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>me as the kids go back to school today

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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@Pundii @FantasyChic @Lord Wraith @Morose @Peaceless @Dragoknighte @BlueSky44 @JustDoingMe @Sigil

Okay, we have begun. Now please remember when you submitted your cs you agreed to the rules of this RP. Two biggest to remember are:

1) Gm is Goddess. This means I have final say, arguing will NOT get me to change my mind. It just pisses me off. While this is a Firefly Verse Rp, I will tailor a few things, so roll with it. I assign when attacks come, if NPC's give you information and so forth.

2) One post per seven days. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Simple as that. If something comes up, you may get an extension but you must tell me before your counter hits day 5. (I only grant 2 extensions per rp)

Break any of the rules, I will kick from Rp. No second chances. I treat all my Rpers as adults and hold them accountable.

Drago, please add in a pic and a quote on the relation sheet when you get a chance.

Having said all that, it's time to misbehave!

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Will we ever learn from the past? Have eons of destruction and war taught us nothing? It was once said that those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it and yet, how many times is the past that we remember that which leads us to the mistakes of our future? Perhaps looking to the past is nothing but heart break. Remembering those we have loved and lost. The homes we once knew. The lives that no longer draw breath. We cling to these memories as if they are the very air we breath yet they are nothing but poison. Reminding us of the pain and the agony, the tightness in our chest telling us we have to carry on for vengeance and those standing on the other side seeking retribution for the same. When does the cycle end?

The year is now 2521; ten years after the Battle of Serenity and the end of the Unification War, three years since the tragedy of Miranda was revealed and the 'Verse learned the origins of Reavers. We saw a world without sin and one consumed by it. One tenth of one percent of Miranda's Population was what turned into Reavers, that was what they said. The Population of Miranda was over 5 Million. That meant just on Miranda alone the Alliance created over 5,000 Reavers. Many thought with the annihilation of the Reaver Fleet that Reavers would become the thing of lore and legends in time. They were wrong.

More Reavers are making themselves known as each year ticks by, but the Alliance claims to not know where they are coming from, that Miranda was the only planet on the Outer Rim that was subjected to the PAX but can we trust them? Some say yes, some say no but who has time to debate when war has broken out once again. The Rebellion has started and now the 'Verse faces The Independent Wars; Alliance verses Browncoats, both against the Reavers. Will anything survive come the end? Only time will tell. If any survive, I beg of you to remember the past but not to linger there. Don't be so driven by the past that you throw away your future.

Whitefall: Population 2.5 Million - One of the moons that orbit Athens. A green planet with patches of scrubby deserts and rolling rills, reminiscent of the central North American continent back on the planet of Earth hundreds of years ago. In the northern hemisphere the weather is anything but pleasant right now. The day is hot with temperatures reaching close to 100F(38F) and humid. The moon is too far out and too small for the Alliance to normally bother with.

Since the day that the K-3 Mine was destroyed none have bothered to even land there in that location, much less rebuild. That doesn't mean that other things do not happen on the rest of the planet but that area is basically a dead zone. Patience has other matters to attend to. Especially now that war has broken back out and her fenced goods are fetching a higher price than ever.

Outside of the ruins of the K-3 Mine sits Vengeance. The ship landed not twenty-four hours earlier because of an emergency that broke out. Several emergencies.

• Fire Suppression System: Pressurization Failure
• Grav Boot: Shipwide Gravity Fluctuations
• Heat Exchanger: Steam Venting into Kitchen
• Atmo Scrubbers: Clogged Filter
• Compression Coil: Inner Ring Busted

If that hadn't been enough, the final nail in the coffin was when a power cell exploded in the fusion reactor. It was only by luck, or Gods Grace according to Preacher, that Vengeance had been close enough to Whitefall and Daphne had been a skilled enough pilot to make the landing near K-5. The yelling in the bridge from Captain and Daphne had been something along the lines of The Definition of Interesting is Oh God Oh God We're all going to die and then a brief word from Captain over the com telling people to fasten in, smoke them if you got them, and brace to explode.

Thankfully that had not happened but it can easily be assumed that everyone that did smoke lit up right after landing. Since that moment Anisa and Jack left to deal with Patience's people to try to get repair parts with the order of - If one more things breaks shoot yourself so I don't have to. Parts have been acquired and the two are back. Repairs will take two to four days if they are lucky.

