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Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Trinity Stratos
Phoenix Wing Guild Hall - The Bar

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@Sanguine Rose@MarshiestMallow

"Yeah." She was done playing with Rajah, alright. Or talking to most people. When Jarvis passed her drink to her, she took just a moment to appreciate it. Jarvis, as she should have expected, noticed her mood almost immediately, something she figured he must have picked up from Jamie, if he wasn't sharp beforehand. Neil and Mark were both quick to follow up, she was really lucky to have met them. Mark even set his drink down before taking the sip he wanted. No brushing it off now. There was a large splash of water from behind her, and she thought of Karn immediately, but, no. Eddy would take care of him, she should speak.

Trinity knew it wasn't just Brianna's sword that upset her, even though that's what set her off. She almost wanted to, but she shouldn't blame them. Entirely. A sip of her drink, a brief hesitation as she decided how to start, a breath to calm herself, "you know I don't come around the guild much anymore," haven't for a while. She looked at her teammates, "if I'm not with you guys, I usually just end up feeling frustrated and out of place." She took another sip and then clasped it between her hands to await the next, atop the counter. "I feel like I can't really do anything anymore, compared to everyone else. I know that's not true, I'm not useless, but... It's hard not to feel that way when I'm surrounded by mages who make my current abilities look like parlor tricks." She glowered into her drink, "_{and then I can't even defend myself against a damn telepath without a boost... Stupid sword.}" She took a swig, letting the flavor fill her mouth and distract her from the surge of magic "noise" behind her. "Wonderful as always, Jarvis. Thank you." Even if it hadn't been alcohol, having a drink helped her to talk. She'd been keeping to herself for so long, her team was so supportive. She'd asked Neil for his help in her personal quest, but she hadn't really confided in them much, yet, beyond that. This aspect of her frustration had been all her own, because she had been worried her teammates would think they made her feel that way, too.

The musician stared into her drink for a moment longer before taking another sip and swirling it idly after, "Jasmine didn't like my collar joke on Rajah, either. Made her mad, I think... And I can't even play Big Band anymoooore," she slumped forward onto the counter top with her arms stretched out in front of her, careful not to spill her drink. She made sure her glass wound up next to her head, and formed a glowing white straw over about five seconds, from the soft light of the guild hall. She didn't feel like needing to pick her head up to drink it. "'s too many instruments ...sucks..."

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Actually, I'd better not. Y'all have fun, now, ya hear

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Regan Hadou
Wolven Pyre Guild Hall

@Cello@Lunarlord34@Raijinslayer

They stopped just outside the hall. Someone else had gone in just before them, and yet another soul approached them directly. There was... Something about her, Regan couldn't quite put her finger on it. The forced smile was her first tip, but that could have just been Bullet being obstinate. She couldn't put her finger on it any more than that. Maybe she seemed... Heavy? Careful how you say that, though.

Bullet spat some sharp words at Regan's new acquaintance, even as he retreated into the guild hall, "now, that's no way to repay the concern of this lovely young lady..." Regan watched the door only briefly, before bringing her attention back to the woman in question, "miss Manami, the pleasure is mine." Regan gave a bow, and as she did, she softly picked Manami's free hand and ever so gently kissed the back of it, "Regan Hadou." She gingerly returned the hand whence it came, and straightened. "Not at your service, unfortunately. Zhulie had been so gracious as to give me a tour, so we will have to become acquainted another time. Unless you'd join us?" She gave a coy wave with her fingers as she turned to go inside with Zhulie.

On the way to the kitchen, she sat Bullet getting chewed out just a little. Poor, stubborn fool. In the kitchen, they were greeted by who Regan could only guess was the head chef. Though, somehow, things didn't feel so formal as that. "Regan," she offered, in response to Zhulie's introduction. She carefully accepted the cookie Olga gave her, taking in the aroma and considering what she'd just been told about this particular cookie. "Yes, I can tell by the scent. It will be delicious. Thank you." She gave a gentle bow before considering the cookie, "my beloved, huh…?"

She considered that idea for a moment before Zhulie caught her attention, with a cook book. Looking it over, it became apparent what the lass wanted. Sweets! "Hmm…" Regan paged through the book, looking for something that wasn't there. This was their recipe book, they could make things from it wherever. No, no, this was an opportunity to cook something from without the book and give them something special!

"Hmmm…" she reached the end of the book and closed it, turning to Zhulie and smiling, "have you ever had a souffle? I didn't see it in the recipe book, let's make some. We'll need eggs, milk, butter, flour… salt… And cream of tartar. And then, for the filling, I do not expect you to have~..." She held her hand out over the counter and grabbed vanilla pudding from her requip, "vanilla pudding," and put it down on the counter. "For everything else, you'll have to show me. Oh, we're making for…" she went and poked her head out if the kitchen for a head count. "Eight, so double… Eh, triple it. Make extra," striding back in, "ninety mil butter and flour, seven salt, six...ehh… five-fifty milk, a whole twelve eggs and four mil cream of tartar. We'll need to separate the yolks, have you done that before?"

Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns

"Rright, yeah, you told me that part." Just political opinion? Man, she knew the Feds were upright, but this was something else. Serenity ordered a breakfast with some french toast and bacon. Paid the price for what, wanting decent policies? It's why she left federal space and employ.

