Scarlet Loup

Hillhaven : The Fantasy Frontier

i don’t have time to make a CS right now, but I’m planning on making a doctor for the town who could double as a mortician if no one wants that role. i should have a character sheet up at some point tomorrow!

Hillhaven : Fantasy Frontier Town Life - Interest Check

I'm thinking either sheriff or doctor! Maybe innkeeper?

Hillhaven : Fantasy Frontier Town Life - Interest Check

I'm super interested and happy to fill almost any role!

The Marauders (2018)

goodness gracious it took me long enough, but i finally got my post up woohoo

The Marauders (2018)

Tony was a bit more used to the aridness of the planet than some of the others if only because he’d ended up, by chance, on a few desert planets during his adolescence. But he hadn’t, by any means, had to rough it on any of those planets. Traditionally, a certain amount of luxury had always followed him. But not now.

He started to look about and take in his surroundings. Surely, he had spent enough time in his university years in port cities such as this one, but he also knew to keep his guard up and avoid getting comfortable. Perhaps that’s why he jumped slightly when Rendyl tugged on his sleeve. Nevertheless, he quickly caught himself and gave a slightly crooked smile back at her.

”You can tag along, yeah,” he replied softly. He inherently furrowed his own brow back at her, mirroring her before he softened his own expression as though to mentally soothe her. He wondered now what her own background was in the matter of apprehending criminals. Now that he thought it, she probably didn’t have much of a background at all. Or perhaps she had yet another surprise in store for the crew.

The Phoenix. For a joint labeled the “best bar in the galaxy”, he certainly hadn’t heard of it before. But in his past life, he certainly would not have found himself in a port city this…grungy. S07-1 had character. Yes, that was the word. Character. He smiled slightly to himself at Raymond’s usage of the Earth idiom but otherwise passively took in Raymond’s speech as he tried to orient himself in this world. The longer he spent on the ship, the harder he found it to reorient himself. As he let himself focus on the words around him, he began to pick up a medley of languages and, within them, accents. Few understood the beauty of it and fewer still on this ship: that was, of course, why he had his job in the crew.

But he was forced back into the room when the smell of tequila and sweat and whatnot hit him like a brick wall. It brought him back in time to hear Astrid’s comment and give a quick laugh in response.

”I’ll do my best to deliver, sweetheart,” he quipped, stuffing his scarf into his back pocket and adjusting the collar of his partially-unbuttoned shirt.”Best of luck, eh?” He cast a quick glance over his shoulder at Rendyl before sliding his way deftly towards the bar with a hand trailing behind him as though to lend some guidance to the woman as she likely followed. He’d led them to the bar, and once there, he slipped a few credits into his hand and waved down a passing bartender.

”A shot of whatever the hell it is that’s stinking up the place, please,” he requested as he slid some of the credits across the counter. As he waited for the drink, he turned to the Satasi woman beside him and slid the remaining credits her way across the top of the bar. He moved his body in this motion and slid himself closer to her.

”Do you have a moment, darling?” His tongue rolled with her native language, one he’d picked up quite early in life. He’d known most of his life that gossip passed quickly and effective through the sex workers of a port city. If there were an assassin in their midst, she’d certainly have some sort of a lead as to his location.

The Marauders (2018)

hello just checking in to say i'm going to have a post up at some point this week. i have to finish an essay and some job applications, but i'm definitely still lurking

The Marauders (2018)

Tony smiled into the lip of his mug as he watched Rendyl sign to him. ”I slept well enough,” he replied as he moved the mug from his lips. ”Might as well hop to it though, eh?” He led her to gather with the remaining crew, figuring that if Raymond hadn’t said anything, it must have been alright for her to view transmission. But he kept himself and Rendyl just far enough away from the holograph so that she wouldn’t show up in the transmission back to Admiral V’sul. And frankly, he didn’t care to show up in the transmission to her either.

He held his tongue throughout the transmission with much reluctance but allowed himself a few comments mumbled under his breath into his mug as he finished the tea. A shapeshifting assassin would prove to be an interesting challenge. The name was certainly one he had heard before in his more covert dealings. How awkward this mission would have been if he had hired Torsq in the past. Perhaps, however, he wouldn’t even be on this mission if he had hired Torsq. No use crying over spilled milk.

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When he stepped off of the ship and into the depot, Tony took a quick look around. His outfit was something that would have been sold in a set under the name “desert chic”. He’d tucked a partially unbuttoned white shirt into pants made of khaki which were in turn tucked into boots that stretched up his calf. Like a majority of the crew, he’d wrapped a scarf around his neck and once over his head to protect him from the sun. And finally, the glasses he wore were mirrored to better deflect the sun’s rays and add yet another fashionable element.

He opened his mouth to speak, but that was when Astrid tumbled stumbled back into him. He caught her with a surprisingly quick motion by holding his palms up in front of him to rest his hands on her back before gently pushing her upright.

”Easy there, sailor,” he quipped as he fiddled with his tracker. He looked up at Josk and Astrid as they exchanged comments.

”And I didn’t kill anyone, yet I’m stuck with you lot,” he countered, brushing his hand by the pistol on his hip as though to reassure himself. Of course, he wasn’t entirely innocent, but certainly he hadn’t personally delivered the final blow. ”We’ve been roped into some sort of pet project for the Admiral is how I see it. Can’t imagine the sort of praise she’ll receive for our handiwork here.”

”Surely the dock workers would know which bars are most frequented … and perhaps which are a bit more under the radar.” As he spoke, he took a few steps forward and made a move with one hand to wave over a passing worker.

The Marauders (2018)

it's a Christmas miracle - I've emerged from the void to write a post for Tony probably some time tomorrow because it's already midnight here & I've been up since early this morning. But yes - I'm present!

Happy holidays, all!

The Marauders (2018)

Eventually, Tony found his way into the kitchen. His shuffling had subsided as the injection began to truly take its course. He stepped into the space just as the Galactic Committee’s tune played over the intercom, catching his morning greeting in his throat.

”Damn it,” he grumbled, making his way towards the steeping mug of tea Rae had left for him. He pointed at it for a moment, mouthing “mine?”, before beginning to add his personal choice of ingredients to it: a splash of milk and some honey. He gathered the mug in his hands and chose a spot to lean against the counter near Ray and Rae as the transmission played out between the captain and the admiral.

”Code Velvet, eh?” he remarked before his first sip. He gave a soft chuckle. ”What a lovely message. A very thoughtful wake-up call.” Another, longer sip as he listened to Ray and nodded in acknowledgement. ”Any thoughts as to what it might be, Raymond?”

Movement caught his eye as Rendyl entered the space, and he waved with a slight wiggle of his fingers with the mug to his lips again. ”Good morning to you - sleep well?” He itched to sign with his free hand, having already conditioned himself to speak to Rendyl with sign, but as he remembered the events of last night again, he realized it was quite unnecessary now.

Tony’s attention was stolen as Josk entered the room. He tensed for a moment, recalling their own tense exchange from the game the night before. Still, there was no point in beating a dead horse - especially not right before a Code Velvet. ”Good morning.” Tony paused. Maybe just a slight kick to the dead horse. It couldn’t hurt. ”I imagine we would all appreciate a more thorough briefing before we begin kicking, no?’

The Marauders (2018)

I’m waiting on Jones to post I think?