Rtron

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Maeve

The Asylum trainee paused, her head turning as she heard the painful sound of a child sobbing and calling out in panic. It didn't take long for her to spot the young boy, his ankles trapped in the floor. Maeve didn't think, she just moved, quickly heading towards Cam. Blood dripped from her still wounded hands and arms, a red trail left in her wake. Her two remaining bone knives were still in her belt and her hands went to grip them both tightly as she heard snickering from the remaining crowd around the boy. Her savage glare was only enhanced by the dried blood drenching the front of her mouth and her shirt (From when Vail headbutted her) and the fresh blood on her forehead and arms (from her recent attempts at beating Joux). "Would anyone care to laugh at him where I can see you? Step forward or fuck off." There was a noticeable pause and silence, before the group around Cam drifted apart. Maeve glared at them for a few moments longer, before kneeling next to Cam. "Hush, you're going to be fine." She said, softly. Despite her bloodied appearance, she sincerely wanted to reassure the boy, grasping him under his arm. "Talamh naofa, scaoileadh an leanbh. Saor in aisce air as do thuiscint."

She pulled up on Cam's arm, heaving the boy out of the now soft as dirt granite. "There. Good as new. Deep breaths. Relax." She nearly hugged him, but paused at the last moment, glancing down at her appearance. "You probably don't want me hugging you."

Kiara

Kiara flashed a cheeky grin at Omari. "Naturally! We can't have a barbarian who doesn't eat most of the party food, after all." She glanced at Eric, back as her natural shadow. "You hear that? They still want you after you getting them into a world of hurt. Lets go Eric. I'll get something to eat and you'll get to be nice and interact with other people." The girl caught up with the rest of the group, smiling cheerfully. "So, shall the two of you show me how a DnD game goes, or am I left to guess on my own?"

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

80 years have passed, and we still have yet to do another 80 years. So, we've finished the first timeskip, and are in a little in between moment before the second timeskip.

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

Voira listened idly to the plans, focusing on getting her assault rifle ready and taking as deep of breaths as she could. Trying to calm her nerves. She was just about to jump into a room filled with very angry hostiles, with a group of Turians she had literally just met, outnumbered heavily, with no way to see anything, and distract them all by trying to kill them. All we have to do is keep the attention of all the enemies, in the pitch black room, long enough that everyone else can slip away, and then we have to retreat, while being shot at still. Simple! She thought, chuckling morbidly. This chuckle turned into a cough, which caused more blood to splatter onto her hand and in her mouth. Voira grimaced at the taste, spitting the remaining violet blood off to the side.

"We just need to last long enough to make sure she's safe." Voira muttered, quietly, to herself. "We just need to last long enough..." She was fairly certain a bruised lung, which she hoped is where all the blood was coming from, wasn't lethal. After all, RK hadn't talked to her about anything privately. Hopefully that's just because there's nothing wrong us...rather than she doesn't want to worry us. When the doors exploded, Voira counted the seconds as a hail of gunfire answered. Just as her team's door opened, the Asari mercenary placed a barrier around her own body. She started firing with the rest of Cabal, aiming at the last known enemy positions as the lights began to go out. Damn Turians better not leave us behind in this darkness...

After a few moments, a painful ache settling in her shot shoulder as the assault rifle's recoil hit her, the Asari felt another coughing fit come on. And this one was bad. Voira stumbled quickly away from the doorway, her barrier still tenuously held up over her own body, and tossed her assault rifle to Donny. She placed a barrier on him, letting her own dissipate as she crouched behind the wall and violently coughed. Blood splattered her hand and the floor, for the first time legitimately worrying the Asari. We can't die. Not yet. Not like this.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Go for it.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Don't worry, it's not like any of us have been remotely active for a while now.

@Scarifar

Indeed.

Though a collab post is in the works between Kho and Blackmist and I.

And I need to start that collab betweeen Astarte and vestec and all those poor, soon to be dead, dragons.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Tired. And, Althalus might change drastically depending on what Alaira does to Ovak 'whispering' in her ear.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

<Snipped quote by Ellri>

I didn't however. Heheee....

@Nightwing95 I see you!!! Come on in and say hi, we don't bite. I promise. We have the really rotten ones muzzled for now.

@Fallenreaper

Mmmf! Mmmf! mmmfghfm!

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Aramir

"I don't think we should..." Aramir said, trailing off uncertainly and being lead away. If it meant not being forced to talk to the Snow Elf delegation, who she knew would find out about her past and condemn her for it in a heartbeat, she was willing to follow the strange human girl to have some promised fun. The Snow Elf's eyes widened as they entered Underhaven, staring at the packed room of shins and knees. She was grateful for the noise. The sounds shouting and talking (Aramir was as of yet unaware of the brawls) washed over her and for a brief moment Aramir closed her eyes, smiling slightly. It wasn't the eternal howling of the winds on the Frozen Plains, but the noise was constant and loud. That, coupled with the ever present and ever bright lights, was more than enough to relax her. She frowned at Annabeth, raising an eyebrow as the human began to push her way into the crowd. With a sigh and a slight squaring of her shoulders, the Snow Elf followed. For a a few moments it was terrible. She was knocked about by those legs she couldn't dodge, which was most of them.

