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Open Space / Re: That which yields is not always weak. [glooob!] [M/TW]
« on: August 21, 2022, 03:03:08 pm »
No, no, no. Pulled fully into his lap with her back pressed against his chest, Esha went stiff, her breath coming a little faster and heart beating a bit quicker. Every part of her cringed against the contact, and she bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep from making a pained sound as he squeezed her breast. Not that she could have made much noise to begin with, with her throat constricting in fear. It made it difficult to breathe, much less think--and she needed a cool head now more than ever.

Or did she? Was that just what she kept telling herself, in an effort to keep herself sane and hopeful? Telling herself she still needed to keep her wits about her, because...because things might turn around? Because she still had a job to do, and could still be useful? Could still be saved?

Because she needed to believe that all of this, everything, would be for something?

She held perfectly still, like a rabbit frozen under the eyes of a fox, and shot another look Corto's way. Skerrondus wouldn't...do anything right here, right? Gods, please no.

"There's a saying I've heard," she finally managed to say, voice a little raspy with panicked breathlessness. "There's always a bigger fish. You're someone else's guppy. What happens when you finally meet a shark? Planet hopping like that...you're just looking for your doom."

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Solar System / Re: Signed, Sealed, Not Quite Delivered [Rhi]
« on: August 27, 2019, 07:14:53 pm »
"A child? Whatcha even talkin' about?" Ari said, blinking in puzzlement. "Ya sayin' Sarah's knocked up or somethin'? What, her species produce asexually or...huh...actually, that'd make some sense." Because he couldn't think of a time where he'd ever seen her express interest in anything like that. She seemed more interested in eating faces than anything else. Unless her kind did it like mantises did and bit off the heads of their mates post coitus. Huh.

Sitara meanwhile looked from Rhevi to the weapons, at first uncertain until he explained Sarah wouldn't mind. Hopefully he was right!

"Er...to be honest, I don't really know what suits me," she said, rubbing her chin. "I've just used like guns and shit back home. Didn't do too much. Rividean scales are like fuckin' armor." Her ear twitched and she snapped a look up at Rhevi like a light bulb went off in her brain.

"Sarah got any armor-piercin' stuff? I could use something like that."

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The Frontier / Re: The crown Jewel of poor planning [DaGlobster!]
« on: August 27, 2019, 06:52:55 pm »
"Uhh..." Jewel looked slowly up from where she had been staring at her feet and the vast nothingness beyond, to Jesse, her eyes wide. "Feeling good. Feeling pretty good. Just. Whoa."

She stretched her arms out and rotated her wrists and fingers, testing out her digitalized body. It was so bright in here, so white, and the nothingness was kind of unsettling yet also kind of...cool? In a weird way? Maybe she was just way too high, but was this what death felt like? Yeah. No. That was way too downer. No existentialist crises, now was not the time!

"This is crazy. This feels...real. Like, if I pinch you, will you feel it?" And before he could answer, she reached out and did just that.

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Just war? It was a massacre, with—if she’d deciphered his slang right—the possibility of torturing POWs, and he was acting like it was just a fun little segue! How the fuck they managed to ruin her planet when they were so busy ruining each other, she had no clue. But she didn’t have time to ponder that when he spoke words that sent a chill down her spine, and the chain drew taut.

Esha resisted as long as she could, bracing herself against the pull before it started to choke her, and only then did she cave. She shot a helpless look toward Corto, belly twisting sickeningly because he was so near, her contact to the outside—but nothing could be done. He couldn’t help her, at least not now. And if Skerrondus was going to torture her...

Gods, she didn’t want him around that.

Ears flat against her head, she crawled into Skerro’s lap as she was pulled and sat cautiously at the edge of his knee, desperately trying to keep space between them. Her mind raced, searching for a distraction. She didn’t know what he wanted, whether he just wanted a lap dog or wanted something...else... but she didn’t want to find out. Distractions and delays were the only weapon she had, and so far even that had been ineffective.

“I...I didn’t grow up fighting amongst my own people, master,” she said quietly, deciding to answer his question. “I knew war. But I’m no soldier. Why do your people fight?”

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Solar System / Re: Signed, Sealed, Not Quite Delivered [Rhi]
« on: February 03, 2019, 05:54:22 pm »
Awkward and nervous and in a new, unfamiliar environment, Sitara followed after Rhevi like he had her on a leash. All she knew was her room was across from "Sarah's", but she didn't know where Sarah's room was. At the very least she could figure it out based on wherever Rhevi ended up.

Standing inside the doorway as Rhevi explored, she peeked curiously inside, not wanting to snoop but still wanting to see.

"'Maternal instinct'?" Ari repeated, laughter in his voice. "Maternal...we talkin' 'bout the same Sarah? Or do ya mean the sorta maternal instinct like when mama animals eat their babies? 'Cause yeah, I can see that."

