Aaaand finally posted. I wrote it all really fast, sorry if it seems jumbled up or somethin'!
Also where's Jambo at?! *Searches the OOC*
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Angelo Moriarti
"Sophia, good evening." Said a blonde-haired young man as he strolled through the kitchen. He liked paying visits to his sister, even if it was mostly about business. With father confined to a bed and mother at odds with her daughter, Angelo found himself sticking around Sis' a lot. "I noticed there's been some more increases in sales recently. Raking in the profit... You're gonna take over as the Don instead of me if you keep this kinda thing up!" He chuckled, "I could never manage all that. I like to get my hands dirty instead. We'll bring our Family back to the top with our ever-growing connections, won't we?"
A family member in a brown suit with big round spectacles was waiting by the door, adjusting his watch and glancing at the two every now and again as if to tell Angelo to get a move on. Business was business. It was a new day - more people to threaten, dirty money to make and whatnot!
The Moriartis still held onto much of their old Brooklyn territory, but expansions by smaller gangs and other Families over time started reducing the previously dominant Mafia's power. Angelo intended to take back what was lost, and to simply "off the small-time fuckers" who took advantage of the Moriartis recent lack in manpower. Heads would roll, that was for sure. And it would be done with an honest-to-God smile on Angelo Moriarti's face...
Maria Russo
Life in an untrustworthy, sneaky and backstabbing Family as the Russos just didn't work out for one particular member of the Godfather's personal family. His daughter Maria wasn't like the rest. She had all the 'nice girl' qualities that could make her a valuable spy or assassin, but she simply didn't bother. Peace was all Maria wanted, but any sane individual would tell her they wouldn't fall for tricks like those. She was alone in that regard - her Family were infamous in the art of cloak & dagger acts, and she was just trying to live happily in her own little world. Her Family paid no attention, and other Families stayed away, fearing Maria to be some kind of time bomb the Russos could place close to the heart of their enemies. Nobody as part of the Mafia could be so innocent and pure... But they were all wrong.
Maria found herself sitting outside a cafe not very close to any of the rival gangs' territories this morning. A hot cappuccino, a book and some breakfast was a nice start to the day. Her friends and family were likely gathered together plotting at this hour, or doing whatever the Russo Family did. Couldn't anybody just take some time to sit down with the neighbouring Families' leadership and talk? It would be impossible for that to happen... Diplomacy didn't usually end well in the criminal underworld.
She wouldn't go home unless it was absolutely necessary, so by the time the sun was setting she just wasn't going to move from this spot.
"Sophia, good evening." Said a blonde-haired young man as he strolled through the kitchen. He liked paying visits to his sister, even if it was mostly about business. With father confined to a bed and mother at odds with her daughter, Angelo found himself sticking around Sis' a lot. "I noticed there's been some more increases in sales recently. Raking in the profit... You're gonna take over as the Don instead of me if you keep this kinda thing up!" He chuckled, "I could never manage all that. I like to get my hands dirty instead. We'll bring our Family back to the top with our ever-growing connections, won't we?"
A family member in a brown suit with big round spectacles was waiting by the door, adjusting his watch and glancing at the two every now and again as if to tell Angelo to get a move on. Business was business. It was a new day - more people to threaten, dirty money to make and whatnot!
The Moriartis still held onto much of their old Brooklyn territory, but expansions by smaller gangs and other Families over time started reducing the previously dominant Mafia's power. Angelo intended to take back what was lost, and to simply "off the small-time fuckers" who took advantage of the Moriartis recent lack in manpower. Heads would roll, that was for sure. And it would be done with an honest-to-God smile on Angelo Moriarti's face...
Maria Russo
Life in an untrustworthy, sneaky and backstabbing Family as the Russos just didn't work out for one particular member of the Godfather's personal family. His daughter Maria wasn't like the rest. She had all the 'nice girl' qualities that could make her a valuable spy or assassin, but she simply didn't bother. Peace was all Maria wanted, but any sane individual would tell her they wouldn't fall for tricks like those. She was alone in that regard - her Family were infamous in the art of cloak & dagger acts, and she was just trying to live happily in her own little world. Her Family paid no attention, and other Families stayed away, fearing Maria to be some kind of time bomb the Russos could place close to the heart of their enemies. Nobody as part of the Mafia could be so innocent and pure... But they were all wrong.
Maria found herself sitting outside a cafe not very close to any of the rival gangs' territories this morning. A hot cappuccino, a book and some breakfast was a nice start to the day. Her friends and family were likely gathered together plotting at this hour, or doing whatever the Russo Family did. Couldn't anybody just take some time to sit down with the neighbouring Families' leadership and talk? It would be impossible for that to happen... Diplomacy didn't usually end well in the criminal underworld.
