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Mass Effect: Insurrection

Yeah, Quarian face canon can go float itself!

Mass Effect: Insurrection

@Dervish I ignored that one. No way I was gonna consider it canon

This is what I'd like to imagine Quarians look like

Mass Effect: Insurrection

I did get the truce... Hence where the memory is from. I was asking more along the lines to see if the GM thinks of using it. @Andromedai But since it's gonna be a thing I suppose my next question has to be which of the fan art would we like to use for how the quarians look? I don't think bioware actually ever released an official quarian face.

And I would totally keep the suit. Just cuz it's cool But it could be more of a traditional wear, coupled with tactical purposes.

Mass Effect: Insurrection

@Andromedai If memory serves correctly at the end of ME3 it was hinted that the quarians might get to leave the envirosuits behind. Would this be a thing in this RP? I'm asking just out of curiosity And since I've already selected the powers for my character, it is safe to say I will be taking part in this

Mass Effect: Insurrection

@Dervish We do seem to have some overlapping interests

I think I might just dew it!

Mass Effect: Insurrection

@Andromedai They are mine too... Although as a FemShep I was crushed Tali was off limits T_T

I'll give it some thought today and decide If I want to dive into this, thanks

Mass Effect: Insurrection

Do I want to make a quarian for this? I haven't had the best of luck with Mass Effect RPs -_-

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Zoya Nikolova

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Location: Sci-Tech Building 4 - Phase Three HQ: Medical Ward
Skills: Unknown

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Z was nine. She was no longer the sickly child she'd once been. But that didn't matter now. It didn't matter, because her parents weren't there to rejoice in their child's health.

The small girl stood stoically in front of the pair of graves. And although she was not alone there, she felt like the only person in the universe at the moment. She couldn't feel the arm of the other girl next to her, clutching her waist in a desperate childish attempt at support. Nor the two adult hands lain on each of her shoulders. Her parents were dead! They'd told her they were among the victims of the terrorist bombings of the London Underground. She had a vague idea of what terrorists were. She understood the concept fine enough. She just couldn't understand why people would want to be this cruel to strangers. Z knew well enough she was way too little to comprehend it all right now. She knew one thing though. A great evil had occurred on the day her parents died and she would not stand for that! She would give it her all to prevent a thing like that ever happening again.

As little Zoya stood calm in front of the graves of her parents, supported by her guardians and their daughter, a new emotion was given life within her. For a fraction of a second it gripped the entire being of the girl and her hands clenched into fists. And just as the feeling had emerged, it was gone. Or rather, it had simply released its hold over Z. Settling deep, deep, deep within the psyche of the small child. Waiting. Growing. Preparing.

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Z snapped awake with a gasp. The recurring dream of her standing in front of her parents' graves was a constant in her life that never left and never failed to dim the light of that particular day. People often mistook her innate calmness for coldness or even worse, apathy. When in fact, the death of her parents had wounded her deeply, leaving her scarred for life, but also spurring her determination to prevent something like that ever happening to anyone else.

As Zoya shook off the last tendrils of the nightmare she began to take stock of her surroundings. She was in the medical ward. That's right. The experiment! Z looked around. Not even a dozen people lay in beds like her. So few survived!?! Z looked down her body, turning her hands palms up and down and then she ran them over her hospital gown clad figure. She didn't feel different. And there were no obvious physical mutations. Then why was she here? Before her inner monolog had a chance to continue Director Fury entered the room, accompanied by two other individuals, and greeted the survivors with his usual bedside manner.

Tony Stark, Agent Fitz, Framework... Wha... Z's mind raced as Director Fury inundated them with information. Her focus shifted on Agent Kennedy, lying on a bed like her and the others, trying to diffuse Fury's usual I-don't-have-time-to-coddle-agents attitude with a few words of encouragement. Z looked around the room, uncertainty and confusion whirring in her brain as she surveyed the beds occupied by other agents. Some still asleep, some awake, others just now awaking. And then all of a sudden the world went still. The noise vanished. All that remained was clarity! Her fists clenched and she stared at the Director with grim determination, a cold fire burning in her eyes.

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

@Penny@POOHEAD189 A post happened. I hope it meets with the requirements for the transition

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

Al and El had their heads together over the skull, both unconsciously rubbing fingers over it as if to clean it, even though it was rendered in pristine condition by whoever the Baron had hired to work on it for him. They were both tracing lines over its features, humming and mumbling to themselves or to each other when the door opened and a late newcomer to the party was announced. Just when El was preparing to counter Al's arguments with another batch of Devil's advocate arguments of her own. Both their gazes lifted and shifted towards the floundering woman at the door. Elle's eyes shone with mirth and mischief. Oh, this day just keeps getting better and better.

