Dragoknighte

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Zoie's House

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Mali wasn't sure why Marc would be relieved that she was still well. She'd said all of five sentences to him over the course of two days. She'd understand if he'd said that to Zoie or Relic, as they seemed to have plenty of history, but her? Maybe he was just too used to people he met dying almost immediately. It would make some sense, he was an FBI Agent (assuming she was recalling correctly) after all.

Mali kept her eyes on him as he checked through his phone. Well not just on him, but also her breakfast, and out the window, and at Relic. Really she was just trying to keep herself from staring as Zoie. Any time she let her guard down, she would find her eyes begin to drift in her direction. The worst part was that Mali wasn't even sure she liked Zoie beyond surface level physical attraction, but those conversations last night made her really self-conscious about it.

"Depends on what you mean," Mali said between spoonfuls of yogurt. "I'm fairly certain that anything I've learned these past few weeks is just me getting up to speed with what everyone else here knows. All I've really contributed to the discussion is conjecture."

"...I did learn that I didn't have awful taste in literature as a teenager."

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

"No, I haven't heard anything ye-" Roger began to say to Krista in response to Krista when she inquired about the state of communications with the major. "Wait, I'm getting something." His face crinkled together as he strained to make out what was being said through all of the static. He unconsciously began to mouth the words being said as he was able to make them out.

"Leave you behind? Don't be a dumbass, Elise. Yeah, I've gotten a spot on her now, Krista. Let's get Prometheus back to base." A blatant sign of disrespect and ignoring a direct command from a superior? Sure, but he wasn't going to let somebody die for a dumb reason like stubbornly focusing on the mission above all else after the combat was over. He'd had enough of squad leaders dying on their first field mission with Sigma with Harold on Troas.

Back on the NOAH, Roger was assaulted with a complicated batch of feelings when he saw the state Elise was in. Part of him was simply astounded that she was even alive given her injuries. A larger, more significant part was a knot of anxiety that she would end up a cadaver. He didn't have a particularly friendly relationship with her or anything, but she'd be the first member of Squad Sigma to die slowly in view of everyone else. With Harold, everything happened so quickly that he didn't really have to come to terms with it until after all the fighting had resolved. Here, he would have to sit through and watch everything as it happened, and he wasn't sure how to handle that knowledge.

But the most powerful emotion he felt was rage towards the Cruxi. He desperately wished for a physical manifestation of the entire race that he could just punch in the face right now. It gave him a raw energy that he tried to keep under wraps by pacing back and forth in the hangar. If he stood still for longer than a minute his entire body would start to tremble, and standing around being a shaky bastard did nobody any good.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

July 29^th, 2371

12:18PM/10:21AM
_{Royal Family ETA: 32 Hours}

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@Lady Amalthea Sunie found herself working far more efficiently than she usually did. She hit a good work flow almost immediately and managed to keep it up. Everything just seemed to work. If she managed to keep it up for the rest of the day, those first few hours of research/waiting for the internet to load might not end up reducing the overall volume of work she would normally produce. As the day approached lunchtime, there was this buzzing at the periphery of her perception. A buzzing that was distinct from the humming of machinery or the fluttering of wayward flies that had happened to make their way into the building based on the comings and goings of customers. It was only after the buzzing hadn't ceased after several minutes that it became evident what that buzzing was: the company phone had been ringing for quite awhile.

@Nallore Deciding that caution was the best plan of action, Anthony opted to choose a position where he would be least vulnerable. When he poked his head out to check out the alleyway, he found the woman he had been following looking out towards the street, feet at shoulder width and planted firmly into the ground. In her hand was a black pistol pointed forward. It took a second, but she spotted Anthony's head and trained the barrel of the gun from where he was hiding.

"Show yourself. I know you've been following me." Her voice was tense, but Anthony could tell immediately that it was mostly suspicion and anger with a good helping of anxiety. She was working with anything but a level head right now.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

So Nal and I are on Day 7, what do we do?

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

Cyneburg

Location: Crossed Swords Tavern
Interacting with:The party that collectively needed a new name.

"Assuming you can even find such things here," Cyne replied to Thomas about the expense of the alchemical supplies necessary for his potions. Scarabs of any variety were anything but local, and from what she'd seen the town was not a major hub of trade. It wouldn't be surprising in the slightest. "As far as bringing a light, I can see in the darkness, and I believe Keystone has techniques to be minimally encumbered by blindness, but a powerful light source would be a wise investment."

