THE HERO OF THE IMPERIUM

[hegantha]

Characters: Amberley Vail, Commissar Ciaphas Cain, and YOU
Setting: All around the safe floors. The cafeteria, dorms, etc.
Format: Actionspam is cool, threads with cain and amberley will be done separately
Summary: Propaganda is good! Everyone should know that there's a hero among us who stands up for good humans and helps protect them from the tower!
Warnings: Discrimination towards aliens and anything practicing magic. The shoot first, ask questions kind of discrimination.

[ Amberley and Cain can both be found about the tower today, the almost seven foot tall man following behind the smaller woman dressed in his normal military garb with his chainsword at his side. You do get the sense that he's being dragged around by her, mostly because of his stoicism and her cheery enthusiasm make a pretty jarring contrast.

The two each have a stack of handmade flyers they're handing out, which Amberley made with a marker and some scrap paper. Not the most high tech propaganda out there, but it was better than nothing. Everyone who runs into the duo will get one of these.



At least they're trying to help, even if it's in their own horribly misguided way. ]

Comments

Dorms

[mask_of_suffering]

[Madoka came upon the pair while returning home from an afternoon of light activity and reading. Her mind firmly set on taking a light nap, she really thought nothing of the two women in military garb going about in such a manner Indeed, she really just wanted to get back to her room.

However, being a slightly inquisitive little half-witch, she couldn't help herself from at least asking what they were doing.]

Oh hello! What are you two doing?

[hegantha]

[ If Amberley knows you (which she does) she's certainly not acting like it. She's still all smiles. ]

Hello! We're just passing out these fliers so everyone knows that they have help if they need it.

[ She hands one over without hesitation. ]

[hideandhero]

Something that seemed like a good idea.

[AKA, something he got roped in on. Oops.]

You could always just read this and see.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[It seems that searching for his Master takes up a good deal of Lancelot's time. The man is easily found, however, as he seems to spend a good deal of his time napping in the Meadow. Lancelot finds nothing to complain of in this, for at least the man is not in danger or likely to become ill in such a place.

He walks the halls to his destination in his dark suit and tie, his sword sheathed and invisible.
But there, at the side of a massive man escorting a younger woman down the hallway, is a sword he recognizes. A "chainsword", the strange Knight had called it.

When a flyer is pressed into his black-gloved hand by the young woman, he inclines his head in greeting.]

Well met.
Tell me, for I cannot say I have heard the words, what is a "xeno"--

[He's knows very well what a "sorcerer" is, being that he himself is the Spirit of a long -dead Hero, summoned by a Magus.]

and what manner of title "commissar" might be.

[hideandhero]

Alien is a term used on more backwards planets. It's pretty outdated.

[Mostly because in galactic terms, it meant anyone not from a certain location. Xeno was the preferred word for 'non-humans', especially when humans occupied most of the galaxy.]

As for Commissar, you could say we're a type of officer that exists outside the chain of command in the Imperial Guard. Our job is to keep up troop morale and make sure orders are followed.

[hegantha]

Well met indeed.

I've heard that people from other words may be more familiar with the term alien. They're lifeforms from other planets and they either want to kill humans or compromise our way of live.

[ That totally sounds legit, right? Not crazy at all? Either way, Amberley sounds completely serious like she believes every word she's saying. ]

Commissar is a title in our military. They help supervise Imperial Guard units and are soldiers of the highest caliber.

Outside the third floor.

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko was coming out of the library when she spotted Amberly and her huge friend walking by, carrying some huge stacks of flyers. It was near the fifteenth, and she and Amberly had talked about reading together, so she waved at the two as she walked towards them.]

Good morning, Amberly! What's with the flyers?

[hideandhero]

They were her idea, not mine. She's a bit infatuated with the idea that I'm a hero.

Which, for the record, I don't claim. Everything that happened to give me that title was clearly the result of teamwork, not the work of a single person.

[hegantha]

Well, with the recent going ons, I wanted to make sure everyone knew they could count on the Commissar to protect them if need be. We need to stick together and help protect each other.

