Trinity had her gaze turned to the room as she strummed her harp, though her attention was turned as someone approached and spoke to her. "Oh! Ah, no, there's nothing I really need. I'm just here by chance, it seems. I followed that guy in after seeing someone commit senseless tree violence outside." She points to Damian. "I'd make a bigger deal out of him for him ignoring me so completely earlier, but from the sounds of it..." the woman's body shifts and she leans closer, "he has more important things to worry about. Right?"
She sits up straight again, turning and leaning back against the table. She leans her body against the table, and props herself on her elbow to hold her harp, and she continues strumming pleasantly. "But, hey. Actually, you could help me a little bit. I'm not from around here, so maybe you could fill me in a little on... current events?"
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I'm a generally chill gomboblin that can be kinda particular. I grew up with plenty of electronics and video games, mostly with games like Final Fantasy, Zelda, and StarCraft. Lots of Nintendo. Dark Cloud is pretty sick. That's a lot of variety, and I do like to play a lot of different games. I like to blend magic and technology in my writing, bringing fantasy into space and sci-fi.
Magic in space is something that I find isn't done very much. Airships and spaceships could make for some cool centerpieces. Skies of Arcadia did a fantastic job of this. Perhaps that's not in space, exactly, but it's pretty close. Some of those ships may as well be space ships.
Magic in space is something that I find isn't done very much. Airships and spaceships could make for some cool centerpieces. Skies of Arcadia did a fantastic job of this. Perhaps that's not in space, exactly, but it's pretty close. Some of those ships may as well be space ships.
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"Uwooaaa, outright ignored." Trinity watched the man storm off after the previous man while plucking a few notes off of her harp. She should probably follow him.
She managed to slip in behind Damian and close the door, looking around the place before starting to investigate on her own. Everyone else seemed occupied. If not, she was sure they'd find her of their own accord. With luck, she'd be able to find her way behind the counter and get herself a drink. Though, as mischievous as she'd like to be, there's no one to pull her out of trouble, so perhaps she shouldn't look for it.
In the end, the young lady finds herself a seat and changes out for a standing harp. She plays lightly, trying to blend in with the atmosphere.
She managed to slip in behind Damian and close the door, looking around the place before starting to investigate on her own. Everyone else seemed occupied. If not, she was sure they'd find her of their own accord. With luck, she'd be able to find her way behind the counter and get herself a drink. Though, as mischievous as she'd like to be, there's no one to pull her out of trouble, so perhaps she shouldn't look for it.
In the end, the young lady finds herself a seat and changes out for a standing harp. She plays lightly, trying to blend in with the atmosphere.
I... can work with this.
Mmm, I gotcha. I've had those, on occasion. Some recreational things in there, too, I hope.
A wandering mage playing a bow harp gently scolds you, how do you respond? >:3
A wandering mage playing a bow harp gently scolds you, how do you respond? >:3
Not even any OOC activity, dang yo. What's everyone been up to?
An explosion woke her.
I... hope that wasn't my alarm. Well, she was alert now. It didn't sound like it came from her bedroom. More like... the window. She sat up from the couch she had fallen asleep at, watching Kung-Fu flicks, and rose to cross to the window. She pushed the drapes aside and gasped at what she saw. The building across the street... She steps away from the window before running to get the things she needs and go. Luckily, she had packed the night before, too. She makes sure to grab a crystal tied securely with a special cable, using special knots. She grabs a backpack of clothes and things, and slips on hard light skate projectors over her shoes as she hops out the door.
She races to the parking garage and gets her vehicle started just in time. It disengages from the hangar structure and floats out as Terra gets situated in the driver's seat. She's busy setting her communications equipment to emergency frequencies and known military frequencies. She's late... she may be missing orders. She needs to-
"- of the Exeralune speaking. Am I on? Yes?"
Blah blah blah. Okay, so someone was-
"...battle stations... not a drill..."
The woman slumped forward to head her head against the piloting wheel, but her attention was quickly brought back to her objective as another bombardment round hit her apartment. Her destination was set to go and she floored it. The little craft zipped down the pre-mapped flight routes, though... She looked up at the sky just in time to see something coming. She engages a protocol override and jerks the feel clear of another shot.
Who drives legally anyway?
She flew through holes in buildings that didn't used to be there and other such things, making a beeline for the hangar. Then something exploded above her, as she was coming up on the base. And then something winged her, sending her craft into a wild spin. She made preparations and ejected before crashing, throwing her through the air. The parachute in her seat deploys and softens her momentum before she hits the ground. Her hard light skates flickered to life and the buckle on her seat was undone, and she dropped away from the speeding seat as it neared the ground. She drops on a slope in a careful crouch, picking up speed before she hurtled into the hangar.
Since then, she's been working hard on board the ship, trying to ignore the chaos outside as she tends to communications equipment. Ignore the fact her car was totalled while she was blatantly ignoring driving regulations. Ignore the fact all her belongings were destroyed. Ignore the fact that the city is being attacked. She had to work right now.
And she had to do some repairs to the exterior antenna, too. Looks like something hit when it busted through the ceiling. She was doing that when the first shots were fired. Repairs were finished in a hurry before she ducked inside a nearby maintenance hatch, scrambling to the corridor below. It was the same hatch she had used to get up there in the first place. She found herself leaned up against a wall, clutching her Aevan Imprinted Crystal. The one thing she couldn't replace... it was a very important gift.
She moved to get up but found herself flinching. She'd... been shot. Winged in the shoulder. "Gotta get to medbay." She leans herself up against a wall and tries to hold her shoulder as still as possible. "... Where was medbay?" Well... she wasn't going to find it by standing around here. First thing to do was to leave the maintenance cooridors. She had to wonder who she'd run into, stumbling out of a maintenance corridor with a gunshot. Hopefully she'd run into someone.
