Foster

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Yes. Yes you could have. :P

@Mystic Song

Yes, but at what (literal) cost?
-It's not like he could've taken monthly-payments.

If not for the clothes on her back, how else would one have afforded new clothes?
*That or sell her to a well-to-do just to avoid paying the cost-of-living.

Plausible if he suspected she wouldn't have survived the winter, or seemed happier as such.

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Right, should probably pick a different pairing...

Heya, I am new here >.<

Foster's guide on how to crank-out words like a choo-choo train of thought:

1. Re-state everything your character(s) saw from their unique perspective(s)

a. This helps other players get a feel for where your character is, and how much you understand is going-on OOCly (out-of-character = how you in real life understand the situation)
b. This also gives the other players a feel for your character's mood, tone of speech, and other finer-details that may be important to other people.
c. Also, if you're away for a ridiculously long time, it tends to also explain "where the hell have you been?!" in the story

2. Use multiple paragraphs to organize the post so people know when you're changing the perspective of the story/narration.

3. Format the general flow of actions to "things that have happened, and how I feel about it", "what am I doing about those things right now", with "what I expect to happen/accomplish, and how I would deal with it", the last part is nice if you end-up away from the interwebz and people have to guess/assume what your character would do.

4. State the name of your character and the names of characters you are interacting with, often.
-Character-Names work like this: Use it or lose it.

I'm tempted to copy-paste this into my bio, good idea?

Bring me rp partners! 18+ (Now accepting MxM rps!)

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Does this mean I could have sold your character into slavery in our last RP?

These are the voyages of the Heavy Hand; Foster and Murasaki

Mutan's father was shocked to hear his youngest child speak to him with such a tone, but nevertheless maintained his authoritative composure as he continued with a frustrated sigh.

"Yes, we're all well aware of how skilled your new pilot is at inserting a small craft through a tiny window for re-entry, as well as some of his... better-documented claims to being able to safely make a jump within atmosphere without completely destroying the ship he's in. As for Adria... She has a checkered past, but Brixton seemed most pleased to hear she was on-board your crew when he came to us."

Adria, who was at first busy eating, slowed to a dead-stop when she inferred that it was only through Brixton's hand that they were entrusting their daughter under her care for this mission. Isaac took what he heard as a compliment to the entire crew, and continued eating.

"The idea is that we can modify your ship's boat to act as a privateer, and provide your ship with a few mercenaries and agents who will be inserted into the ground-station at Stardust. Hopefully with what information they can find, your crew would be able to gain the trust of these raiders; figure out what they're doing, and help us lay a trap for them."

Erika glanced over to him, eyes pleading; "Daddy..."

"Oh, and your sister is going to be one of those informants. Tenna will be accompanying her on the surface. The reason being is that these convoys... they're shipments of our anagathics... Mortimer has already noted in the past how hard it is to come-by, and her monthly dosage is becoming-due. So we thought it best to send her to the source for her treatments until a safe supply-route can be re-established."

These are the voyages of the Heavy Hand; Foster and Murasaki

Adria was the first to take-up Tenna's hospitality after Mutan, "Coffee with thick cream, three sugars. Two lightly fried-eggs, over-easy; bacon on the side with three flapjacks. If you've got any maple syrup to go with some butter that'd be nice." She managed to drum out her artery-clogging full English breakfast as though it were something on her bucket-list.

"Uh, I wouldn't want to trouble you too much under my account--" Isaac was interrupted when an anonymous-boot kicked him in the shin, "two hard biscuits with sausage and gravy, bowl of buttered grits with maple syrup, and a glass of orange juice." Isaac for once was a bit at a loss for words, not really sure of what limits the kitchen had, he fell-back onto something simple in his haste to stop talking.

Mortimer nodded when he was sure the other two were done, "The usual of course, Tenna. Hot tea with a side of milk, and a ham and cheese omelet." Mortimer didn't exactly approve of Mutan's habbits, even though for now her treatments generally kept them from doing any lasting damage; his expression was that typical of a doctor watching a patient rebel against their precautions right in front of them.

