VecSep said
Nah, not unless you want too.
Less work for me, I'm all good on this end.
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Less work for me, I'm all good on this end.
We don't need to import our CS do we? seeing as we have the links and all that.
Carlisle had tugged at the sleeve of his uniform until it came off with a fabric-ripping tear. He didn't necessarily like the idea of rolling his sleeve up just to accommodate his gauntlet and in his head, his gauntlet had been the more important item. With his back towards his mother and the others, he could hear the former's grunt of disapproval, obviously she was upset that he was ripping up his clothes.
With a joyous smirk on his thin lips, the blue-eyed youth sincerely thanked the person that had brought him his weapon. Which was more than most could say they'd ever gotten from him. He latched on the menacing black armament, the points at the fingers sharpen to a sword-edge, and the surface of forearm reinforce with shelf-layers of metal.
Its nice to feel the weight again, He thought to himself, rotating his left arm while walking to the stage. I hope this guy wasn't all talk.
Lining up across from the red-head, Carlisle sized him up for himself. A natural fit for his first opponent, seeing as his only competition was nearly the same size and build. It would be good practice if they ever had to fight each other.
A abrupt second later, he was sprinting into action. With a powerful leap, he spun in the air and dove down towards his opponent; his gauntlet leading, his eyes scanning, and his body nimble. “Ready-Set Go!” He burst out after the action.
With a joyous smirk on his thin lips, the blue-eyed youth sincerely thanked the person that had brought him his weapon. Which was more than most could say they'd ever gotten from him. He latched on the menacing black armament, the points at the fingers sharpen to a sword-edge, and the surface of forearm reinforce with shelf-layers of metal.
Its nice to feel the weight again, He thought to himself, rotating his left arm while walking to the stage. I hope this guy wasn't all talk.
Lining up across from the red-head, Carlisle sized him up for himself. A natural fit for his first opponent, seeing as his only competition was nearly the same size and build. It would be good practice if they ever had to fight each other.
A abrupt second later, he was sprinting into action. With a powerful leap, he spun in the air and dove down towards his opponent; his gauntlet leading, his eyes scanning, and his body nimble. “Ready-Set Go!” He burst out after the action.
I don't mind.
He pulled his phone back to himself, his dark eyes lifting in realization. Of course that's what it had meant. Without responding to the text, he placed his phone back into his pocket. Unfortunately he couldn't order anything to drink; alcohol was prohibited from him. A young master was never to be drunk in the presence of others, so he had forbidden himself all together from drinking.
He lifted a hand up in rejection of her off. “No thanks, but I appreciate the offer. Actually, do you have anything that's non-alcoholic? Ice coffee maybe?
He lifted a hand up in rejection of her off. “No thanks, but I appreciate the offer. Actually, do you have anything that's non-alcoholic? Ice coffee maybe?
Chung-Ho smiled flatly at the barmaid before bringing his phone into her sight. “Can you tell me what this means?” he asked her, pointing towards the “omw” message. “It's a bit confusing for me, English isn't my first language.”
Though he had fought against such assumptions in the beginning, it should had been obvious that he wasn't your typical American. His clothes, though a bit incomplete, were a suit nonetheless. Finely dressed in a bar was a bit, much, but he couldn't see any other way of leaving the house.
He brought himself closer so that she could see his phone better. Perhaps she would know.
Though he had fought against such assumptions in the beginning, it should had been obvious that he wasn't your typical American. His clothes, though a bit incomplete, were a suit nonetheless. Finely dressed in a bar was a bit, much, but he couldn't see any other way of leaving the house.
He brought himself closer so that she could see his phone better. Perhaps she would know.
Conrad smiled at Evan's enthusiasm, it kept him in a good mood and made their victory seem all the more certain. He watched his friend leap into the air, a crimson light glowing from his core before it flew skyward and turned into a familiar weapon.
“Alright,” He said, stepping forward as the blade stabbed itself into the earth. This weapon had been one that he had grown accustomed in the past week; learning sporadic and acrobatic ways to utilize it. Clamping a firm hand over the blade, he pulled it out the earth and with a fluent spin and swung it out to the side.
“As usual you feel perfect in my hands, Evan. Whoever is our opponent is going down, no doubt about that.” His spare hand reached up to loosen his scarf, the heat from their two souls were warming the air around him; it was something he hadn't grown completely use too.
