this basic outfit.  While not as comfortable as even the most haphazard adornments of her kind, it was more comfortable than anything she would have thought the mon-keigh could have ever hoped to produce.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Her gaze swept the three she did not recognize.  Two were clad in long, black coats set with symmetrical, glossy stripes from shoulders to wrists, collar to hem, some of which overlapped, especially over the torso.  Underneath they wore fitted plate armor of some kind that looked like lighter versions of the armor usually worn by the expendable cannon-fodder that made up most of the corpse-emperor&#039;s armies, yet somehow it looked much more solid.  Their faces were concealed behind blank, armored masks, whose only defining characteristics were their rounded, feature-hugging shape, thin grilles along the jaw, presumably for vox-casters, a thin arch-shaped respirator piece at the lower-front, and white-tinted, blade-shaped eye-ports.  Functional, utilitarian helmets covered the rest of their heads, loose black-and-gray visual-camouflaged pants covered their legs (also set with the gloss-material strips along what she knew to be the locations of major arteries, blood vessels, and their knees), and heavy black, metal-plated boots covered their feet.  Black gloves covered their hands, with thin metal strips set along the webbing of their bone structure.  She also knew about these; they contained long, thin, piercing metal blades that were coated in neurotoxins.  In their hands, they carried deceptively light laser weaponry, which, as she had seen, were far more powerful than the weaponry she had come to expect from the mon-keigh.  Affixed at the angles of the bottom of the barrel were a pair of right-angled bayonets that gave off a faintly glowing sheen.  Power fields.  Small cords connected from their hilts to the middle of the weapon, and the rifles themselves were painted in camouflage that matched their fatigues.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Her gaze swept the three she did not recognize.  Two were clad in long, black coats set with symmetrical, glossy stripes from shoulders to wrists, collar to hem, some of which overlapped, especially over the torso.  Underneath they wore fitted plate armor of some kind that looked like lighter versions of the armor usually worn by the expendable cannon-fodder that made up most of the corpse-emperor&#039;s armies, yet somehow it looked much more solid.  Their faces were concealed behind blank, armored masks, whose only defining characteristics were their rounded, feature-hugging shape, thin grilles along the jaw, presumably for vox-casters, a thin arch-shaped respirator piece at the lower-front, and white-tinted, blade-shaped eye-ports.  Functional, utilitarian helmets covered the rest of their heads, loose black-and-gray visual-camouflaged pants covered their legs (also set with the gloss-material strips along what she knew to be the locations of major arteries, blood vessels, and their knees), and heavy black, metal-plated boots covered their feet.  Black gloves covered their hands, with thin metal strips set along the webbing of their bone structure.  She also knew about these; they contained long, thin, piercing metal blades that were coated in neurotoxins.  In their hands, they carried deceptively light laser weaponry, which, as she had seen, were far more powerful than the weaponry she had come to expect from the mon-keigh.  Affixed at the angles of the bottom of the barrel were a pair of right-angled bayonets that gave off a faintly glowing sheen.  Power fields.  Small cords connected from their hilts to the middle of the weapon, and the rifles themselves were painted in camouflage that matched their fatigues.</div></td></tr> </table>

1d4chan>Creed of Heresy http://2d4chan.org/mediawiki/index.php?title=Seculos_Attendous&diff=420085&oldid=prev 2013-07-25T13:15:06Z

<p></p> <table style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122;" data-mw="interface"> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <col class="diff-marker" /> <col class="diff-content" /> <tr class="diff-title" lang="en"> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">← Older revision</td> <td colspan="2" style="background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;">Revision as of 13:15, 25 July 2013</td> </tr><tr><td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno" id="mw-diff-left-l180">Line 180:</td> <td colspan="2" class="diff-lineno">Line 180:</td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Alissana&#039;s eyes drifted open, and they locked gazes once more, a different meaning conveyed this time.  Elgius slipped his hands from her, then straightened his coat.  “Come.  Follow.  I will explain to my crew and retinue what your presence means and what it entails, but later.  For now...we must converse, and I wish to do so in more comfortable surroundings...this room is starting to pall.”</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Alissana&#039;s eyes drifted open, and they locked gazes once more, a different meaning conveyed this time.  Elgius slipped his hands from her, then straightened his coat.  “Come.  Follow.  I will explain to my crew and retinue what your presence means and what it entails, but later.  For now...we must converse, and I wish to do so in more comfortable surroundings...this room is starting to pall.”</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="−"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Alissana smiled and laughed softly.  “I could have told you that a while ago,” she stated, humor in <del style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">his </del>voice, and she didn't even stop to consider how long it had been since it had last done so.  Too long.  Far, far too long.</div></td><td class="diff-marker" data-marker="+"></td><td style="color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Alissana smiled and laughed softly.  “I could have told you that a while ago,” she stated, humor in <ins style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">her </ins>voice, and she didn't even stop to consider how long it had been since it had last done so.  Too long.  Far, far too long.</div></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></td></tr> <tr><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Elgius returned the smile, before keying a sequence on a panel next to the door.  It slid open silently, and Elgius stepped out, the former autarch following close behind.  The two guards snapped to attention, but she noticed they could not help but turn their heads to follow after her.  Suspicion was evident, even if their faces were concealed.  It was something, she realized, she was going to have to get used to, and quickly.</div></td><td class="diff-marker"></td><td style="background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;"><div>Elgius returned the smile, before keying a sequence on a panel next to the door.  It slid open silently, and Elgius stepped out, the former autarch following close behind.  The two guards snapped to attention, but she noticed they could not help but turn their heads to follow after her.  Suspicion was evident, even if their faces were concealed.  It was something, she realized, she was going to have to get used to, and quickly.</div></td></tr> </table>

1d4chan>Creed of Heresy http://2d4chan.org/mediawiki/index.php?title=Seculos_Attendous&diff=420084&oldid=prev 2013-07-23T23:02:51Z

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