SimplyJohn

The Echo Game! Something Different! Always Recruiting! Exclamation Marks!

I'd get in there quick if I were you, looks like Chuck may be grabbing it any second.

@Genni

I was so tempted to jump in there and grab it out from under her, but at the end of the day the thought of a dark and brooding anarchist with a pink Dora the Explorer backpack would just ruin Chuck's entire reputation.

If only it had been blue instead.

@SpookySquid As far as the dusty old Brown backpack goes I was thinking it would look something like this:

Indy's other backpack

Would that be right?

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

The telepathic network of sorts the Jedi and Sith “connect” to isn’t really that blatant or open. Its not chattery. Its more of an extra sense. The presence of the Dark Side might be a bit foreboding to such a sense. Not really sure what terms the Sith would choose to use to label the presence of light side users.

@Ellri

A luminous burning sensation akin to sunburn or bad chilli.

There are a good number of powers, but it does seem you’ve managed to balance it out nonetheless. Good.
You should add some relations with other player characters. That’s the primary purpose of the relations field.

@Ellri

Som's very much in-tune with the flow of energies in his body due to his religious upbringing, so I felt the selection of power would be appropriate for him. As he failed the Trials twice his training has been a little longer than most Padawan, giving him plenty of time to work on the 'fundamentals' but they're all still quite low-powered versions of the abilities, unlike that of a Knight or a Master, and I won't be overplaying their value to someone who is still technically only a Padawan. :)

As a quick note, I've only included the Plant Surge ability in his profile as a note for future development, not as an active ability at this time. While Som possesses the potential to use the power he's far from learning how to at even a very basic level, beyond making a seed sprout after several minutes of dedicated concentration, as noted on his profile, which may or may not prove to be an asset in the story.

Which other characters would've been either studying or teaching at the Temple within the last 5-10 years, and would their owners be willing to have Som as their colleague, trainee or otherwise known associate?

Heheheee. I thought you would never recall that. :p

@Fallenreaper

I take no responsibility for that. You knew those memory erasing drugs were past their use by dates when you bought them from me and I never guaranteed their effectiveness. :P

Lone Star (Sci-Fi/Space Exploration/Criminal) - Party Full

Feel free to let Hundred take charge, I think she and Simon have the most investment in seeing the rest of the ship than most of the others anyways. :)

Champions of Thedas - Dragon Age RP

@McHaggis I'm surprised you didn't go with 'Chicken Chaser'

@Genni

'Magister Masher' would've been more appropriate. :)

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

He tapped his foot at his table, which normally he wouldn't do but in his bad mood he expected the barkeep to come to him and quickly.

@Gareth

Noticing a customer without a drink, and with a full coin purse hanging from his belt, Hilda quickly drifted her way through the crowd to introduce herself to the purse young man with a large weapon. As she turned her back on the gnomes and their strange card game one of the old letches reached and and pinched her bum. Without even breaking her stride Hilda spun on the spot, her leg raised just high enough for her foot to connect with the side of his head before continuing on her way.

Sidling up to the table the barmaid held her tray of empty glasses high on her shoulder and smiled warmly to the newcomer, dropping a wink to the older man he was with who seemed to be nursing a bottle of very expensive wine. "And what can I do for your tonight, my lovely?" SHe said to the coin purse young man.

Elderis right arm shifted into a much larger hammer, more like a mallet. He banged loudly once again on the bar so as to get some attention, all he wanted was a drink and some food.

@Pripovednik

Turning his attention to the enthusiastic man with the hammer hand Geoff finished polishing the tankard he had been holding and reached up to place it back into the near inexhaustible pile of others hidden away in the storage space above the bar. Tossing his ragged dishcloth over his shoulder the half-troll stepped up in front of Elderi with a fang-toothed smile. "What'll be your poison, my good Sir?"

Code of the Burned [FULL]

Nice to see Condor's warm, caring nature coming to light now that her team's lives may be in danger. :P

The Echo Game! Something Different! Always Recruiting! Exclamation Marks!

Moving around the tables carefully Chuck watched the other two make their choices as he considered his own. Perhaps he should wait to see what the backpacks held before taking one for himself? Butno, the Game probably didn't work that way, and besides there was no guarantee what their backpacks held would have any impact on what would be inside his.

Stepping up to the table Chuck gently poked the pink one with some sort of cartoon characters on it. The bag looked as good as any other but Chuck moved on, something about it just didn't appeal to his. The gold one held no appeal for him either, while it may never tarnish it would also be soft and malleable and while he liked to see those traits in others he would never choose them for himself.

