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The Lost Soul, The Lonely God, The Weeping Angel
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So if you've made it this far you have an interest in me and my writing
I'm human.
I prefer cats and dogs over humans. They just don't start drama. Well cats do, but that's just being a cat.
I will never give my Real Name, my Gender and opinions on that will not be revealed.
I've never cared what anyone I write with is. As long as you write in English and well it doesn't matter.
Although there are times when I wish an Alien/Angel/Demon/mutant/Werewolf/Vampire would come to my house and say "We need to talk"
I'm human.
I prefer cats and dogs over humans. They just don't start drama. Well cats do, but that's just being a cat.
I will never give my Real Name, my Gender and opinions on that will not be revealed.
I've never cared what anyone I write with is. As long as you write in English and well it doesn't matter.
Although there are times when I wish an Alien/Angel/Demon/mutant/Werewolf/Vampire would come to my house and say "We need to talk"
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Walking with his temp squad Twitch tapped out a message to his true squad and sent the locations he’d picked out as possible ‘Hangouts’’. There was a few he wasn’t sure about, but caution was for spies, not Commandos.
But he wasn’t stupid either and shit went sideways more often than not. That’s why he was sending what he had to the others. Just in case he ran afoul of rebel scum.
“The Cantankerous Tuskin”, “Slender Hutt”, and ”The Twerkin Twilek” were all good and likely locations, especially from what he’d been hearing and seeing. But he wasn’t positive about them so he’d leave that to other more qualified individual’s.
But he wasn’t stupid either and shit went sideways more often than not. That’s why he was sending what he had to the others. Just in case he ran afoul of rebel scum.
“The Cantankerous Tuskin”, “Slender Hutt”, and ”The Twerkin Twilek” were all good and likely locations, especially from what he’d been hearing and seeing. But he wasn’t positive about them so he’d leave that to other more qualified individual’s.
Brew and boil.
Toil and trouble
Toil and trouble
Heard, and I like to write more than roll anyways.
At least they’d had enough warning that he could clean the basic armour they'd been saddled with before dropping to the planet below. And he had his own basic blacks, other wise it was going to be hell. Then he made sure his E-11 was in perfect order and cleaned (Again)
Once he was boots on the ground he patrolled with another group, never go it alone was a healthy motto to have. And play stupid. As far as these troopers were concerned he was straight out of boot camp and lost.
So they took him under wing and pointed out the seedier parts of town. And in the process he kept his ears and com-link open, He’d have preered his own gear, or at least non-Trooper gear to blend in with. But he wasn’t writing the orders, he was just obeying.
Every chance he got he’d stop and mark potential ‘hangouts’ for rebellion or smuggler types, on his geo-slate. Kept him from getting lost as well.
Once he was boots on the ground he patrolled with another group, never go it alone was a healthy motto to have. And play stupid. As far as these troopers were concerned he was straight out of boot camp and lost.
So they took him under wing and pointed out the seedier parts of town. And in the process he kept his ears and com-link open, He’d have preered his own gear, or at least non-Trooper gear to blend in with. But he wasn’t writing the orders, he was just obeying.
Every chance he got he’d stop and mark potential ‘hangouts’ for rebellion or smuggler types, on his geo-slate. Kept him from getting lost as well.
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Standing up Twitch left the room when everyone was dismissed, stepping aside for other in more of a hurry than he was. Heading to the testing range he collected his weapon and spent hours firing and reloading. Firing and reloading. He onlly left when the range master kicked him out, so others could have time as well.
Then he went to the holopods and ran through piloting programs until he ‘crashed’ then it was time for food and bed. Food was basic and bland, but it was healthy and filling.
He was surprised no one asked about the injury, or the fact that the squad was a blend of humanoids and humans. He didn’t care the pay was the same no matter who, or what, he worked with.
Grabbing food he left the commisary, pausing whe the officer in charge tried to bust him for stealing food, usually it didn’t leave. But once he tilted his helmet up and showed the burns and scar tissue, he left and headed back to the rooms. And if he had extra ration bars in his armour, so what.. right?
Throwing half of his extra’s on the table he went to his room and closed the door, only then did he take his helmet off and eat.
Standing up Twitch left the room when everyone was dismissed, stepping aside for other in more of a hurry than he was. Heading to the testing range he collected his weapon and spent hours firing and reloading. Firing and reloading. He onlly left when the range master kicked him out, so others could have time as well.
Then he went to the holopods and ran through piloting programs until he ‘crashed’ then it was time for food and bed. Food was basic and bland, but it was healthy and filling.
He was surprised no one asked about the injury, or the fact that the squad was a blend of humanoids and humans. He didn’t care the pay was the same no matter who, or what, he worked with.
