NuttsnBolts

Awilix (Closed version)

@Pascal

Adina (Addy) Craft is Accepted.

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

Winning the heart of Tahlia, NA's resident Tsundere, shall be the final goal of the RP!

@Lonewolf685

So basically...

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

Looks like gotta make Tahlia "hard to get" from the looks of this conversation. xD

Awilix (Closed version)

Yeah @TheMadAsshatter

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

There's gonna be a lot of fade to black, PMs, lube and robodog dick.

@Voltus_Ventus

Everyone has expressed interest in another person except for the established pilots, Skitters, and Tahlia, who will undoubtedly be indoctrinated shortly enough once Penny pulls her and Agatha in for a private interview.

@Lonewolf685

Tahlia is not into beastiality. She's a bit of a bogan, not a redneck. xD

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

T A H L I A S T Y L E S

Mess Hall - New Anchorage

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A couple of eager people had left the train before Tahlia, leaving her to wander casually back to her original sleeping area in order to gather her belongings. The faint smell of urine wafted in the air, singing the nostril hairs and forcing her to breathe through her mouth. The sooner she could get off this annoying train the faster she could get into some private quarters, have a decent rest, and thanks to this hovering smell, a decent shower.

"Smells like a fucken shit-house..." she muttered under her breath as she placed one foot on the bench seat of where she was attempting to sleep before. She reached reached up, standing on the hard surface and towards her duffle bag. As she carefully felt around she grabbed the handles and made a graceful lean back, stepping off the bench and dropping back down to the floor below. The bag fell with her allowing her to catch it within her open arms before giving it a good swing and throwing it over one of her shoulders.

Tahlia stepped out of the train, feeling the pressure of the cold air against her body. She pulled her jacket closer together, locking her hands in the pockets. The girl from the outback Australia who was used to sitting in an NC with an internal temperature that 10 degrees hotter than the outside temperature wasn't completely happy with this below zero atmosphere. Each breath she took gave off a mist, causing her lips to feel dry.

She looked towards the other end of the tram noticing the NCs being unloaded from the container carriages, and there was her pride and joy, her little beasty, her bucket of shit that was now the biggest paperweight that was humanly possible. You wanted to prevent a few pages from flying away? Nah, how about a full library! With every armament now damaged in one way or another and a fuel cell that was completely dry, Tahlia knew that she would need a full team of mechanics in order to bring her little monster back online.

Looking forward Tahlia noticed the older lady rush straight over to the man holding a datapad, announcing her name as Agatha Smith and giving him her full attention. Tahlia walked over next to the lady, giving her a bit of a side look and wondering how someone could be that excited about getting into an NC. It was a level of excitement she couldn't understand but unlike Agatha, Tahlia had never spent time out of the NC business and didn't know the meaning of retirement yet.

Tahlia gave a strong inhale, pulling in as much of the air as she could and noting the lack of smell in the air, "Glad you're not the one to piss on the train," she slowly breathed, twisting her body to look back at the other individuals and sight over for if any of them were acting rather... odd. "Tahlia Styles," she spoke out, not bothering to face Agatha or Matthew for the moment. The eye-spy game she was engaged in of trying to spot the culprit was just too much fun.

Awilix (Closed version)

@Atrophy@FantasyChic

IC is up. :)
Like I said, this isn't going to be a fast Roleplay by any means so take your time with replies.

Awilix (Closed version)

The Mysteries of Awilix

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The Skies above The Landing

Jackson watched the skies through the scratched window of his Hauler. His gaze glaring out to all the other aircraft that were hovering around The Landing, ensuring that they didn't deviate from their carefully drafted flight path and cause an un-necessary mid air collision. It was a useless sense of paranoid seeing as how they operated on a basic form of auto-pilot. All the control operator had to do was follow the simple instructions, press a button, or pull a lever when necessary. The Haulers could almost fly themselves but decades ago this proved to be dangerous considering some of the wildlife in the area, especially when a computer cannot predict and out manoeuvre some of the Raven pests fast enough.

Ravens, a large wing beast jet black in colour with a long mouse like tail. They almost looked like a giant fruit bat covered in feathers with a gentle screech that was less annoying than the creatures themselves. These creatures used to pose more of a problem before hunters were set up around the city themselves with long range rifles. They didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the old world and specifically kill them, but instead were ordered to use tranquilliser darts and relocate them to the wilderness before they could get sucked up into more engines.

And that was the problem with these animals, they loved the sound of the jet engines. The whirring motor was almost like a mating call for them. They didn't 'want' to attack the Haulers, they just thought it was another Raven calling out for a "special invite". Most of the Haulers had been re-tuned to produce a different sound, but occasionally one dumb Raven would slip past the hunters and decide that a spinning blade of death was the best form of sexual excitement.

