Fallenreaper

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Alright who is all around?

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Attention, all WIP Players (Players with characters that Writing In Progress). Any progress made with your CS yet? We want to get you all set and done before discussing on if we need to post an int chk or not to pull in new players. Those on the list are as follows:
@Tiberious
@Kalas
@Kentsukan
@Luna

Sound off in the OoC, within 4 days, if you're still interested and get to work on those CSes.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@Ellri

Granted.

@Rtron

Hahaa

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lyn

Lyn felt worry grip her heart when the Wood Elf looked down. Her eyes shifted from Lyn’s outreached hand to the snow elf, her lips locked in a scowl, then casually looked away. She turned her nose up at them both while she returned to watch for signs the line was diminishing, her foot tapping the whole time. When it had started to move, her eyes widened at the sight of the demons replacing the horse and seemed to think better of it before walking off elsewhere. It was obvious the Wood Elf hadn’t want anything to do with the child or the newcomer-or the carousel now- causing Lyn to lower her hand. Her face fell into disappointment though she tried, miserably, to hide it.

She bit her lip, wondering if she had done something wrong.

Any more thoughts were casted away when Meirin gripped Lyn’s small hand. The child looked up and smiled, her fingers reflexively tightened and her feet started to move, following close behind. The crowd seemed to have thinned since her uncle summoned the demons as many others started to shift uncomfortable from the attraction. This gave Lyn a good look at it and fear edged into surface. Not because she didn’t trust Tyrael’s demons, but rather she spotted children, alone, getting off quickly. The idea of riding by herself wasn’t a comforting one in her mind.Her body immediately pushed against the red haired woman, fearful the woman would up leaving her behind and vanish if she released her hold.

When they walked up the wooden steps she heard Meirin speak which made her fear dissolve a bit. Her mouth opened to speak softly through she still could only manage sounds. “Tee-thh-hh…”

She gave up after a moment of two of trying. Giving Meirin a sheepish, defeated look, she spoke through the rune. ’Thank you. And I tried to say it, but... ‘

A little sigh came from her as she looked at the horse, and climbed up. When finally seated, she held onto the pole sticking out of the beast’s back while she waited. The moment it started she would squeal in surprise, her body shifted with the movement, and then start to giggle at the sensation. It would last a bit before the staff began to shout for the riders to get off. Through she enjoyed it, Lyn knew there was still the petting zoo to experience and her curiosity was peaked by Meirin’s description.

Mar

Mar’s eyebrow arched in confusion as she spotted the girl standing outside her den, holding a tray. It was filled with sugared fruits, a salad, bread, cheese and not a single trace of meat on it. It was obvious a mistake. The was easily to recognize with the crown upon her head, the jewels glinting and shimmering in the twilight red. She had seen Summer, as she learned her name from Lyn, was among one of her daughter’s playmates.

”With the opening feast being underway, it's expected. Mar said, her eyes fixed in uncertainty one the platter.

Slowly the Naga’s hand pushed the door open and she slithered back. Her figure slithered back enough to allow the human in. The den entrance lead to a stairwell that lowered the smoothed out dirt floor, making anyone above six foot have to slouch downward to crawl through and reach to larger main room. There was the normal settings from a desk and chair to their bed, clearly left unmade during their morning romp. Beside the bed was a table, small and very elegantly carved from the college, which Mar pointed to.

”Put it there,”Mar stated the. Recalled something Athalus said and added with a slight struggle,”...please.”

After a few moments, the Naga twisted upon her snake like tail and commented. ”I don't think that's my order. Mainly as there's no raw or cooked meat whatsoever. However taking it back is pointless and I'm sure you've not eaten.”

Mar inhaled and continued. “You are one of my daughter’s playmates, Summer?”

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~| Day 2, 16:00-16:10 GST|~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Sith training room|~
~|Jayda|~

Jayda’s boots thumped heavily the metal grates. Each step was weighed down by anger, confusion and more. The sound clicked repeatedly in her sharp ears as she was relieved she managed to avoid Corr, distrusting the Sith not to exploit it. On impulse her feet increased the rate she moved to gain more distance from her quarters. Her breath was shallow and rapid as she ignored the pain her weakness caused. Each emotion was tossed into a swirling void she hadn’t gotten under control. It spin faster and threatened to overwhelm her control, a fact she needed to change soon.

