[OOC] Virgin Space: A Space Opera RP of Power, Profit, and Providence

[Letter Bee]

Virgin Space: A Space Opera RP of Power, Profit, and Providence

The year is 2444, and the Human Federation has fallen. Having stood for 84 years as the unified embodiment of people's desire for peace and prosperity, tensions within the member states have caused a civil war of horrific savagery, splintering the Core Worlds of the Terran Sector into anarchy. Planets are blasted, countless people killed, cities burnt, and rage consumes all in an inferno.

This is not our story...at least not yet.

For in the faraway Eliza Sector, barely settled for more than three decades, the end of the Human Federation is greeted with apathy, even celebration; the Core had been neglecting the frontier. They can survive on their own, they think, they don't need Sol telling them what to do. And for a time, they were right; life was better without the Core; their worlds did survive on their own. But as the years passed, the various 'Independent Planets' began to bicker and feud with each other, devolving into war. Not helping was the various pirates, bandits, and deserters from the Terran Sector's 'Warring States' pillaging and plundering wherever they wanted. The entire sector had fallen into anarchy, same as the Core.

You are an individual, trying to make their way amidst the climate of hope gone rotten. Old or young, man or woman, hero, villain, or somewhere in between, you have multiple options, many ways to make a living in this sector. But something is happening, something is happening that would shake things up soon...

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Note: This has been edited.

Okay, OOC time. What is this RP? Is this an Open World RP, or a Party-based Game, aka a game where the PCs are in one group?

Well, it used to be a mix of both. Players, at one time could start in multiple places, and have multiple plotlines, but there would still have been (and there still is) a central plot and a central antagonist, and the majority of players would be brought together into one side as the number of options shrink. However, due to the lack of players, it's now just a single-party RP like any other.

That means that the 'villain' faction, the Sphinx Domination (see below) is now locked to Players, unless they request special permission.

Suggestions for a profession in the game:

- Soldier or official of one of the factions.
- Bounty Hunter.
- Trader.
- Mercenary.
- Smuggler.
- Any combination of the above.

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Factions

1.) The Guild of Free and Fair Trade - Merchant-Adventurers who eschew Corporatism and the Corporate Structure, the Guild of Free and Fair Trade is an association of mostly honest men who seek to make an honest profit and improve lives with the power of trade. Wherever they go, the Guild builds schools, factories, roads, and spaceports, believing that helping the people of various worlds would end up profiting them in the long term. Of course, this activity would not go unopposed, so every Guild ship is heavily armed, and their transports are capable of bearing armies as much as cargo. Powerful, but not interested in conquering the whole of the Sector; they're not a Government.

Further Clarifications: As mentioned The Guild are not MegaCorps; they are an association of Mayors and Merchants who band together for mutual benefit. They follow the original tenets of Adam Smith, which abhor business domination and monopolies as being against the 'Enlightened Self-Interest' he so promotes. Not merely that, but they also provide food, education, and healthcare to their people because said people all work for them directly or indirectly. Despite this, the Guild finds being called a Government or Corporation an insult, and their leaders are not permitted any title other than 'Mayor' or 'Trader'.

2.) The Sphinx Domination - People who believe that Humanity's reliance on technology (Virtual Intelligences and the like; technology lower than that is permitted) should be kept to a minimum, even if it means that there is no alternative to ancient practices like slavery. Whenever they need the services that sophisticated computers bring, they use human brains removed from their bodies instead, when they need industrial produce or mining materials, they use human labor, no matter how inefficient. Despite this, their military, staffed by fanatical troops, is one of the strongest in the Sector...

Further Clarifications: The Sphinx Domination are not total Luddites, any more than the Imperium of Man from W40k are. They merely have no Virtual Intelligences, and only 2010s levels of automation. They also have computers equivalent to ours called Datapads (after Warhammer 40k's stuff). Not merely that, but their military technology does include Railguns with analog control, Lasers, Plasma Guns, and even Analog-controlled Power Armor.

3.) The Society of Steel - An army of cyborgs who believe that humanity should merge with machines to be more than themselves, the Society of Steel are the most advanced force in the sector, but also the smallest. Holding a relatively small section of space, the SoS can punch above their weight in offensive action, but are not good at defense. The Sphinx Domination hates them, but the two factions, in the absence of Advanced AI, both use human brains detached from their bodies in order to navigate their ships, although the Society of Steel sees this as a reward, while the Sphinx sees it as a punishment.