Persephone: Population 2.5 Billion - A vast planet that is home to both the pinnacle of Alliance High Society and the depths of the Criminal Underworld. Today on Persephone the weather is as pleasant as ever. The sun is shining, a few wisps of clouds are in the sky. The temperature is a comfortable 73F(22.7C) and the wind is blowing in from the east. A perfect day.

Down at the Eavesdown Docks rests The Retribution: an Alliance Patrol Boat that is in the city to refuel and restock. The had set dock three weeks before for repairs after a minor skirmish with some Browncoats. There was minor damage to the ship but enough to want to get the repairs done before meeting up with any other Independents. The airlock fork was fracturing and the oxygen relay was deviating. These could have lead to much larger problems so it was decided to dock for repairs. The crew has been doing what is needed of them and today they will be setting back off into the Black. It was a good thing they had stopped in the end, their resident pilot was set to be transferred out and onto another vessel and a new comer was coming aboard. Instead of having to go elsewhere in the 'Verse for the trade, Persephone made for a good middle position for all parties concerned.

Up on the Bridge, a communication comes in that reads the following - Information Acquisition; broken signal but source reliable. Unknown Independent Ship, location Whitefall K-3 Mining Post. Investigate.

This location will ring a bell to Higher Ranks alone. It was one of the many locations destroyed while the Alliance was trying to capture River Tam right before the Universe Battle in which the truth of Miranda was revealed. Why would anyone make a landing in a place that was whipped out and has yet to be rebuilt? The crew will be able to calculate that with a plotted course it would take between 3 Days 17 Hours and 2 Days and 16 Hours to travel the 89.74 AU depending how much Burn the Captain wanted to put the Retribution through.

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Anisa Crowe

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Location: Engine Room -> Dining Room

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"So you're gonna tell me this little hissy fit pitched by my ship has nothing to do with your tinkering? My ship don't crash, if she crashes you crashed her," Anisa spout off as her fingers wrapped around the frame of entrance way to the engine room. The woman was livid right then. Hours of having to deal with the middle men to get the parts they needed was enough to make anyone's blood boil and the captain was not known for being a patient woman; especially when it came to her ship.

"Get this shit fixed or I swear to fucking god I will serve you up as an appetizer to the Reavers," she added with a swift kick at an empty box that sent it sliding across the floor towards Vengeance's resident mechanic. Turning, the sound of her heels clacking along the metal walkway echoed through the hull of the ship as she made her way towards the bridge.

The task at hand was a pick up of military weapons stocks that had been stolen by the Independence on Boros. The job was simple enough. Pick up and drop off. Stay under the radar. The pick up had gone off without a hitch. Even at cruising speed that were supposed to have been in Newhope in a little more than twelve hours. That deadline came and went a while ago as her ship was sitting under the baking sun of Whitefall. Sure they were not far away from Newhope right then but it wasn't exactly like they were teenagers and they could call and tell mom they would late for curfew.

A Comm had been placed to let the people know they were stuck for a few days and it was decided to let sleeping dogs lie. One known Independent ship on the planet was more than enough, having another to come and hand off was pressing it. They had been lucky enough to have been picking up armaments that had yet to be discovered missing. There was no talk about the job on the airwaves. It was better to take it slow and hopefully stay under the radar.

That didn't put the captain at ease though. "Tian Di Wu Yohn," Anisa muttered under her breath as she ducked her head slightly, entering the dining room and shooting the preacher a look as he sat there shuffling his deck.

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Atticus Pearson

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Location: Dining Room

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The landing had been anything but soft and at the time it happened Preacher had been in his bunk thumbing through his bible until he was thrown because of the turbulence and all around fucked-up-it-ness of the situation. He opted to stay on the floor of his room until they either exploded or landed. He figured it was better than to try to get back into his bed or get to a seat and strap him, imagining he would just get tussled here and there again.

While the landing could have been worse he was just glad that his little collection of explosive materials hadn't decided to get temperamental during that time where he was laid out on the floor in his underwear and sock while staring down a box of grenades. A few bumps and bruisers were more than acceptable in his mind considering the alternative. Always better to be injured than, well you know, dead.