She wouldn't go home unless it was absolutely necessary, so by the time the sun was setting she just wasn't going to move from this spot.
Just another RPG continuation because it's too precious to die~
I'll throw CSs and whatnot up tomorrow if I get bored! I'll probably throw a recap on the OOC tab too.
I'll throw CSs and whatnot up tomorrow if I get bored! I'll probably throw a recap on the OOC tab too.
Sarah nearly broke into giggling like a schoolgirl when Levi got knocked on his ass by one of the towering Mercs. The guy didn't even look at Levi after that little shove! After Sarah calmed down and Levi was back on his feet, the redheaded techie followed him about twenty meters to the small metal hut.
"A corrugated iron shack," She said boredly before pushing the sliding door into the wall. Well, that meant it definitely had two layers. Outside it was just the corrugated iron, and on the inside it looked like the thick wooden walls were built before the iron got thrown on top. There was a tightly fitted bed taking up a quarter of the hut, a comfy looking leather chair in one corner, and a table in another corner with a radio on it. Well, freezing to death was no longer a concern - huddling up to Levi to not freeze was kinda awkward, even if it did work out well. "And as it goes, I underestimated these people. Maybe they go scavenging for neat old world stuff like this half the time, and murder people for money the other half." Sarah wondered as she entered and fell back onto the leather chair, smiling as she sank further into it. "Ah, that's great on the back..."
"A corrugated iron shack," She said boredly before pushing the sliding door into the wall. Well, that meant it definitely had two layers. Outside it was just the corrugated iron, and on the inside it looked like the thick wooden walls were built before the iron got thrown on top. There was a tightly fitted bed taking up a quarter of the hut, a comfy looking leather chair in one corner, and a table in another corner with a radio on it. Well, freezing to death was no longer a concern - huddling up to Levi to not freeze was kinda awkward, even if it did work out well. "And as it goes, I underestimated these people. Maybe they go scavenging for neat old world stuff like this half the time, and murder people for money the other half." Sarah wondered as she entered and fell back onto the leather chair, smiling as she sank further into it. "Ah, that's great on the back..."
This is definitely an RP I'll stick with all the way... :3
There's just something inexplicably fun about survival against the odds. Especially on a galactic-scale.
There's just something inexplicably fun about survival against the odds. Especially on a galactic-scale.
Boom, an IC post.
It was just like any other unremarkable evening in the Jedi Temple. Master Aldeo Sabalya was walking with his Padawan through the upper levels of the epic structure talking about the future, how odd it would feel when they finally parted ways, and what path young Erin Corona was going to take...
"I'm very proud of your accomplishments, Erin. If only you put as much time into study and meditation as you did your training with a lightsaber, you'd be well on your way." The old man said happily, resting a hand on the girl's shoulder, "But one thing at a time, I suppose. Now that we're not fighting a war, you can use the facilities here as much as you'd like. Calm yourself gradually, and grow accustomed to other focuses. Connecting with the Force should be a priority of yours while this peace lasts."
"I'll just do my best, Master. Like always." Erin replied in a coldly calm manner, not even sparing a glance at him. That earned a confused look from Aldeo, who noticed his Padawan's unusual behavior. She wasn't normally such a quiet person, so it was strange to witness. Something was definitely wrong... And then he felt it. Pain, like somebody had just bypassed flesh and bone, striking his soul directly. He fell to one knee, noting in the corner of his eye that Erin was spaced out, but she was wincing painfully. "Master!" she cried as she wrapped an arm around her Master and started helping him back to his feet. Soon, blaster fire began to erupt on the lower levels. An attack? This was Coruscant! The CIS were more or less defeated by now, how could they strike into the heart of the Republic like this?
Master Sabalya struggled over to the edge of the walkway, and was then stunned. Clones, and one cloaked figure with a Lightsaber were tearing through everybody in their path. Those blue markings were of the 501st Legion, one of the most renowned units of the war. Why? ...For what reason do they march on us? ...They had been betrayed. Erin was much in the same daze as her Master was, this was by no means friendly fire - this was extermination. "Erin, we have to go. I'll gather as many Jedi as I can, meet me at the hangar bay if it's still under our control. If not, then we must escape by any means necessary."
Erin simply nodded to his command. But before either of the two could move, a large blast of energy blew the walkway in half. Padawan Corona was launched away from the collapse and into a wall, thankfully still on the higher floors, where she was knocked unconscious. Master Sabalya was less lucky, going down with the walkway and landing in the pile of rubble on the base floor of the Jedi Temple. There were clones everywhere down here, and that rogue Jedi was still around. Avoiding confrontation wasn't going to happen - the Clones were already closing in and surrounding the area. He ignited his two green Lightsabers and prepared to defend himself.
