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@BlueSky44: Day 6
Jack Hudson
Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)
Jack nodded, accepting that it was the best for him to keep things simple. Bazhooli and Tatiana were the real show, at the end of the day. As she compared him to Casey Kasem, Jack got a slightly different reference. He recognized the name was the famous voice actor for Shaggy for Scooby Doo. Winking at Tatiana a bit, he nodded, waving at Meg as she left, and Tatiana went back to her dance.
"Everyone's gonna be there to see you, solovey," Jack added. "Harrison Ford could be announcing and you'd still be the highlight."
"And Bazhooli too," Jack added, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "He's the stah too."
Édouard Riviere
Location: Abandoned Classroom (Franklin)
Édouard frowned, as if Sana had started explaining multivariable calculus to him in Greek. He scratched his head a bit, mulling over the words she said. It reminded him a bit of a book he had started reading as a child--before Alisanne took it from him. She and Darcey had torn out the pages for some game they never let him join in on. He shut his eyes for a moment, mentally rewinding everything Sana had told him.
"Alors...Tu n'essaies pas de me séduire?" Édouard asked, rocking back on his feet a bit. The notion that Sana didn't have some sort of end game was foreign to him. Everyone in his life had always wanted something. Those who served his family did so because they wanted money, and they wanted to please Édouard in order to get that. The women he slept with--they had done that because of his last name, not because of him.
For someone to care about him because he was human...It was such a novel notion. He glanced away from Sana, as to hide the tears softly streaming down his face. Édouard never knew that perhaps that was all he wanted in life--not sex, drugs, or adventure. Perhaps it was human company, perhaps it was someone to care...
...Of course, he also briefly considered whether he had been drugged, and that was why he was acting so delusional.
Tryke Lockley
Location: Franklin
"Please don't call me that," Tryke said, with a bit of a grimace. Her parents hadn't been sensible when naming her--but with the nickname she went by, the apple didn't fall far from the tree. There had been some mild teasing, especially at undergrad, as a mechanical engineering student went by Tryke--but for the most part, it was the Sci-Fi nerds that were the worst. They pestered her constantly about her parents' franchise, constantly on Tryke's last nerve. "Tryke, please--or Trill. That works too."
Tryke raised an eyebrow as Marx doubled over with laughter, looking like he lost all sense that he had. She bit her lip, tempted to get on her bike, and leave. Assholes who chuckled at her when she offered help--she didn't need to waste her time with them. From the way people were talking, there seemed to be a million settlements around here anyways. There was Viking Land and Michael Jackson land--it was some twisted and messed up Disney Theme Park, as far as Tryke was concerned.
"Someone's short circuiting," Tryke muttered under her breath, painfully aware of the pun, but not walking away from it, either. As Marx removed his glove, her anger vanished, seeing the glorious construction of wires and metals. For 2007, it was cutting edge technology, the only options allowed to humans. Her colleagues at CalTech had discussed the ramifications of it, some of the nerdier ones saying they were one step closer to having Iron Man. From what she could recall, the technology worked by an electronic sensor that detected muscle contractions.
"How're you doing on the upkeep of it?" Tryke asked, showing no qualms as she shook his hand. "This isn't cheap. You probably actually are Michael Jackson, to afford this," she joked, but she continued to examine the hand, sweeping over it. She imagined it could have been customized for increased strength, but too much and the user themselves would be harmed. She glanced back up at Marx, and realized her interest in the robotic limb must have been a bit odd. "Sorry about that. Professional interest."
@BlueSky44: Day 5
Jaina Sarbye
Location: Raven Medical Bay ---> Kayala's Room
Jaina squealed a bit when the murderous droid appeared. Her eyes were wide, and at the talks of dismemberment, her excitement only increased. It would be just like the time Kordath let her extract information from a rebel! Or perhaps when Jes let her practice her blaster skills with a few traitors! Those were some of her favorite memories, and with this droid, it seemed they could repeat one.
"Oooh, let's~! Have you ever played spin the blaster? You set it on a timed blast, put it in the middle of the circle, and spin~! It ends when everyone except for one has been shot!" Jaina gushed, grinning madly at the murder-bot. "Morgbra says it leaves people dead...But it's so much fun! I've always wanted to give it a go, it's been ages!" She spun around in giddy happiness, her eyes sparkling with horrors and terrors. She hardly seemed to hear Morgbra, as he insisted that anyone who was hurt would have to be sent to the wretched medical bay.
But, Jaina supposed, they could just be left there to bleed. It wasn't like tending to injuries was particularly important--what was death anyways? She had such trouble understanding it, medical bays seemed to be just cruel and unneeded. Still, the prospect of a game in the strange blonde woman's room was enticing... A puzzle?
"Jacen and I did puzzles all the time," Jaina said, her voice soft, in a somehow dreamy monotone. Anyone familiar with the names of major imperial players would recognize the name Jacen Sarbye--he was one of the Emperor's Hands, just a step removed from a Sith apprentice. Unlike her brother, Jaina was not force sensitive in the slightest.
