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9 yrs ago
Current Getting new RP ideas is agonizing when you realize you need to shelf them until you're less busy.
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9 yrs ago
The Owls are not what they seem... roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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9 yrs ago
Oh hey now, I just passed 1000 posts. Good god.
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9 yrs ago
Exams are done, Thesis is done, alright let's get back into this 'RP' thing, huh?
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9 yrs ago
Thesis is finally complete, now to curl up and die (but probably rp a bit first)

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Scott Fairburne



Location:AfterDark



Scott glanced about, noticing as Zoie came off and giving her a polite nod as she winked over at him. He generally got a mixed vibe of the woman, she was nice, and seemed to enjoy talking with him at the very least, but she seemed rather involved with Trisha, and that generally meant the kind of business Scott went to pains not to involve himself with. He didn't treat her any differently though, she was a customer and a regular, and so she got the treatment all of them did.

Smiling over at her as she came over and made her order, Scott nodded and put a glass on the bar. "Coming right up, Miss Crawford." He said politely, fishing around behind the bar for the usual bottle that was reserved for her, placing some ice in the drink before he poured it, letting it settle for a moment before he slid it over to her atop a napkin. Closing the bottle again, he tucked it back under the bar where he could easily reach it for any refills she requested.

"Hope you're having a nice evening, Miss Crawford." He smiled over to her in a charming and polite manner, sparking up an idle conversation more to pass the time than anything.
Liam Matthews



Location: Aunt Sue's Inn #10
Interacting With: Aloise Zamora, Sariel @Morose



As always, the events which unfolded continued to happen without Liam's input, he heard Aloise yelling at him, but the words were dulled in his mind as he barely seemed to even understand them, in too much shock as he watched Aloise get thrown into the other room. As the gunfire continued, Liam covered his eyes and rubbed them, trying to bring himself back to his senses to help as Aloise took the gun from Sariel. But when he opened his eyes again his guardian angel, and the two bodies were gone, it was just the two of them.

Liam slowly moved to stand, watching Aloise closely as he stammered a bit, still in shock. "W-wh-wh-what was... A-are you okay?" He asked as he looked around, trying to see if Sariel was still around, but establishing she was back to watching from afar as usual. He'd have felt much more comfortable with her around, but Aloise had certainly proven able to hold her own, he trusted he was in good hands.





Darren Andrews



Location: 1 Grant Road
Interacting With: Jade Cornish, Reverend Adder @Morose



Groaning loudly as he was struck by the Reverand, Darren staggered back up against the wall as the blood ran down his face, the hunter seeming quite surprised at how easily the man had actually been able to hurt him. Overall the Reverend seemed much stronger than he had been previously, at least, until his head hit the ground and essentially popped.

Closing his eyes again as he was covered in the blood and brain, he looked down at himself and sighed, taking off his jacket which had gotten most of it and dropping it to the floor. At the very least they learned these things would be considerably easier to kill than he expected, normal weapons seemed to work just fine. Satisfied with that, he pulled his mixed magazine out of his gun and dropped it, swapping it out for a real one as he looked over at her.

"Seems that way, are you okay?" He asked as he looked over her, making sure she wasn't going to drop dead from some wound he hadn't noticed.





Javier Crypt



Location: Crypt Manor
Interacting With: Belladonna Crypt, @Lady Amalthea Zombies



Separation did indeed seem to be Javier's goal at that point when it came to the horde of the dead, while he let his dearest work on her own concoction, he was busy at work slicing limbs and heads off the bodies, carving and cutting up their enemies as he made his way through the horde, still ducking and dodging under and over any incoming claws and attacks. He chuckled at his daughter's jest, continuing to carve through as if he was almost dancing.

"Oh my darling, these aren't old enough to be daddy's friends." He grinned, stabbing through three of the zombies and spinning his glaive around to slam them into another group as the rest of his blade cut through. His focus at that point was on getting rid of the risk, on carving through enough of them that they couldn't do much while he or Belladonna could focus on properly getting rid of them, with this much of a horde, it was just too much of a hassle.
@Morose

Alrighty, typing up a post now ^^
@Morose

May be cutting it a tiny bit close but I should be home and able to post before then, no worries ^^
Jackson Tanner



Location: Medical Bay



Jackson couldn't help but smirk at Anisa and Gideon's little exchange, despite what flaws he may have had, the younger mechanic always got the ship up and running and right as rain. He was good at what he did, and generally able to handle whatever issues arose, if that wasn't the case he figured they certainly wouldn't still be flying as well as they were. Not that they were flying at that exact moment but that was the point, Gideon would surely remedy that soon enough.

