Dragoknighte

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Zoie's House

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Wait, did Zoie answer that question seriously? And was that a serious consideration for actually taking up the offer? What a strange woman, that one. But perhaps Mali was overthinking this. After all, thinking back over the day, her thoughts did seem to revolve around sex more than they normally would.It had been a long-ass time since she'd gotten laid. Or maybe the stress of constantly worrying about a Shadow Cabal maybe wanting you dead was affecting her thoughts more than she would be willing to admit. Whatever the case, the shower would do her good, clear out all the confusing thoughts and just have a chance to chill.

The best part of any shower was the moment when one could peel off their dirty clothes and feel like an insect that had just completed metamorphosis, reborn and squishier than one would think. This feeling, followed closely by the moment one stepped into the shower and upon the first contact of water on flesh realized that the temperature was accidentally set to match the surface of the sun. After a scramble to set the water heat to a point tolerable to organic life, Mali found herself feeling more frazzled than she had been before stepping into the bathroom.

It took a minute or twenty, but Mali managed to approach something resembling a peaceful state of mind, her body was clear of dried salt and dirt, and her cast only got a tiny bit wet. All in all a productive time. The change of clothes weren't meant for her at all, but other than smelling weird, they suited her purpose fine. All dressed down, Mali made her way back into the common area of the house. Maybe she could still get a thing or two done before turning in for the night.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Nor

Location: Crossed Swords Tavern
Interacting with:Satilla, Kyra, Thomas

Nor couldn't help but notice every minor detail of the girl's hand when he took it for a handshake. It was something that happened every so often, and he wasn't sure why. Her hand was soft, but that was no surprise. Women, especially of the non-Dwarven variety tended to have soft hands, and she didn't look the type to be doing the kind of hard work necessary to build up thick callouses. By contrast, Nor's hands were wide, and thick-skinned, but not rough. At least mostly. He'd done a lot of rough-work in his army days, but those were a distant time's past and nowadays he didn't do so much manual labor. The body had an annoying way of getting lazy if something isn't being used all the time.

It was then that the entire inn seemed to collectively look in one place and gawk. The direction up wasn't naturally in a dwarf's peripheral vision, so it took him a second to catch on and figure out what the 9 Hells everyone had gotten their knickers in a knot over. Why, it was just that chef bloke from the last night taking his morning dump. What was the sodding deal? Everyone had to answer Nature's call whether they liked it or not, and although doing it in full view of everyone was disgraceful, sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

That said, he didn't like looking at it, and averted his eyes at his earliest convenience. The wisdom of joining this group came more into question with every passing minute. Bringing his attention back to the people in the tavern, the only remaining members of the party that were unaccounted for were the two halfbreeds. Where the hell where they?

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

And then we all die horribly

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

July 29^th, 2371

8:25AM
_{Royal Family ETA: 35 Hours}

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@Nallore Anthony used the last of the eggs he had in the fridge to make himself breakfast. It was a good thing that he was going to stop by the supermarket later, or else he might have had to find some other way of hustling up some grub tomorrow. Or just go out to a cafe and actually order some food. Wait, was the supermarket even going to be open that late? Either way, if he was planning on doing some shopping later it might do some good to see what else was running low/empty at the moment.

As far as cooking went, Anthony's eggs came out a lot better than they usually did. He was able to properly cook them over easy without any yolk breaks, pan stickage or over/undercooking them. They were properly seasoned and looked all pretty like when slid onto the plate. They weren't mind-blowing, best eggs ever type stuff, but a solid eight-and-a-half out of ten.

Breakfast aside, Anthony had a bit of a conundrum to contend with. Information technology was by no means perfect. He had access to Georgian internet, but gaining information available on Terran or Xinon servers were entirely different stories. Xinon was almost entirely out of the question due to all the issues going on over there and the moment. Earth-based servers on the other hand could be accessed, but would take gratuitous amounts of time to load given the sheer distance that needed to be traversed. The fact that the internet was still interconnected was something of an engineering miracle. Normally this wouldn't be so much of an issue, but Anthony had almost nothing to work with, and choosing to stick to local resources might lead to missing something important. But at the same time, Earthly information might not be necessary, and the extra time used up just waiting to even get it might eat up any ability to even make any headway online today.

@Lady Amalthea On the inside of the lobby was a man who looked to be about middle-aged, looking around cautiously. He was a bit shorter than average with some additional width to his build as if to compensate for the lack of stature. Despite his advanced age, he still maintained a full head of coarse, black hair. Well, mostly black. There were strands of silver-gray mixed in. Nervously, he approached Sunie, resting his mitts on the countertop.

"Um, excuse me you wouldn't h-happen to be able to give directions, would you?" A cursory glance at one of the man's hands would reveal that for whatever reason he was shaking. And now that she could hear some more of his speech, the dialect was definitely off-planet, almost certainly a native of Earth, and not Philian. More specific than that was something Sunie couldn't suss out. Even in New Cardiff one wasn't exposed to a lot of different languages on Georgia. Mostly English with the occasional Mandarin.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Zoie's House

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There was clearly a lot of backstory here that Mali didn't know about, and frankly she didn't care to learn any of it she didn't need to. Yeah, it was probably tragic and sorrowful, but it was also not her business and taking on somebody else's melodrama was not on her list of things to do. Besides, it was likely to come up again at some point or another. Seemed to be a sticking point between the siblings. As it was, Mali just rested her broken hand against her hip and cocked a brow.

"If you say so. Just keep in mind that nobody appreciates having to pick up a body bag. Assuming a body's ever found." In hindsight those last two sentences were way more morbid than appropriate. Especially the last one. They had sounded less crass in her head.

