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2 yrs ago
Current Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
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3 yrs ago
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today? Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." -Master Oogway
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5 yrs ago
So many writing ideas, so little time to write. Being an adult sucks...
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5 yrs ago
It's the most fattening time of the year!
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7 yrs ago
There is a madness to my method. Or is there a method to my madness?
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@Majoras EndHate to be a bother, but I need ya to post. If you haven't by Tuesday, I'mma have to skip ya and wrap it up.
The ray shield that Elias had had installed on his hangar could be seen at the end of the hall he was approaching from, along with a press of panicking beings trying to get to it and through it. However, there was the issue of one, the ray shield had to be deactivated from docking control, which was probably in lockdown to try and slow down the Imperial boarding parties, and 2, that there was about six security guards trying to hold back the press bodies from one of the few ships still likely on the station. "Sith spit..."

Drawing his other blaster, he begins shouldering his way through the throng, being none too gentle to ensure that the people shoved aside spread the word ahead of them once they saw his Mandalorian form. Soon enough, it was opening up before he even got there when his coms unit beeped at him. "What?" The astromech from before beeped at him. "What do you mean he's choosing now to call in the favor? We're in-" Several more beeps and whistles cut him off as the security guards see him and draw blasters of their own. Well, guess word spread of what I did to that kid... Of course, there was still the issue of Tyrell calling in his favor and coming in hot. "Ah to hell with it, on my mark, blow the ray shield. Transmit back he's got two minutes to get here." There was an affirmative beep and the transmission cut. Tyrell's droids would receive Elias's response along with coordinates to his hangar shortly after while Elias faced off with security.

"You're in the way. Move." The guards' response was to raise their blasters.

"Last chance, Ordo. Come quietly. We're not that idiot kid who rushed you with a stun baton earlier." So then word had spread. That was good, it meant they knew he wasn't kidding as he leveled his twin pistols.

"And this is your only chance to move out of my way and live. At least for a little longer, I'm sure the Imperials will be less merciful." And so it was a stand off, with no one moving or giving ground.
[@Majora's End]Just need a post from you to wrap everything up. You have one more day to post and then I'll have to finish things up without ya.


@Majoras End even. Sorry, forgot you don't have the apostrophe on here you do on Discord.
[@Majora's End]Just need a post from you to wrap everything up. You have one more day to post and then I'll have to finish things up without ya.
James Hunt|A Test of Honor



The paladin was preparing to point the pair back along the path that he and Cody had come along in their tracking when they duo broke into an argument, along with the younger one slinging questions and requests out a surprising pace. Before James could offer any form of answer, the older of the pair spoke up and tried to silence him and get a way out. "There's a pa-" Once again the younger man spoke up, making it nearly impossible for him to get a word in edgewise.

The pair argued briefly, most of which the Paladin couldn't follow, before the older wizard requested that the pair be allowed to accompany them. "Hmmmm...." On the one hand, he didn't know anything about this pair other than what they've shared, which wasn't enough to build a strong trust on, if it was even true. But on the others, James had concerns that this group of gangs was being led by an A list Dark Guild with S-Class wizards that he would be hard pressed to beat even with Cody's help. After a moment of debate, he sighs. "With no offense meant, I don't entirely trust you, either of you, but we can't afford to turn down the offer of help for reasons of numbers advantage in favor of the gangs. So you may accompany us, but be aware that the slightest hint of treachery and you won't have time to say good bye."




Hunter Jorgenson|Island Paradigm



Hunter stared, not in fear or disbelief, well, maybe a little in disbelief, but mostly in determination. Timelord's magic and Long Coat Guy's cheap tricks wouldn't work, not on a being like a dragon, or at least not for long. So instead of running after the others, he inhaled a lot of breath into his lungs and began to prepare. It was just long enough for the group to begin moving away when Timelord's spell failed, the air around the monster seeming to shatter as it was returned to it's proper time in space time, and it roared off the spells that Ferrin had conjured to try and get them time to escape, the pure magic energy in that alone incredible. And it was in that moment the Jade Dragon Slayer struck, clasping his hands into a vaguely trumpet shape.

"Jade Dragon's Roar!" The particalized stone impacted the red dragon with an explosion, drawing it's attention from the large group of wizards retreating away from it. "I'm a Dragon Slayer, damn it! Don't tell me to run when this is what we exist for!" Hurtling himself forwards, his hand encased in his element, he delivered a blow to the dragon's snout, actually stumbling it. "I'll buy you time! Get out of here!" Meanwhile, Penny and Jasmine would notice that the grey dragon they'd spotted was more moving in a specific direction than chasing them, which meant they just happened to be in it's path. Just where was it going though?
@Tenma Tendo Not to seem like an ass, but it is your turn to post. If you don't by tomorrow, I'm gonna have to skip ya.
Alicia Harnick

Level: 4
Day/Time: Day Two
Location: Butter Building, Kirby's Dream Land
Interacting: King Dedede(?)@Holy Soldier, Frisk Dreemur@Guardian Angel Haruki
Mention: Cloud Strife@Holy Soldier, Wario@Holy Soldier, Waluigi@Holy Soldier, Banjo-Kazooie[@Etherean Fire]
Word Count: 308


The beam attack caught the Titan offguard, but she dodged it skillfully, rolling forwards and under it to avoid being vaporized on the spot before swapping from the Doctrine of Passing to the Fourth Horseman and pumping three rounds into the eye from a decent range for the shotgun. She resumed strafing it, pumping the last two rounds into it's right arm to try and unbalance it before moving back some to reload. As she was sliding the third shell in, Frisk called for them to try and encourage the former penguin. He just doesn't get it, does he?