Grabbing food he left the commisary, pausing whe the officer in charge tried to bust him for stealing food, usually it didn’t leave. But once he tilted his helmet up and showed the burns and scar tissue, he left and headed back to the rooms. And if he had extra ration bars in his armour, so what.. right?
Throwing half of his extra’s on the table he went to his room and closed the door, only then did he take his helmet off and eat.
Well, it seems Professor McGonagall did pass away and really cannot be the headmaster any longer. Rest in peace, Maggie Smith. 🌷⚰️
Rest in peace Dowager Duchess.
Location: Hogmeade
Mentions: Tænar Verch Tygath: https://drive.google.com/file/d/18wdjHe6ziqLr2EYp8i1YMRkQO3ln0Pm_/view?usp=sharing
After lunch, Tænar left the group reluctantly, it was nice being around people, even if she did self exclude herself a lot. we. Usually. But she’d be seeing them all soon, down at the town. Maybe they’d even hop bars? Not that she’d drink. She couldn't do that. It would probably have disastrous results.
Back in her rooms she looked at the things she’d unpacked and then opened her travel trunk and stepped down inside. The presents went into the appropriate room and slot. Hse had a good many dragon scales. But many hoes were missing from the collection. The shell fragment went with the scale in it’s slot in the semi-circle.
Taking a moment she sat in the chair and admired them, so much hard work and she was barely a third of the way to collect them all. Assignment! She coulld have the students list all the dragons and their abilities, their colors.. no that would never do, not if she wanted it published. But she coud get them to make a list for extra credit, and then she could do the rest. At least that way it was an editorial confirmation of her list.
Bar Hopping!
Jumping up from the chair, her feet didn’t touch the ground when she sat all the way onto it, she gave a little giggle. She really did need smaller chair, but that one was so.. comfy.
Moving to her wardrobe room, she figured this was going to be a formally informal get-to-gether so she picked out one of her nicer dresses. As she changed, and combed her hair, and unwillingly added a little makeup, sh pondered the Headmaster question. A previous student. And a previous Death-eater that had turned against them. And was still alive.
“DRACO MALFOY!!??” she said to herself, “MERLIN’S BEARD!!”
If it was him, it was going to be an interesting year. He was kind of cute, but married. If it was Draco, he’d be the only married one on the staff. Unless people were married and just not talking about spouses.
She herself had never had anyone interested I her, Or rather if anybody was – or had been – interested in her, she hadn’t noticed.
Selecting a red and cream dress with god trip she set about getting prepared for the evening of.. hopping bars.
When she finally arrived, later than anyone else, she was quite sure she was lost or had misunderstood the invitational letter, She thought they were meeting at one of the pubs, but it looked like the whole town was turned out for an event.
Hopefully they didn’t interfere with said event.
Mentions: Tænar Verch Tygath: https://drive.google.com/file/d/18wdjHe6ziqLr2EYp8i1YMRkQO3ln0Pm_/view?usp=sharing
After lunch, Tænar left the group reluctantly, it was nice being around people, even if she did self exclude herself a lot. we. Usually. But she’d be seeing them all soon, down at the town. Maybe they’d even hop bars? Not that she’d drink. She couldn't do that. It would probably have disastrous results.
Back in her rooms she looked at the things she’d unpacked and then opened her travel trunk and stepped down inside. The presents went into the appropriate room and slot. Hse had a good many dragon scales. But many hoes were missing from the collection. The shell fragment went with the scale in it’s slot in the semi-circle.
Taking a moment she sat in the chair and admired them, so much hard work and she was barely a third of the way to collect them all. Assignment! She coulld have the students list all the dragons and their abilities, their colors.. no that would never do, not if she wanted it published. But she coud get them to make a list for extra credit, and then she could do the rest. At least that way it was an editorial confirmation of her list.
Bar Hopping!
Jumping up from the chair, her feet didn’t touch the ground when she sat all the way onto it, she gave a little giggle. She really did need smaller chair, but that one was so.. comfy.
Moving to her wardrobe room, she figured this was going to be a formally informal get-to-gether so she picked out one of her nicer dresses. As she changed, and combed her hair, and unwillingly added a little makeup, sh pondered the Headmaster question. A previous student. And a previous Death-eater that had turned against them. And was still alive.
“DRACO MALFOY!!??” she said to herself, “MERLIN’S BEARD!!”
If it was him, it was going to be an interesting year. He was kind of cute, but married. If it was Draco, he’d be the only married one on the staff. Unless people were married and just not talking about spouses.