"Well I'm going to wash up now. No need to stick around, unless you want to join in." In hindsight, that joke could have come off far more sleazily than Mali had intended. All things considered, it was probably a good thing that she was ending the conversation here, lest more potential faux pas spring from her lips unbidden.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Nor

Location: Crossed Swords Tavern
Interacting with:Kyra

"Wouldn't expect otherwise." Unless there was a rigid social hierarchy in place, a group always needed consent of the whole before any adjustments were made to it. And from what he'd seen of this ragtag band of misfits, a rigid hierarchy was far from a reality. Like it or not, he had to get in good with most of the group to get in the club. not so difficult considering there weren't that many of them and he was on at-least neutral terms with all the ones he had any reasonable amount of contact with insofar. Not bad, if he did say so himself.

"Morning tae ye too, lass. I don't believe I ever introduced meself," Nor said after approached Satilla, offering a thick, weathered hand to her in greeting. "Nor Dunadkar at yer service." Yeah, he was interrupting her breakfast, but hopefully she wouldn't mind too much. He didn't want to stand around awkwardly, watching her eat for the next 10 minutes. Briefly his eyes flitted to the odd mage kid from the night before, but he stopped paying him mind. The kid wasn't worth the trouble.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Zoie's House

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"Ah, perhaps I should have been more specific. You and your brother don't really talk much, do you? Like I saw you two bicker earlier, but I got the feeling that neither of you say anything important until you absolutely have to." Mali didn't mind the scarcity of clothes Zoie had available. It would be presumptuous to expect every place and every person to have a full wardrobe on hand that could fit any body-type, especially one as abnormal as her's.

"Which I guess I understand given all the shit that you seem to get into, but I dunno. Seems like it might be more trouble than it's worth. Like all that stuff you said earlier, if you could tell that to a complete stranger like me, maybe it shouldn't have come as a total surprise to your own brother." Mali leaned against the wall and thought about how she should go about saying what she was going to say next. As it stood, she had already stepped ahead of her bounds, and it was really tempting to simply go all in, but maintaining some tact came off as a far wiser move. In the end she decided to save it for another day.

"Then again, I'm not much better in that respect. I barely tell my family anything when I talk to them these days. Also, since you've laid out some of your cards on the table, let me lay out a couple of mine. Fair's fair after all. I have more than just your brother and myself as resources for looking into Juno. I'll try and establish some contact info later, so if I croak, they won't be totally in the dark. Got a number or email you'd be willing to hand over for that purpose?"

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Zoie's House

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Mali looked around the room that she would be borrowing for the night. Considering the rest of the house, this was about what she expected to find. Definitely more spacious than her apartment bedroom, if somewhat less comfortable due to unfamiliarity. While she waited, Mali took off her socks and shoes. At the very least, it felt like her feet could breathe again.

"Thanks," she said as she accepted the towels and used clothes. Yeah they were someone else's and she wasn't used to having to deal with hand-me-downs (a perk of spending most your life as an only child with well-off parents), but she was grateful for a change of clothes nonetheless. She just hoped that the smell of another person wouldn't bother her once she was actually wearing them.

"So you don't talk much, do you?" Maybe she was prying into private matters, but given the level of involvement she had already achieved with Zoie & Relic and how much closer they'd probably have to act/become, she didn't think of it as being too much. If anything, it was more of an observation than an actual question.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Roger was more or less focused on his own shit in the battle. It's not that he didn't care about his teammates, but he trusted in their competence. And if he wasn't concerned about not getting shot to bits, then chances were he wouldn't be able to make it through the battle. After all, nobody was watching his back except for himself, and now wasn't the time to do something suicidally dumb. That would likely come later on.

That said, he couldn't stop himself from being distracted from a second when the crystal's destruction was weaponized to great effect against the artillery unit. Those were a collection of really fucking sturdy 'werks and to get shredded up like that from a single attack was no easy feat. Although disbelief, worry and 'oh shit' where the foremost emotions in his mind regarding the sudden turn the battle took, a small part of him was glad he wasn't hanging around there. Yeager was a decently bulky framewerk, but if he had gotten hit with that, who knows what kind of fucked he'd be, given the volatility of the over-powered thrust capabilities housed within his chosen machine.

But there were more important things to be doing than worrying about everyone else, and based on the comms and radar, it seemed like most of the pilots had gotten through the attack damaged, but not out of commission. Roger found himself currently in the process of being cornered, and he'd have to fix that real quick, or else he's be scrap and the cruxi would have the means to flank Squad Sigma. Activating his boosters he moved around the encroaching CWM squad and opened fire at the two-man(?) group he had been dealing with before. Focus one taking down targets one at a time, or end up overwhelmed.

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Move H7->Attack J7

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

July 29^th, 2371

8:19AM
_{Royal Family ETA: 35 Hours}

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@Nallore Most of the people that Anthony passed by on his way home didn't even make eye contact. Not all that surprising given the typical mindset of any given city goer. Few people seemed to notice a smile given, most the did notice looked at Anthony weird, as if they were suspicious of him trying to sell something, and a tiny minority actually bothered to smile or nod back. Whatever the temperament of the citygoers, Anthony had made his way back to his apartment, free to pursue whatever desires he had.

@Lady Amalthea Paperwork sorting was slow and cumbersome. Given the huge stack of files Sunie had to go through, it wouldn't be surprising if most of her day got used up from this before even factoring in "wasted" time using the bathroom, eating, dealing with customers, looking at something other than ink on pulp, etc. And on top of all those other things, the bell for the front door rang not 20 minutes into searching through the paperwork. Based on the lack of noise that would likely accompany either of the other Marks, and the sporadic sounds of footsteps, whoever walked in was probably a customer, one who was unfamiliar with the store itself.

"Hello?" called out a masculine voice from the other side of the store. His accent sounded foreign to the city, but otherwise not distinct enough to be immediately pegged in any specific location as of yet.