4.) The Gardeners of Gimloe - Expert terraformers, the Gardeners of Gimloe are a group of Techno-Hippies who use advanced 'green' technology in order to terraform worlds and fill them with life, which they guard jealously. Also a small force, the Gardners have less to worry about defense than the Society of Steel, as they can bolster their ranks with biological creations, which, though non-sapient, are still cunning and ferocious enough to be deadly. Ironically, the Society of Steel doesn't oppose this, as they regard biological improvement as the other side of the coin from their technological improvement. The Sphinx, however, opposes them, while the Gardeners themselves oppose the Guild as 'defiling' their worlds...

Custom factions are permitted, as long as they're only half as strong as the above four factions and below!

Tech Level

Tech Level is Mass Effect except that 1.) FTL depends on Wormholes, meaning that it's faster than in ME; you can easily colonize a hundred planets with enough people and ships, and 2.) True AI are impossible. Virtual Intelligences (VIs), yes. Androids, no. If you really need an Advanced AI, join the Sphinx or Society of Steel and have a Brain in a Jar.

Edit: No Psychics/Telepaths/Biotics/Jedi Either!

Edit 2: Clones and artificial monsters are allowed; but attempting to alter babies in the womb automatically fails; biological transhumanism is limited to gene mods for adults.

Places

New Amsterdam - The Capital Planet of the Guild of Free and Fair Trade, it is the most urbanized world in the sector, where almost everyone has work provided by the Guild, and is paid fairly. Of course, 'urbanized' is a relative term; there is still plenty of unused land.

Sphinx Prime - A tropical world brimming with factories, mines, and logging camps, Sphinx Prime is a deadly planet deliberately kept that way in order to train the ferocious warriors of the Sphinx Domination, with large portions of the jungles being designated as 'off-limits' to industrial development or settlement.

Terra Nova - A world with a wide variety of biomes, it is the crowning achievement of the Gardeners, containing lifeforms from Earth and many other worlds living together in a functional ecosystem. This is their most populous world, and their capital, and acts as a source for most of the life used in their terraforming actions.

Core World 00 - The first, and most important world in the Society, it has the largest, most advanced planet-wide neural network and can direct their fleets from here if need be, though the conciderable lag that would be inherent in such a case would prevent direct control.

Vegas Station - A gigantic space station where members of all four main factions and countless minor factions can meet together in a neutral manner in order to gamble, lay around with courtesans, and do drugs. Basically, a den of sin, scum, and villainy. Ran by one 'Mr. Hut', which, yes, is based on both Mr. House and Jabba the Hutt.

Rules

1.) No godmodding, powerplaying, metagaming, etc. etc.
2.) Note, there will be sexual themes in this RP, but anything above nudity is forbidden, because I don't want us to get banned.
3.) No OOC feuding! If you must argue, be respectful. IC, meanwhile, you can hate each other as much as you like as long as it doesn't seep over to OOC.
4.) You can control NPCs when I explicitly say that you can control them.
5.) Please notify me if you will be gone longer than a few days, I myself will let you guys know if I will be gone.
6.) I reserve the right to kill off Custom Factions made by inactive Players, or fold them into a larger faction. Same for characters.

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Starting Faction:(If you're creating your own faction, please describe it here or in a separate post)
Skills:
Standard Equipment:
Bio:

Extra GMs (GMs NOT on the official list)

None yet.

[Letter Bee]

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[Letter Bee]

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[TheUnknowable]

My character so far

Name: Charles Harris
Age: 42
Appearance:
Starting Faction: The Guild of Free and Fair Trade
Skills: Trade, command, strategy, computer engineering
Standard Equipment: Personal starship
Bio: Born on New Amsterdam he started his own business as a young man, buying junk robots and rebuilding them. He eventually sold his company and invested the money in an off-world robotics manufacturer. When it was sold to a larger company ten years later he made a fortune, which he invested in building a mining and manufacturing colony in the Tyrias System.

He runs a mining operation in the Tyrias system, a place where a rouge planetoid hit a Mars sized planet in the Goldilocks zone of the star, creating a band of mineral-rich asteroids. His base is in the largest asteroid in the belt. There are three known wormholes in the system, though it is a fairly remote system, as the aren't well traveled and therefore more difficult to navigate.