[oathshackledbird]

[For several moments, all Diarmuid can do is look at the flyer that has been handed to him. He reads the words over several times and they make no more sense the subsequent times as they did the first. In fact, all reading them over does is further light the rage that is growing inside of him.

A rage he hasn't felt for a very long time and had hoped not to feel again.

What kind of foolishness is this? After all that they have recently learned about this place and their conditions in it, how can anyone be trying to create this type of division among them? And then to dare call themselves heroes?

It is madness. Utter madness.

He looks up at the people who handed him the flyer. They have moved farther down the hallway, but he doesn't move to go after them. His voice, sharp and deadly does the work for him.]

What the hell do you two think you're doing? Stop this foolishness at once. We are all captive souls here. Magic or not makes no difference. We should be erasing divides not creating them!

[He crumples the flyer into a ball and throws it on the floor, his rage so great he is nearly shaking.]

[hideandhero]

[Cain doesn't even turn around to look. Instead, he whispers over to Amberley very quietly.]

With that reaction, it's definitely a heretic. Probably the Slaneeshi kind, judging by his looks.

[carabina]

[ Normally, Mami would be all for people trying to help the others. However, the text at the bottom seems to bother her a lot. Sure, she technically uses magic but she knows how to protect herself. There are people who can use magic but cannot protect themselves. Would they really ignore another person in need just because they use magic? ]

Excuse me? [ She puts a smile on her face. ] I was wondering if you could elaborate more on what you mean by the bottom line. I'm not entirely sure what a "Xeno" is either.

[hideandhero]

[That seemed to be a pretty common question. Though, when you come from the year 41,900 and something, you figure the language changed a bit over time.]

Alien is the word used on more primitive planets. Non-human creatures who live solely to wipe humans from the galaxy. That kind of thing.

[hegantha]

[ She really should have thought ahead and just used the word alien. It's just so hard to think ahead when you get excited. ]

Xeno is another term for Alien which is more popular in my own world. That line was printed to indicate that we wouldn't be helping anyone that seeks out the destruction of the human race.

[fish_or_die]

[Well, if they stop by the cafeteria, they're going to find one very mundane looking human who goes by the name of Jungo Torii. He spends a lot of time there practicing his cooking because, truthfully, he's only good at one dish and that's not a lot. He'll be in the middle of selecting ingredients if they come into the kitchen, or he'll be at a table tasting what he's made...either way, he's willing to listen to anyone.

Of course, he's not an alien or a sorceror, but he has a demon summoning app on his cellphone that lets him use magic. Oops.]

...Can I help you?

[hideandhero]

I think it's more about how I can help others. Though don't believe the stories anyone tells you. I'm not the hero, the soldiers I fought with are. The problem is getting other people to believe that. [Pointing at Amberley and then handing over a paper.]

[puppy_lancer]

[Well, Cu Chulainn has to raise an eyebrow at this poster.]

...What's a Xeno?

[hideandhero]

Alien. Non-human. That kind of thing.

[Seriously Amberley. Word these things better.]

[neverbeamemory]

[He's handed a flyer in passing through one of the Dormitory corridors. It only takes seconds to read and Sephiroth carefully holds his expression as blank as he can while he holds it out back to whoever it is that handed it to him.]

I can handle myself.

[Nevermind not knowing whatever a 'Xeno' is and knowing at least one other person who could be classed as a 'sorcerer'. What irritates is the notion of Humans flocking together, and how very sickeningly typically pathetic of their species. No wonder they all deserve to be wiped out.]

[hegantha]

Well, alright, tough guy! As long as you're sure!

[ Amberley doesn't know what he's thinking, of course, so she's just as cheery as ever. ]

Cafeteria

[ladygreensleeves]

[England is just finishing her tea when one of the flyers is passed to her and she wastes little time before looking it over.

The writing at the bottom causes her to raise an eyebrow up at the two handing out the leaflets though, and she glares at them from where she's seated.]

Excuse me? "Sorcerers need not apply"?

[The angry and offended "Why on earth not?" hangs in the air, though she doesn't out right say it.]

[hegantha]

It's because sorcerers can be very dangerous. Even if they mean well, without sanctioning from the Emperor, they could lose their sanity and attack us in large numbers.