Sitting back in his chair, he rocked on the back two legs as he placed his booted feet on the table and crossed them; shuffling his deck of cards mindlessly while he listened to the captains voice ring out down the corridor. Seems she was pissed and was taking it out on Gideon yet again. As much as he thought she was too harsh on the boy or that what had happened wasn't his fault she couldn't fault her anger. It wasn't exactly the best place to be in right then.

Looking over to her he gave her a crooked grin. "For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay."

He couldn't help but chuckle as Anisa stopped in her tracks and her head whipped to look at him incredulously. "Habakkuk 2:3. I'm basically saying that shit happens when the time is right," he said before giving her a toothy smile as he shuffled the deck once again, letting the cards fold together between his fingers.

Granted that might not have been exactly what was being said in that verse but it was the first one that popped into his head and he ran with it. The bible was flexible by his standards. It was a guideline. Then again, it was the final say and law. So it just depended on his mood and the situation to what babble came out of his tower.

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Camilla Powell

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Location: Her Room (5) -> Engine Room

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When all Jing Tian Dwohn Di had broken loose Camilla had been wandering through the ship nibbling on a strawberry. She had finished stowing their cargo in the various little smuggling holds that were through out Vengeance and decided to grab a little snack. It wasn't often they had fresh strawberries available but it had been part of the payment for the current little endeavor they were on so she figured she might as well enjoy it.

She had just sat down along the main walkway overlooking cargo bay, the one that connected access to the port and starboard shuttles. Her feet dangling over the edge as she rested her forehead against one of the railings. Everything seemed peaceful enough, then things started to go wrong. Like suddenly she weighed a lot less and alarms started blaring. Camilla leaned back as her head swiveled about, the strawberry held between her lips as she grabbed a hold of the steel bar. Then it got worse and she couldn't remember how she had gotten from up top to laying on her rear end at the bottom of the stairs, everything happened so fast but she had a bruised bottom to prove that she hadn't taken the easy way.

Yelling in Vengeance was never kept to just the room it was uttered. It traveled, like a megaphone through the place and even down in her room on the other side of the dining room from the engine it came in crystal clear. The captain was at it again but by the time she had grabbed hold of the ladder that lead up and out of her room the yelling had stopped and she heard Anisa's heels clanging against the metal with each step she took. Did the woman really have to where five inch heels on the ship?

Shaking her head she rested against a rung of the ladder and had to laugh to herself as Preacher started in on one of his sermons right then. Did the man want to start a fight with her? Letting out a long breath she looked up and made the climb out of her bunk and peeked her head into the dining room. Making note of the look on Captain's face. The woman looked like she was about to throw a fifth of whiskey at the mans head. Figuring it was better to remain silent right then she slipped around the back wall of the Dining room and passed them heading towards the engine room to check and make sure Anisa hadn't done anything but yell at Gideon.

Stopping at the doorway she crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned against the frame. "Piss in her protein this morning?" she asked with a smirk on her lips as she glanced around the room; her eyes rolling up and over the ceiling before looking back over to Gideon.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

@Dragoknighte Weird, well since there hasn't been a reply, you're free to go with what Blue has listed or whatever was in the pm at this point.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

@Dragoknighte O.o I thought you two had everything worked out since Blues was done. Well alrighty then. Lol

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Saturday May 13th, 2017

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@POOHEAD189 @Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @Nallore @Scallop @Pundii

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@Dragoknighte - Same people that were out there when Mali entered the building are still out there and speaking at this time. Everything seems calm right now and not like anything bad is happening. The guy looks a little tense and down as he speaks with Riley but not like he is about to do anything to hurt her but that could just be a cover up; in this town that is a very big possibility. If Mali turns on the radio, checks the net, or turns on the TV there will be breaking news coverage about the explosion down at the U.N.

@Nallore - The man shook his head a bit as he looked at the ground and kicked at the sidewalk. He had known it was true but it was obvious that he hadn't want to believe it. Sighing he looked over to Riley and nodded. "Yeah, pretty well. Met when she moved to town," he said before glancing around and noting the cops there. "I'll take you up on that offer of tea. Could use some to calm my nerves," he added popping his knuckles before leaning in and whispering against her ear. "Just so you know, I am carrying a gun. I didn't want to go into your place without you knowing it but I don't exactly want to pull it out in front of the cops."