She gave a surprised yelp, blushing as Annabeth picked her up and set her on her shoulders. "No, I'm okay, really, I'm fine, you don't have to do this." Her protestations fell on deaf ears, and Aramir suddenly felt what it was like to tower above everyone around you. It was a novel feeling, until she noticed the fights going on in various places of Underhaven. Immediately, Aramir tensed and felt sick. There was nothing she could do about it, however, and no one else seemed worried. Still, the Snow Elf had to forcefully make herself relax again, the noise washing over her no longer seeming so relaxing.

As Aramir go the chilled drink from Annabeth, she barely noticed the chill. It reminded her of home and she smiled, staring at the cup a moment before taking it in one go as Annabeth suggested. No reason for her not too, right? Immediately she felt the alcohol's effects, growing more light headed and giggly. The world just seemed like a better place. "Don't get me too drunk." She spoke to Annabeth, bending over to look at the human, albeit upside down. "I'd rather be able to walk to my room by myself, thank you very much.

Uicle

Uicle, fully intending upon finding the Archmage and scolding him in front of his students, was stopped suddenly by an approaching student. Baulder, if he remembered the Rheven-Ari's name correctly. Uicle would have raised an eyebrow at the studen if he could. As it was, he simply stared at Baulder as he tore chunks out of an entire turkey breast. "Yes. I'm Uicle. Do you have something to say, or would you rather go back to eating the entire dinner table? If you're not careful, you won't have any room left over for desert!"

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

@Rtron
The lightsaber zanna found in the common room... Whose saber was it? Jakali's? Wasn't that fight one floor up?

Alternatively, perhaps someone else could have moved it down?

@Ellri

Azariah's.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| Day 2, 8:19-8:21 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex |~

Sish, dismissing Xid as a true threat immediately, whirled around with Force Enhanced speed to keep Shiri in front of him. He wasn't about to let a Jedi he knew nothing about get behind him, young child or not. As her hand went for his lightsaber, and something bounced off of his armor, Sish took a step back and drew it activating the blade with a grin. Before he could say anything, two things happened. A Force wave hit his knee, buckling it and making the Sith Lord drop to a knee for a brief instant, and a glass bottle shattered on the back of his head. Sish snarled, more in surprise than actual pain or anger, getting to his feet immediately and turning so that he could face this new attacker. Slight stinging pain told him that some glass has pierced his scales, but that was negligent when Alat's Force Push was coming at him.

He blocked the push, grinning at the Kel Dor. He was stronger than any one Knight. Lordship didn't come through his being weak, after all. His lightsaber was ready, and he spoke carefully, giving the Jedi one warning. "Give me an excuse. Please. Give me an excuse. I'm going to take the girl. How much fun I have before I take her is up to you." He wasn't angry, in fact he would have been rather disappointed if the Jedi hadn't made an attempt like this at some point. Excitement seemed to roil off of the Trandoshan, and he carefully kept Shiri and Alat in his eyesight.

That, of course, was when the Force Stun hit him. Sish stumbled, slightly, the disorientation hitting him like a wave, before his Force defenses kicked in. The Stun itself was pushed off, but the damage had been done. For the second time in less than 24 hours, the Trandoshan was disorientated. Fortunately, this time it wasn't a screeching attack on his ears and his opponents didn't have lightsabers that he had to worry about. Still. Four against one was not good odds, no matter how powerful he was compared to each of them individually. Sish lashed out with a Force Push towards where he had last known Xid to be, then lashed out again back towards where the Force Stun had come from. He raised his lightsaber, waiting for the Kel Dor or Twi'lek to attack.

~| Day 2, 7:38-8:28 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Sith Rooms|~

Zanna left the cafeteria,and began to head back to Jayda's rooms. Surely the Zabrak was up by now, and if her stubbornness was anything to go off of, she would likely insist upon training. Zanna gave a wry smile, walking through the halls of the ship. Stubborn to the point of self-harm. I could have killed her seven times over by now. Fortunately for her, I need her. As she walked through the main Sith common, she saw something curious. A lightsaber, left laying on the ground. Zanna frowned, walking into the room the lightsaber was laying on the ground. As she walked in, the heavy scent of sulfur hit her and she instinctively wrinkled in disgust. As she walked closer to the lightsaber on the ground, she noticed the scorch marks on the ground. There has been a struggle here. She thought, hand instinctively going to and tightening around her lightsaber.

Looking around to the room, suddenly nervous, Zanna found no answer for the smell and scorch marks. She leaned down to scoop up the lightsaber, and noticed something under the bed. "Melted Bolts?" The Red Sith muttered in confusion, staring at the open vent. She didn't like this situation at all. There were too many unknown things, to much she didn't understand. Death clung to the room, and it unsettled her, she knew that much. Quickly, the new lightsaber attached to her belt, Zanna fled the room. She didn't want to be anywhere near it.

Within a few short moments, she was knocking gently on Jayda's door.