We aren't looking to hurt magic users in anyway unless they hurt innocent humans first. We're just being honest about who we're willing to protect in a time of crisis.

[plumesofdusk]

[ Ryoji is just passing by, but since everyone who meets them gets a flyer, he winds up with one, too, and he stops to read it and -- winds up looking pretty puzzled. He looks up and over at the pair who gave it to him. ]

Um... I'm a little confused...

[hegantha]

What are you confused about? I'd be happy to help explain it!

sorry i'm not sorry

[justguidelines]

[And...That's just Barbossa, leaving the library and doing his best to navigate to the cafeteria to do more important things (like feed himself, because...Well, it's what one does), and trying to get around the flyer givers so as not to end up with one (seriously, what is he going to do with it), when he finds one stuffed into his hand anyway.

And because he just happens to have one now, he pauses for a split second to scan it (yes, amazingly, he can read), before giving a loud, not-at-all concealed snort.]

And what be this absolutely childish hornswaggle, eh? Trust in your fellow humans. That's rich.

[No, seriously, dafuq did he just read.]

don't be sorry

[hegantha]

Do you have a problem with the human race?

[ By the look on her face, yes, this seems to be a very very important question. Amberley can't really tell who's non-human by looking here, and in her line of work it's better to assume and act instead of end up dead. ]

[prayed]

[The last thing Kyoko would expect to come of this place is a duo of humans handing out fliers, as questionable as any of the ones she might have seen back home. Kyoko barely gives it a glance before narrowing her eyes at the two. Certainly, no one could be foolish enough to hand out such a thing in a place full of magic-users and non-humans...]

Aah, I think you guys must have seriously have your dates mixed up, 'cause like, april Fool's ain't until next month, y'know.

[hegantha]

You're right! It's still March! But I don't know what's so foolish about April.

[ Not only does she seem to be completely serious, but she has no idea what you're talking about. ]

[wegotlucky]

[He stares at the pamphlet. Oh, if only they knew.]

What's all this about? What happened here before I arrived?

[hideandhero]

Something is always happening. But you never know when you might need help.

[canofworms]

[Kariya's out and about looking through the Tower, half out of restlessness, half out of curiosity; a pair of Blade Wing Worms permanently out at his side. At this point, caution is more precious than secrecy, and there are far too many Grail War participants and other unusual beings here to warrant it, anyway.

Obviously armed individuals still make him a little tense, even if it's a natural occurrence in the Tower. He's a little more confused by the primitive flyer.]

... The Imperium? And there aren't any contact details, apart from the name.

[He did see the bit about sorcerers, but though it gives him pause, he doesn't even know what he's looking at. It doesn't quite register as a sign of hostility.]

[hegantha]

[ Amberley is so busy staring at the wings sticking out of his side that she barely registers Kariya's question. If she actually had her bolt pistol on her she might have taken it out and aimed it at him, but Cain's the only one that brought weapons along. Curse her need to keep a low profile... ]

... Yes, uh, if you need help, I'm sure you can find him... [ a pause. ] Actually, I was wondering if you're alright right now? If you need medical attention, I should be able to help.

hope this tag isn't too late!

[pinnaculum]

Hello.

[A miniature version of someone who brushed by them earlier appears. Sephiroth is oddly pale, but other than the glow in his eyes looks completely human (unless his pupils should narrow into slits).

He takes the flier and studies it quite seriously for a minute or so, as it seems like something that warrants serious thought. Hmm.]

Thank you. If you are in need of assistance, you can ask me, too. [He likes to be helpful.] I am Sephiroth. Is one of you the hero? [He's not a sorcerer or a xeno, as far as he's concerned (world-eating alien DNA aside), but he knows what the prefix xeno means.]

Aren't we all xenos here? [They're not from this planet, after all.]

[hideandhero]

I'm the Commissar, if that's what you're asking. I don't really think I'm a hero but I work with the titles given to me.

[Long story and he doesn't think a kid wouldn't really understand.]

But no, we aren't. Xenos are non-humans. Like the Eldar or the Tyranids or the Orks.