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5 yrs ago
Current Remember, nobody actually enjoys roleplaying if there isn't at least five shameful fetishes uncovered by the 2nd page.
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7 yrs ago
Somebody stole my mood ring. I don't know how to feel about it.
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7 yrs ago
Let's be honest, it's far more satisfying and challenging to actually imagine what a character looks like than paste a hundred gifs of a celebrity and call it good.
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7 yrs ago
So, a team of players who are good at playing as a team in a team-based game are individually bad players. Seems kind of silly when you put it like that, no?
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7 yrs ago
My goal these days is to have an RP that can actually finish, or the very least, last a few years. I see way too many die on page one to take chances
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Lowering the site's value since January 2012.


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~| Day 2, 8:11-11:32 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex, Medical Bay |~


Tolun Fi’s mind was, as ever, racing.

He had returned to the prison complex unharmed, although without Nazca in company, and set about immediately going to familiar surroundings to contemplate what he had observed. Most Jedi resorted to meditation, but Tolun Fi was not one to sit idle. He began organizing the medical lab, losing himself in the work, ignoring any inquiries that would break his concentration.

Darth Nyiss… an enigma, and a prime example of how science could be grossly abused. What she was trying to do with Nazca was unsettling, and not because of its cruel practice, but because he had no idea what the result she was hoping to obtain was. He tried to recall exactly what he had seen in the strain, looking for clues, and despite how different from the human genetic code her experiment was, she continued on recklessly. Tolun Fi had no idea if Nazca was going to survive, or if Nyiss’ test would ultimately cause the rash young woman to succumb. She had returned with Tolun Fi, who would provide on-going care and observation while keeping records for both himself and Nyiss' benefit. If she died, it would likely be a calculated risk on Nyiss’ part to pressure Tolun to work on a solution to save lives and make her tests bond. He doubted she was not intelligent enough to do what she planned, but she had plans for the Kaminoan. By appealing to his scientist nature, and treating him as a peer instead of a mortal enemy, she was carefully stripping away his reservations. Perhaps she wanted him to carry on his own research and twist it for her own means. The risks were unfathomable, but he had to act eventually, and he had to play along to some degree so Nyiss wouldn’t close the door entirely.

The other Jedi would likely start to suspect him of being manipulated, or even being a traitor, and that was fine. Their compliance was not required for him to do what needed to be done.

Xid and Shiri had also ducked away from the main prison quarters, likely for privacy. Tolun Fi had barely noticed the pair, their affairs their own. It did not take a genius to recognize the attraction between the two, the adolescent lust that drove teenage specimens of the human species to oftentimes sickening and regrettable courtship rituals, ignoring the fact their bodies and minds were ever evolving, and where a chemical cocktail of poor and confused decision making. The sounds of a kiss broke into Tolun Fi’s concentration, prompting the Kaminoan to groan almost inaudibly. Xid, I expected better of you. Could you not suppress your animal instincts until you were free? Tolun Fi thought, frowning without turning around at the two star-struck teenagers who were failing resist the biological impulse to copulate and bear children. The Sith would exploit it, almost certainly.

Xid was a colleague and a friend, and he was essential for an escape plan. And he had allowed himself to be compromised by some stupid girl.

As if to demonstrate that the Sith were always watching, the repugnant scent of the Trandoshan filled Tolun Fi’s nostrils. Sish had arrived. Unable to focus on his own thoughts any longer, he turned to watch the exchange… and the resulting chaos. Threatening Shiri had, predictably, pressured Xid enough to engage an opponent who was very much counting on him acting rashly and like an idiot. With the burst of a vial over Sish’s face, the fight had commenced.

Turns out this facility will be required sooner than anticipated. Tolun Fi thought, staying away from the skirmish as he began to prep surgical and first aid equipment, and the Kolto tank. It was not a matter of if someone was getting hurt, it was a matter of numbers. The Kaminoan reflected how unfortunate it was that he was the only doctor aboard the ship as he ignored the violent brutality commencing, only meters away.

Then, something happened. A surge of the presence of the Dark Side filled the air like an airburst munitions and Tolun Fi turned in time to witness the Kel Dor, Alat, unleash a Dark Force ability on the Trandoshan. Tolun Fi regarded Alat coolly, his eyes fixed on him like a predator would be. And now I have my control population... he thought, his heart racing, a decidedly uncharacteristic thing for it to be doing. He had a solution to a problem that had been vexing him for years sitting in front of him.