@Pundii - More research doesn't yield much for Jeremy. Nothing cube like but there are mentions of other artifacts but they all have more sides and are from Roman listings and not Greek. Other than that Jeremy is able to find an obituary from back in Oregon that is listed online about Peyton. Who he father and mother are and that she is survived by her sister Danica as well. There is a single image from the funeral of the service. Danica is standing there palming an oddly shaped object in her hand as she stands looking at the closed casket of her sister.

@Scallop - The cop nearly looks offended that he was slipped twenty dollars. He takes it anyways and pockets it. "Yeah, I am sure she will love it," he say rolling his eyes a bit before adjusting his belt a little bit and looking back across the street. "You wanted to know where the ATM was? It is down the street and at the corner store down a ways," he quips as his radio goes off. Explosion down at the U.N. All free units, report to the scene. All report. The man's brows furrow a bit but he doesn't move, instead taking a seat down on the steps and taking his cover off as he whistles to himself.

@Sigil The trio keep moving stuff and eventually close up storage unit; locking it up before they head off in the other direction. They don't seem to take notice of Caesar at this time as they round a corner down another row of storage units. It's hard to get a steady filming of what was going on but the sound quality is fine and Caesar will be able to make out the faces from time to time and some of the larger imprints on some of the boxes they moved. Thing is they are speaking in Russian, you are going to need to find a translator to get what they were talking out. One thing though does stand out. Caesar hears the words - Queensguard Industries RnD Industrial Complex - Where his daughter is right at this moment.

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Detective Roy Gregory

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Location: Car -> Justice Memorial

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"Yeah, problem with the press though is that bitch Regina Eilheart, she owns most all the press in the city. Not all mind you otherwise the story wouldn't have hit the airways on Independent stations but usually only the crazies listen to it. She doesn't bother and people who cause problems usually don't either," Roy said as he pulled into the hospital parking lot.

Turning off the car he hoped out rather quickly and went over to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for Cecily and holding out his arm again for her. It was how his mother had raised him and if he didn't he was sure he would feel the flat of her hand against the back of his head even if she wasn't anywhere near him.

Stepping into the hospital he headed towards the elevators and took it up to the second floor. Turning the corner he noticed a uniformed cop standing outside of room 2319. Holding out his badge the man stepped aside and let the two of them into the room. Wallace was laying there in the bed, hooked up to the monitors and had various IV's running out of his arms. His eyes were closed right then but his head was rolling to either side.

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Risa Couri

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Location: The U.N.

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"Helvetti," Risa groaned as she rolled over onto her back and took a deep breath, coughing slightly as she finally started breathing again; having had the wind knocked out of her when she hit the ground. Sitting up slowly she leaned back against the wall and touched her forehead, it hurt. Pulling her hand away she took note of the sticky red substance on her palm. She had a rather nasty gash near her hair line but it wasn't anything life threatening, heads just liked bleeding a lot.

Sighing she pushed herself up and nearly toppled back over, looking down as she braced herself against the wall and noting one of her heels had broken. "Shit," she muttered under her breath as she took the shoes off and chucked them down the hall way before grabbing her purse and making her way down the hallway to try to find a way out of the building. She hadn't been far from the elevator when the explosion happened but when she got back to it, the door was cracked up and looking in she noticed the cable was snapped. She wasn't going that way. Time to find the stairs.

Looking at the floor map that said you are here next to the red dot screwed into the wall next to the elevator she found the closest one to her and started to make her way back down the hallway again. It seemed she had fared batter than some others, there was a man laid out on the floor. Rushing over to him she rolled him over and pushed the broken glass and iron frame of of a table off him but there was nothing she could do for him. The glass had gone right through his chest and he wasn't breathing.

Shaking her head she stumbled back to her feet, trying her best to avoid the glass on the floor now that she didn't have her shoes on and finally got to the stairwell. Opening the door she stepped onto the landing and looked down. The stairs were not in good shape but at least they were there. She was about to start her decent when she heard a familiar voice calling her name. "Lucas!" she yelled before she started to move down the stairs as quickly as she could but it was slow going thanks to the damage.