"Ma..ster.." Erin mouthed in her forced sleep, seeing the event playing out in her mind. They surrounded him, and though he deflected many of the blaster bolts back at his assailants, the mass of gunfire eventually broke through. Even after he was dead, they didn't stop firing. They made sure he was finished before reloading their weapons and moving on. Even though she was unconscious, tears streamed down Erin's cheeks. She would die here, too. Hope didn't register anymore...
"I'm very proud of your accomplishments, Erin. If only you put as much time into study and meditation as you did your training with a lightsaber, you'd be well on your way." The old man said happily, resting a hand on the girl's shoulder, "But one thing at a time, I suppose. Now that we're not fighting a war, you can use the facilities here as much as you'd like. Calm yourself gradually, and grow accustomed to other focuses. Connecting with the Force should be a priority of yours while this peace lasts."
"I'll just do my best, Master. Like always." Erin replied in a coldly calm manner, not even sparing a glance at him. That earned a confused look from Aldeo, who noticed his Padawan's unusual behavior. She wasn't normally such a quiet person, so it was strange to witness. Something was definitely wrong... And then he felt it. Pain, like somebody had just bypassed flesh and bone, striking his soul directly. He fell to one knee, noting in the corner of his eye that Erin was spaced out, but she was wincing painfully. "Master!" she cried as she wrapped an arm around her Master and started helping him back to his feet. Soon, blaster fire began to erupt on the lower levels. An attack? This was Coruscant! The CIS were more or less defeated by now, how could they strike into the heart of the Republic like this?
Master Sabalya struggled over to the edge of the walkway, and was then stunned. Clones, and one cloaked figure with a Lightsaber were tearing through everybody in their path. Those blue markings were of the 501st Legion, one of the most renowned units of the war. Why? ...For what reason do they march on us? ...They had been betrayed. Erin was much in the same daze as her Master was, this was by no means friendly fire - this was extermination. "Erin, we have to go. I'll gather as many Jedi as I can, meet me at the hangar bay if it's still under our control. If not, then we must escape by any means necessary."
Erin simply nodded to his command. But before either of the two could move, a large blast of energy blew the walkway in half. Padawan Corona was launched away from the collapse and into a wall, thankfully still on the higher floors, where she was knocked unconscious. Master Sabalya was less lucky, going down with the walkway and landing in the pile of rubble on the base floor of the Jedi Temple. There were clones everywhere down here, and that rogue Jedi was still around. Avoiding confrontation wasn't going to happen - the Clones were already closing in and surrounding the area. He ignited his two green Lightsabers and prepared to defend himself.
"Ma..ster.." Erin mouthed in her forced sleep, seeing the event playing out in her mind. They surrounded him, and though he deflected many of the blaster bolts back at his assailants, the mass of gunfire eventually broke through. Even after he was dead, they didn't stop firing. They made sure he was finished before reloading their weapons and moving on. Even though she was unconscious, tears streamed down Erin's cheeks. She would die here, too. Hope didn't register anymore...
Is it too late to dive into this? x3
The royal palace in Pergrande was decorated incredibly, far better than it had looked under Queen Talia's reign a year or so back now. The halls all looked brand new, the antiques lining them were in perfect condition, neatly shelved or in glass cases. It was definitely more colourful. The various servants and guards made way for Flare and Ryker with kind smiles - a year ago they were probably getting treated like slaves. Makali had really turned everything around. Not just the palace, but the country as a whole... But even so, all countries have corruption, poverty and misfortune. Pergrande wasn't perfect, but it was well on it's way.
The two young travellers were reunited after that long year, it felt great to be at Ryker's side again. Who ever said Fire and Ice don't go together? As they walked down the halls, Flare looked up at Ryker and sighed happily. "So... Dark Mages want your head, I get that. But how do we go about that?" Flare asked as she finished tying a black full body cloak around her neck. It just made her feel more secure, as less people noticed her as 'Princess Airashi Pergrande' that way. ...Well, that and she didn't exactly like the idea of showing herself off to the entire city. Felt nice and warm with the cloak, too.
The two young travellers were reunited after that long year, it felt great to be at Ryker's side again. Who ever said Fire and Ice don't go together? As they walked down the halls, Flare looked up at Ryker and sighed happily. "So... Dark Mages want your head, I get that. But how do we go about that?" Flare asked as she finished tying a black full body cloak around her neck. It just made her feel more secure, as less people noticed her as 'Princess Airashi Pergrande' that way. ...Well, that and she didn't exactly like the idea of showing herself off to the entire city. Felt nice and warm with the cloak, too.
Well, I guess I'll add some OOC material to this when I get on my computer next. But for now, it's here! Time to continue where we left off...
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