[Letter Bee]

@TheUnknowable, Cool; Mention me when it's complete!

[TheUnknowable]

done@Letter Bee

[Letter Bee]

@TheUnknowable, Approved.

[LHG100]

Bountyhunter bloke I choose you:

Count Jericho

Name: Count Jack 'Jericho' Bannen

Age: 36

Appearance: Jack is an able-bodied individual with the elegant, defined features stereotypical of nobility. He is both graceful yet quick in general physical attitude, akin to a silky exterior hiding raw steel. He is universally well-groomed and often dons intimidating armor. His blonde hair and blue eyes as well make him an Aryan ideal overall, if perhaps a mocking one.

Starting Faction: If anything, Jack is aligned with the Guild of Free Trade as that way lies a good few of his old bosses, yet in all honesty he's a lone wolf. Of course, his current contractor is (Boomlover's guys, to be filled out later when he names them).

Skills: Jack is highly skilled in close combat and long-ranged shooting, quite able with his family's most treasured heirloom and high-caliber sniper weaponry. For maintenance of his own craft and equipment, he knows the basics of engineering, yet is incapable of repairing things from utter scratch. Finally, he is obviously accustomed to the realities of nobility, with the 'metagaming' and politicking implied.

Standard Equipment: Jack has access to various quality implements due to his connections and influence as both a bountyhunter and high-class gentleman. These include, but are not necessarily limited to;

'Black Knight'; a nearly unique custom spacecraft, triangular in shape and with three extra-large fusion generators. More specific information will be in a different section.

'Hunter-Tracker' Powered Armor; Jack is almost always wearing his individually-fitted light power armor. Assisting his movements with synthetic musculature, it massively enhances his endurance. While they also enhance his actual strength to a lesser extent, the motorized systems are primarily meant to capitalize on his ability to stay in the field for weeks with minimal rest. This is further enhanced by a small suite of medical injectors able to introduce pain killers, healing stimulants, and various other drugs. The suit also features mobility enhancement systems, such as zero-G capable maneuvering thrusters and an optional Heads Up Display with a simplified 3D rendition of his surroundings as seen by his suits' optics and other sensors. Finally, the suit is airtight, insulated, and is armored, if on the much lighter side.

'Judge' Submachine Gun/Machine Pistol The 'Judge' was based off of a generic, heavier pistol. While it's simply average in most respects, the asset that really sets it apart is the unique 'Block Switching' capability. Unlike most modern firearms, the 'Judge' has the capability to eject the ammunition block in the field with ease like gunpowder era "magazines". While ammunition is not a problem, the properties of each ammunition in the field is. The ability to swap the specific properties of the Judges' rounds gives Jericho an edge in nearly any gunfight, adding adaptability to his lighter weapons setup. Currently, the 'Judge' has access to standard kinetic, anti-armor, incendiary, sedative, and finally high explosive blocks.

The Bannen Blade While melee weapons are fairly unnecessary (to say the least) in today's time, they still have their uses. They can be quieter then guns in certain situations, and are simply intimidating. Not to mention, in Jack's case, it's a fairly decent weapon that few train against that requires no maintenance aside from the occasional sharpening, and simply has sentimental value to Jack. In any case, the 'Bannen Blade' as it's known for simplicity is a 'bastard sword' with a length of 130 centimeters. It has a visually interesting 'Wavey' blade that somewhat improves cutting potential, while being well balanced. Finally, it features a longer handle able to accommodate two hands at once if needed. Jack really wants to find a blacksmith with technological knowhow somewhere to give it a "modern edge" (pun intended), yet swordsmiths who know how to enhance a blade into a thermal, vibrating, or monomolecular one are obviously few and far between.

Bio: Born of noble blueblood, Jack was the middle child in a very large set of children, and in his youth was not particularly interesting in any one parameter. This cursed him to be ignored by his family members, which did not mesh well with his naturally troubled mindset. He eventually snapped when he reached of age, strangling his father and second eldest brother to unconsciousness and getting away with his few personal possessions, alongside a good fraction of the family fortune and their most prized heirloom: A venerable old sword used in some impossibly ancient war, a hand-and-a-half with a flame-like blade. On the run, he eventually found out he did have an unusual 'skill', the fact he didn't really mind his actions at all, and if anything wanted to do things like that more. Soon afterwards, he coerced 'someone who knew things' to clear his record, and used his remaining funds to acquire a bounty hunting license, equipment, and train himself.