Your Current Mood in One GIF

>when I see someone create yet another Mary Sue

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Pundii @Scallop Thankies for the posts gent! Now to get to work on the WN

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Amy Chang

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Location: Town Center -> Running Back Towards Town Center
Interacting With: Dr. Dreamy Aka Fuck That

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Amy didn't know what to think as she stood there in awe of the doctor before her. He worked with the talent and knowledge of a man that had been doing this job for decades longer than he actually looked and with all the calmness of a seasoned military veteran. Part of her was thinking something was off, he was too perfect, but something was compelling her to not act like she normally did. Pushing him aside and telling him to get the fuck away from her patients. It was one of those things that had always irked her by other medical professionals, coming into her place of work and taking over when they had no right and she had no time to check to make sure they were not just spouting off crap out of their rear-ends. She had had several fired in the past for doing just what this man was doing.

He he pulled her away from the crowd and she saw things turning bad she tried to go back but her feet and he wouldn't let her. What was going on, this was out of the way. This was way from the hurt and injured, this was away from the hospital. This wasn't right and red flags were going off in her mind. It didn't take someone who was skilled in reading situations to know that this bad. Like show me on the doll where they touched you bad. A girl drugged on GHB would have known this was wrong. The Genie trying to warn Aladdin not to take the bate. Admarial Ackbar yelling IT'S A TRAP!

Standing there she looked up into the mans eyes, his touch didn't feel right either. Like a machine. Then the words came and the look came over his face. It was enough to snap her out of the love sick trance and before anything else could happen she leaned back quickly, gripping the softball she had slipped into her labcoat pocket earlier and bashing at his skull with it. Turning on her heels she ran with everything she could towards the town center again and very glad for all those years on softball teams trying to make it home plate because right then it felt that if she didn't make a home run she was going to get struck out in the worst way possible.

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Danica Graves

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Location: Inside the ER -> Heading for the Hotel
Interacting With: @Sohtem (Well Ashes)

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"Bitch please, least with you I know what I am dealing with," Danica said quickly as she helped her get the blankets over her and took her hand. Pushing through the crowds she made her way out of the hospital and looked around. Figuring the best place they could go right then was back to her hotel room and lock themselves away for a few to try to figure things out. Like how she had changed and what book it was that she had been told about.

That plan went to tell in a hand basket real fast as suddenly the wind picked up and the blankets blew away. Turning she looked over to Elizabeth, just in time to see her turn to ash. The womans hand still clutching hers as friends would before it too blew away. She just stood there in shock for a moment, not believing what she had seen and in the back of her mind she felt a wave of guilt washing over her. It was her that suggested it, she shouldn't have.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered.

But there was nothing she could do right then and being attacked by some force was still weighing on her. Danica turned, adjusting her pack some before darting off away from the hospital and back towards the hotel as quickly as she could. Dipping and weaving through the crowds. She still figured the best place to be was either off planet but she didn't have the crew from Armageddon with her, a church for holy ground but she really didn't want to deal with more crazy bible beating freaks, or her hotel which she had no idea if it was safe or not. The hotel was her best option and it was the one she was taking.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Cynthia McMillan

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Location: The hotel

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Cynthia giggled as she returned the hug and nodded. It felt good to something for someone without thinking of what she could get out of it. Back in high school if she had done something nice, everyone would have been questioning why and with good reason. The girl wasn't exactly kind back in the day and had been known on more than one occasion to use being nice to do something cruel. That wasn't what she was doing right then though and it was clear. As much as being locked up for all those years has messed up her head it had done some good with her heart.

Smiling as she looked back over to Tuesday she nodded. "Seems that way. Yes it does. They were always at it. This or other things," she said, slipping back into speaking to herself before she shook her head.

"Glad they are though. Ada went through a lot," she said slipping back to normal before turning and walking over to the bed to rummage through her purse and pulling out another bottle and popping a few pills from it. The label wasn't in clear view but it was her antipsychotics. They didn't keep her fully functioning but they at least helped keep the voices at bay earlier in the day.

Leaning back against the head board she swallowed the pills dry. Years locked up taught you to do that because the little cups of water they gave you only seemed to wet the pills enough to get them stuck on the roof of your mouth. Fiddling with the bed of her nails she just kind of sat there, wondering what to do before the meal got there and if she should say anything but decided against it. Looking over as a knock came to the door and a call from out in the hall way sounded out that their meal was there. She was glad that didn't take long, meds on an empty stomach always gave her the worst heart burn but that was better than losing what little sanity she had left that much earlier in the day.