It had been a while since she'd had a serious chat with someone. She'd talk with her residents, but she kept it fairly professional with most of them. "Well, kid, you give people the things they need with fair conditions and that tends to happen. The people living here are ultimately under my protection. They live on the station I built myself. Even better that it's on the edge of federal territory, and they don't have to deal with the bullshit. They appreciate that, y'know?"

"Looking for work? Mm..." Well, as long as he wasn't running around with his telekinesis all over. "There's always something to be done for the station. Vortex knows what she needs." The kitchen sizzled, they could hear it from their seat. The diner was fairly quiet, just a few folk having their own meal. "I've got a couple builder mech suits, depending on how long she takes with your maintenance. They're nothing special like yours, but they do the work I need."

Their food didn't take long to come to them. Serenity didn't waste any time in digging in, thinking about what the lad could do. "The work you'll find around here might be a bit boring, kid. We don't get a lot of excitement out here, which suits me perfectly fine."

I should look into where his parents might be held. But, say we rescue them… what then? She certainly didn't want to bring the feds here in force or anything. She didn't have the kind of firepower to defend herself against the Federation if they really decided to come down on her. She might last a little while, but that'd just put her on the run again… Not something she was excited to go back to.

"Do you have any sort of plan? For how you're going to proceed from here." If he had somewhere to go, or some such, that would make things easier.

Pokémon: Start

Whhhoooooaaaaaa, 77 pages of Pokemon RP, holy craaaaap

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Gotta get it in by Sunday, huh?

Space RP

SPACE!?

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

Tell me if I'm hamming it up too hard. xD

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Trinity Stratos
Phoenix Wing Guild Hall

Outfit

@Lunarlord34@Sanguine Rose

Aww, shit, she made Jasmine mad. She was hoping she'd at least get a chuckle out of it. She supposed she should have known better. She couldn't help but be a little jealous of tiny nuisance as Jasmine held Rajah close. "Mn, aww, Jasmine, c'mon. She's such a little brat to you all the time. And you see how she treats everyone else."

The expression on her face was upset as she heard a voice within her mind. She lifted a hand to her head, caught off-guard as her mind burst into activity.

Foreign presence detected penetrating consciousness boundary

Analyzing properties

Scrambling background threads

Brianna had asked something, but whatever it was had been quickly forgotten in the face of mental trespassing. "Wh-, Jaz, do you hea-" the sword?! Her eyes turned sharply to the sword hanging from her guildmate's waist, as her mind quickly churned out a response to the magical probing. "What the fuck, Brianna?!"

Invasive presense magical in nature

Generating blueprint

Pooling magical power... Insufficient power

She started to mould her Energy Make to augment her mental barriers, but found herself sipping lightly on a Wind to have the power to finish the complex construction.

Jamming

As she slipped the bottle back into her bandolier, about a third gone, she tried to calm herself. There was a lot of important or embarrassing or secret stuff up there, and telepaths were a very real threat to her and Neil's businesses. "Keep your telepathic shit out of my head." Rather attached to her mental privacy, as well.

She turned back to Jasmine, realizing what just happened to their short-lived conversation, "uhm..." She'd completely lost momentum, and she'd already made Jasmine mad cause she collared Rajah. Not too mention she didn't really feel like talking anymore. She heard Neil mention Markovis (and heard Karn's cringy nickname for the gloomy guy. There was no way Mark liked it, she should have a gentle conversation with that kid... He's not even a kid!), and found herself an out. "Right, I should check on Markovis."

Should she have just stayed home? Her day just kept getting stepped on. And she knew some of that was her own mentality, and not just... There was no reason to get grumpy for having a band play a show for them.

She didn't even know James played bass, though, what the hell.

So she retreated to the bar and the familiar shape of Mark's back at the bar, lightly touching Neil's back as she passed him. She couldn't be bothered with anything else happening in the hall, did she just feel out of place? The powerless Make mage occupied the stool next to her gloomier teammate, the weight of her upper body never leaving the counter after being introduced. She gave her team a weak smile before looking to Jarvis, behind the bar "Jarviiiiiis, gimme a drink?" She was pretty sure he'd remember the kind of thing she liked. Something sweet or sour or both, preferably. Fruity never hurt, either.

She'd ask Mark, but he'd give her straight liquor.

Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns

"I'm asking you, kid. The station listens to my every word, if you haven't noticed. Although... Maybe I should just have it moved." It'd be less likely that he'd run into someone she didn't want him to run into or that someone would ask him a question it was better wasn't asked. "Yeah, I guess I'll have Vortex move it, instead. I can just claim it's mine to avoid suspicion... Cmon." She started to head back to residential, as drones started to filter in. Vortex had heard her, loud and clear.

Ascot thanked her. It wasn't like she was doing this for him or something, she just didn't feel right turning him out. Maybe that meant she was doing it for him. Whatever. "You'll be able to stay in residential. I can keep feds out if I want. If they decide they want to search my station, they'll search it anyway."

"Vortex can handle most of the maintenance. We'll stop by the diner in residential and grab some breakfast. I'll have her leave anything weird for me to look at. Cmon, then."

She led the way back to residential, finding that nice, quiet little diner where they could sit and talk in relative privacy. "So, your folks are held in some prison somewhere, are they?" She started speaking once they got out of the space port, "what for, do you know?"

The residential area was a very comfortable place to live. It was open and well lit, looking more like a miniature city than anything else.