For a TL:DR version, he's basically a fusion of an unwanted Batman and Jango Fett packing a big sword and Judge Dredd's gun who flies around a triangular UFO of a spaceship when needed. I'll edit in more info but what I got is the basic idea at least.

[Letter Bee]

@LHG100, Approved.

[ArenaSnow]

It appears I'll be packing the oldest character in the RP as of now.

[Letter Bee]

Bumping.

[souleaterfan320]

Name: Kain Sheffield

Age: 32

Appearance:



Starting Faction: None, is allied to many.

Skills: Diplomacy, Business, Close Quarters Combat, training with a multitude of firearms and ordnance. Can talk himself out of nearly any situation, and is just as good at manipulating people as he is talking to them. His cybernetic enhancements limit his pain receptors, and can handle about 700 pounds of force, and can put out 130 lbs of force per square inch with his heaviest punch.

Standard Equipment: a custom HAMMRCO .45 hand cannon with a ten round clip and a laser sight, a standard issue HAMMRCO bowie blade, and a personal Cruiser, company-owned.

Gun:

Knife:



Cruiser:



Bio:

He was born into a wealthy family within the cities of Core World-00 to a pair of humans named Lilly and James Sheffield, who were visiting the planet on business. his father owned HAMMRCO, a large arms developing company just shy of the edge of The Society Of Steel's outer limits, as the seclusion provided them with ample opportunity to test out weapons without the need to adhere to and specific group's standards.

Kain, around the age of eleven, decided that he wanted to be like his father, and began looking into business related magazines, and by the age of 25, had taken college classes to earn a master's degree in five different business and science related field. at the age of twenty seven, he took over his father's company, whom had fallen mysteriously, deathly ill.

Within a short five years, the company went galactic, serving and providing a little over 35 planets with weapons for many reasons, whether it to be quelling rebellions, helping rebels win wars, all just to assure their allegiance to his company for his well built weapons, and even the not so well put together ones, simply because it was better than the enemy that the customer had been dealing with. some say that after he took over his father's company, he became lost in power, and went on a conquest, putting to rest nearly all other arms companies except for his rival.

Soon after his 'conquest' ended, he became bored with his current state, and turned to the galactic superpowers for entertainment. he studied each one closely, particularly staying away from the Sphinx Domination. as he watched them bicker amongst themselves, he felt that war would soon break out, and with that war, and ample opportunity to make so many riches from their detriment. so, be began worming his way into politics serving as an adviser for Emperor Mark, Alan's father.

After serving as an adviser to Mark for five years, he resigned his position, as he wished to further his business interests. he had made several 'friends' during this time, throughout the factions. although he didn't particularly fit in any of them as he believed in a capitalistic dictatorship way of life, he created a business following getting his hands into the food producing business, cloth producing ones, and technology producing ones. soon, there wouldn't be a thing he couldn't touch. unfortunately, the larger galactic powers stood in his way, particularly the Sphinx Domination and the Guild of Free Trade. so, he began supplying both with an incredible stock of weaponry.

[LeoricAquila]

Reserved

[Hawlin]

Name: Ahnciel '074'
Age: appears 16-17 (20ish)

Appearance

Ahnciel stands at roughly 4'10 clad in a hooded coat which sports sections for bunny ears. The coat itself comes down to his knees. The coat is cut to the shoulder on the right arm where a porcelain-esque plasteel prosthetic works from. Questionable for its function and even moreso for its infliction on morale, Ahnciel is almost always clad in a gas mask and long black gloves that feed about up to his elbows in his sleeves. 'Standard attire' has him in tightly fitting jeans or a jumpsuit of various color, though he insists on it being hooded and accompanying his gas mask. Due to the shape of his feet, boots are either tailor made or sport unfittingly high-heeled boots which the heel is later broken off of.

