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9 yrs ago
Current @Spirit me too friend, me too. @Rin, oh, so you meant that..... that would certainly be great. If FGO does gather enough people, it'd be great to play the novels again
9 yrs ago
@Rin Are we just not counting FGO USA? Or do you mean like a full release of all the content on the Japanese version? lol
9 yrs ago
Trying to get back into things around here.
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10 yrs ago
FE:Fates is collecting dust in the sidelines while I'm busy Responses won't come until tomorrow Sorry to all of you whom I RP with. Feel free to godmod my characters as it seems fit
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10 yrs ago
Not gonna be around much today. Tests have finally hit me full force. Sorry to all my RP's.

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Alastro, The Mantis Scoundrel


Luckily, Alastro had made a name for himself in the past galactic years. He had reknown as a talented and capable, if lazy, bounty hunter.

He had also used his silver tongue to get himself and his armored companion into this particular meeting in a warehouse with the Childs of the Emperor, or whatever their name might be. Used a favor Skull-face Tyrlon owed him for saving his ass that one time.

Now, he wished he hadn't traded in that favor. Because this meeting was absolutely boring.

Hell, they weren't even offering refreshments for the intergalactic travelers, and even when they had been so nice as to get off their arses and get into the meeting. They were all just kind of waiting for something.

"Boy, this better be good." Alastro scoffed.

No matter how much tension or how powerfully evil these guys were, Alastro would have none of it. He came here for a job, and he would get it done one way or the other.

"If this doesn't get interesting soon, I'll be going to check with the Republic guys. Bet they got a mark or two they want erased." The Mantis sighed.

He gained one or two looks filled with disapproval, but he really did not care.

He shook his wings some and accomodated back into his seat with a frown in his face.

Regardless of how boring the meeting was, Alastro had been paid to get himself and one other guy (he couldn't tell what they were because of the armor they were eewearing) into it. It was a shady mission from a shady individual, but credits are credits, even without the details of the mission.

Besides, it was a pretty easy mission, just get themselves into the meeting, and he could even get some new job in here, one that left him with considerable money afterwards as to spend at least a year or two drifting about without a care in the world.




Julis, Darth Ianthinus


Nar Shaddaa. Where scoundrels, criminals and other psychopaths gathered.

Julis always thought of herself as better than them while she was a Jedi, more 'good'. Now, she felt the same. She felt herself better than them, but not because of a loose term like 'morals', but because of her power and position inside the Children of the Emperor.

Soon enough, not even these scoundrels would be left standing, so the Dark Jedi thought to herself.

That's quite enough of Julis' personal ambitions, let's move on to the reason she is visiting such a criminal hellhole with her mask and cape on.

The Children Of The Emperor had a meeting planned with several crime lords. Julis did not know the exact details of the meeting, she had not bothered to ask neither would the higher ups told her even if she asked. Her job at present was to guard and defend the Children Of The Emperor should any Jedi show himself.

So, as they moved towards the warehouse where the meeting would take place, she was looking out for any suspicious movement or ship, OR New Republic ship in sight.

Her lightsaber was firmly hooked to her belt and she was ready should any problem arise. Today was, seemingly, pretty important for the Children of the Emperor, after all.
@GrafRoy Zeppeli

Well, a florist never refuses to pluck one more flower, that's all I have to say... Hehehe. ;p


I... somehow feel a bit uneasy after reading this. Regardless (OF EVERYTHING), Aoba will still fall madly in love.
All right! I'm gonna put that into my post, then. Still writing it up, though @VitaVitaAR, what should Julis be doing at the time? She'd also be at the meeting? Or do I write her up as being somewhere else (though still on the planet).
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Obviously the New Republic team wouldn't get close to the meeting given its apparent security so maybe having the Republic pay a bounty hunter to smuggle Lyra in would be the logical decision then get her back out and to the New Republic team? Unless we intended for the team to go to the meeting?

Anyways, would any bounty-hunters/mercs like to adopt Lyra? :P


I'm up for this job. I was just writing about Alastro and how he's bored out of his mind. He could use a reason to stay at the meeting too.
@KoL Only because that is Lancer from Fate/Extra CCC (also because of the cosplay and stuff) my character will fall madly in love with her.

There's no other way around it, sorry, you are stuck with the dramatic nerd, whether you want it or not.

Just a heads up, now I'm gonna go back to being dead for a while.
The Crusades In The Afterlife Of Sakura Aoba; Continuation


The girl I asked to pinch me looked at me as if I had three head, though she still complied with my request. Though when I didn't wake up from the dream after the harsh pinch the girl gave me, I started to worry a bit more.

Was it indeed not a dream and this was in fact some kind of twisted afterlife? Nah, can't be. My imagination is flying a bit too much.

Should make a comic about that later, though.

My thoughts are derailed when the lights go out and several students gasp with fear. Ah, if I just were popular, women would be leaning forward towards me for me to shelter them from whatever scary monsters might be hiding in the dark...

Though I say so, I don't think I'd stand the physical contact for too long so it is better like this, not to mention that I am so skinny I could protect nothing with these tiny arms of mine. Besides, all of my efforts are better used at thinking up new comics. God knows I need to make better comics. I left school for 'em, after all.

In any case, I need to figure a way out of this dream, and the people are starting to crowd a bit too much for what I am comfortable with. I should go look for a nice and lonely corner where I can get my thoughts back in order and stop fantasizing about this.

"And if worst comes to worst, mom will wake me up. It'll be a harsh scolding afterwards but well, better than staying stuck in this dream."

At this point, I think I was trying a bit too hard to convince myself of the fact that this was a dream. Maybe because I don't know what I'll do if I'm really dead. But that's not possible, right?

What kind of heaven looks like a school and has hot girls as Student Council presidents? Not one of 'em showed up in Buddhism, more like I should've been reincarnated, don't cha think?

"ARGH! I'm so confused right now!" I hold my head between my hands. "I should get another helping of rice to help me relieve this headache." I sigh.
Mikoto always plays for keeps, sadly. Maybe he can convince Kaori of joining the Red Sages, I dunno.
Don't worry, there's a paper with his in her pocket.

That's his trademark jutsu, the Number-in-pocket-no-jutsu.
I'm done with me post. Lemme know if I screwed up somewhere.
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