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7 yrs ago
Current Hey y'all. I am about to start working on a webcomic and try to draw for a living now.
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9 yrs ago
Oh no. The World Ending library has started to smell of lemon again. Nobody likes dying to the smell of citrus
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"Always tenderize the meat first."


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@Surtr

I delved a bit deeper into Bens story and rewrote it so that its more coherent. As well as having fleshed out the Fighting Style descriptions. I can't see that my cheets have coding issues though?










Ill have characher sheets for my dudes up tommorow

Untilll then they are rock n rolla - pretty monk wnd chain thug
Nerves had never been an issue for him, strictly speaking. Some people collapsed when the shit hit the fan. Some people recoiled from mistakes rebounding to hit them in the face. Some stumble over their own feet when the chips are down and the pile is just too big. Not so for Drono, who despite everything was still alive. Tenacity, luck and the dance of adrenaline was what had kept him alive. Yet now, as the go ahead was being given, his entire body seized up for a second. It wasn’t from the pain of his spine, ever closer to reaching a state of permanent necrosis.

No. This was different. This was the feeling of apprehension he hadn’t felt in nearly ten years. Here were people who had been complete strangers to him before, risking everything for him, a half assed, off the cuff rogue. The thought made him smile as he pulled his hood up. He never looked very imposing to begin with, but the way he moved now was that of a weary, agitated but harmless traveler.

‘Balto’ as he now called himself, was a drell of mediocre talent, stuck in a dead end job as accountant. He had gotten a nasty virus on his last job, and was only here to pick up some medication. And to get a green light to deeper into citadel space as a “non-risk carrier.” Vellios was going to be his escort inside, with Firu to act as the medical advisor who vouched for his safety. He was pretty happy with the disguise.

Alright boys and girls. Go time.” He spoke into his com device. He didn’t stroll up towards the checkpoint. He merely strolled, affixing the annoyed and hurried expression of someone who was meant to be there but didn’t want to. A large human hand encased in some pretty high quality armor reached out to stop him.

“Welcome to Lafayette, what is the purpose of your visit Sir?” The man behind the visor was staring him down.

So, they are on the lookout for Drell, without a doubt. He gave the guard the most laconic smile he could muster. “I am here to get checked so I can resume my travels. I got all my forms filled out, here.” He whipped out the falsified medical documents they whipped up on the trip. Several of them warned about the dangers of fraternizing with “Balto” in any way.

“How is this not quarantine?”

“Oh no. I got cleared as a non-vector. Look at 88-IG-ORD66-SW.” He pointed out the centerpiece of his little fraud. The merc read through it twice then nodded. “Ok. So, as long as you don’t spread your… love so to speak... Got it.” The guard shuddered as “Balto” strolled through the controls. There was a beep, and the guard motioned for him to stop. As he folded up his visor “What's that in your pocket.” He began only for Drono to sneeze, and the guard almost doubled back over his own lower body in an attempt not to get it on his face.

Oh? Are you ok. You look a bit pale.” Drono said as he fished up the mechanical pencil.That was stuffed with high explosives. “Just a real pen sir. Every accountant’s token of office.” He said at the guard who was still trying to save face by straightening up.

“Alright. Be off with you. Don’t stay longer then you have to.” The guard said with a tone that would not hear any arguments. Drono simply nodded and continued to move towards the meet up café.

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Sliding down into a seat next to the earlier arrivals he said. “All Right. I gave the guard something to do. When they run Balto through checks later, they will be surprised to find I have routed them through three legal firms. Thanks to Dex.“ He said as he looked at the gathered crew.

“Allright. Now comes the tricky part. Getting me in and out without me dying. Ideas?” He shot them all a look while twirling his little pen turned grenade.

I just now realized this had opened up for applicants again :I I really gotta be better with checking my notifications

either case I drew three handsome/pretty dudes for use in this xD

You didn't see SHIT :(((((
@Mr Allen J I believe we rp'd in the same RP before. Somewhere. In some timeline.
I will intently stare at this rp untill it is open for new charachters again, if ever :D

Drono stared idly at the screen. HIs head was buzzing with thoughts. His memory stirred and images flashed before his mind. Smells filled his nostrils. It was like a phantom limb to him. Sensations that had no place in his reality anymore, creeping up from the very depths of his memories. And they were clearer then ever. He sat, cleaning his gun, setting together the last pieces of his equipment again and again. He practically hear Yestins steps fading away in the rain on that fateful day. No. Not rain, sprinklers. Their fight getting to the goods had set of the hangars sprinkler system. Little details that had been lost to the drugged haze of his past years were coming back with laser focus now. and with it, feelings that made his entire being quake with rage.

His pain roared like a dull fire all along his nerves. This past week it had gotten worse and worse, soon, the drugs would no longer work enough for him to even try and sleep. Not that he slept very often. He lay, staring up at the nights. Sometimes he went to talk with Dex. She was good at talking, in that she didn’t say much and let him ramble.

He flexed his arm. “Goodbye old friend” He mused softly. “I am leaving you for a younger, more metal arm.” He said as he flexed his arm a little and slid into his civilian clothes. IT felt weird, dressed not for a mission but for something much more ordinary yet just as dangerous. The blue and white hoody was a something he had picked up at their last stop. It was kinda baggy, and didn’t fit him quite right. It was perfect in that regard, it was to plain to draw attention, and obscured his build. He looked at his carnifex and hesitated. It was as much a piece of him as his weird, quirky mannerism. But Haze had been very adamant he didn’t lug one of the biggest handguns in the galaxy around when it was something of his trademark.

He began to make his way to the gangway. “Here goes nothing” He said to himself. All the while stopped by the gangway and waited inside, out of sight for now. The station had more of the Eclipse mercs then he had expected. But he knew Yestin wouldn’t rely to much on the the mercenaries. He was using them because they provided security at Lafayette. He didn’t want any scuff with them nor would waste resources on some cripple. They were right that he had to deal with Yestin sooner or later. A day that seemed to be much sooner then anticipated.

“Allright.” He said. “Good luck Haze. I am on standby, waiting for my… escort was it?” Haze had taken the time to school him on terms and codes and behaviors of a proper VIP. Drono had taken it in stride, nodding and looking attentive. While he was likely as sneaky as they got, drono had none of the other formal training. His training came from years as a career criminal. Very hands on learning and very lax with terms such as VIP, Escort as it were.

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