Fallenreaper

Stargate - Alliances

Might have Kay head there as Joseph's got other plans once Ariadne finishes up.

Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Ellri said
We're thinking of putting this rp on hiatus for a bit. Not putting it on the executioners block, but on pause. Right now we're lacking a bit of inspiration, and not to mention, two important players (Fallen & Rtron) both have issues posting properly due to Real Life.We also need to letit simmer in our minds a bit for figuring out how to balance it more. Right now it favors the dark side a bit too much Jedi have too little hope, really. If any of you have ideas for how to solve that particular conundrum, don't keep it to yourself.

Personally a reboot, at least in my mind, might be in order. It would make it easier to establish new players, ease the old Plotlines which didn't work and what not. Though to be honest I was worried this might happen and that makes 3 rps I've lost during my lacking net period. *sigh* -_- Now I'm down to four...

As for the balance issue. I could have a few ideas which one is namely making the prison level easier to escape or at least get to in Navi's case. The little droid's POV has shown a lot outside my two PC's limitations when it comes to getting about to freeing the Jedi. Personally it wasn't much writing about him with too little pay off. I wasn't sure where I was going or what to do without instantly running into a brick way during our chats before Guildfall.

Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

"Pity...well, back to the drawing back then."

The Library

I'll give Hedya a chance to post for CTHD before hitting Valor with Emily. >_>

Stargate - Alliances

Currently, I'm still here even if RL is smacking my ass with a vengeance and limited my ability to post more then normal! XD

The Library

Alright, posted for Quartz and Nathair! ^-^

Essence of the World II: Tears do Fall

Wind Wild said
Thank you, I'll be happy to write with you again some day. :) Fingers crossed.

I would consider it an honor to write with you as well because I had a lot of fun in the scene with Solus and Zi. I hope we're able to do it again. Might even be in a rp I start myself as I've got a few ideas brewed which I've yet to bring to life, though I hope my phone acts right as well as has net once again. It will be after Blood Act ends though.

The Library

Free Billy

Quartz and Nathair

Both Nathair and Quartz had made their way off the stage. They rushed deep into the pushing crowds, men and women rushing about in utter panic, as a muffled voice rang over the screams. It was Mr. Getskilled. Quartz snorted at the PR head's late request about not making more of a fuss and "concern" over the creature's well being, mainly it's worth. It made the snake's skin quiver in anger and replied back just before his figure slithered among the many feet, vanished behind Nathair.

"It's a little late for that! Our main concern is making sure both lives, animal and human make it out alive. Personally there's better places and times to release that thing, now isn't one of them!" Quartz shouted back, his body moved forward and in front of his holder. His form pushed and shoved away to part the frantic sea of living.

Already the fight between Mime, Remia and Eowyn ended fairly quickly which caused Quartz to wonder why the Drogans had been sent out at all. Wasn't it to stop the librarians? Nathair picked up on Quartz confusion and gave his own answer to it. "It was made to cause panic. Look around, what better way to stop our then by making it harder to complete our task? We're limited by the crowd."

Quartz paused for a second, absorbing the fact which was sound and sensible. Then broke off part of the way changing his course for the wagon, the creature suctioned to the glass and head butted it until cracks had started to appear. Water started to spring from the blemishes, poured in tiny streams upon the hot sands, leaving dark spots as the water level crawled lower. If the animal continued then it was likely it wouldn't have a tank for much longer. 'Nathair, you keep heading towards the others. I'm going to delay the wagon.' He mentally ordered his Holder, Nathair's head nodded and once more returned to pushing his way through still only half way from where he was suppose to meet the others.

Meanwhile it didn't take long for Quartz to approach the wagon, his eyes watched the beast still beating against the glass and another activist trying to hush it. Quartz just mused within his mind at the fruitless effort of the man hushing the creature, sounding more like hissing then anything calming. Even Nathair knew better and would've covered the animal up, bidding it's sight from the chaos outside to sooth it's raw nerves. Not wasting his time explaining matters to the activist, Quartz slithered closer to the wagon axel. He whipped his tail about and latched upon the axel's center. Once attached, his muscles started to constrict in an attempt to break it as he pulled back to slow the wagon's way to the ocean.

Apocalyptica

Remmy's up.

Apocalyptica

Remmy

It was nighttime when headed towards Elone Medical Center, the chief makeshift Hospital and medical facility within Chico. One of the few to survive the infected's tidal wave across the USA. A massive yellow stone building with red roof, concrete paths winded around buildings and other trees leading up to it like silent sentinels in the night air. A few dim street lamps casted their faint light across the pathways leading towards the large center as Remmy made his way from shadow to shadow.

