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is this thing on
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Cassandra Cain
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im 24 now
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Back home. I need a breather, lol.
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Jenny


8 o'clock. Today was quieter than usual. Only a few clattering utensils against plates, and muted chatter of the folks who had few things to do on a weekdays morning.

"Yeah, I'll have a cheeseburger, with onion, tomato, dill pickle slices with fries, and uh, what's this, fresh seasonal fruit. Thank you." A man in his forties ordered.

"Cheeseburger with onion, tomato, pickles, fries, seasonal fruit. Okay, sir, it'll be right out." Jennifer, in full waitress mode, responded cheerily and professionally. The cooks were in the kitchen, and Jennifer relayed yet another order. Swiftly a circular tray, adorned with steaks and steaming hot loaves of bread was handed to her. That was table 6. Delicately balancing the tray between the tips of her fingers, Jenny delivered the tray to the elderly couple that had ordered it. "Two stakes, one well done, one medium rare, two sweet teas and dinner rolls."

Alicia walked by, and Jenny gave her a nod. The elderly couple thanked their waitress and Jennifer whisked herself away to another table.

Thirty minutes later, Jenny found herself in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. Scanning her outfit up and down. Mawmaw's. Yeah. She could do this for the rest of her life. It was what she was good at. If only she could figure out how to look good in this outfit. Or any outfit. All the clothes she bought seemed either too big or too tight. Why was she so...weirdly shaped? Whatever. Whatever! This was stupid. No time for this now. It was time to get back to work. Back to what she was good at.

Dareen Kahina

front parlor


Dareen's gaze hardened as it became apparent that peace, even temporary, was no longer an option. The Eyriens at this house would kill everyone were they presented an opportunity. Mikhail and herself were so far doing an adequate job at holding the front entrance to the house. The enemy may wise up and give up their brute force tactics and try for another entrance. But that would split them up, and the three brothers in the room could engage the enemy wherever they tried to flank. As far as house defences went, this wasn't going terribly. For every defender in the house, there were two enemies outside. Five versus ten. Dareen had seen worse odds.

Going quiet, Dareen lunged back into engagement range with the ensnared Purple Dusk warrior that had lead the charge. The front parlor filled with the sound of clashing steel as the mercenaries took their blade to each other. Given that Dareen had full mobility and the Purple Dusk had none, the advantage was obviously the Witch's. He was on the defensive, and the longer one is on the defensive, the more likely it is for one to die.

And die he did.

Her flashing sabre went for an overhead strike, and the Purple Dusk moved his sword to counter it, raising it above his head. Frenzy had kicked in, he was just trying to defend himself and survive, but his comrades offered him no salvation. Thus, Dareen cancelled her overhead strike and quickly repositioned her sabre into a thrust. He was too late, and the tip of the sabre slipped effortlessly into his throat, penetrating his shield and skin. There was no blood and no sound. His eyes widened and he struck at Dareen, but she blocked it with her buckler. For a moment the two were locked in this pose, his blade stuck against Dareen's buckler, and her sword lethally jammed into his left carotid artery.

The moment passed, and Dareen slammed her buckler down upon his face. With a resounding crack she pulled the blade free and blood began to spew violently forth. He was unconscious from the shield strike, and by the time he woke up, he would be dead. Still stuck in the wires he went limp and Dareen briefly reflected in her shining sabre's steel. First blood. Electricity and adrenaline flowed from the tips of her fingers to the core of her chest. "Those wires are deadly, Mikhail. One down!" She announced loudly, not taking her eyes off the fight.

Regulating her breathing, the Pruulish Witch stood her ground against the incoming invaders. Refocusing on her Craft shield, she readied her buckler and blade.
@Lord Greshh@Gcold

uh yeah man, looks really cool. I like him a lot, can't wait to see him rack up some points.

Maybe he could get a robo-hand at some point. when he learns that all he needs to be is the best lizardman he can be. i dunno! Looking forward to seeing how he pans out
alright. i'll probably get a post up tomorrow!
is everyone still here to make this happen?
Yasaliah Josk: Pilot


"Hey, I went to school." Josk said defensively.

"...the school of cool." She concluded smugly, leaning back in her chair.

"But the real thing is, there will always be more. Always more Spire bastards. You'd just give them an extra day of rememberance." The Satasi pilot glanced over at the captain, talking about his quaint, unambitious dreams.

"Aww. That's cute." She smiled warmly if condescendingly over at her captain. "You know-" She hesitated as Raymond spoke. Josk thought for a moment before shaking nodding wisely. "Oh. I just assumed that was one of the many, many voices in my head. You all heard that? That's fun. Guess you can talk after all, little weirdo. She grinned over at Rendel and leaned forward again, resting her elbows on the table.

"Can you read minds? Tell me what everyone else is thinking." She joked, but also genuinely curious. Her eyes were a little glazed over and it was becoming hard to focus, but this was fun.
@pyroman very nice

i'm the joker, baby
What happened to The Joker of this universe?
getting a post up soon

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