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>That awkward moment when you learn the religious revival movement you were headin was actually a vehicle for a Lovecraftian Abomination masquerading as a God to jack your body and take over the world
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>That moment when you realize that you can only do fandom RPs because you're bad at original characters. This is what I get for never playing DnD
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Well there goes that idea. The Destroyer I wanted to use isn't a canon ship by any means. Oh well, I'll find something else.
The Cloud
June 25th
8:15 AM


Traveling through the Cloud was a strange feeling, It was like falling, the ground vanishing under you s your mind was shunted through the network of servers that made up the Cloud's dataspace to your chosen destination. Everything faded away and then restructured itself, pixelated and built, almost like one was drawing. But he didn't mind it too much. It was a feeling that he had grown used to from long usage of the Cloud, and the fact that this might be the basis for a new reality, for a new step in human evolution, was enough for him to assume that this discomfort was only a temporary thing.

Reality resolving into focus, Kenneth found himself in front of a pulsing nightclub, a flickering neon sign naming this place as the 'Moulin Rouge". Some joker with a taste for french or movies had named it probably, and he didn't particularly care either way. It wasn't exactly seedy, but the neighborhood it inhabited, dark and foreboding, with much of a downtown nighttime LA vibe to it, wasn't the most inviting. This was one of the seedier places in the Cloud, if such a description could be given.

But he was undaunted and stepped forward and through the doors, almost immediately bombarded with pulse pounding music and flashing lights of different colors, people yelling and dancing to the music. a press of bodies on the floor while others lounged around. He pushed through the crowd, sidling up to the bartender and drawing his attention. "I'm looking for Jimmie," he said in a raised voice to be heard over the bass and the sound of people.

The bartender looked him over, gaze fixing for a few seconds on the metal and chrome that made up his faceplate, then nodded towards a corner of the club. Kenneth nodded and moved away, weaving through the crowd to the corner booth where Jimmie Falcone could be found. The man was an old friend of Kenneth's, before he'd had his revelation, but it wasn't a secret that he had his ties to organized crime in LA. If there was someone who could help him out in finding Foreman, it would be him.

"Long time no see Jimmie," he said as he slid into the booth across from the man. "It's been a while."
Daniel was able to relax, though his eyes alertly scanned the restaurant and the people within just in case, a bit of attention paid to the muted tv to see if they would show up on it. That would make for an awkward situation, though the fact that it was muted helped. The last thing he needed was to be confronted by a group of angry truckers. Not that he couldn't handle it, but it was a distraction he didn't need.

Soon enough the waitress returned with their food, and Daniel nodded his thanks. First, a sip of milk to wet his throat, before he turned to his food, cutting up the pancakes and drizzling syrup on them before he got to eating, once in a while adding a sip of milk or sausage.

He glanced from his food to Alexis with her hushed question. "Of course," he replied succinctly. "But I'm good at hiding it. If you look like you've got something to hide, you just draw attention. Besides, after a while I learned to just stop worrying over things I can't control. Now I just take things as they come." He shrugged before taking another bite of pancake.
The sky flashed a growing yellow and blue as the sun crested the tips of the mountains far off in the distance. Valtare rose from his bed with a groan, a yawn, and a growl all mixed into one, not too much of a morning person, yet he was one by habit. As a part of the royal staff, he didn't get the luxury of sleeping in, and as a result, he usually woke early.

From bed he rose, stretching muscled limbs before he marched over to the dresser to prepare for the day. In the mirror he could see himself, though it as dirty, with slightly silver skin, brown hair, and sharp canines. It was weird, this human form, but he'd grown used to it from long periods of being in it. Thanks to the inherent magic that all dragons possessed, he could shift from the form of a silver dragon to this, a more humanoid form that met somewhere in the middle. He put on a tunic and pants, simple affair yet also fitting that of a royal servant.

Ready, he headed out the door and down the hall to wake his charge. He moved at a decent clip, not rushing, but not strolling along either. The day affairs of a Princess were well full of activity and work, and he had to make sure that she got to them on time, or else it would bode bad things for him. Arriving at the wooden door that stood as the barrier between the hallway and the room of his princess and childhood friend, Valtare paused for a few seconds, before rapping on the door to see if she was awake.
Of course,I get SG1, so that should be fun.
Well, Calhoun said we can't destroy the eggs,but Joshua raises a good point.
Aww, you're no fun. Well, the other idea was a Destroyer, so it should be fine. Now I just gotta decide if I want to use it or something from a different SF work.
When I've decided myself I'll let you know.

EDIT: So, how do you feel about 8690 meter long Dreadnoughts with main guns that have giga/teraton yield outputs?
Ah well, I was thinking of bringing in a ship from an SG NRP that you won't find in the guild, and I just thought I should check.
It's possible. Like I said, I don't really remember.

So, can we bring in ships from AU's, or does it have to be straight canon?
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