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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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Random planet?
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Vellios and Serena are back at the Borealis to the best of my knowledge, like you said, and I think Tanya and Iosif are as well. Tonka, Dex, and Khosin are currently in the Yolac and I think Drono is in the vehicle bay as well, but I might be wrong. And Hazan is still near hte perimeter of the smugglers base I think? But I'm really not sure on that one.


All correct save for Haze having been extracted to the Borealis.
@Dervish Because you're a ghost, and ghosts can't have nice things.


Ghost Swayze disagrees.

Lev regarded the Skullkid that yet again approached him without any sign of hesitation or caution with amusement. Ghostly? My word. he thought, regarding the offered lantern not unlike a parent would regard a toddler's piece of "art"; humour the little gremlin so it doesn't feel completely disregarded. Jillian was something else, alright.

"Sure. I'll start you off with a free sample, then I'm going to charge you once I have you hooked," Lev replied, holding his own lantern aloft and willing a projection of its flames into the cradle of Jillian's lantern, which brilliantly illuminated within mere moments. The Poe retracted his lantern and gave berth to the Skullkid. "Now try not to burn the place dow-"

Lev was suddenly, and rudely, interrupted by something crashing into him from behind, forcing him down and out of the way. The thing about being a largely immaterial spirit meant that you weren't inclined to carry much mass, and he gave way easily to the collapsing Felicia, who had came through the ghastly portal that had swallowed them all. Lev's eyes narrowed; today was turning into a series of events that were far more intimate and touchy-feeling than he was strictly accustomed to and comfortable with. People tended not to bump into ghosts or ask them for favours; such people were usually regarded as mentally ill and resigned to the darkest dungeons one could imagine. Lev was still deciding if the mortals gathered qualified for such an exclusive accommodation.

He stared down at the Hylian woman, who looked utterly like a fish out of water, and felt rather surprised when she apologized to him. That was a new feeling; it usually didn't occur to, well anyone, that they were capable of inconveniencing a Poe.

"It's, ah... fine. I'd offer a hand to help you up, but I'm pretty sure that would go about as well if you tried to do the same for a Goron. No offense." Lev said with a facsimile of a shrug. "Not to say you're large or anything. You Hylians kind of carry the crushing weight of looming mortality with you, and I'm just not that strong. I can pretend, if that helps."
And posted!

Sorry for the lateness/ lack of quality. I just wanted to get something up.

I figure now we can do a fun driving to safety montage.

@Zombiedude101 I don't know if you still want to do a Tanya/ Iosif collab if you have ideas, but I'm all ears.
Dex’s voice once again exploded in Tonka’s ear, who was deeply in concentration of trying to navigate the market stalls without running into more of his head hunters that one, or both, of his hearts felt like they stopped when the turian’s voice projected deep into his ear, all so boomingly frantic and intimate all at once.

"Tonka, Khosin and I are heading toward the Yolac as well. With any luck we'll beat you there and provide cover. Patching through the audio feed and whereabouts of the guards in the area. Good luck."

Hissing a curse under his breath and refraining from the urge of belting out a line of profanities, not out of any form of respect but rather the interest of not getting shot, Tonka thumbed his earpiece to reply. β€œI’m working my way back now. Thanks for the intel. Now stop calling until I get back.”

It wasn’t hard to find a way back to the Yolac, as it sounded like his teammates had run into the same sort of trouble he’d found. Either his distraction worked way too well, or they had screwed something up beyond compression. The krogan was not amused; everything was falling apart and he got shot for his troubles. Well, watching the team fuck up was part of why he took the job to begin with, wasn’t it? It was hard not to feel somewhat irritable about the whole ordeal, despite all that. Tonka had been so enthralled by the idea of watching a bunch of nobodies fail miserably just to experience life that wasn’t so dull and secure that he’d never considered he’d actually find himself feeling invested in their success at large. Now, as he understood it, there were multiple wounded members of the team, only some of the weapons had been sold off, and now their cover was effectively blown. It was a situation he’d normally be all too happy to fight through, but his armour needed patching and even Tonka knew the numbers weren’t in his favour. And so, moving was slow going as he monitored the blips on his omni-tool’s map to evade patrols, courtesy of Dex, and timing his movements around his active camo. There’d be time to fight, this wasn’t one of them.

Before long, it became apparent there wouldn’t be much of a reason to skip out of the fight. Three enemy mercenaries converged on the Yolac, and for once, Tonka was grateful for the rain; the pyjaks wouldn’t see what was coming to them.

Flipping the β€œborrowed” shotgun around so the barrel shroud was held like a club, Tonka charged at the nearest of the enemies, a human with a rifle who only became aware of the heavy footfalls when Tonka was only a few meters away. Shouting in surprise and to get his buddies in the know about the incoming threat, Tonka swung the shotgun with all of his running might into the side of the helmet, the pistol grip digging viciously into the composite materials and leaving a horrific impression of the cracked skull as the body slumped to the ground, lifeless. A lot of guns for hire took for granted that kinetic barriers only stopped high-speed projectiles and did nothing against blunt force, as the dead human found out far too late. Tonka turned the gun around, aiming for the next target, who had a marksman rifle, and pulled the trigger.

Instead of the telltale report of a shotgun barking, sparks instead exploded from the gun and the power indicators died. The Elkoss Combine manufacture mark stared back at Tonka tauntingly, justifying his general dislike of the bargain store of weapon manufactures in the most inappropriate of circumstances. The sniper stared at him hatefully, Tonka grinned back sheepishly before hurling the useless chunk of scrap at the sniper, who managed to get a shot off that dug into the mud somewhere behind Tonka as reflexes dictated one does not wait to get hit with two kilos of metal without at least flinching. Taking off towards the transport, Tonka managed to skip around the back ramp with a muddy slide as a second follow-up shot grazed his shoulder plating. The krogan threw himself into the vehicle, grabbing for his Revenant, which was proudly perched in a rack.

Sitting on the Yolac’s floor, Tonka’s machine-gun extended in his hands, trained at the back door. He jabbed a finger at Khosin without looking the batarian’s way. β€œYou. Drive. Also, where in Aralakh is the drell?”
Chandy Chan has been tied up with downed internet and Thanksgiving plans. I'll be getting a post up tonight or tomorrow mornin'. Enjoy yer holiday... unless it's not yer holiday... then... enjoy the rest of your turkey-less week.


Why ya gotta remind me of the lack of turkey in my life. :[
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Look who's here. Long time no see, buddy. How have you been? Where did you go in those two years?

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Would or would not?


FUUUU-

I mean Venusaur.

I meant to write Without. I have no idea what I was thinking.
@Zombiedude101 Nothing really to write on the Tanya end, unless it's screwing around the ship.

I have to get a Tonka post up.
@Zombiedude101 Dude looks like he's hung over and the only thing that brings him sweet release is resting his head against the logs.

Also, post is still in the works! Sorry about the delay, guys. Having a helluva time getting back in the swing of things.

At least Tumblr wasn't invented back in WWII; it's the leading cause of deaths of counter-terrorist operatives in today's environment.



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