Resisting the emotions throbbing in her once calm center, Jayda kept her relentless pace up until she reached the upper decks. It was more on instinct than actual planning that her feet led her here. If there hadn’t been walls confining her then she was certain she would’ve merely kept onward and never stopped, even when she collapsed. The one thing she missed on Iridonia was the open desert caverns and shorelines. Whenever her emotions failed to obey her, there was always somewhere she could work off it off.

That wasn’t the case here and even if there was, she wa in no condition to do it.

Unwillingly, her mind brought her father to surface in her mind’s focus causing her to pause abruptly in her next step. Everything seemed to still around her as if the world had been put on pause. However, her storm raged on more violently without notice and felt like she would shatter to pieces. Sish’s laughter and his mention of her father being a Jedi lingered in her mind.

Was it true?

She thought bitterly, unable to shake the distinct sensation the shit eating lizard hadn’t been fully wrong. Her hands tightened into fists causing her nails to draw her own blood. The red, much like humans, dripped down the skin’s surface and fell to the floor in a steady rhythm that her sharp ears seemed deaf to. She didn’t understand why he would’ve kept something like that from her. Or worse, that Sish, the very definition of filth and venom, would have figured it out before herself. In the end, Jayda wasn’t sure who she was more pissed at. Herself, Sish, or her father.

The anger stayed for only a few moments before it started to fade behind another strong emotion. Her guilt slithered and coiled around her, tightening its grip while she thought back to the earlier scene. She let her back press against the nearby wall just outside the training room’s entrance and slid down into a sitting position. Idly, she reached for her lightsaber and tugged it free from her belt. It slide in her hand easily where she stared at it hard. Deep inside, the purple Hurrikaine crystal that powered her weapon was actually her father’s. Dismantled from his old one and her own rehashed with suitable parts, it was purely designed for elegance and dangerous efficiency at defending herself. Or even killing now.

Her other hand reached to trace the black, flora design upon the handle as she let memories flood her mind. Some as early as her childhood to present, making her wonder if her decision to follow Sish was fully the correct one.

She was easily easily reminded her of her condition when she slouched too far to one side. She scrunched her nose in dislike and hissed softly, her head turned to the source and tilted to straighten her back. To ease her discomfort she used her free hand to push herself up and breathed slowly, letting the pain fade some. It surprisingly calmed and draw her attention to something other than herself.

Inhaling, Jayda spoke out loud to the empty space imaging her father before her. She didn’t expect any real solutions to come from it. In her worse moments it gave her more strength and helped her to survive the world’s horrors. “I wonder, Father. What would you think of me if you could see me now? What I’ve become? Would you be disappointed or proud I chose my own path?”

No answer as expected, her head lowering in depression. So many questions pounded in her mind that it was hard to imagine they would end, her thoughts drifting into an absence of thought for a moment. Jayda sighed then leaned her head back against the hardened metal, letting the rough surface dig into her skull. She was starting to wonder if she had made the right choice in the end while she started to move upward. Her hand braced against as she raised, getting to her feet as she clipped her weapon back onto her belt. Feeling confident enough, she began to walk. Mentally she was considering her options to help her avoid her quarters for at least another hour or more.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lol

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Might see how black works in contrast for Vigilante... at least for a trial period.

And the fact that Goldenrod is the name... well, that just seems too perfect for the Aquilifer.

Any criticism on colour in my posts, feel free to let me know. I'd rather it be easy to get through the stuff I'm putting up here than have it be a chore and a strain on anyone's eyes.

@Hound55

Goldenrod I can attest works well against Gray as I use it for one of my PCs in another rp. Lighter colors usually work best to prevent eye strain like the few below.

skyblue
palegreen
salmon
steelblue

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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I'm sorry... tell your Dad that too.

Also tell him I'm sorry for Jay Cutler as well.

I mean, I didn't have anything to do with him... but SOMEONE should be made to apologize for that...

@Hound55

I wouldn't know what you're talking about and rather avoid it. XD I like living!!!

Looks like I might have to toy with font colours a bit in my posts.

Make it a bit easier on the eyes.

@Hound55

NMS put my link to a Color list in the OP if that helps.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

<Snipped quote by Fallenreaper>

I agree. It is bad enough that your Dad is a Bears fan...

...I'm sorry. I tuned everything else out after that.

@Hound55

Both of them would murder you. :p

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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Well, at least you were not with Michigan State or Iowa. As an Ohio State fan, those loses were embarrassing (MSU being more embarrassing).

@Dedonus

I refuse to have a team at all... in any sport. It's bad enough my Dad's a Bear's fan and mom's Colts. When those two went to the superbowl, it was living purgatory in my house. Everyone was smart enough to avoid save for those unfortunate enough to live there!