Mutan's parents weren't quite so uptight about a little lung-carcinogens, being recreational-smokers themselves; as evidenced by a small pile of stubs already smoldering like incense in an ashtray. Her father pulled up the manila-folder and decided to give them the preliminary-briefing:

"Colonel Brixton here has informed me that several convoys have gone missing from Starbase twenty-eight dash one; along with their ships and crew. I believe Doctor Knell is still aware of its proximity to a pirate-base. It would be a good idea to see if this was an inside-job, what was hoped to be accomplished, and if at all possible to salvage what you can from the errant convoy. Also, if you could find the pirate-base anddisrupt their operations, that would be appreciated as well."

These are the voyages of the Heavy Hand; Foster and Murasaki

"Oh alright. I'll go tell them you're here." Erika sighed as she rolled her eyes at her little-sister's last-second decision to nitpick with her crew, at the very steps of the house, despite this placing them at risk of being late. To her, it had felt like they'd been walking for hours, and probably wouldn't have minded any small-talk with the crew, particularly any amusing stories of her sister.

The trio pretty much received a fully-articulate and verbalized reminder to not make a fool of her or themselves, and maybe -just maybe- they'd get trusted with a mission that didn't grate on everybody's nerves. Afterwards, Mutan had swung the door open to reveal a foyer that fully appeared to be impossibly-bigger than the building itself, filled with close friends, relatives, and idle-servants lining the sides; wishing them all well.

Adria finally managed to find another servant willing to take her duffel-bag full of guns & clothing, which amusingly enough the heft did not appear to sway her in the slightest. Damn sturdy servants she's got. the engineer thought to herself as she watched it effortlessly being carried up the staircase over her shoulder.

Isaac was watching too, but for entirely different reasons until Morty elbowed his side.

They were then greeted by the re-appearance of Erika from the left alcove, and told to quickly follow her back to the dinner-table for a quick bite to eat and to discuss their needs with the parents, who were casually having brunch amidst stacks of papers with a large manila folder being most prominent in front of them.

These are the voyages of the Heavy Hand; Foster and Murasaki

Mortimer gave a respectful bow towards Erika when introduced, noticing how much she had grown since they'd last met, but was too polite to mention it; he knew she was still doing anagathics.

She turns towards her crew, "This is my older sister, Erika."

@murasaki

Isaac probably didn't need a reminder to play it cool and not try to steal anything or engage in shenanigans with anyone he'd meet on her parents' island planet. This however, did not mean he was not to show-off and brag; especially towards her sister if she gave a willing ear. During the walk he quietly tried to brainstorm what could possibly impress Erika, or 'E' as 'M' had called her.

Adria on the other hand was thankful for the heads-up that this person was not a servant to be bossed-around like the others, since she was just about ready to hand-toss a large duffel-bag in her direction. Doing her best not to sigh at the lost-opportunity to get out of hauling any of the luggage, she re-adjusted the bag's shoulder-strap and followed.

A single thought that hit both crewmembers was how much older, and while following behind looked to Mortimer for answers since they looked almost exactly the same age. Mortimer quietly answered in the blind with a hand behind his back indicating several years difference.

Aside from this, the walk was not all too quiet, as the path was filled with onlookers who wanted to catch an up-close glimpse of Mutan's return -and the people she was travelling with these days- even if her stay was only temporary; a matter which her parents would likely wish to discuss in addition to whatever official business they had.

When they finally did reach the main-building, it was of course bigger up-close than it was outside in the distance.

The Angel Dragon

*wonder aloud how a horse-skeleton can become bipedular, since their ribcage and such aren't built for it any better than a human is built to walk doing the handstand*

*applies suspension of disbelief and gratuitous amounts of magic*

Plus humanoids may be easier to draw.

Now that I've said it, nobody else has to, right?

Does anyone remember this show?

*Was about to instinctively say yes before viewing video*

Apparently I'm too old and western for that shit.
-released in 1999 using technology from 1993 by the crew working their ass off keeping-up with Star Trek: Enterprise's S-F/X demands.

That show was literally drawn using a toaster, and for its time put all other animation to shame.

Anyways, that [Lyokos] looked like a rather promising show