The place was mostly empty. The city's curfew was slowly being out into effect after the increasing riots, the streets slightly more lonely then they had been the day before as Remmy's eyes shifted around. Glimpses of flirting darkness brought the Cajun an intense wariness and alert. His fear was quelled by the weighed comfort of his borrowed piece pressed against his back small and the few rounds in his pockets. His form made his way to the soft jingling sounds from one of the blue CDC tents in the hot, humid air. It's tarp outside faded and aged from the relentless time that passed since the infection broke out.

Gently, Remmy pulled away the tent entrance and sighed. It seemed empty. Where the hell was she? He thought bitter as he frowned at his contact's absence, his gaze shifted to the seeping, shitty patch up job. The blood, now dried and crusted, plastered to his side. Leaning upon the tent's entrance side, Remmy inhaled softly. Inwardly he cursed his timing before suddenly a hand gripped his shoulder and jerked him inside. Surprised and unable to brace himself, Remmy's balance topples. He fell inside the tent and smacked the ground, the pain for his landed side rippled through his side.

"Shit!" Remmy cursed from the ache, his arms wrapped about his sides. A failed attempt to chase away the flames licking up his form.

"Hush, keep it down you idle brained brat! You soft in the head? Or you aimed to get arrested and tossed away?" An auburn haired and Caucasian female spat, her blue eyes fixed upon the lankier man. Her hand raised the flap to peer out, her eyes turned from Remmy. "The streets aren't safe since the 1007th have been coming around to Chico. Not with rumors of a cure running rampant like wild fire and causing riots to break all over the city."

Her head looked out for a moment longer then she jerked the flap downwards, her figure dressed in a skimpy jean shorts and oversize tee. Hair braided up in a messy style while Remmy twisted to spot her glaring expression, followed by her outstretched hand. He took a bracing breath before he placed his own into hers, hauled upright to his feet with a flinch. A soft hiss erupted out of his lips and commented upon his rough reception. "Awe, Cher. Easy on the greetin', not that I don't me it rough. I take it you're Gil?"

"Yeah, what of it?" The woman, in her middle twenties, said as her hand mounted her tilted hips. Her other reached and tugged Remmy roughly to a table, where she gestured for him to sit. She then turned to one of the medical cases on the floor and unzips it, her body hunched over and picked out cleaning supplies. "What's cha got? Wot type of wound?"

"Gunshot, right through. It just needs a stitching." Remmy casually admitted, his hand propped his descent onto the table's surface. Slowly he peeled away his shirt to revealed his wound and sloppily done patch job.

"Geeze." Gillian Graham said eyeing it then pulled out a thread and stitch, her body pushed upright once more. "Painkiller is sparse, so you'll have to do without it. How you're a tough guy, nothing more pitiful then a fully grown man crying over a bit of stitching."

She pulled closer and wiped away the blood, the thread hooked to the needle and readied for the skin. Remmy's body tensed when she began threading up the hole. Trying to aid her effort, he started to chatter. "Tell me about the current situation of Chico. I rode in, thanks to a friend, on a 1007th chopper this morning. I've heard rumors and sayin's whispered before I came here but I want to know the facts."

"Mostly rumors, fights and problems about this so called cure. From I've gathered it's some young girl but other then that, I couldn't tell you much more. I do know another woman was arrested under the crime of hiding an infected within the city and is currently being treated since she lost the baby. Turns out she was with the young kid when everything went south. The 1007th got word of it and they started to arrived lately. They've been meeting with those in charge, mumbles about Legion and military aid. It'll likely end up as it did in Evergreen." Gillian said somberly while she managed to pull the skin together, her hand worked quickly as she talked. Her eyes fixed upon the wound's condition and minded Remmy's hissings. When she finished, he watched her pull away to dispose of the needle in a bowl on top a metal tray. "There. That should hold for now and if doesn't, I'll have to stitch it up again."

"Thanks." Remmy managed to say fairly steadily and added more. "I need you to send a message to my pod, D-13."

"Oh? Fine, here," Gillian replied then passed Remmy a piece of handmade paper and old pen. "Write it there and I'll have it delivered."

Remmy began to hastily scribble out his message, his chicken scratching danced across the rough texture. Once he was done, he rolled it up then passed it back to Gillian. "Thanks, darlin'. I appreciate it very m-

Gillian's hand shoved him a bit and took the paper, stashed into her pocket. "Shut up with your flattery and hit out of here. Now."

She shoved a smiling Remmy right out of the tent and nearly on his ass. Shaking his head, the man started his way back to the trailer park where he would wait for Coltrane there. He had a lot to share with the man when came back.