“Who should we take out first?” He asked his weapon.
“Alright,” He said, stepping forward as the blade stabbed itself into the earth. This weapon had been one that he had grown accustomed in the past week; learning sporadic and acrobatic ways to utilize it. Clamping a firm hand over the blade, he pulled it out the earth and with a fluent spin and swung it out to the side.
“As usual you feel perfect in my hands, Evan. Whoever is our opponent is going down, no doubt about that.” His spare hand reached up to loosen his scarf, the heat from their two souls were warming the air around him; it was something he hadn't grown completely use too.
“Who should we take out first?” He asked his weapon.
Patience had never been a problem for him, even before throwing himself to the arms of the dark side he had always felt it easy to figure out ways to occupy his time. Meditation and such was beyond him for the most part, his mind at the time was simply amusing itself with his most recent kills. He had convinced himself that the Twi'lek and Mother had brought upon their own deaths. The Twi'lek was going to ruin his chances to follow the thread that led him to the ripples in the force and the mother was... well, she was just disobedient.
It sucks that I had to do it, he told himself, his silver eyes falling on the trembling daughter across from him; they were just a sheen beneath his earthen robes but they display an radiant pit. But to further my own goals... I'll show no mercy. That is the creed I've chosen.
Again he felt the tiniest of twitches in himself, a arrow that tilted towards indifference and away from guilt. The steady fear in the daughter had not diminished and thanks to that, he could numb himself to his pain. The pain of betrayal and the pain of loss.
Silent breaths counted the moments of his travel, moments that like his own life had passed by and never been thought of again. Before long the ship had docked with a few heavy-metal scraping, the lights in the starcraft flickering as it settled. Now that the ship had been successfully halted, he could feel the tether to the dark side so much stronger now. It was like covering yourself in shadows, having the darkness embrace you in a deathly hug. It was frightening and awe-inspiring at the same time.
Rising from his seat, he turned towards the daughter and after a moment said. “Try not to let this make you crazy. If you leave here alive, just think how lucky you are.”
The girl's lips quivered before her tears rolled down her face. Naraal couldn't help thinking that in the end, it was better to have a stranger kill your love ones than for your loved ones to betray you.
Walking out of the ship, he was met with chivalry of troopers that persuaded him to halt his descension from the vessel. His robes came to a stop on the metal ramp as he pulled off his hood, the silver gleam of eyes curiously looked on at them. It was clear to him, simply from the tension in the room, that it was not goodness that drove the soldiers; it was either fear or utter and complete loyalty.
It sucks that I had to do it, he told himself, his silver eyes falling on the trembling daughter across from him; they were just a sheen beneath his earthen robes but they display an radiant pit. But to further my own goals... I'll show no mercy. That is the creed I've chosen.
Again he felt the tiniest of twitches in himself, a arrow that tilted towards indifference and away from guilt. The steady fear in the daughter had not diminished and thanks to that, he could numb himself to his pain. The pain of betrayal and the pain of loss.
Silent breaths counted the moments of his travel, moments that like his own life had passed by and never been thought of again. Before long the ship had docked with a few heavy-metal scraping, the lights in the starcraft flickering as it settled. Now that the ship had been successfully halted, he could feel the tether to the dark side so much stronger now. It was like covering yourself in shadows, having the darkness embrace you in a deathly hug. It was frightening and awe-inspiring at the same time.
Rising from his seat, he turned towards the daughter and after a moment said. “Try not to let this make you crazy. If you leave here alive, just think how lucky you are.”
The girl's lips quivered before her tears rolled down her face. Naraal couldn't help thinking that in the end, it was better to have a stranger kill your love ones than for your loved ones to betray you.
Walking out of the ship, he was met with chivalry of troopers that persuaded him to halt his descension from the vessel. His robes came to a stop on the metal ramp as he pulled off his hood, the silver gleam of eyes curiously looked on at them. It was clear to him, simply from the tension in the room, that it was not goodness that drove the soldiers; it was either fear or utter and complete loyalty.
Sep said
OH Renny, feel free to be pulled into a bay full of Troopers and what not.I kinda forgot to put that part in.
Cool, I was confused on what to do.
Made my changes, also added some stuff to my item.
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