Full Idea

Starting Faction

The Rebellion of Thirteen Winters

The Collective Fleet of Thirteen winters

The entirety the faction, all stemmed from the liberation from Triganavia.
Triganavia is where it all began; Initially, a facility orbiting Venus was responsible for offering to solve food crises as well as grafting vanity by genetically engineering human-animal hybrids as livestock. Coupled with advancing technology, it was quite lucrative and simple to make the clones until the idea came to try to manipulate the code to make different kinds of clones for other purposes. Labor, soldiers, the like. In the process of giving a few subjects sentient capabilities, there were a plethora of morality issues within the staff. It only took a few instances of trying to help the subjugated creations before they rose up, learning to play dumb until given the opportunity to attack.
After the facility fell, transport ships were used as trojan horses of sorts to wander about the solar system and engaging in pirate-esque doings to gradually build onto their 'fleet' with newly hijacked ships. The code for their own creation in their hands, they made creatures designed to run the flotilla's functions. The beasts are made without grace or finesse and are often highly unstable...when they work.
his "Fleet of Thirteen Winters" is savage and occasionally splits to cover more area as well as evade total destruction since very few of the 'Creatures of the Legion' are skilled pilots, making them fairly easy picking for civil defense where numbers fail them. Contact usually ends poorly due to their profound distaste for humanity and bouts of self-righteousness. However, successful diplomacy has been made in small instances usually in the ways of slave trade and the exchange of technology and other elicit activities such as smuggling. Whatever they can do to keep afloat.

The patrons of the Legion are small humanoid variants called 'Lapin' who stand around 5ft tall on average though sport antlers and rabbit ears/tail. The original products of Triganavia, they are stable but few. They serve as the face, mind and soul of the legion since the rest mostly consist of horrific genetic abominations of questionable intelligence and sanity. Often soft spoken and willing to talk rather than fight, they are the oldest of the variants and understand the need to survive at any cost. However, the Legion is mostly known from the end of the abominations who serve as vicious, expendable soldiers who've been responsible for numerous grizzly boarding parties and occasional demonic effigies left painting the walls of smaller ships. Left as warnings or to denote territory, its widely unclear why they do it...or if they were simply taught to do it and do so, instinctively.

The lapin have a slight bioluminescence to their hair which is normally white with amber, blue or greenish hues and eyes for reasons that were ideal when they were originally created. Being small and glowing in the dark made it nearly impossible to hide from or fight their scientist keepers back on Venus. The newest versions tote sharp upper and lower k9s as weapons in a pinch, though they are the most disciplined when it comes to marksmanship and swordplay. Lapin are almost never seen as the crew of the ships they run defend them with ferocious conditioned devotion.

Politics differ greatly from one section to the next.

The Spire

The capitol of the Fleet. The pride and joy of all those still sane enough to know they're free. Ran tightly by the Lapin, the Spire is a fixed up Sol Flagship that was pieced back together numerous times with various expansions. While it may not be the fastest ship in the sea, you'd best answer the hails since the Lapin since they're highly distrusting and paranoid. They'll trade, but have no use for money and hate having their time wasted. Arrogant little creatures, the Lapin would rather overcome their problems and 'benevolently' offer help where its begged for than ever ask for aid. Their pride is as tough as the Spire's hull and intuition keen like a razor. If pirates had a uniform government, this would be its capitol.
This capitol, adrift and a legend whispered by the perceived psychologically unsound, host to the 'Nightmare Machine' where the twisted aspirations of all that the shadow of the word 'Hate' can cast itself upon. The Spire is the main factory for the Fleet's workforce, the abominations.

The Legion of Abominations

At some point, the genetic code to produce undefined unstable horrors was made to make them more intelligent. The idea was that they'd be more aware and considering of their value. Instead, the monsters of the Legion realized the Lapin assigned to govern them in their away parties had been giving them the raw deal. Their handlers are used as figureheads while the Legion of beasts wage unholy piracy upon most they encounter, taking over ships and steering them back to the capitol for later collection and dismantling. As beneficial as this is for the capitol, the Legion is met with nothing but shame for their actions, as all that humanity has to base the Fleet on is the barbaric horrors brought about by insane monsters of various shapes and sizes. A check in the mail to remind the Fleet of all of their mistakes while their kin suffer as slaves.
The Legion is volatile and inherently hostile to humanity. They would size up targets before striking, but are not above blind aggression, even against insurmountable odds.