Sish let out a Force Scream, causing Tolun Fi to cringe in pain and cover his ears. In the narrow confines of the medial bay, it was deafening to the point of making hearing loss be something of a minor concern, secondary to the potential threat emanating from the Sith. His fury filled the air, a malice unlike any other Tolun Fi had experienced. The assault on Alat was a sight to behold, and he did not wince in empathy as digits were severed from the Kel Dor, sailing nicely across the air and skidding across the floor. Tolun Fi was busy deciding if he could make it over to them without drawing attention of the combatants before Alat lifted the examination bed, as he tossed it at Sish. The aura of the Dark Side emanated from Alat, forcing the Kaminoan to regard him as a stranger. Under other circumstances, Tolun Fi would be far more upset about what he was beginning to see as “his” lab being dismantled, but there were bigger concerns at hand at the moment.

Namely, an unidentified gas compound flooding the room. Tolun Fi reacted, rushing towards the amputated finger before the gas reached his head, which was mercifully higher than the rest of the people in the room. Even so, as the others succumbed to the anesthetic, he was beginning to feel drowsy and his vision rapidly blurred. He reached out for the finger, the important prize, before he passed out. He had hit the ground before he knew if he was successful.

An unknowable amount of time passed before Tolun Fi began to come to, and the others were starting to stir. Being put under twice in two days, how irritating. Tolun Fi thought, rising shakily to his feet and seeing the amputated digit sitting on the floor. He swooped down, grabbing it, and he rushed to the medical center for a plastic bag to wrap it in, taking stock of the trashed laboratory. Even the precious Kolto tank was not spared the onslaught, a worrying crack down the facade that threatened to shatter with any more abuse. He took the wrapped finger, as to not arouse suspicion, and made his way to the counter, where kolto supplies were already laid out and showed signs of use. Spraying the severed end of the finger with the spray and wrapping it with the bandage was all he was able to do for the time being until he found a better solution. A strip of adhesive bandage sealed the bag, and he slid it quietly into a drawer before going to locate the others.

The Kaminoan hurried to check over the belligerents of the fight with Sish, who was mercifully missing. As it turned out, the lab was more or less empty and the wounded were taken to the bunk room. Xid was tied down, his side bruised and swollen, potentially a break or fracture. Koren was there, tending to Xid, which Tolun Fi found commendable. From what he recalled, Koren was not medically inclined, but the fact he had taken initiative and moved the casualties somewhere more tenable was commendable, although he strongly suspected he didn't check to see if either Xid or Alat had a broken neck or back; they could potentially be paralyzed. There was no sense in worrying about it; there was work to do. He nodded to Koren as he approached, greeting him. "I see you've been busy. If you wouldn't mind assisting me, I need to assess the damage to both of our casualties." he said simply, his voice clinical and detatched. "I would also recommend we secure Alat for the time being, his demonstration of a connection to the Dark Side is... worrying, to say the least. It would be wise to determine his disposition and loyalties in a position where he is unable to act out."

Taking a penlight and crouching in front of Xid, Tolun Fi held the unconscious youth’s eyes open and shone the light in, looking for signs of concussion. Satisfied, he stared at Xid for a moment longer than necessary. “I am disappointed in you.” He said simply, standing up and carrying on to Alat. He would tend to Alat, and he would even try to reattach the severed digit. It was his oath as a doctor, after all, but there was no trusting the Kel Dor at this juncture. Ironically, Alat would prove instrumental to what Tolun Fi needed to do. The best part of the whole arrangement was his consent and knowledge was entirely unnecessary.

"If you wouldn't mind joining me back to the lab, I need to find what equipment is still functional and may require you to act as a nurse if surgery is required... particularly if I am able to reattach Alat's finger." he said to Koren. "And yourself, are you well? If you wish, I could give you a quick examination and determine if there's an injury."
I've been so busy and drained from work that I have literally not written anything at all this week for anything. I'm burnt out.

I'm off for five days, and after I get back from the mountains, I'm hoping I find that spark again.

Sorry.
@Gowi, @Dblade26, and @Heat:

First off I want to apologize for the long wait due to the scene as well as the forced time lapse. If you all would like to gloss over that, namely as the prisoners that were not involved would've been shifted about while the troopers followed Nyiss's orders then just shoved into the cells. The only ones possibly awake besides Koren (@Sep's) would be @Dblade26 and @Heat pcs, who could've been exploring the cells and mediating, with @Gowi following immediately after Koren's wake up.

