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Current First post after nearly a month of inactivity. Here's hoping I can get back into a good post routine before long.
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8 mos ago
“Just put on anything by Enya. No, not anything. 'Orinoco Flow.' On repeat.”
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10 mos ago
Managed to burn both my thumbs and index fingers pulling a tray of cookies out of the oven. I trusted you, oven mitts, and you betrayed me.
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11 mos ago
Thanks to having to move earlier this year, I finally get to experience snow for the first time since my early childhood. It's absolutely wonderful :)
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1 yr ago
RP’s that amass a good player base and have a good start only to suddenly die are why I have trust issues.
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As the team sat (or paced in Robert’s case) waiting in the back, Trad opted to pass the time with one last equipment check. First he tested his shield, expanding and collapsing it a few times to make sure all the parts moved smoothly. Once he was satisfied he switched to his sword and continued the process, as well as checking his sights and clips. He wanted to make sure they were ready for anything. Last thing they needed was a repeat of what happened right out of the gate last mission.

After he completed his gear check, he joined in the others in anxious silence. His mind no longer distracted began making up scenarios in which things could go wrong. Luckily that wouldn’t last long as they were suddenly alerted to over sixty Nevermores approaching. Wow. Either they were giving off lots of negative emotions, or they picked a bad flight path. Either way, Trad stood up and immediately equipped his shield while changing Gram into its rifle mode.

Sand momentarily split from the group, but came back just as quickly with some new hardware for her and Violet. Already thinking ahead of the fight. There was a reason Sand was put in as the team’s new leader. After they entered the elevator and Sand explained her plan, Robert requested that Trad kick things off with a “cool one liner”.

“Wait, when did I become the one liner guy?” Trad asked. ”Uhh, looks like we’re having chicken for our on flight meal… No that was terrible." Trad dismissed his attempt at wit and scratched the back of his neck trying to think of something else. “Why don’t you come back to me in a few minutes and I’ll have something else.”

@Crimmy@Lazo@Abillioncats@Guess Who
Sid Lofton




“So it was one of these dreams, eh?” Sid thought to himself as he fell endlessly through the sky. He’d had dreams like this before back in the day. A common nightmare really; being pushed off the ship and falling to what would seem to be his death only to awake just as he entered the fog. This time, however, there was no fog, or ship for that matter. It was just the sky and a voice in the back of his head.

Before he could analyze anything further, the source of the voice made itself known. The bound dragon appeared before him and began asking questions. Questions Sid felt compelled to answer with the full truth.

The Dragon opened with a statement about destiny, and warning of the conflict to come. This brought a smirk to Sid’s face. “I'm quite familiar with conflict. If more is on it’s way then bring it on!” He replied without hesitation.

Then came the first question. What will he do with those destined to fight with him? “Heh, a pirates gotta have a crew, don’t he?” He asked back looking to the figures falling with him, “And I think I've gone too long without one.”

It wasn’t until the third question that Sid lost his smile. The dragon spoke of failure. More accurately, that he already had. “That...That wasn't my fault! I wanted to fight but she…” the words caught in his throat. He couldn’t finish the sentence, but could tell the dragon already knew what he was going to say.

The final question came. What was his drive? Why did he keep going when he had already lost everything? The answer was simple. “They gave everything for me.” Sid said through gritted teeth holding back tears. “I won't let their deaths be in vain. I won’t their dreams die too!”

With that final statement, the world went dark, and the dream ended.



Sid’s mind snapped back to reality. He felt like he had just come out of sleep, but in truth he was wide awake. The wind rushing past him as he ran must have been what sent him back to that dream. As the plumes of smoke came closer into view, began to wonder why that dream was still sticking with him? It was only a dream after all. It didn’t really mean anything, did it?

Whatever. Prophetic vision or not, Sid had a job to do. Those people in the village he’d been staying at had been practically robbed by that tax collector before the pirate drove him and his hired thugs off. They would need some help getting back on their feet, and a large shipment of Zweite goods could do just that. And hey, if he managed to make a few coins in the process then what’s the harm?

Soon the endless view of trees obscuring the ship gave way to the full wreckage. At first glance Sid sumized no one could have survived such an impact, but he wasn’t too worried about the crew. It was the goods aboard he cared for. Unless heavily secured any valuables would be damaged or worse. Only one way to find out for sure. Climbing quickly to the deck, Sid boarded the beached ship just in time to catch another Erune run inside the cockpit. Competition, eh? Well he picked a poor place to start. Everyone knows the best stuff is kept inside the ship.

Without another thought, Sid kicked open the hatch that lead below deck and jumped down. Instead of riches or other cargo, the swashbuckler found himself among a good number of bodies. At least, he assumed they were, but in reality most were simply unconscious. No doubt placed in that state from the crash they just experienced. Scanning the room, Sid began questioning what kind of ship this was. There were almost no guards and none of the present company had been restrained. Was this a stolen ship?

As he sat there wracking his brain over what had transpired here, Sid heard a voice coming from the edge of the room. A closer look revealed a draph man waking up a human soldier an a fellow erune but of the tailed variety. Just his luck. Seemed Sid wouldn’t have to play twenty questions with himself after all. He could just get the answers from them.

“Well ahoy there.” Sid called out casually strolling towards the three. “You lot seem to have had an awful landing. Now normally I’d be robbing the Zweite blind, but something tells me the colors on this ship don’t reflect the crew. Of course, I’ve been wrong before.” He spoke the last part looking directly at the soldier clad in recognizable crimson armor while placing his hand on his kusarigama. ”So tell me. Is this ship yours, or are you ‘borrowing’ it?”

@Guess Who@Suku@The Irish Tree

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Overall a really cool, nice character. I don't have any complaints, save for that if he IS Erune, since the picture doesn't show it, you should say what his ears resemble. Erunes can vary between Cats, Foxes, Dogs...even monkeys sometimes. For some reason. But pretty much any furred mammal is fair game. Pending that very minor nitpick, he's completely fine, and good to go.

Apologies, but you might have to wait a bit to post in the IC since the escape scene is still going on. I'm going to move everybody to the first island in my next post, which should be up by tonight.


Sounds good! I'll add the ears and toss him into the Character tab then sit on stand by :)


@The Irish Tree
Took a bit longer than expected thanks to my internet taking the day off, but it's finally done. Let me know if anything needs to be fixed or changed and I'll get right to it!
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One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us.


Oh great. I joined another cult. *sigh* I hope there's at least refreshments.
Y'all got room for one more?


Upon entering the Atlesian transport, the team was greeted by a woman who very well could have been a flamingo faunus. While not normally one to care about others fashion, Trad nearly did a double take upon seeing the vibrant pink lady who was supposedly an Atlas inspector. It was times like these he was glad Sand was their leader as she was able to speak up and introduce herself and everyone else without showing even a hint of astonishment.

After Sand asked if there was anything else they should know, Trad was able to snap out of his momentary state of surprise and quickly compose himself. They were on a mission after all. Even though he agreed to it solely based on how basic and routine it seemed compared to their last mission, he still needed to treat it as serious as any other.

Although that would prove to be a challenge in and of itself. As Miss Aristeas nonchalantly mentioned the facility’s acronym, Trad’s eyes once again widened in dumbfoundedness. ICE CREAM? Really? Between that and the human stick of cotton candy in front of them, Trad was starting to wonder if there was some sort of dessert trend going on in Atlas Sand didn’t warn them about.

@Crimmy@Lazo@Abillioncats@Guess Who
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