I... hope that wasn't my alarm. Well, she was alert now. It didn't sound like it came from her bedroom. More like... the window. She sat up from the couch she had fallen asleep at, watching Kung-Fu flicks, and rose to cross to the window. She pushed the drapes aside and gasped at what she saw. The building across the street... She steps away from the window before running to get the things she needs and go. Luckily, she had packed the night before, too. She makes sure to grab a crystal tied securely with a special cable, using special knots. She grabs a backpack of clothes and things, and slips on hard light skate projectors over her shoes as she hops out the door.
She races to the parking garage and gets her vehicle started just in time. It disengages from the hangar structure and floats out as Terra gets situated in the driver's seat. She's busy setting her communications equipment to emergency frequencies and known military frequencies. She's late... she may be missing orders. She needs to-
"- of the Exeralune speaking. Am I on? Yes?"
Blah blah blah. Okay, so someone was-
"...battle stations... not a drill..."
The woman slumped forward to head her head against the piloting wheel, but her attention was quickly brought back to her objective as another bombardment round hit her apartment. Her destination was set to go and she floored it. The little craft zipped down the pre-mapped flight routes, though... She looked up at the sky just in time to see something coming. She engages a protocol override and jerks the feel clear of another shot.
Who drives legally anyway?
She flew through holes in buildings that didn't used to be there and other such things, making a beeline for the hangar. Then something exploded above her, as she was coming up on the base. And then something winged her, sending her craft into a wild spin. She made preparations and ejected before crashing, throwing her through the air. The parachute in her seat deploys and softens her momentum before she hits the ground. Her hard light skates flickered to life and the buckle on her seat was undone, and she dropped away from the speeding seat as it neared the ground. She drops on a slope in a careful crouch, picking up speed before she hurtled into the hangar.
Since then, she's been working hard on board the ship, trying to ignore the chaos outside as she tends to communications equipment. Ignore the fact her car was totalled while she was blatantly ignoring driving regulations. Ignore the fact all her belongings were destroyed. Ignore the fact that the city is being attacked. She had to work right now.
And she had to do some repairs to the exterior antenna, too. Looks like something hit when it busted through the ceiling. She was doing that when the first shots were fired. Repairs were finished in a hurry before she ducked inside a nearby maintenance hatch, scrambling to the corridor below. It was the same hatch she had used to get up there in the first place. She found herself leaned up against a wall, clutching her Aevan Imprinted Crystal. The one thing she couldn't replace... it was a very important gift.
She moved to get up but found herself flinching. She'd... been shot. Winged in the shoulder. "Gotta get to medbay." She leans herself up against a wall and tries to hold her shoulder as still as possible. "... Where was medbay?" Well... she wasn't going to find it by standing around here. First thing to do was to leave the maintenance cooridors. She had to wonder who she'd run into, stumbling out of a maintenance corridor with a gunshot. Hopefully she'd run into someone.
Trinity was strolling through the city, plucking her bow harp as she walked. It was something she did so she wouldn't be bored, playing the song she finds in her surroundings. Sometimes, the proper instrument was a little... cumbersome, though...
All that aside, the young lady is distracted when a tree gets chopped down, and then someone storms inside a building. He'd been in the tree before, too. She indulges her curiosity and wanders onto the grounds, approaching the fallen tree and then looking to the person next to her. She assumes he cut it.
"Y'know... trees are living, too." It wasn't like she ran around hugging them or anything, but still...
All that aside, the young lady is distracted when a tree gets chopped down, and then someone storms inside a building. He'd been in the tree before, too. She indulges her curiosity and wanders onto the grounds, approaching the fallen tree and then looking to the person next to her. She assumes he cut it.
"Y'know... trees are living, too." It wasn't like she ran around hugging them or anything, but still...
That's the lady fighter from Disgaea.
Name: Terra Straight
Age: 48
Gender: Female
Race: Selva
Homeworld: Somewhere
Position: Technician (communications)
Personality: A calm woman who enjoys physical activity in her spare time, particularly martial arts. She's a buff on ancient martial art films, actually...
Appearance: Terra stands at about 5'10" and has white hair she's dyed green. It matches the emerald color of her eyes. She has a defined face with notably pointed ears, almost triangular.
Have we met before?
Abilities: Skilled with earth and metal magic, good at working with old technology. It comes with her hobby...
Equipment: P.ersonal H.andheld C.omputer, Taser, tools for working on technology stuff.
Biography: Recently, Terra came into the possession of an Aeva Imprinted Crystal. She's been meditating with it, but has so far had no success. WIP
Age: 48
Gender: Female
Race: Selva
Homeworld: Somewhere
Position: Technician (communications)
Personality: A calm woman who enjoys physical activity in her spare time, particularly martial arts. She's a buff on ancient martial art films, actually...
Appearance: Terra stands at about 5'10" and has white hair she's dyed green. It matches the emerald color of her eyes. She has a defined face with notably pointed ears, almost triangular.
Have we met before?
Abilities: Skilled with earth and metal magic, good at working with old technology. It comes with her hobby...
Equipment: P.ersonal H.andheld C.omputer, Taser, tools for working on technology stuff.
Biography: Recently, Terra came into the possession of an Aeva Imprinted Crystal. She's been meditating with it, but has so far had no success. WIP
She probably uses Requip... mostly as a way to carry musical instruments.
She's a wandering minstrel from Minstrel.
She's a wandering minstrel from Minstrel.
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