El chuckled. "Flo, when are you going to tell O'Connell to stuff it and stop being his errant girl?" She sauntered over to the frazzled woman and threw an arm over her shoulder, probably flustering her further. "We both know you're three times better than him!" She relented when she felt the younger woman squirm a bit underneath her arm. As El detached from Flo she beckoned her forward. "Come on. The Baron's got something that'll blow your mind. O'Connell's going to be piss green with envy that he didn't get off his pompous ass to answer his personal summons on his own." Elle finished as she was walking Florence to where the skull and the tablet lay.

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As the discussion died down and all arrangements for the expedition were hammered out the group began to disband and all took off to their respective residences to prepare.

Elle climbed into the car that was to take her home and quickly entered into her usual meditative state rehashing the new information. Devising pros and cons, arguments and contra-arguments. Considering consequences and ramifications. Something felt off though. She had this feeling of unease that wouldn't allow her to fully immerse herself in the thought process. She was more and more conscious of the feeling and trying to root the reason out when her driver announced they were arriving at Brocklesby manor.

She thanked the driver and exiting the car tried to shake the creepy feeling since she had exciting news to bring to her dad. As she was unlocking the front door, readying herself to yell for the Earl a hand slammed down on her mouth as she was opening it and a bulky body engulfed her own in a strong hold. Lips brushed her right ear.

"If you scream I'll never stop rubbing it in." Junior whispered in El's ear. "Act as if nothing special has happened and follow me." He finished releasing El.

Elle made a 'What the fuck!' expression at Preston Jr., but followed him. "Oh, man, dad, that meeting with the Baron was a complete and utter bust. You'll be so disappointed when I tell you about the whole thing." She yelled to no one, keeping up with the act as Junior had instructed her. At the same time she followed him as he led her down into the direction of the wine cellar. Once there, she was greeted by her father, the Earl and Preston Senior.

"Dad!" El exclaimed. "You know you're not supposed to come down here." She rushed to the old man. "It's too damp and cold. It's not good for you!" The Countess hugged the fragile body of her father.

"Oh, hush, child." He retorted, patting Elle on the back. "Now let Junior here explain the theatrics. So that we can get to the important stuff and then I can get out of this dank cellar."

El turned to Junior. "Yeah, Pres, explain!"

"The house is being observed." The young man deadpanned.

Elle balked at this, unable to say anything for a long second. And then she remembered the creepy feeling that she'd had throughout the drive back from the Baron's estate. She gritted her teeth. "Do we know who?" She simply asked. Her face now a cool mask of irritation and anger.

Preston Junior shook his head 'no'. "However considering the timing. I would venture a guess that it has something to do with your meeting with Baron Carnock. Although I also noticed a tail on me while I was driving back home. So maybe tell us what happened there and we can figure out who is keeping tabs on us."

Hence this cloak and dagger conclave in the basement. Elle thought. The stone walls of the cellar and the depth had proven the location impervious to known means of eavesdropping.

"Yes." The Earl moved forward. "Tell me what has that old kook gotten my little girl mixed in?!" El's dad asked, fuming with fatherly indignation.

"Relax, Daddy, I'm fine." El reassured, but her eyes had ignited with excited fire. If someone is surveilling me because of my meeting with the Baron, It has got to mean that he is on to something. Or at least that someone thinks he is. "If Preston is right and my meeting with the Baron is the reason for this surveillance. Then you'll want to hear this."

Elle spent the better part of an hour relating the meeting with the Baron to her father and both Prestons. By that time a phone call on behalf of the Baron had related that indeed the manor was not safe and she should not go back there, but rather meet up with everyone else in South Hampton at noon the next day to embark on the Steam Ship Demeter bound for Porto.

"If I may, sir..." Preston Senior intoned with his slow, patient way of speaking. "If milady is being surveilled, I suggest using the old tunnels to smuggle her outside the borders of the estate. I doubt whoever those ruffians are, they know of the manor's old underground escape system."

"Dad, you're a genius!" Junior exclaimed.

Senior feigned ignorance and parental indignation at the praise, but his slight blush was obvious. He remained stoically quiet however.

The foursome quickly made plans for Elle's departure and not two hours later the Countess and Preston Junior set off. The young man would accompany his mistress throughout the tunnel system under the Brocklesby estate and even a ways further to make sure they'd made a clean escape from whoever was watching the manor. Than he would double back and leave Brocklesby with one of the female hands in the back seat to try and make it seem as if he was driving Elle to wherever.

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Elle was no stranger to making her own travel arrangements and wasn't all that pretentious as to the means of transportation. She managed to arrive in South Hampton a little bit before noon. After a short, inconspicuous stroll among the docked ships, trying her best to look like a tourist while also trying to determine if their new meeting place was compromised, Elle found the Demeter.

"What a lovely name you have." Elle complimented the steamboat. "I wonder if your crew will let me get aboard to look around you." El made a show as she leisurely climbed the boarding plank. "Permission to come aboard?" She asked giggling like an airhead as soon as she was met by a deckhand.