Continuing to keep a careful grip on Anisa as they moved through the ship, he was particularly careful as they got outside. Hearing about the deal with Brutus' boot, he wouldn't have been surprised if another man's jacket had a built-in land mine of sorts as their gaze shifted upward, catching sight of the shuttle as it took off. Jackson shrugged and shook his head to Anisa's question, having missed Genevieve's first comm, though a short while after she had left their sight, an almost comically short amount of time at that, her second one came through which he did notice, rolling his eyes. "Well, we gots more things to do now."





Gregory Quinn



Location: Lounge (Sealed Off)



Turning his gaze toward Foy as the man began to speak, Quinn crossed his arms over his chest idly to listen, tapping his fingers rhythmically against his bicep as he focused on what Coiffeur was saying. For the most part he was silent, simply taking in what he was saying and suggesting, only piping up in one instance as his eye twitched somewhat in near-rage. "Captain Quinn." He corrected as his first name was used, he'd only ever tolerated one person calling him 'Greg' in his life and he certainly wouldn't tolerate it from some contractor who in his eyes was just about as much as a two-bit gangster with a government pension.

Before he could respond to anything else however, Jahosafat spoke up again, Quinn turning his eyes over to the man to listen to him. He sighed softly and hid his irritation as Camilla was brought up again, he preferred to avoid any discussion over her that he could, keep it to a minimum, but for now that seemed impossible. He otherwise simply gave the man a nod, moving to the intercom by the door as he cleared his throat firmly, activating it as he spoke calmly into it. "Carla Lobo to the Lounge, immediately." His voice carried a chill through the ship, sending a shiver down the spine of some of the less well-attuned staff.

Stepping back away, he clasped his hands behind his back once more and turned toward the men, flashing Foy with a look before his gaze focused on Jahosafat once more, remaining as cold and professional as always.
I'll be posting in the next 3 or four hours when i'm home from work ^^

Joel Grau


Location: Best Exotic; Dining Hall
Interacting With: Claire @Lady Amalthea
Time/Date: Morning/August 2nd, 2016



Joel completely over-looked the wiggling eyebrows and glances between himself and Claire that Cass gave, turning toward his Irish friend as she and Desh spoke up once more. He shrugged his shoulders idly, "Nicht verstehen Englisch." He commented with an amused smirk. He doubted anyone around would actually understand what he was saying, but he figured the amused look on his face would be getting the message across that he was playing along. He didn't figure it was likely he'd be in a position to mention it anyway, he didn't know the woman at all, and even if he did meet her, it wasn't exactly first conversation material.

Turning back toward Cass as she excused herself, Joel smiled over at her and gave her a nod, looking over to Alc and Amber to see the two of them were getting along reasonably well. As Claire moved off, Joel chuckled as he saw her sticking her tongue out toward him. Moving off, he went to grab a drink of his own, though he paused as he felt the piece of ice hit his head and quickly run down his shirt. Letting out a quiet groan, he arched his back somewhat as it ran down his back, while it was refreshing, it was also bloody cold, and he quickly let it fall out the bottom of his shirt.

Glaring back over at her, he reached down and got himself a glass of ice water, moving over to her with a meaningful smirk as he stopped before her, reaching out before turning over the glass, letting the water and ice pour down onto the woman.
Harry Walsh


Location: Alf Leyla Salah at Opera Square



Moving quietly after the two as he looked over the stone, Harry could only read part of it, which was already enough to make the man more concerned than he already was. He remained relatively quiet as he looked over it, idly brushing his thumb over the writing as he looked between it and Aziza as she pulled the rag away to reveal the gash on her head. He frowned at the sight of it, but wasn't remotely deterred as he moved closer, giving her a slight smile as he took a look at it. He wasn't a doctor but he'd at least gotten a basic idea of injuries in the war, it also meant the blood didn't deter him much at all.

Concluding she would be relatively okay, he let Lauren deal with the treatment as she took the rag and dabbed some alcohol onto it. As the bouncer came out and suggested she go home, Harry nodded to Lauren's suggestion, adding in his own comment. "I'll be happy to walk you home as well, or to Lauren's, if it would make you feel safer." He assured Aziza quietly. At this point he certainly would've felt responsible if anything further had happened. Glancing down to the rock, he sighed and turned his gaze back toward Aziza.

"There's writing on this, but, I can't read it..." He explained simply as he held the rock out toward her, a gut feeling told him whatever was written on the stone wasn't exactly a love letter, or not the kind you ever wanted to reply to, anyway. But he felt she certainly had a right to know whatever was on it, he wouldn't figure it out without asking, anyway.





