Dusty

Intergalactic Space Adventurers- [ISA]

Following Ursa to the medical bay was an enjoyable experience for Jean, considering the previous string of events for him. From beatings, violent struggles, and nail-biting diplomacy, just strolling down the halls of the Ranger small talking with Ursa was a pleasant change of pace for the worn sheriff. Unfortunately the adapted freighter wasn’t large and the two acquaintances ambled into the medical bay in a short time, where Mac, another man Jean recognized from earlier in Ursa’s office, a med bot, and a strange, sleeping young girl, were all jammed together with the newcomers in the small room. Ursa quickly introduced him to Emmett, the steely eyed young man dressed in a white, green, and black coat and seemingly armed to the teeth. If Mac was intimidating by his size and bulging muscle, Emmett worried Jean by his cold indifference. As if he’d be happily shaking your hand one second and thrusting his knife into your back the next. He’d seen a man like that before, and still possessed the scars to prove it. If he could help it at all, Jean wouldn’t be getting on his bad side any time soon. Ursa moved away to have her injuries treated by the bot while Jean regarded this mishmash group in cautious contemplation.

“I ‘ear from Miz Cooper y’all ain’t friends wit’ Mister Bob no more so I'll get right to the point. Apparently e’ treats his associates jus’ as well as he treats his enemies. Like dried spugheffer shit, only thing it’s good for is burnin’, an’ from what I c’n guess, tha’s a pretty good retellin’ over what went down. So, if’n I’m right in that regard and there’s no love lost betwixt ya. Well maybe we could come to a consensus in regards to our good friend Bob. I suspect he’s been messin’ wit’ th’ Theonian’s as of late, though I ain’t sure why. Yet. But I know when it comes to me, he’s been prodding th’ wrong bull.” Jean’s attention momentarily shifted as the girl in the petal dress stood, moving closer to talk to Ursa. The smuggler must start her crewmates young he supposed, but he couldn’t quite pin down what was off about her. Maybe it was the dress, or her eyes, or her voice but she mystified the cowboy to no end.

Setting his back against the durasteel infirmary hull Jean withdrew a second cigarette, not bothering to light it up but simply chewing the end between his teeth. He offered the pack to Mac and Emmett before slipping it back into his vest pocket. Using the buzz from the strong alien tobacco to shake off the disquieting feeling he got from the girl Jean reengaged the three adults. “Lookie ‘ere now. I know y’all ain’t got any stakes in bringin’ him down, an’ more’n likely don’t give a piss ‘bout no Theonian but how’s th’ saying go? The enemy of my enemy is my friend… Yeah, if y’all could give me everythin’ you know it’d be mighty helpful. An’ let me assure you.” Jean gripped the tip of his hat, pulling it lower over his eyes to add emphasis. “I got beef wit’ ol’ Bob an’ his thugs and have a mind to handle it. So ya won’t ‘ave to worry ‘bout him no more once I'm through, an’ you c’n take that to th’ bank.”

Avatar: the Legend of the Lost

Lower Ring, Ba Sing Se. Northeast

@Rokoran

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Satisfaction dominated Huo’s face, even as her eyebrows rose in astonishment at this plethora of new information. Most of the more important aspects regarding this revelation were subtler than the man’s speculations about the source of the hubbub, but conclusive nonetheless. Apparently she’d guessed right about his origins, at least in theory. Still, Huo was now convinced that he was from the Fire Islands like herself, and upon reaching this conclusion she resolved to keep her surname undisclosed. Chances were he knew nothing of the Ling family line, but one could never be too cautious when it came to sensitive information and generation long blood feuds. Rushing alongside this presumed Fire Islander Huo’s mind turned to the literal sense of his words. It was a surprisingly straightforward conclusion, and it made Huo wonder if he knew more than he was revealing. One could imagine many different scenarios beyond just a bender prison escape. And yet, he’d followed something of a logical path to arrive there. But why would anybody in their right mind run towards something they suspected was a breakout of potentially dangerous criminals?

