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Pariah Online | Season One

@Xiro Zean I mean you and Ochre.

Pariah Online | Season One

@Xiro Zean TFW the player /is/ their character...

Star Trek-Inspired RP

@choraki HAa, I saw this in the sidebar, and if you hadn't already turned up I was gonna point you over here. <3 Glad you've found one!

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@Oak7ree Please~

Forest of the Future

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N i k k i

the site of Max's crash

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"Hey, /hey/! You okay?" Nikki was alarmed to see the poor draconi wobble, and the sight of blood welling under his nails was downright alarming. And then he said something about killing her. Triple-cursed druggies! she thought. Either half-crazed or entirely stoned. Ugh. Won't catch me melting my brain like that, no sir!

Still, she did wonder what "more" he thought she knew. There wasn't anything, was there? Which made her terribly curious as to just what he might be hiding....

Trust a cat to be curious.

But then his manner turned more normal, his eyes returning to blue -- when had they changed?! -- and refocusing on her. Nikki tilted her head at the thanks, but just nodded, wondering why he seemed down. "Yeah, sure," she replied, falling in not quite next to, but close enough that she didn't seem to be avoiding him. "Don't think I caught your name, though." When he gave it, she flashed him another smile. "Right, nice ta meetcha."

The lutroi 'let was munching a granola bar by the time she and Xell rejoined the group properly. Nikki hadn't intended on being out so late -- she'd meant to nose around a bit, get a feel for the forest's mood, and then return home and get an early start the next day. Not that she was entirely without supplies, but she'd been so stung by the outcome of that conversation that there was nothing for it but to do something right then. "He's in Woodsedge, then?" she asked the other girl, tail swishing. "That's where I live -- my bike's up by the road but I don't have room for everyone, or I'd offer to drive y'all back." It was a shame, but she greatly preferred the rush of wind and the mobility of the smaller vehicle to most cars. "But I can walk back with you guys. I'll just grab it another time."

She glanced at the youngest in the party, then took another, longer look as they started moving. "...Hey, didn't mean to upset you or nothing," she offered, looking sheepish. He seemed ill at ease, even though she'd left the heavy extinguisher behind. "I just figured better safe than sorry, yeah? Didn't want you hurting yourself any worse than you already have." The catgirl waved a hand at his various injuries. "So no hard feelings, alright?"

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@Oak7ree >doesn't acknowledge Bel, even though she went out of her way to acknowledge him

BUT YAY, A POST.

The Guttersnipes of Lydin- A Magical Steampunk Adventure

>steampunk
>Aria
>Selune

...Wait, Faunus? *squints* Albion? Is this a RWBY-on-Earth AU or something?
Can we have more details on magic, please? Or is that a plot point?

*keeping an eye on this*

Forest of the Future

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N i k k i

the site of Max's crash

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Nikki didn't seem perturbed by the explosive response, just arching an eyebrow in bemusement. Max's response got more of a reaction. "If he lights up again, I blame you, Maximus," she informed the pilot with a shrug, lowering the nozzle under Xell's hand. His request for a private word earned him a look of speculative interest, though she didn't leave the others so far behind as to be out of sight.

"Like I said, Nikkolaira Wyatt. As for that, it was rather hard to miss, yeah? There's another one too, though it was farther off. If you mean the extinguisher, well, it's standard gear for planes." Her tone turned playful. "And if you mean about the med kit, you didn't have it when you went in." A teasing smile crossed her face. "'Sides, if you meant to steal it properly, you'd've been more careful about letting it get seen, or you'd have held it more confidently. ...I suppose you might just suck at being a thief, but even I wouldn't pry open a burning wreck just to lift something minor. Well, not without a good reason." The wink she gave him said a number of things, most prominently that she was not unfamiliar with thieves and con artists, and that she felt no malice towards them. Nikki didn't even see it as a matter of covering for him. Regardless of his actions inside the plane -- which she wasn't admitting to observing -- she figured he'd brought the kit out with the intention of helping anyone injured.

Forest of the Future

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N i k k i

the site of Max's crash

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"You should stay," Nikki told Xell as she leapt easily to the ground. She was rather curious about him, even if she didn't really want to be alone in his company. For instance, she knew why /she/ had been en route to the forest, but what about him?

And then the otter kid combusted on the spot. She gasped, already diving toward the entrance to the wreck before the sound finished leaving her mouth. She knew she'd seen the bright red of a fire extinguisher earlier in the cockpit, and that's where she headed. Behind her she could hear shouting and a bit of truly uncreative swearing from Max -- so much for learning from him. She grabbed the cannister and hauled tail back outside, not bothering to be quiet about it. As a result, she burst loudly back into view during a quieter moment, barely having time to register that the kid wasn't burning anymore -- but he'd definitely been burning, and that meant he needed dousing.

"Hold still!" she cautioned him, pointing the nozzle his way.

"Fok off, G!"

"You were on fire!" the nekomi protested, not lowering the extinguisher though she did delay squeezing the handle. "And it's not something you're meant to be doing, or you wouldn't smell like bacon and chemicals! You can't be going around instantaneously combusting, it's not good for you. So hold still while I make sure you don't do it again!"