Unless you three prefer I cover that in my next Jayda post? Either way is fine though the prior might allow you to get into the medical emergency coming up. Also... Oh @Dervish I believe Tolun Fi will be needed here soon. >_>


YAY! I was wondering how I could squeeze myself back in these pajamas.

Excellent.
@EllriIt's a well known fact that bringing up the functionality of doors brings out more heated internet debate than religion, politics, and abortion combined.
@CutUpBetter be beer league or I am rioting.
Here's the first image of the Arena, situated below the Prison.


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Second image:

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(previous render of the arena was rather... red.)


Throw up some lights and put a DJ at the top and you have yourself a hell of a nightclub.
We're almost over mount collab! Hopefully this weekend.
It's be beginning of a beautiful friendship.
This had to be a joke. A bad joke, one so offensively stupid that the speaker was effectively blacklisted for a week for killing one’s brain cells. This human, this Jason, spoke like undisciplined, arrogant trash and he carried around a mane of untrimmed head pubes that probably had gotten him mistaken as a woman by more than one drunk. Ardan didn’t care for humans, certainly enough that he resigned his lucrative military career because the Council was a bunch of spineless lapdogs who were too busy tongue-punching humanity’s asshole to realize that if you keep spoiling the child, they will act out, and this Jason was as sure of a sign as anything that was wrong with their horrible species.

Ardan turned, looking between Jek and Nik. “So, was there some kind of bet that Nik lost? This idiot is a ‘present’ in the same sense as lighting a bag of varren shit on fire and leaving it on a disliked neighbour’s doorstep is a present.” The turian said, facing the new human, his face rigid.

“So, you’re too good to be a vigilante, yet here you are, being offered up because you had nowhere else to go. If we wanted to impress humans like you, we’d strand around showboating instead of getting the job done like we have been doing. We’ve been fighting a war, and you’ve been doing what, exactly? Getting your hair done at some over-priced beauty salon? Here’s some friendly advice, cut that shit, lest one of Jek’s boys who haven’t had any action in weeks mistake you for a girl and find it convenient to grab a hold of. That or you get it caught on some machinery and find yourself getting scalped.” Ardan said, bouncing his helmet around until it was straight enough to slip on with an easy gesture. He stepped close to Jason, meeting the man eye-to-eye.

“I don’t know what the hell we did to have Jek think you are a favour, but if you treat either Daro or Raya as anything other than a teammate, you won’t have eyes to ogle them with. Got it?” he stepped away from the human, snorting disdainfully as he headed back to the others, slipping his helmet on. “I have some last minute prep before we set out. You guys can decide what to do with the talking ham. He doesn’t seem too bright, I vote cannon fodder. That should sober him up.”

With that said, Ardan moved to one of the make-shift benches made out of lined-up storage crates that seemed to be the typical go-to solution of any war zone and set out his weapons for eventual inspection. But first, he had to run through his omni-tool programs and the connections to his HUD, which seemed to have a loose connection since the fighting took a turn for the worst a couple days ago. He listened in on the conversation, and the inevitable retorts, as he cycled through his various omni-tool programs and studied their functionality on the head’s up display. Turning on his IFF tagging system, he looked over his shoulder at the group, several friendly indicators filling his visor, including Jek – but the human was omitted. Ardan smiled to himself, relishing the irony that his HUD didn’t identify this new merc as a friend while he himself considered Jason to be a waste of recycled air. Still, he scanned Jason’s armour and after finding the signal, his outline popped up as green – friendly. He hoped that Nik would tell the new guy to fuck right off back to Earth, but Ardan knew that Nik couldn’t afford to be picky after the unit had eaten a lot of losses weeks ago, a bit before Ardan himself joined up. He knew his say didn’t amount for much, given he was still new to the outfit, but Ardan had fought alongside these guys long enough to consider them his unit. The last thing anybody needed was a hotshot who didn’t know how to behave in a team, and his immediate arrogance made the turian want to beat him with rubble until he eventually wizened up. Given the dull, ox-like mentality of the human, the point would probably be entirely lost on him. Oh well.
Glad to see this lumbering back into motion. :D
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