If at all possible Huo’s face contorted in even more surprise and she nearly stumbled mid-step. “You’re helping break someone out! Who in their right mind would try a prison break in daylight, in the middle of Ba Sing Se? You’ve got nowhere to run, you’re surrounded by walls. You’ll be helping your friends escape only to surely get recaptured. And worst of all AN controls the city, and it’s not like he takes kindly to those of us from Fire.” She hadn’t meant to let that last bit slip out and she put a hand over her mouth wanting to take every word back. She’d only guessed he was from fire; well the whole conclusion was a wild conjecture all exclaimed aloud without thought or consideration. She’d just announced to him and anybody listening that she knew his presumed intentions, and that she herself hailed from the Fire Islands. It didn’t help that she was a raging hypocrite too, but Huo wasn’t one for serious self-reflection in any regard. To her finding an air bender to fly her over the walls in order for her to assassinate An on his coronation made perfect sense. Whereas risking your freedom to rescue an imprisoned bender in an An controlled city was insanity.

“Sorry,” she whispered, keeping her voice low as if to make up for the earlier proclamation. At least they were running along a seemingly deserted avenue. “I shouldn’t have said that, but I promise my lips are sealed. I'm no friend of An or the Earth Kingdom.”

AETERNUM ~The Tyrant's Call~ (FULL)

I am interested, and I can promise decent and consistent activity.

AETERNUM ~The Tyrant's Call~ (FULL)

I'm intrigued, I even have a basic idea for a character. Are you wanting an initial OC outline to review before you confirm who will be participating?

Star Wars: The Outer Rim Onslaughts

Fair enough, my interest stands whatever you decide.

Star Wars: The Outer Rim Onslaughts

I’ve been wanting to do a Star Wars RP for awhile. So I’m interested enough to keep an eye on it.

Personally, and this is just something I’d prefer, I’d rather have it set at the height of the Empire’s power. More people are familiar with this time period as well, which could help garner more interest. Still BBY of course, but not so far back as 400 BBY

in absentia (uncharted jungle island, survival, drama) high cas

I’m intrigued as well, count me as interested.

Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world!

@Drinky @PooHead189

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Scribbling down his name in a flowery hand the young Breton left the Estalian to deal with the growing crowd of likeminded mercenary aspirants. He dallied in the common room sipping wine and observing his new company with curious reservation. Their speech was oft to accented and swift to understand in full, and the Breton only managed to catch a word or two of the conversations as he picked at his dinner. Eventually the Estalian man Severo called their attention outlining their first task and starting time, much to Frans Vou’s delight. It seemed no time would be wasted, with a prompt assemblage the next morning. Deciding to retire for the evening early, Frans Vou ascended the tavern’s wooden stair, meeting his page Adrian on the second floor landing. The boy handed over a heavy cast iron key, giving his knight a respectful bow.

“Zee second room on zee left is made up for you sir. Zee best in zee inn as zee monsieur requested.”

Accepting both key and directions Frans Vou left young Adrian with instructions to have the horse and mules ready by five o’clock tomorrow morning, before entering his quarters. The rooms here were dingy, not befitting Bretonnian nobility, but at least it beat a tent and cloak. Unbuckling his sword belt Frans Vou laid it gently down at the foot of his bed, resting upon his knees on the moldy wooden floor, head bowed in silent veneration. For a full two minutes he remained this way, his thoughts and prayers directed towards the Lady of the Lake in this short moment of reverence.

Rising Frans Vou took up his sword and set it upon the nightstand before reclining upon the bed. Blowing out the bedside lantern and kicking off his boots Frans Vou slipped away, the muffled sounds from the bar thrumming in his ears.

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The next morning Frans Vou awoke early, washing and dressing before taking an early breakfast in the kitchen. His actions were those of routine, and before long he met Adrian and Moreu in the stables, taking the bridle of his steed from the page. Leading both horse and servants from the stables Frans Vou’s blue eyes alighted upon the gathering party on the path outside the Limping Nag. Raising his hand in greeting Frans Vou made his way over to them, his companions staying at a respectful distance, awaiting any further instructions.