He had attempted to force her to become force sensitive--that was how she ended up the damaged person she was today. He invaded her mind, and attempted to rearrange it. She feared him more than anything else in the universe. "Morgbra, is Jacen here?"
Sutton Corandel
Location: the Raven (the Bridge)
Sutton bit her lip slightly. They were cutting it incredibly close. It was possible they'd end up having to fight. But the Senator...Perhaps there was still a chance. An escape pod could be activated, assuming that the Empire wouldn't just shoot it down. But it would be up to Corrina. Her diplomatic mission was the Raven's mission. If they were captured, it wouldn't matter as much if the Senator was.
But perhaps... "Sir, I've got an idea," Sutton prefaced, assisting Luke and Stehrr however needed as they attempted to evade Imperial control. "Hide the Senator in a smuggling compartment. Have the Face dress up as her--pull a fast one on any boarding party. The Republic can live to fight another day without us--but the Senator's mission is more important. She can complete it if she gets away."
Of course, there was another notion Sutton had. The Face could be hidden away, and given Corrina's clothing. She could then escape, and complete the Senator's mission. The Face could more than handle herself, able to get by better than the Senator ever could. And it wasn't like the Hutts would recognize Corrina if they saw her. The Face's trick wouldn't be detected immediately. "Luke, we need one of them hidden away--even if the Face completes the mission instead of Corrina. It's time for a back up plan."
Hopefully, they wouldn't need it.
Zenie Skyron
Location: The Bridge; Vindicator
Sure, it had been a little insulting when Kordath hadn't requested him to go with them to fight. It wasn't like Zenie could trick the rebels or anything! Still, the man was notoriously anti-alien, and in the form Zenie always used to talk with the Commodore, there wasn't much else he could do. Perfect impersonations were impossible as well. It wasn't like Zenie could have pretended to be Morgbra or anything, to ensure he got to go on the away mission.
"You seem smug, becea echuta," Zenie commented, smirking at Kordath as he leaned over his shoulder. "It wasn't like you messed up the mission or anything, hmm? You certainly weren't shot by your pet freak either?" Zenie commented, before his features lit up in mock surprise. "Wait, that was you! Kava janse woy uba canta cheespa pinteba dauah che? Dopa yay cuee ree bu cuee? uba doth banieie du bu bapm, winbekhia."
Zenie took a step back, as to not interfere with the Commodore's call, but still to be in range to mess with Kordath. He winked at Kordath, sticking out his tongue slightly. As he did so, the tongue changed to be forked, just like a serpent's, for the briefest of moments. And while Zenie hid it well, even that small change brought the phantom of a headache to them. Of all the shapeshifting species, the clawdites were the only one who experienced pain during changes.
That was his lot in life.
@Pundii @Lady Amalthea: Relations are finished. :) If either of you want me to change something, let me know. Working on a post now.
@Pundii I'll post today ^^
@Pundii @Lady Amalthea @Nallore @Witch Cat: Sariel is continuing to slip closer and closer to the void, but she isn't dead yet. Her eyes are shining with more intensity, the trademark of an angel about to die. The explosive effect of an angel death isn't pretty, and those well versed in the supernatural will recognize its dangers. Aloise continues to try to assist Sariel, alongside Dr. Chang, but the angel is unresponsive. Not even Liam's words can stir her.
"She's an archangel--here to protect the Prophet," Aloise explained, getting Belladonna and Javier caught up to speed, as she nodding her head towards Liam. Sariel's skin is turning a soft shade of grey, and the silvery substance seems to have almost all poured out of her feeble form. There isn't enough time to move her to Belladonna's home. Either they work quickly at the Church to save the angel, or they run, as to avoid the fallout of an angelic demise.
"Amy, let her die," Hanson advised, a cynic to the end. "The Crypts are fucking insane, but they should be able to deal with your little problem...At least, they're the best prepared to do so." Of course, that would depend on Belladonna and Javier's experiences with angels. Javier has likely had one brush with them or more, enough to know that Sariel had been stabbed with an angel blade--the angel's kryptonite. But more interesting than Sariel's death is its ramifications, no?
If this archangel dies, the same can happen to the other.
@BlueSky44 @Witch Cat: Sylvia's time is running out. And in fact, it just did. No one came out of the Church in time to give medical assistance, more concerned with the archangel on the floor. Sylvia's spirit guide is strangely silent, but as Sylvia slips away, she feels a comforting presence holding onto her hand. Trevor is left alone in the car with a corpse. LLA doesn't seem to be helping him out too much--but it could be worse, right?
@Pundii: Darren will get the car running up again, but Jade is constantly peering over her shoulder. It isn't a side effect of being dead. Darren will be familiar with the concept of hellhounds, hunting down those fated to be taken back to hell within the next twenty four hours. He cannot hear them, but Jade can hear them all too well. Luckily, almost, a new fire begins in town--and a girl wearing a gas mask emerges from the flames. Demon perhaps? Either way, there'll be reapers there shortly. "What's the game plan?"
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