Finally Chuck stopped in front of 4. The old and dusty Brown Backpack. For some reason this one felt right for him and reaching out with both hands to took hold of it and slowly began making his way back to the seating area from which he'd risen, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

"Ah!" He finally vocalised, remembering that he did have some necessary evils on him, by sheer luck. He stuffed one hand in his pocket and rummaged around, before bringing out a pair of necessary evils in the form of small credit chits, the most accessible and portable form of necessary evils.

@HHShetland

Taking the offered scraps of metal Geoff looked at them uncertainly for a moment, watching them change colour as he shifted them about in his hand. They certainly weren't any currency he'd seen before, but that shouldn't be a problem if they were worth anything.

Clicking his fingers Geoff summoned his financial advisor and a moment later she appeared standing on the bar in her full 4" glory. For a moment Marcie stared up at Geoff with a dull, slightly annoyed expression before pulling her miniature bath towel more snuggly around her body, "Wha' th' hella' y' wan'?" She mumbled around the toothbrush sticking out from the side of her mouth. "Ca't y' s' I wa' bus'?"

"Got something strange for you to check out for me," Geoff said, placing the unusual coins down on the counter in front of Marcie, who immediately bent over to inspect them. As she shuffled around, carefully examining the markings on the surface, Geoff found himself having to turn his gaze away, Marcie's miniature towel seeming a little too miniature to him as her plump rear rose up in front of him.

Finally the 4" financier stood back up straight and glared up at Geoff with the same ice-cold look she'd given him before. "S' goo'," She muttered, "Wor' leas' fort' gol' eac'."

"Forty gold each?" Geoff asked, a little shocked that the luminous litte discs were worth anything at all.

"Perh's mo' t' collect'." Marcie added, tugging on the towel a little more as a chilly breeze made goosebumps rise all along her thighs. "C' I g' no'?" She asked finally, looking up at Geoff who'd frozen up at the thought of so much money laying in his palm.

Waving his empty hand vaguely Geoff shooed the baker away, "Yeah, yeah, we're good. You still on for Squash Friday?"

"Y'," Marcie replied simply, before vanishing in a puff of green smoke which left Geoff concerned. Marcie only ever used green smoke when she was in a really bad mood, and he'd hate to be the one who'd annoyed her that much.

@ArenaSnow "Hmm... I think I'll have one more."

@Genni "Same again, barkeep."

scooping up the empty tankards Geoff quickly refilled them and placed them back on the counter in front of the two customers. In his head he was keeping tally of the cost of the drinks against the value of the gemstone in his pocket, carefully balancing in a generous service charge at the same time.

The ammonia wasn't hard to come by, but it took a while to get it tasting just right, the way which left your whiskers singed and eyebrows withered. Luckily the barkeep still had another three full barrels fermenting in the back yard, so he could afford to serve generously.

Operation Shadow Sabre

Snapping the last of the armoured plates into place Saf relaxed for a moment and let her suit settle into place before starting a few warm-up exercises. The rig felt no different than any other she'd worn in her career, if anything it was a little less protective than most she'd used. While her chest was well covered and the interlocking plates running over her abdomen and spine moved smoothly and provided cover her arms and legs only had plates covering about a third of their total area, with her inner arms and thigh only protected by the flexible underlayer which was little more than an alloy weave.

Halfway through her exercises Saf felt the power building inside her again and quickly stopped moving. Carefully straightening up as the power flowed through her Saf realised her entire body was beginning to glow with the same light she'd seen on the gauntlet before.

Moving slowly she tried to touch her arm, but as she drew near the glowing energy seemed to merge, letting her hand pass straight through without difficulty. 'Well, at least I won't have a problem getting the damn thing off when the time comes,' She thought derisively, still not convinced as to the suit's value.

As a thought came over her she quickly lifted her foot and examined the sole of her boot. Almost instantly the glowing field snapped into place, enveloping her feet from below. 'They thought of that, too, huh?' She thought, starting to be impressed by the designer's foresight. As she lowered her foot again Saf felt a moment's pressure before her boot touched the floor, the field shutting off as it detected the constant pressure demanding contact with the deck plating.

Moving over to the rack of weapons Saf ran her eyes over the selection of a moment before reaching out for an SMG which was close at hand. 'Guess I'll need a weapon...' she thought to herself. An instant later the SMG exploded in a shower of metal fragments, skewered on a shaft of energy emanating from Saf's hand. Pulling her gauntlet back quickly Saf glanced down the row at the rest of her squad sheepishly, wondering if any of them had noticed her little mishap.

Champions of Thedas - Dragon Age RP

@CAS1006 It's not here. Why isn't it here? I need coffee to be here, but it isn't here. Why does the world hate me? :=(