“A fair day indeed monsieur nains. Monsieur Severo, monsieur… Vlad was it?” Striding to a halt the young Breton cast a reserved downward glance at Balgrim and Drimbold. Even dismounted the top of the dwarves heads just barely exceeded Frans Vou’s waist, and their stubby unproportioned legs did not grant the knight much confidence. He’d heard tales of course, which described the short bearded men as much more then what met the eye. But Frans Vou could not keep the note of contempt completely from his voice as he addressed, what seemed to him an obvious concern. “Pardon moi asking monsieur nains, but I see no beast of burden to carry zee. Ou do zou intend to keep pace? I suspect our journey will be long and tiring, and time will be of zee essence, no? Surely zou does not intend to run zee entire way.”

Animorphs: The Reckoning

Let's just get right to it.

Avatar: the Legend of the Lost

Lower Ring Ba Sing Se, Northeast

@Rokoran

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Twilit shadows spread like the plague, enveloping Huo Ling in their gloomy embrace. Fortune seemed to be in a foul mood to match the darkening sky. Consequently, perhaps predictably, Huo’s attempt to locate one airbender in Ba Sing Se was proving to be a formidable task, misfortune or no. Not that Huo’s tactics were foolproof either. The Fire Islands teen ambled down the dirty alleys and near abandoned streets asking random pedestrians if they’d seen a man selling lychees or an airbender. The former resulted in success far more often than the latter, but the name Gonshu didn’t often ring any bells. There were numerous fruit sellers’ folk knew of, but hardly anyone could recall the name of their local cart merchants, and even if by some chance they did, they were never the right person. Numerous Li’s, Gu’s, Tai’s, and Benhei’s sold lychees, but so far no Gonshu’s. Nonplused Huo continued her dogged journey combing downtown Ba Sing Se, footsore and weary from the long day’s efforts.

At least the streets were clearing out. The people of the lower ring didn’t share the resolute denial of the middle-ringers, and as soon as night began to fall the poor folk took to their homes, fearful of thugs taking advantage of the dark hours and general unrest. Huo herself began to take notice of a few undesirables, hooded ruffians leering out at her from the alleyways. Like sharks sniffing for blood in the water. Flexing her fingers Huo mostly ignored them, but stayed towards the center of the road just in case. A single accurately launched rock from the darkness could lay a person out cold, and that was the last thing she wanted to deal with right now.

A commotion drew Huo attention at that moment, accompanied the sound of a nearby bell. A small detachment of city watchmen and An’s soldiers sprinted past, a half dozen or so of them, seemingly in a rush to get wherever they needed to be. The one in the front held a lit lantern, and the firelight shone bright on Huo’s face as they ran by. “Get to your home girl, there’s about to be trouble.” The growled order had a note of seriousness to it, and Huo didn’t doubt for a second that there would be trouble afoot, soon enough.

“I’ll get right on that sir.” She muttered, shielding her eyes from the glare. The force moved away, clearly not intent on enforcing a curfew, merely suggesting it. At least, that’s how Huo saw it. The night was still young, and despite her worn feet Huo felt an irresistible curiosity to know what this ‘trouble’ might be. She was about to take off after the soldiers when a lone figure jogged past, seemingly matching her intentions to follow them. He was a young man, well built with a complexion that was hard to make out in the twilight, but Huo could’ve sworn he hailed originally from the Fire Islands, the same as her. Trotting to keep pace she reached up and tapped this stranger on the shoulder, who’s name, unbeknownst to her, was Zhen. “Hey there tall guy. You don’t happen to know what’s going down do you? One of ‘em said there was going to be trouble, and he looked serious about it too. Like pentapox epidemic serious.” Huo tilted her head, angling her ears to get a better read on the mysterious bell’s reverberations. “They’re headed straight for that chime too. Reckon it’s an alarm of some kind?”