Hello, big fan of Game of Thrones and A Song of Ice and Fire, was just wondering if there was still room in this RP?
I think we have the major (see: great houses) filled, but there's always option to play a minor house and watnot I imagine.
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I think we have the major (see: great houses) filled, but there's always option to play a minor house and watnot I imagine.
Posted, it's nothing to sneeze at.
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It had been a tiring wait for the other knights in service to the realm to arrive in Camelot.
Sir Ignatius had been pressed up against a stone wall as he looked over each newly arriving knight that had been called in some time ago by the Knight-Regent. Ignatius had been the first, but then again he had been in Camelot since the day Lancelot sent out lesser knights and lowborn servants to get the word out to all manners of men and women who had served the realm faithfully; thus it was no surprise he had been prepared and ready for the arrivals himself. There was also the fact he was overeager to learn why Lancelot had called so many and so abruptly— perhaps it was the Roman in him but he could feel a familiar ache in his bones that reminded him of a ill feeling. But then again, he could’ve just been anxious or paranoid. But Arthur had told him to trust his feelings in the past and it was not a fact he was going to ignore now.
We are all so gregarious today, it appears.
His lips grew a warmer grin as he looked over the first of the arrivals, though he was sure that many more were upon their way. But it was known that today would be the gathering of all of the knights and warriors that were sent for so this would not be wasted time sitting at the base of the Great Keep. The knight of latin origin crossed his arms as he looked over each individual as they arrived giving a slight nod as he stood quiet with ears open; if they addressed him, he would speak but if not he would remain contemplative and introspective.
The thought did bring to mind one fact however— how many of the knights hailed did he know personally or simply just had heard of? How many would be men or women he shared conflict with or had a worthwhile knowledge or relationship with and how many would just be mentions that were nothing more than whispers to his person? He mentally shrugged the curiosity off as he went back to his idle actions.
Alright, since we seem to be in purgatory over here— does anyone want to move the scene past the Cafeteria (unless someone has an idea for one more in it) and get to interacting before I close up the day? I know it’s been awhile since I posted as Stein but I’m trying to gauge you lot right now.
A N T — M A N
“You know you’re kind of stealing my motif.”
It seemed like Hank was right on time as far as things appeared— a wide grin underneath his helmet’s faceplate as he looked squarely at the villain that was in front of him that had attacked his mother in broad daylight. Even with the presence of a second heroic vigilante that Hank had not accounted for he was basically prepared and had prepared various quips and comments for the culprit.
“Two of you? Damn it! Who are you?”
Hank wasn’t exactly sure who the kid with the Spider motif was, but it didn’t really matter at the moment since he was looking confused like he had never dealt with molecular acceleration and manipulation technology before in his life. As Ant-Man he figured the word would’ve been out on technological concepts of molecular manipulation considering his entire first bout as Ant-Man had been dealing with a jerk who was aping on his father’s technologies in the first place but good press was hard to get. He’d have to make a mental note of talking to someone in news to get his name out there; after all, he was an avenger and didn’t deserve this kind of ignorance!
“I go by many names. Today I’ll be the guy who’s kicking your ass.”
He shook his head.
“I’ve come too far to get what I deserve to be outwitted by the likes of costumed morons!”
“Sir, I have a 11th level intelligence, so that is kind of rude.”
The villain charged him, blasting his particle gun in the process, with a grumble as Hank dodged the blasts with a few subsequent flips as he tightened his fists.
“I don’t care if you have a 20th level intelligence, you aren’t stopping me!” His left hand slammed on a switch on his belt as a loud 'beep' clicked that at their height sounded like a bullhorn. Before Hank could react the room filled with a thick smoke and he felt the crunch of a fist hitting his face knocking him back into a crushed up roll of paper as his enemy turned back to 'human' size as soon as he connected his attack with Hank.
Well, this isn’t going to be as fast as I thought.
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When you look back on posts from a couple months+ ago and you realise there are so many other things you wish you had added/could change about the scenarios you'd written out because it would have made them a bajillion times better ;w;
Change the bolded to years for me and I definitely agree with the sentiment. Lots of nostalgic regret.
...is an archaic term used to address inferiors, sometimes as an expression of contempt
The definition and usage of Sirrah came to my mind when reading that post leaving me rather confused why that guard wasn't eating his teeth after he was informed who he was dealing with. XD
gud I was hoping they wouldn't say no
Naat Reath
A better idea would not to deal with a Hutt.
Naat’s comprehension of other languages outside of Galactic Basic may have been rusty at best but she didn’t need to be fluent to get the gist of the conversation. Hutt’s were cunning devious manipulators at best and Naat had no interest in owing any favors to an overgrown slug with a power complex even if they were “independent”— especially considering what had happened the last time she had trusted a Hutt.
Under her first master, Echuu Shen-Jon, Naat had seen firsthand what the effects of allowing a Hutt to intervene in your mission resulted in. The terminology that the less “virtuous” side of society called it was pretty apt— favors for favors; and that was exactly what happened. Jabba the Hutt had played the Jedi like fools and convinced them that the only way they were going to get timely information would be through his aid. It was only an ironic coincidence that benefited Jabba that his rival he wanted removed from power had aligned with the Separatists and their agenda. Naat still felt strongly about the issue despite it being one of the more brief moments of her early career as a Jedi Commander. But in the present she knew it was rather illogical to be picky given their current situation and the dangers that were stalking them not too far behind.
But she still wanted to find an alternative— preferably one without strings attached. There had to be an option on Coruscant, a planet filled to the brim with opportunity and a vast sea of options no matter what walk of life you were from or what sector you lived in. She let a light sigh as she looked to answer Charuri’s comment.
“I don’t trust anything remotely involving a Hutt.” She stated, honestly. “There are too many strings attached— strings of favors, manipulation of information. If she knows we are Jedi she will betray us just to get extra credits in her account.”
She wasn’t sure if Charuri agreed with her if it was potentially possible in the window they had, but they had to try. Indebting and trusting a Hutt was suicide.
“If we could get a quick change of clothes, get settled on any number of the transport ships leaving on the current date, and keep moving without manipulative aid it would result better for us. Though, there is the other optionable fact— if you can get me behind the console of a ship, I can pilot it.”
Naat took another breath out of nervousness.
“Anything is better than indebting ourselves to a Hutt.”
Apparently that post just happened, sorry to have you guys wait on my flakey ass. =)
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