Finishing her reloading, Alicia swaps back to the Doctrine and opens fire again. "Frisk, this isn't something you can beat out like that. It's an infection, a medical condition that, at this time, we just don't have a cure for. You're putting yourself and us at risk with this." This time she wouldn't stand down and give into his pacifism. Not with the lives of her teammates on the line and an infection of this magnitude on the loose. They had to contain it and destroy it or risk all of Kirby's home falling to the infection.

"Alicia is right, Frisk. This is an unnecessary risk, especially with Banjo and Kazooie already under attack. Please, don't add to the danger." The Striker pulled her grenade from the air once more and tossed it right in front of the monster, hoping the flash would free the bear and bird up some to move around and no longer be such an easy target.

"Are you willing to risk an entire world to save one corrupt ruler, Frisk? Are you willing to put the denizens of Dreamland at risk of all being infected by this virus and subjecting them all to a loss of identity and whatever else will happen to them?"
The crowds were a lot thicker than the Mandalorian had anticipated, but he moved at a decent speed regardless, since most beings had no desire to get between a fully armored Mandalorian and his destination. As he walked, he kept an eye out for any more station security, who's ranks had recently swelled due to the draft the late Station Head had initiated in an effort to contain the panic of it's residents and businesses and even, in some cases, keep them from leaving, which had been a warning to everyone that something was amiss. Add to that a few minutes ago that the station was rocked by a turbolaser impact and hysteria and mass panic was now in control. Judging from the number of bodies in the makeshift security uniforms that lined the way, that had proven about as effective as a bug trying to kill a rancor. If he guessed her right, the grieving girl would put out a call to all the security forces to find him and detain him; and failing that, kill him. If he'd had more time, Elias would have stayed to talk the girl down and explain to her the situation, but that was far too short as the normal lights shifted to the emergency red after a series of shudders.

The sound of an astromech's beeping came over his coms and the smuggler sighed. "Of course there are panicking masses on the other side of the ray shield, M8, I'm almost positive my ship is the only one still on the bloody station and none of the larger ships are going to offer passage." A security member, a teenager from his build, attempted blocked his path and the Mandalorian glared at him until he moved, a wet trail following his retreating form. "Great security...Anyways, just spin up the engines and wait for my signal." A series of beeps and whistles came back at him.

"Yes I want you to blow up the damned ray shield! We don't have time for our usual fine-"As if to prove Elias's point, the station rocked from another series of turbolasers impacting it and suddenly the panic grew worse as the Mandalorian braced himself to keep his footing. "See what I mean? Just bloody do it!" He closed the channel and pulled one of his heavy blasters, firing it into the air six times, which produced the desired effect. The crowd of panicked beings parted and he was able to move that much faster, heading straight for his hangar. Shortly after the blaster discharges, another member of security, a proper member judging from his armor and stun baton, stepped forwards.

"You're not going anywhere, Ordo. Just stand down a-" The Mandalorian didn't let him finish, instead ramming his knee into the Weequay's crotch and then pistol whipping the back of his head as he doubles over, knocking him unconcious. Some of the younger members of security who'd been moving to surround him look nervous.

"The next one of you dumb asses who gets in my way dies. I'm through being nice." Not believing him, the teen from earlier, who had probably kicked himself for not standing up to the Mandalorian before, decides to be a hero and runs at Elias, a stun baton in his hand. He doesn't even make it half way before a blaster bolt slams into his chest, dropping him on the spot as the now useless stun baton clattered away. Elias, his blaster barrel still smoking, turns his visor on the other teenage and young adult draftees. "Anyone else?" They scatter, fear clear on their faces, and the Mandalorian smuggler sighs as he moves forwards, stepping over the teen's body. "Stupid kid..."
Mandalorian Enclave, Central Command Hub


"And how many were injured?"

"That's what's unclear. The attack hit so suddenly, Jorwain said that no one called out in surprise. There was a short burst of weapon's fire and then it was quiet again. No one's reported an injury, but..." Elias sighed as he leaned back in his chair. It wasn't what Jenara had said that worried the leader of the Enclave, it was what she wasn't saying. Jorwain was a Fett, a clan that had been on the edge of extinction until recently thanks to the infighting amongst the various clans, but he was a good man and one of the more experienced hunters of the desert. But there were concerns that this wasn't an attack by the Sijin or the animals of the desert.

However, before he can make a response and talk about the Rancor in the room, one of the trainers bursts into the room. "Turn on your holo-viewer. The Empire's made a power play." Frowning, Elias does exactly that, turning on the viewscreen that only saw use when major events were happening in Haven or when Elias felt like catching up on the news from across the planet. And what he saw only deepened his frown.

"An occupation dome. They're making it clear that they aren't to be trifled with. Jenara, recall the hunting parties and prospects. We're going to need to discuss what to do if they turn their sights on us."
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