Rtron

Our last march - High Casual (Open)

Have a long day of work tomorrow :D

@Nariata

Good luck!

The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

@Kingfisher

Before I go off making my CS, a question about Essence. Can it be used to, for lack of a better word, summon or create a creature or weapon?

For example, could it be used to summon/create a knight (with all the upgrades necessary to survive in the futuristic gun filled world) to fight for the summoneer, or a create a sword of light or what have you?

Our last march - High Casual (Open)

Also, it is not a good idea to touch, hold, or in anyway handle her bow. It is her pride and joy. Her precious.

@converge

'Merilwyn! We need to use your bow!'

'NO! I'll use it!'

'YOU HAVE A CONCUSSION.'

'It's nothing!'

'If we miss this shot, we all die. All of us. You. Us. The children. The puppies. Everyone.'

'I've got this.'

'We're all gonna die.'

Over

Xodus iz lazeh <.<

I shall have a post up by Saturday. My exams will end by then. So mean while Baku and Kirra you two should totally get a post up and join the madness. xD

@Rtron: Evacuation actually soudo like a good plan. Being near Julie is never a good idea, she isn't capable of holding back for long. :p

@xodus

Maeve is capable of good ideas!

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

Voira wasn't quite sure when she had collapsed. Or when she had lost consciousness. What she was sure of was that one moment she was firing into the Krogan's body, making quite sure the bastard's redundant organs didn't help him get back up, and the next she was on the ground Raa screaming above her and RK screaming in her ear. Voira tried to tell the AI to shut up, but merely ended up groaning in pain and coughing (which only brought more pain). She took a breath, wincing, and opened her eyes to stare at Raa. Despite the situation, a wry smile crossed the Asari's face.

"It's okay Raa, we've only got a broken rib and a bunch of other broken shit. This is nothing compared to our state after our clash with a Drell assassin. Well, clash is an exaggeration. We just kinda got our ass kicked while the Drell efficiently beat us down and threw us through a window pane and then moved onto her target. Lucky for us we landed on a car." With a hiss of pain the mercenary bent into a sitting position. Her shotgun was going to be useless for a while, she saw that much at a glance. Holstering it again she spoke into her comms.

"RK would you please shut up? We're fine, well, we're alive. Raa's fine. Just tell us that the ship is ready to go so we can get Raa onto the damn thing and away from this hellhole." Voira tried and failed to stand up, her strength failing her. She looked around for anyone that could carry her and allow Raa to be mobile and not in danger's way, but only found the tactless Turian continuously punching the Krogan's corpse. They are all, useless. Voira sighed, looking at her Quarian friend. "Alright, Raa. Can you support us? We'll do the shooting, if necessary, but we can't really walk.

Our last march - High Casual (Open)

@converge@Nariata@Assallya@Aristo

Character quirks? Odd little things about your character.

Rhian, for example, obsessively keeps her mask clean, be it with magic or manual labor, as evidenced by the fact that she is covered in blood and muck but the mask isn't. She also just likes idly humming to herself and using that simple magic to create an illusion of whatever she's thinking about or song she's singing. A drunken dragon, a firefly, a tragedy, so on so forth.

Knickknacks. Rhian loves collecting knickknacks from wherever she's traveled. A rock she liked. A broken arrow head. Anything that can fit into a satchel really.

Our last march - High Casual (Open)

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Haha, I think so too. I'm excited :)

@converge

=D

Over

My schedule's cleared to the point where rejoining is an option, so if you guys will have me, I'd like to jump back into things.

@bakugou

COME BACK TOO US.

Our last march - High Casual (Open)

@converge

Rhian and Merilwyn are gonna be besties. I can sense it. =D

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| Day 2, 8:20-11:34 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Prison Complex, Medical Bay |~

Nazca would have loved to say that she noticed anything on the way back to the Cells, but she didn't. She was too busy trying not to vomit as she was forcibly carried by two Imperial Troopers, her knees dragging across the floor, the very touch of the floor and their hands bringing agony to her. If she had had energy to scream, she would have. As it was, she merely She didn't know what that red skinned bitch had done to her, but she did know that she hurt everywhere. She was nauseous and weak, unable to walk unaided. When she tried to stand, freed from her restraints by Nyiss, she merely collapsed to the ground and lay there, slipping in and out of consciousness. The next thing she knew was that there were four new points of pain along her arms as she was picked up, soon to be joined by another two as she was dragged along the floor. My skin is agonizingly sensitive. Great. Nazca thought hazily as she was drug through the halls. She wasn't sure how long it took for them to arrive at the medical bay of the cells, nor was she fully aware of when she was placed on a bed. She was aware, however, when blessed darkness claimed her.

She had nightmares. The Hutt surgeons were operating on her again and she couldn't escape, she couldn't escape. Her heart pounded with terror and she could only watch as the red hot rings lowered on her spread out fingers. In the background she heard the screams of her companions as they were murdered and she tried to struggle free, but it was useless, useless like she was. There was a burning pain and she screamed and all she could here was the malicious chuckling of that red skinned bitch.

Nazca panicked and thrashed as she woke up, falling off of her bed. She hit the ground hard, her world spinning. When her mind finally stopped making the world spin and she was able to get on her hands and knees, she vomited on the ground, throwing up whatever gruel she had managed to eat. Worryingly, her vomit was laced with blood. "That's...fucking disgusting." She mumbled, crawling away from the mess she had made. Have to get on my feet. Can't show this much weakness to the Sith. She thought, stubbornly. Her hands reached up to grab a nearby upturned table-Why did they flip over a table?-and she grasped the leg of it, pulling herself to a knee. She rested for a moment, gathering her strength, and then paused and stared at her hands. Yes. Hands. Plural. Two of them, in fact. One that is real and one that looks almost real. Now you're back up to full skill with your thievery and splicing!

Nazca's mind rambled a bit more like this until she stopped marveling at her new hand long enough to look up and see the devastation. "What...what happened?" She asked, her voice coming out as a weak rasp. She struggled to her feet, leaning heavily upon the upturned table. Her eyes flicked over to Koren and Tolun, both working on someone. Nazca's eyes widened in fear as she realized it was Xid. NOt again, not again, not again. "Xid!" She took exactly two steps before her strength failed her again and she hit the ground with a cry. "Sith's Blood! Xid! What's wrong with him!?"