Fallenreaper

Apocalyptica

Zombiedude101 said
Yo, Fallen - got something of a reply for you up on the Google Doc. Lemme know what you think.

I'll get to that tonight, thanks!

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Kestrel said
Sure. With that edit you may put it in the CS thread :DHah. This got a lot of interest fast, but sure. Though I might actually have to close shop after (that's been a while)

Lol, poor Rtron. He ends up getting a bit ill and suddenly there's a spur of activity though the good thing with the number of PCs, we might be able to mix and match our teams easier. Namely when the missions end. *looks at missions and shakes head at Kestrel* Mash ideas much? :P

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Kestrel said
Sidenote: currently working on missions to add. I'm writing them up as we speak.

About time, ya lazy bum! :p

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Kestrel said
Ah right. You know it's odd but Cerianis' CS is rare in that I can say it's allowed to be more powerful on numerous occasions ;p

Might want to make some suggests? That usually helps me get brain storming and what not so it might work for Ceri. :p

Stargate - Alliances

Sep said
Oh taking Tonak for a fool are we.If you plan on keeping him around, please be advised as everyone knows... I can be a bitch to PCs/NPCs early on. In the tempest our first hyperspace drop out had everyone injured and the ship badly damaged.

Joseph never thanked you for allowing me the chance to injury his arm. :p

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Cerianis said 2. Flaming Bidenhänder: a two-handed long sword that is covered in flames when put to use and burns everything that is touched except Deneaerys. [*Active]The sword may also shoot a single fireball that produces [POW * 0.2] dmg to opponents. CD=1

Not to be rude or a smart ass, but I think she has one there. It's just crammed together.

-Add on-

Kestrel said
I think team Empire would actually had the best shot at getting to the beacon first... Which is kinda depressing when you consider we had a team consisting out of an emotionally distraught woman who got her legs banged up a lot. Another emotionally distraught woman who got her legs banged up a lot, a guy who pledged alliance to the enemy and rather wanted to get off the mountain than climb higher and a middle aged crazy person who lost use of a hand.

Unlikely, if the rp had continued...Morgan would've likely became a Berserker or something akin to it if Cecil had died. (Also on a side, note, Rtron's CS might take longer as he's a little ill. >_< That and I'm working with him about having both Seth and Emily having a little bit of history together, namely growing up together. So not trying to cause some mission tension farther down the road. *lies* :P)

Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Jayda

A heat, heavy and bothersome, had settled in her core. Its violence seemed to threaten to consume her from the inside out as her boots clicked against the floor, each step brought her quickly along. It wasn't the first time her emotions had threatened to purge all common sense from her, though what disturbed her most was fact it was provoked from her and above else she could've risked her own life. Her mind repeated the battle. Over and over, the images flickered in perfection against her thick skull. More emotions churned to spread to her surroundings. Them seemed to have a mind of their own, willful and untamed despite her efforts to regain control. Why had she been so stupid?

A question seemed to have no answer, only a foul result in the end. She hadn't expected any of her strikes to land. Not once, but it had. Her mind filled with Lord Namore's scream while her ear pounded from the sound of her twin hearts. Boom, boom, boom, rapid and unsteady air seemed to be caught in her lungs. The air seemed too heavy to breathe anymore, even if she would've died without it. Jayda absentmindedly picked up her pace. Already her thumb had pressed her lightsaber button and caused the blade to hiss then disappear, her digit retracted back to its original position. However it was impossible to return it to her side. The Zabrak's fingers wrapped tighter about the hard handle, gripping with her strength, as she brushed pass the moving her bodies. Thankfully both staff and crew, even the Acolytes, had been too occupied in their current tasks to note her struggles. If they had, then it wasn't likely she would've been able to control herself from lashing out. Already her hands seemed to tremble from the battle's aftermath and its effect seemed to race up her arm, revealed from the severed slash in the sleeve. The skin marred by the fresh scars underneath. A painful reminder Jayda had avoided looking upon. Mainly out of fear Sish's wounds would've rekindled what Jewel had started. The more she thought, the greater her desperation to be out of sight became.

It showed in her movements in her rush down the long, wounding hallways until finally her room came into sight. Her quarters were just a little farther while a lump surged into the back of her throat. All along the way, Jayda had managed, in some way, to gather the will to force herself to keep moving. Her figure had darted pass any warm bodies and even managed not to attract her Master's attention. For how long was a mystery but she was certain it wouldn't be for long. Logically she should've headed to the medical bay and gotten her wounds tended to, that was the only logical reasoning. Sadly, she wasn't thinking clearly but instead felt like a scared animal backed up into a corner.

At the panel, she abruptly came to a stop. Her unoccupied hand raised then tried to click across the panel's buttons. Her fingers shook terribly then caused the panel to deny her with a loud beep. In reaction, her knuckles whitened as the grip on her lightsaber grew. The dark thought of merely slicing the machine came to her mind before she shoved it back down. Now here or now, she snapped despite pain from her losing battle against the thin within her mind. At least, she finally heard the hiss of the door open. Without wasting more time, Jayda rushed through the opening which shut shortly behind her. Finally behind closed walls, her ridge control tried to remain until the end. It wasn't going to happen much to the Apprentice's irritation as her legs carried her across the room.

Smack!

Her lips bore a growl when her knee slammed into the dresser, her voice rang out in a snarl at her distracted mind. Breath became shallow and rapid when the dread filled her the moment her mind had started to lose what little ground she had managed to keep. The lightsaber dropped from her hand, her nails dug into the dresser edge to keep her upright. It clearly didn’t aid her as her body started to sink slowly to one knee. Every inch of her was quaking in wave after wave, unable to stop it, increasing her helplessness until she let out yell.

“*Ven res golta kaio het I'shuree orana!” Her words came out in Ul’Zabrak and filled the empty room.

Once she tapped into her hatred, the rage that started to burn and tug at her control. Her mind slipped into numbness as her legs forced herself upwards. Her force oozed out, erupted once more, while she let herself be consumed. Her arms scattered whatever was upon the dress and littered the floor, her fury provided a barrier between her and the thing clawing within her mind. Unable to coop, she reached deeper into the emotion. Let it swallow her until that was all she felt and drive the thing back. The dresser immediately was shoved to the side and tilted over. Her arms hooked underneath, her body filled with heat while she jerked it upward. A heavy crash met her ear yet she didn’t stop. The carnage edged to the bed where the mattress easily ripped under her nails, the insides scattered within the room. Covering it in white material like fallen snow. Nothing was spared unless it could with stand her pain and misery’s warpath. The scene she wrath wasn’t lost to her memory as it was suppressed for another time.

*Get the fuck out of my head!

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Kestrel said
Yeah, you were in three worlds right? I think anyway, 'cause I mostly just read the Empire posts. They were like the only group that stuck together ;p

And if you would've read, the ones mostly banged up to boot. XD

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Crossark said
But Free, David Bowie let's our babies dance.So Lyn will be more happy with him around.

Doesn't he kidnap a baby as the Goblin King in the Labyrinth movie? XD

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Toxic Diamond said
Hey guys, due to a lot of stuff (mostly unpaid bills and my lack of a backbone) I've had to give up my wifi so I can still afford necessities. Since it is going to be nearly impossible to keep RPing I'm just going to leave the Rping world until I can afford it again. I;m so, so sorry for anything this will mess up, but I literally have no way to keep doing excepts for maybe once every few months. I will definitely keep up with the story when I can. again, I'm really sorry.

Real life is a bitch true enough and to be honest, I rather you focus on the important crap then worry about this. I will put your PC away for a while and feel free to join whenever you can again, be in it in this Act or another. Good luck Toxic.