She herself had never had anyone interested I her, Or rather if anybody was – or had been – interested in her, she hadn’t noticed.
Selecting a red and cream dress with god trip she set about getting prepared for the evening of.. hopping bars.
When she finally arrived, later than anyone else, she was quite sure she was lost or had misunderstood the invitational letter, She thought they were meeting at one of the pubs, but it looked like the whole town was turned out for an event.
Hopefully they didn’t interfere with said event.
Michael de Shade & Alaina
Waking along behind them Michael gave them space but kept close enough in case the new girl had a psychotic break. She wouldn't be the first if she did. It happened from time to time, not often enough to put serious safe guards in place. But he’d seen enough to be cautious.
Walking in civilian wear made him itch and long for his armour, or for his uniform. Maybe he should go civilian contractor instead of government agent this time. Private security gave him an excuse to roam and listen to police and military channels, and freedom to go when and where he wanted, and needed.
He’d talk with the head of the Order later.
Alaina kept looking over her shoulder at Michael, “He scares me,” she told Jasmine. “Like he’s killed people and will do it again scary.”
“I’m a Knight of the Veil. It’s my duty to protect the Angel-borne like yourself and the Prophets like Jasmine. I have and will kill again. But not you or her.”
“How many, peope have you killed?” Alaina asked.
“No,” He replied. “I won’t tell you that. Because you really really don’t want to know.” Truth be told he wasn’t sure he could remember how many he’d slain across the centuries. Hell’s he’d been in all the Crusades, WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, and a dozen other hot spots seeking angel Borne and Prophets, and the Enemy.
The Fallen, they were his central target, and he was good at killing them. And their allies, the Sycophantic idiots that worshiped demons as Gods! Usually they were lapdogs idiots. But occasionally the demons got themselves small groups of Armies. Jim Jones, a demon, had both. Idiots and soldiers.
Michael had been to late to save them, but early enough to make sure the host drank the poison as well. The Demon had been forced to take monkey’s as hosts.
Once they were in the dining hall Michael looked around, he’d never really paid attention to where everyone ate. He’d taken vows to eat in private, never be watched eating or drinking. Granted those vows were thousand years old and the man’s entire bloodline was dead by now. But he’d taken the. And he kept his word.
Always.
Waking along behind them Michael gave them space but kept close enough in case the new girl had a psychotic break. She wouldn't be the first if she did. It happened from time to time, not often enough to put serious safe guards in place. But he’d seen enough to be cautious.
Walking in civilian wear made him itch and long for his armour, or for his uniform. Maybe he should go civilian contractor instead of government agent this time. Private security gave him an excuse to roam and listen to police and military channels, and freedom to go when and where he wanted, and needed.
He’d talk with the head of the Order later.
Alaina kept looking over her shoulder at Michael, “He scares me,” she told Jasmine. “Like he’s killed people and will do it again scary.”
“I’m a Knight of the Veil. It’s my duty to protect the Angel-borne like yourself and the Prophets like Jasmine. I have and will kill again. But not you or her.”
“How many, peope have you killed?” Alaina asked.
“No,” He replied. “I won’t tell you that. Because you really really don’t want to know.” Truth be told he wasn’t sure he could remember how many he’d slain across the centuries. Hell’s he’d been in all the Crusades, WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, and a dozen other hot spots seeking angel Borne and Prophets, and the Enemy.
The Fallen, they were his central target, and he was good at killing them. And their allies, the Sycophantic idiots that worshiped demons as Gods! Usually they were lapdogs idiots. But occasionally the demons got themselves small groups of Armies. Jim Jones, a demon, had both. Idiots and soldiers.
Michael had been to late to save them, but early enough to make sure the host drank the poison as well. The Demon had been forced to take monkey’s as hosts.
Once they were in the dining hall Michael looked around, he’d never really paid attention to where everyone ate. He’d taken vows to eat in private, never be watched eating or drinking. Granted those vows were thousand years old and the man’s entire bloodline was dead by now. But he’d taken the. And he kept his word.
Always.
Body Language check on Captain Crasse when i was talking vs when other's spoke.
(11+9=20) roleplayerguild.com/rolls/27561
n campaign Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid
Link: roleplayerguild.com/rolls/27561
Roll: 1d20+9
Total: 20
Breakdown:
DiceRoll[1d20] → 11
Constant[+9] → 9 (Perception)
(11+9=20) roleplayerguild.com/rolls/27561
n campaign Star Wars Saga Edition: Storm Commando Raid
Link: roleplayerguild.com/rolls/27561
Roll: 1d20+9
Total: 20
Breakdown:
DiceRoll[1d20] → 11
Constant[+9] → 9 (Perception)
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