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Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Pirouette

The dress kind of looks like this.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

1st Democracies Home Fleet - Diplomatic Shutle

Space above Arcadia-2

@Pirouette

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Diplomat Shakaiya Tar'ti fluttered her white, feathered wings in nervousness. She sat in a military shuttle, shoulder to shoulder with two large Krieg soldiers for protection. She looked almost comically small in her long, flowing diplomatic dress next to the armoured, mask wearing Trench Infantry. The large shuttle was Spartan in decoration, clean and absolutely military. The noble-born Tayt felt uncomfortable in such a set up. The vox let out a small whine before a small and polite voice informed them, "ETA is three minutes, ma'am. Do you need any help?"

Shakaiya stood from her seated position, trying to distract herself from the weight on her shoulders. This was only the second time the Democracies has had a peaceful First Contact and it was on her to keep it that way. She was young and inexperienced but she had natural talent in the field of politics and intrigue. She looked at her appearance in the reflection of the window.

The dress looked heavenly. The material was made from pure white, bulletproof, synthetic silk made in the high class atmoscrapers on the Homeworld, sparkling and glowing white in the light. She wore a simple golden band around her waist, shaping around her figure. Her pale blond hair was put up in tight bun, a few strands of hair touching her calm blue face. Everything about her appearance was modest but showed a hidden wealth and elegance that the Democracies wanted to send. Not too powerful but she wasn't backing down either. The silver necklace on her neck bore personal shielding in case of any hostilities, a hidden handgun strapped to her leg.

"ETA one minute. Prep up, weapons cooled but ready. Operators 1-2 escort Angel-1, operators 3-5 stay hidden. Last minute checks before boarding." Her two bodyguards stood up, black environmental suits covering them from head to toe. One clutched a large BPW assault rifle while the other had a compact SMG held in his hands. Their presence was comforting now that they were nearing the alien shuttle, protection in a strange environment. The sounds of a boarding rang in her ear and she closed her eyes, facing the shuttle door.

Shakaiya composed herself, head held high and lips pursed. 'This is my moment to shine. Bring it on.' She opened her emerald eyes as the shuttle doors opened. She twinkled like a star.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@Wraithblade6

Are you on @Pirouette's diplomatic shuttle or landing shuttle?

Teenage Wasteland

Hiya everyone. How are you guys doing today?

@LovelyAnastasia

Tired and hot as all shit. The temperature during a typhoon is strangely high XD

Teenage Wasteland

@LovelyAnastasia

The GM hasn't marked it full yet so I guess it's fine. Your character would be perfect for meeting the silent and reserved Rōnin XD.

Teenage Wasteland

Alphonsé Akiyama

The Forgotten Base of Operations

@Kei @MissCapnCrunch @Jangel13

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As soon as the stench of dead human reached him, Rōnin froze in place. Warning sirens rang in his head, telling him to run as far as he could. His senses dulled, a tingling sensation waking in his mind. It was not the 22 year old "Wandering Priest" anymore. It was the fourteen year old 8th Street runaway, firing blindly into the hideout of a rival gang. Memories fired at him, flashes of blood and murder festering in the dark places of his brain. Frail, willow voices howled at him, emotions dropping and falling like a wave.

'You think you can run from me, fool? You thought wrong!' Alphonsé felt as he lost control of his body, feeling being lost everywhere. His rage grew as his Inner took control of his body. 'NO! YOU WILL NOT CONTROL ME TODAY NOR EVER AGAIN!' He bit back, his body twitching wildly as the two fought for control. Using his mental strength, he overpowered the voice in his head was beating it into the corners of his mind.

Rōnin strained to look back at the pawn shop and walked back. He was using this to show defiance against Inner, showing who was the boss of his body. The smell was getting more powerful as he walked further and as he reached the door, he thought about what he was doing. He has always been alone, his certain "tendencies" made sure of that fact. Maybe this was a change, the possibility of some sort of therapy around comrades. 'This won't work if you don't even get through the damn door!'

Alphonsé agreed and opened it, looking at the interior of the pawn shop. The man who carried the corpses and immediately recognised him. Fox was one of the stragglers he often came across and was one of the few people that knew his true name. He nodded in his direction before going up to the counter. He looked up at the shopkeeper's eyes and said, voice straining "How can I join The Forgotten?" The silence was deafening.

Teenage Wasteland

Has much happened?

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Okay, I'm good. I have another two weeks of no internet but I can just borrow someone's phone to check posts and write everything up. I'd basically just have time to check and post so for the next two weeks, I won't be speaking in the OOC much (not that I do anything productive in the OOC XD).

@Pirouette, I'll work on the response as soon as I can, I've just been everywhere and doing everything. I will get onto it tomorrow after I rest a bit.

Teenage Wasteland

You guys can NPC my character for the next two days to move the plot along, I'm going to have no internet and I don't really want to ruin anything. At least my character could just walk off into the distance until I come back.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Yay! No internet, bloody brilliant. Apparently my IPad doesn't support any kind of sim at all. Great. I'll probably just write up the different CS's of Das Jotunheimen