"You're thinking too much," a voice from behind Jackson spoke as he broke thought and turned around to see his robotic companion hanging upside down from the pipe work in rear of the Hauler. She was looking at him in a sort of admiration gaze knowing that the privilege of being able to switch off the body and mind was not something that she was able to do well any more.

"Maybe," he spoke in a dismissive way, turning back to the windshield to see the drop-pod coming up in front of them, the computer indicating which hanger they would be entering into to land their aircraft. "Hopefully the Transport will have some decent ore this time. I'm not doing another half load just to waste my fuel. We're already loosing profit as it is."

Cerridwen let her body drop to the ground, landing on her feet before performing a gymnastic like tumble roll so that she ended up kneeling next to Jackson and his seat. "It's fine, just go for the Gemstones, if you can. I have a buyer who's willing to take us up on a little extra cash if we can secure him a decent amount."

Jackson knew that her words were easier said than done as he guided the Hauler through the open bulkheads, gently lowering it down on the landing pad and shutting off the engines. Gemstone production had been quite low in recent weeks and it was putting pressure on the economy itself. Hospitals and Healers had become more stringent on who they wanted to help, Acid users had been put under extra pressure to produce purer Gemstones that would last longer and hold their charge better, while Crystal users had been running a very dangerous game in charging the stones to their very limits.

As the two stepped out of their Hauler into the hanger, they could see the crowds of people up ahead all bartering and bargaining for their own private supply. The masses of individuals swamping the docks and making sure that their job quota was met before others. The two weaved themselves through the crowd of humans and the occasional other robot, brushing underneath monitors that were playing the current news for everyone to subtly listen to. It all was the same news that Jackson and Cerridwen had already knew. The low Gemstone supply, the discovery of various ruins around the moon and attempting to link it with the disappearance of a lone scout, and the usual message about how any associates to the Children of Umbra will be dealt with accordingly by the government forces.

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T A H L I A S T Y L E S

Mess Hall - New Anchorage

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It was true what Alexander had said about Tahlia not knowing anything about the Burrows. This girl had grown up and was stationed in one of the most remote area of Australia, a good 10 hours from any of the inhabitants on the Eastern Australian Colonies, and only receiving the information and data that she was allowed to receive. It was little wonder that she didn't know much about these "Burrows" let alone this so called "Room". It was propaganda at it's finest, a perfect way to control a dogs of the Red Star. Her orders back at the mines were quite simple... "Kill anything that was not Red Star and defend this establishment at all costs," and she did that, defending it until she was the very last soul to ever live in now ghost town that was once known as Broken Hill.

Still his words ate into her as she stared, glaring down into his eyes to watch the fire ignite. The man who was previously informing others about his sob story of a life, telling them that he had to make amends to his past, telling them about his sins, had had the tact to question where her loyalty lied?

"What if I 'was' loyal to Red Star?" she questioned, smirking with an evil like grin and knowing it would full well rile up the young man. "What would you do about it? Would you... pull a knife on me? Stab me in the neck? Watch me bleed and call me a rodent, a dog, perhaps even a coward?" Her index and middle fingers came together in a needle like pose as she lifted her hand and positioned the fingertips on the curve between the collarbone and neck. "But what would happen if you were oh so very wrong, and you killed a fellow comrade out of pure hate for Red Star? How would Graham view your actions and in turn, value of your life and your loyalty?"

Tahlia knew that her statement would make him question who it was that she was really fighting for, but it was a necessary decision in her mind so she could see the stability of someone who had previously been enslaved by Red Star. She needed to know if he was willing to look past the past in order to focus on the future, that one's allegiance was not governed by one's birthright.

"I don't sleep because I don't trust you, nor really anyone else on this tram for that matter," closing off the conversation in a direct and assertive matter so that he knew that even a fellow Red Star fighter would not be willing to easily defend him from the interrogations and inquiries of others.

She turned and started to walk away towards the dining car, dropping the cigarette on the floor and watching it roll around briefly before catching it with the sole of her boot, all in front of the view of an older lady. An NC pilot ready for retirement? she thought to herself wandered past the older lady, right before Tahlia grabbed the door and swung it open, entering the dining car to find a decent meal.

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

I suggest slowing down and working on pacing, @Letter Bee, and not over interacting with other players before you completed your interaction with me. You we're the one after all that wanted our two characters to interact and now you wanna jump the gun for a second interaction with others?

I can very easily leave the conversation when your Alex and go off to collab elsewhere, but that could end up meaning I will less likely interact with you in the future as I don't know whether we will have a decent story element to build on or it'll end abruptly for you to just to the next character that seems to be free for interaction.