The Agent Errant: 'No Sky to Dark'

Every society has their secrets, even the newest of them. 'No Sky to Dark' is a peace keeping crew of the Fleet that openly boasts their colors: A black hull with a white underside and a thin strip of red and green around its center. A mark of a crow skull is painted in a tribal manner on its wings. 'No Sky to Dark' is a compact frigate that serves to hunt down rampant Legion ships that no longer answer to the Fleet's directive. As all abominations will eventually spiral into discord, the effort must be made to clean up mistakes. This frigate is jury-rigged with a tether mine (a trap to misalign ships' navigation and magnetically spiral), two long range flack cannons as well as two chambers for short-range drill-torpedos to cut through hulls and kill crew on a pass for the sake of salvaging their target. Standard weaponry includes a single experimental gauss cannon on a 180 degree backward swivel to cut through weaponry and hull after a pass.
Rudimentary and esoteric in its design and tactics, No Sky to Dark has peaceful rules-of-engagement in regards to humanity, since its primary mission is to undo the Fleet's mistakes...violently. However, its solid crew of Lapin do not tolerate interference. Interlopers into its affairs are certain to receive uncolorful and aggressive questionings on the behalf of one 'Commander Aarkenhan 131 Nyvaal'.
"No Sky" is the most advanced and properly manned/armed/nimble of the Fleet of Thirteen winters. For its size, it is easily a palpable threat with a singular mission. For all of the animosity that the Fleet has towards humanity, No Sky is its best attempt at an apology: an olive branch in one hand and a revolver in the other.

Skills:
- Advanced biomechanical background: machines all have working parts and anatomy is no different. The pluming may change as well as the parts, but taking something apart will certainly give reference to put something back to gether...right?

-Scientific backwards-engineering: Does the working version work? Does math and science explain how it works? Do we have the material and means to replicate the technology's function? I can give you the most compelling eighty-seven percent certainty that you'll ever know. If not, I will make it work!

-Diminutive stature: Where others may be large and imposing, all Lapin are trained to take down larger targets. None of the Fleet's patrons are fully unarmed, and all fight with a makeshift martial arts which is often hit or miss in its potency. Beyond this, the Lapin are more keen on hiding and running than combat; because of this, the warriors of their breed are all the more imposing. The Lapin are trained in free running and stealth takedowns but suffer heavily in actual hand-to-hand combat without the element of surprise. Ahnciel is poorly trained and/or experienced with projectile armaments.

Starting Equipment: An oversized space suit equipped with 12-18 hours of air.
Apollo-Archetype "HexTech" prosthetic arm: Full capabilities of a normal arm as well as a chargeable pulse rifle which charges off of UV light. The blasts bombard targets with condensed UV energy, roasting biological material while leaving technology mostly untouched.
(Subject to change)

Bio: Ahnciel is number 74 of the most recent batch produced by Triganavia before its fall. His existence began more like the rest of his kind with harsh cognitive conditioning to understand anatomy as well as engineering, this has led to a strangely unfair confusion between the two at times, though mostly in the anatomy department.
With the establishment of the Spire, due to the lack of personnel, Ahnciel was mostly responsible for functioning with the team that collectively combined the flagship's control to a central point. While he is knowledgeable of all of the Spire's weak points, it will take quite a bit to get him to talk about it.
Ahnciel was eventually sent off with a small section of the flotilla on a 'reclamation excursion' which ended with the abomination crew going rogue half way into their mission. Frequently beaten and abused, his existence hinged on his usefulness in a particular project with reverse-manufacturing a gauss cannon from a frigate which had cost his section considerable losses. The thought was that his success would make value from the loss...that was until 'No Sky' came to knock.
The technology wasn't yet done and the nameless ship Ahnciel stood as a prisoner to was woefully unequipped to deal with the superior armamentarium that later corrected the damages done to the science officer. The loss of one of his arms and most of his skin repaid, he was loaded as a gift into an otherwise stripped military fighter before being launched deep into the human territory of the Eliza sector with the hope of their cooperation for the sake of transhumanic diplomacy. There are bigger threats on the horizon, and Ahnciel greatly resents the part he was forced to play

[FantasyChic]

Reserved.

[Letter Bee]

@LeoricAquila, @FantasyChic, @souleaterfan320, tell me when those 'reserved' pages are filled up! I can sometimes be neglectful.

[LeoricAquila]

@Letter Bee dont worty. Ill pester you in chat

[Letter Bee]

@Letter Bee dont worty. Ill pester you in chat

@LeoricAquila

I only appear sporadically in chat.

[LeoricAquila]

@Letter Bee then ill mention you a lot

[Letter Bee]

@Letter Bee then ill mention you a lot

@LeoricAquila

Thanks!