William Drake



Location: Egyptian Museum



William knew Vera was going to fall on him. There was no telling what it was, in fact it really was a guess more than anything, but there was just something about this kind of situation, the way fate had made this happen that he knew there was no way in hell Vera was going to get down from that precarious spot without falling ontop of him. And lo and behold, it didn't take long for that very reality to come true.

Things essentially went into slow motion for William when her heel slipped on the ladder. He should've kicked into over-drive, let go of the ladder and caught hold of her in a graceful, action-hero-esque manner. Except, none of that happened. He staggered back a moment and flung out his arms, almost losing his balance himself before he caught her, falling back onto the ground and his back as he groaned, the woman sitting on his chest and her hands grabbing his hair as if she was holding onto him for dear life. Hitting the ground hard, he groaned loudly and coughed a little, her having knocked the wind out of him as he lay there, looking up at her before a book that fell off the shelf landed on his face, prompting another groan.

"Ow." He grumbled quietly as Vera finally got up and off him and immediately apologised, moving to stand, he dusted himself off, looking between the Major and her, as if stunned by her show of concern. "Oh don't worry, i'm still in one piece, know you'd be losin' sleep otherwise." He smirked roguishly, showing that he was well and truly no worse for wear right off the cuff.
Luke Teth

Location:The Bridge


Looking over at Stehrr, he nodded his head as he watched the Wookiee, leaning back in his chair as he watched space roll by, knowing that before too long they would be entering the Tatooine system. "I'm sure she'll find the time to scold me, then everything'll go back to normal." As if on queue, Luke turned in his seat somewhat to meet the approaching footsteps, Kayala coming into view as she made her way up to the bridge. He had assumed she'd just scold him like she tended to, but what he got was a little more dramatic and unexpected.

Luke wasn't quite sure he'd ever heard Kayala yell, not in this way anyway, she was clearly upset, not just angry. It made him somewhat concerned, less-so now over his poor decision-making, but over what might have been on her mind otherwise, Luke had always never been amazing at making decisions himself, he often overlooked something and had to go back over it, it was why he had the meetings before-hand. However, that was when the scolding came in, not this, something had to be wrong that was more than just this whole thing, at least that was how it was in Luke's mind.

As she left, Luke turned his gaze over to Stehrr, letting out a sigh as he turned back to the controls. "Y'know pal, there's times I really, really wish I was still running guns and contraband." Rogues like the one and only Han Solo may have turned out to make skilled leaders, but it wasn't always the case. Luke and many others had been taken from lives of crime or generally insignificant military service and in certain cases forced into positions of leadership, the only time Luke had really excelled was leading fighters, it was different there. Part of him just didn't have the drive to adapt to ground leadership, the only thing that kept him trying was not wanting to let the others down, but he'd always had the thoughts of retirement in mind, heading back to the life he was used to. Not that he'd brought it to any of the crew, not even Sutton.

Turning his gaze over to Sutton, he gave her a nod as she came back, reaching up to the console before him. "Should be here just about... Now..." He dragged the accelerator back some, slowly the ship shuddering as it came out of hyperspace a bit of a distance from Tatooine itself, it would be a short flight from here, but they'd come out far enough to avoid Imperial sensors. Looking over at her at her question, he chuckled, nodding. "Think I look rogueish enough?" He asked in kind, trying to put the incident with Kayala out of his mind for the moment.



Kordath Targon

Location:His Quarters -> Hangar C


Making his way to his quarters, Kordath cleared his throat as he moved to his display case, working his way out of his uniform as he changed into his more combat-oriented gear. It wasn't particularly often that Kordath wore something other than his usual gear, but his combat get-up sometimes let him blend in even more, it was complex, had an Imperial touch to it of course, but the styling as well was almost distinctly Mandalorian, helped to blend in with the scum and bounty hunters on any other planet.

Along with his armour, Kordath secured his Bo-rifle, running his fingers lightly over the weapon before he slung it over his shoulders. He took one last look at himself in the mirror and gave a winning smile before he placed his helmet onto his head, locking it into place before he moved out of his room and down the hall. It didn't take long to reach Hangar C, where a Lambda-class shuttle was already waiting for them all. He could see everyone was already starting to form up, smiling as he moved over to them all and nodded.

"Well then, let's get underway, shall we?" He'd say, moving up into the Shuttle and into the pilot's compartment, letting everyone get aboard and settled before he'd start the take-off procedure, piloting the ship out of the Hangar and back down toward the planet below.
@The Elvenqueen

No worries, you're welcome to take that extension ^^ I'll be putting up a post very soon.

However, it's also reached that time unfortunately. @Lmpkio and @frapet are both being removed for failing to get in posts before their timers reached Day 8. As per usual, anyone can now NPC or bunny their characters.
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