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Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

Resistance to poison or not, "a couple bottles of whiskey" could put a grown man in the dirt. Adrion is a 17 year old weighing 150 lbs, and with his life as a hunter, likely very little body fat. Goddam.

I'm a professional college kid. If its one thing I know about- its alcohol tolerance. Granted I also do volunteer work at a hospital, but I'm pretty sure its the college kid experience.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

You can control the npc, but don't necessarily need to see from his perspective. Npcs are essentially shared use among players.

Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

@CollectorOfMyst my brother has relatively high functioning autism.

Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

@VirdidianIgnis well, welcome to the guild, friend of Baz. Now, this character is what I would consider a confident first impression into the guild. I guess if we're going to discuss the character, I'll offer my two cents on him

Now, he's a cool interesting character, I love the allusions and steps he takes hinting at some slight learning disabilities and the like, but doesnt hammer it in like its his defining character concept. My main issue with the character is how we bring him into the party- He's a prisoner, and he's not very good at talking. How do our characters get into a situation where we have the option to set him free and let him join us- and why would we want to? Our party isn't exactly short on combatants.

@CollectorOfMyst I concur, his description of Lukas' personality is almost scarily similar to my little brother.

Ace Academy - Ready!? Set!? Rumble! - High Casual

Exams will be done by Friday. Since Sara is a bit of a wallflower, I didn't feel a particular need to jump in just yet.

Stellar Fleet: The War in Heaven (Wing Commander/Freespace inspired Space Opera)

pretty much- Severin is unique given her status, she's being sent along as a support/monitoring unit.

but Echo Wing pretty much gets to hang out and chill around in the hangar until trouble happens, because trouble is almost definitely going to happen.

The Black Bulls - A Story of Magic and Heroics

Tentatively interested

Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

Writing that post, I just saw Garrus saying "I'm in the middle of some calibrations."

Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

"You don't trust her boss? Well slap me silly and buy me another pint, because I could've told you that from the moment she walked in the door." Sam said with a chuckle as he threw his head back and downed half of the whiskey in his glass. For a spy, Daniel wasn't particularly worldly- at least not with people of the working class. Sam laughed internally at that thought, but it was true, for all intents and purposes, Mercenaries were of the working class: they did the brunt of the labor with the smallest amount of pay.

"She's a merc, boss. They work for whoever pays them the most, whether its the IRIO or the Heavens Eyes. Its loyalty for hire." Sam explained, not condescendingly, but with an amused tone in his voice.

"Same could be said o' me. Guess I'm a bit different 'cause I don't particularly like the Heaven's Eyes either, but in case you forgot: I'm a freelance, a grease monkey for hire. You guys hire me regularly, and pay well, so for the forseeable future, you have my loyalty."

Of course it was a bit more than that, Sam had been working for the IRIO long enough to have formed some bonds with its members. Daniel was a well-meaning if somewhat stiff guy, Lucy was fun and friendly, even the General had qualities Sam could appreciate. He liked them, and enjoyed working with them, but he always had to remember, he wasn't one of them. Despite all the displays of camaraderie and back slapping, he was the hired factory worker, and they were the employers. In the IRIO's eyes, he was likely as expendable an asset as the next merc.

"Anyway, you should probably stop worrying about one of the mercs. If you have to worry about one, you might as well worry about all of them." Sam said with a shrug as he tilted the rest of the whisky glass back and finished it.

"Now I have some last minute checks to do before we leave. Engine calibrations and all. You should probably call it soon too, we've got an early day tomorrow."

Broken Skies: War in the Eversky

"I'm not drinking that, if that's what you're asking." Sam said bluntly, giving the neon colored drink a bit of a sneer. "But if you're buying, I'm not one to turn down a drink." Sam said, as he pushed himself out of his chair with a huff.

"I always found Lucy to be a more entertaining drinking partner, but I suppose you'll do." Sam commented off-handedly to Daniel as the two made their way back to the bar. His attraction towards the outgoing, friendly blonde was fairly clear, though they never got much further than light flirtation- professionalism in the workplace and all. Of the few IRIO agents Sam regularly interacted with: Daniel, the General and a few others typically, Lucy was his favorite- and by far the most talkative and easy on the eyes. Daniel wasn't a bad guy- quite the opposite, he was about as stand-up as one could expect a spy to be. But, like many government types, he was kind of stiff, businesslike, and always seemed like he had a pole stuck up his ramrod-straight backside. Not exactly the best partner for casual conversation, at least conversation that wasn't work related.

"Whiskey for me- on his tab." Sam called to the bartender, jerking his thumb towards Daniel despite not getting any verbal confirmation of the man paying his drinks for him. The bartender rolled his eyes at the sight of the two of them returning, but produced a short tumbler with a single large ball of an ice cube and placed it on bar in front of them before filling it with the rich, amber liquor.

"So boss, on a scale of pretty fucked to only slightly fucked, how do you think this job is gonna play out?"

the question was only half-serious. On the few missions he had been on with Daniel and Lucy, he had always managed to slip some iteration of this line into conversation at least once. By this point, it was just another pre-mission ritual, but it was still good to know how well Daniel gauged their success rate at- the man usually wasn't wrong and had a fairly good sense of how things would go, surprisingly enough.