When Kyra brought up having weapons silvered, Cyne furrowed her brow. Not offering anything to the pile felt like she was missing out, but she didn't have any weapons. Yeah her walking stick had an axe head for a handle, but it wasn't meant for hurting people. Same went for the knife she carried with her. They were tools for wildlife survival, not self-defense. She did most of her fighting in inhuman forms anyways, so even if she picked something to be silvered, it probably wouldn't be of much use. Oh well. When Keystone brought up finding a leather worker, Cyne's ears pricked up.

"You don't need to go find one in-town Keystone. I'd be happy to help you with what you need. All I'd require are some raw materials to work with." What he actually needed, she didn't know, but it probably wouldn't be a challenge for her.

"I make my own clothes if you want proof of my craft." Cyne twirled in place, giving a quick 360 view of her worn and somewhat charred apparel. "...They're not in the best state to be showing them off." The clothes had been getting worn down for awhile, but she'd been spending so much time in bear form that it was easy to put off making new clothes. And after joining the group she hadn't really had much time at all to patch up some of the more egregious fireball-induced damages.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

If Jason ever dies. I wanna make a clone of him that they fucked up while making and is a girl.

So half her time is spent with memories of being a guy and just perpetually condused.

@Jasonhero

The mistake they made during the process was forgetting a semicolon while typing in a command.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Zoie's House

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It was weird waking up in somebody else's house. There was that half-moment of where the hell am I that passed once the brain booted up enough to remember what had happened the day before.

That wasn't all that was weird, there was also trying to go through a morning routine in somebody else's house. Mali couldn't brush her teeth because she didn't think to bring a toothbrush with her yesterday, so the inside of her mouth would have to deal with being all gross and sticky. All she had to wear were the borrowed clothes she was already wearing and all that was available in the way of health care products were soap and shampoo. Even if there had been more, Mali wouldn't want to use anything else that might be "owned" by somebody else. So all she could really do was wash her face as best as she could, take a quick shower and make sure her hair wasn't a total mess.

When she stepped down from the guest room (which she had taken care to tidy up after showering), she was only slightly miffed to be the most sloppily dressed person in the room.

"Morning. Didn't expect to see you so soon again, Agent." Perhaps a more casual greeting than appropriate given how tense/awkward the run-in yesterday was, but that was then, this was now. He was someone she could "trust" so she wouldn't give him a hard time unless he gave her reason to be difficult. There was a lot more she wanted to ask, but it didn't feel like the time to talk business since Zoie had just spent the time to prepare grub for everyone.

When she took a seat at the table to feed herself, her brain automatically went into nutritionist, macro-calulating, number-crunching mode. Each egg was about 6 grams of protein, 7 grams of fat since the yolk was intact and maybe half a gram or carbs. She didn't want to eat all the eggs, so if she ate four or five that would be about 24-30g of protein, 28-35g fat and 2g of carbs. She didn't know what cut of por- Around here she remembered that since she was on a forced break she didn't have to keep track of all this as stringently as normally.

Even with that in mind, she assembled a very protein oriented breakfast. Probably more than her fair share of eggs, a couple slices of salted pork, a healthy side of yogurt and a slice of cantaloupe for the complex carbs. As much as she wanted to dig in there and then, she would wait for everyone else to be served before starting on anything herself.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

July 29^th, 2371

10:18AM
_{Royal Family ETA: 32 Hours}

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@Nallore Quickly enough the woman paid for her ticket and went on her way. Even if Anthony wasn't completely familiar with the lines, his time spent looking at the map paid off enough to cover any holes in his understanding. She started with the Red Line traveling South, staying on the train for three stops before she transferred to the Green line and heading West for another 2 stops before she finally hopped onto the Yellow Line North for a single stop.

The train rides weren't anything special. The inside of the cars smelt kinda funky, as if there was mildew all along the bottoms of the seats, and any body part exposed to direct sunlight through the windows would quickly find itself burning up. However, the day hadn't heated up enough yet to turn the car into a sauna of body odor. As long as Anthony stayed in the shade he was fine. Occasionally his query's eyes would look in his general direction, but she never seemed to look directly at him, only in his general direction.

The rest of the time spent following her went by in a similar fashion as the beginning of his impromptu trailing session until suddenly she stopped at a seemingly random alleyway. He could see her briefly looking around suspiciously before turning off the sidewalk and into the dark of the side street.

@Lady Amalthea It'd taken most of her morning, but she finally found a match in the files, one that dated back about ten years back, before she and her sisters ran the store. In fact, coincidentally it was just about the time of the big accident that left Sunie "orphaned" and an amputee. One Stacey McKinnon had ordered a simple handgun, 9mm. There was nothing about the order that seemed particularly off other than the timing. On the sheet was contact information from the original sale, a phone number and email address, but who knew how out of date those might be.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

@Lady Amalthea Oh, that's a typo. Fixed

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

@Lady Amalthea Day 6