Forest of the Future

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N i k k i

road from Woodsedge and Merecc; the site of Max's crash

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The young nekomi brushed patchy hair back from her face as she looked after the odd draconi. She'd been on her way toward the forest of the Wrecks when she'd seen him, sprawled facedown at the edge of a cliff. She'd been concerned, but by the time she had her motorcycle at the side of the road there were a pair of crippled aircraft trailing smoke up ahead, with the nearer one spitting out a tiny dot that blossomed into a dull blue parachute on the way down. She thought she could even feel the ground tremble as they crashed. Man, this was already shaping up to be an exciting trip.

She'd been into the forest before, of course, but this time she planned to go much deeper than she'd ever ventured in the past. She'd held off so that she and Justin would be able to go together, as they'd planned as mere children. His last visit home had changed all that. It was just as well, she supposed. She'd been getting restless, and the idea of waiting until he graduated had grown increasingly frustrating. It was nice to be /going/.

And it looked like she might just have found an alternative companion. She didn't follow immediately as he turned to head down the slope, instead going back to her motorcycle and moved it farther off the road, going a bit into the brush. From one of the saddlebags she pulled a mottled tarp, and carefully covered her bike to protect it from weather and random passers-by. In theory, it wouldn't work without the key. In practice...nothing was truly proof against a determined trickster.

With her satchel slung across her back and her jacket tied at her waist, Nikki set off after the draconi. For now she trailed him at a distance, relying on the noise he made as he went to keep track of him, when the sight of his bright hair eluded her. Even in sturdy boots she moved quietly out of habit, doing her best to minimize sign of her passing despite it being far easier in more civilized settings. She considered jumping the guy just for fun, or maybe going ahead and setting up a tripline, but the poor man didn't seem quite right in the head and for all that she loved pranking, she wasn't cruel. Curiosity kept her quiet, even when she heard the sound of others up ahead near the crash site. A young coon, a spicati that was apparently the pilot and sounded like he might know some interesting words if he could just get away from the default "fuck"s, some funny kid who was all beat up...this could be a right adventure, sure enough.

She wondered what the wrecked plane had been carrying. Skypirates weren't exactly uncommon, not that she'd ever had the chance to meet any. This looked like a standard runner plane, from the emblem on the wings, the sort that did all sorts of deliveries from the most mundane to the ones that required an armed escort. Nikki wondered idly if there might be a reward for salvage. Sure, the pilot was right there, but he was otherwise occupied, and she'd never been the sort to pass up the chance at a bit of easy money. Of course she'd need to wait until the fire was finished....

She was jarred out of her speculation as to what sort of cargo might get a pirate so interested as to brave the no-fly zone above the Fall when a massive tree smashed down on the vessel. Well.

It seemed the guy she'd followed in had a similar mindset, ignoring those talking and heading for the battered plane. He moved quietly now, and Nikki watched with interest. A frequent thief? Some sort of spy or stealth operative -- there was something in how he moved that said "soldier" (or at least trained combatant), not that it was an uncommon profession. He levered the door open with a knife -- a knife! Too much of that and it'd be about as sharp as regular old tableware -- and slipped inside. She lingered outside a few moments more before curiosity demanded she follow.

Shifting into her feline form so that she'd fit better into small spaces, Nikki ghosted through the darkened opening and padded after her oblivious guide. His lockpicking skills needed work. Knives were not the right tool, despite his success. His choice of loot was unusual -- a stiff drink and a medkit. The way he hugged it, either he was in dire need or he was a junkie. Or crazy, that was still on the table, and as he spoke to himself yet again she thought it increasingly likely. When he tied his arm and reached for the needle, she revised her opinion. Crazy and a junkie. Well, good for him. She knew better than to cross druggies. Even her wild ways didn't extend to blatant idiocy in most cases, just a general lack of foresight. Everyone and their uncle knew about the fighting over the rights to produce medical serum, and other drugs were just a small step away. You didn't mess with the serum bootleggers and their mafia friends, and you didn't mess with the junkies that traded with them either. Her lips pulled away from her teeth in a silent grimace and she slunk back to the door and outside again. Her interest in the plane's cargo had waned for the moment, replaced by the sour aftertaste left by the thought of the fighting and the general idiocy of Novans as a whole.

The kid was unconscious now, and the coon girl seeing to his injuries. The draconi approached them shortly after, and promptly got a gun pointed at him for his trouble.

Not that he isn't a thief, Nikki mused, but it's not like you'd be able to tell without taking inventory. She'd moved up into the toppled tree's branches, liking the extra height as well as the bit of concealment it offered. As the pilot -- Max, if she'd heard right -- lowered his weapon, she moved enough to draw attention to herself, not bothering to hold back a chuckle. "If he was trying to steal your kit, he went about it all wrong," she commented, one arm wrapped idly around a branch so that she could lean forward without falling. Bright amber eyes glittered down at those below, picking up the goldenrod floral design on her pants and the matching trim on her leather jacket. "Yo, by the way." She grinned, a wide, face-splitting expression that made her look more like a teenager than her twenty-and-change years. "Saw you going down from all the way up by the Merecc road. Looks like the Wrecks did you in proper. Two more down to add to who knows how many. Shame, looked like a nice little plane you had. Y'know, before the ground gave it a makeover." She wasn't as fond of planes as she was of cars, but anything with a good engine held an appeal. "Name's Nikki, Nikki Wyatt. I know a towing company in Woodsedge, though I don't know if they'd be willing to come in here. Might be worth a try, though. I can give you their number, and change for a call when you reach a phone."