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Open Space / Re: That which yields is not always weak. [glooob!] [M/TW]
« on: January 03, 2019, 09:26:09 pm »
Esha didn't understand a word of the tech jargon, if that's what it even was, but Corto did--and that was also useful information. The raptian had a knack for that, and Skerro clearly trusted and valued him to have him here in this place. Which...made her wonder. Who was he? And why was he helping her? How did that even happen that he would be on the Feylini side?

Which also meant...he was risking a lot, here.

Trembling, Esha's ears perked slightly when Skerro said they were almost done. The fighting was almost done? They'd made it out alive? And though she was grateful to be almost in the clear, a dark part of her was disappointed. Had his war machine even suffered much damage from that seemingly endless barrage?

What would it take to stop it?

She stayed curled where she was, ears covered and eyes wide, trying to make herself small and unseen. As much as the fighting had been a nightmare, in a sick way it had also been a blessing. Any time his attention was off of her was a small mercy.

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Ow! Ari only just managed not to visibly wince at Sarah's shout, piercing through his brain, and he didn't look over at her as she...scolded him. Didn't want to give away that there was a lot of chatter going on under the surface, just in case. And though he wanted to roll his eyes at her, her words were like a much needed splash of cold water in the face. Right. Get your shit together.

"Yes, mother dearest," he thought at Sarah, and took a deep breath. Cool. Collected. Calm. This was nothing. He hadn't just encountered the single most powerful bit of technology he'd ever seen in his life. Nah.  This was fine. Just dandy.

And so outside his comfort zone.

Yet as he calmed, sobered by Pierce's announcement that the calamari was ready--like nothing had happened, like this was just another day in his life--and as he reasoned that this guy had no reason to obliterate them unless they gave him one, another thought struck. A crazy one. Or maybe not? It was always better to make friends with the big fish, like a lamprey on a shark.

He raised his hand. "So fuckin' ready! Ain't had this shit in years," he said. "Damn. Ya sure got access to a lot of fancy shit. I'm surprised to see ya ain't swarmed over with customers. Betcha meet all sorts. Deal with pirates much?"

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Welcome Wagon / Re: Hello, i'm here and i'm here to be evil!
« on: February 14, 2018, 12:30:55 pm »
Yus! Come say hi! We can be slow on the OOC forums since everything OOC occurs mainly on Discord! But we are alive and kicking and plotting horrible things for our characters. |:

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Teinar Characters / Dusk; wasteland raider
« on: February 14, 2018, 12:27:58 pm »
__________________QUICK STATS
Name
Dusk
Age
40
Gender; Sexuality
Female; aromantic pansexual
Species
Human
Ethnicity
Teinari
Height
6'1"
Occupation
Wasteland Raider
Residence
The wastes!

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Physical Description
Pale white skin and black, curly, tangled hair that, when not worn down, is usually roughly and loosely plaited into two braids. It falls down to mid-back when braided, and reaches her butt when loose. Her eyes are bright, toxic blue in color. She is tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular with washboard abs.

She tends to dress in armor made up from salvaged and scavenged machinery and critters she's hunted or found, including scaley parts from a dead dragon she found out in the wastes not too long ago. (AKA Temple's dragon, Providence. Rest in pieces.)

Personality
Out in the wastes, it's a dog eat dog world, and she likes to be the one doing the eating.

Very, very paranoid. And very, very cutthroat. And the rest, I will develop as I play her! Huzzah!

Magic/Abilities
Strong like bull!

And idk. I'll figure this out as I play her!

Relationships
TBD

History
TBD

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Sassy Juice / Re: Outer Space Food Truck {Any aboard the Sassy Juice}
« on: January 15, 2018, 12:37:39 pm »
"I gotta sit the fuck down," Ari said, rubbing at his head and blinking as though to clear his vision. Was he...was he high right now? He must be high as a fucking kite. Or drunk. Cross-faded. Shit.

...Yeah. He must be all of the above, because he realized a second later that he was sitting.

He let out a breath slowly. Sarah and Food Truck Guy were happily chattering away, along with his AI, but Ari hardly registered any of it. Instead, he was inwardly panicking. That had...just happened. All those ships, gone. Destroyed. By a goddamned food truck that happened to be an absurdly advanced piece of technology. Yeah. That changed thing significantly. If this guy found out they were pirates...

Nope. Just stay cool. Calm. Collected. Act like normal customers. If they high-tailed it now, that would be suspicious as fuck. The only people who ran were people with something to fear, and he had saved them. So they should be all thankful and hero worshippy and shit.

Ykan was clearly losing it, laughing like a loon, and Ari gave a weak chuckle.

WELP.

His ribs were going cold, hardly touched, but when Pierce offered calamari, Ari snapped a look back to the screen. "Uhhh...sure."

Fuck.

Wasn't often someone rendered him utterly speechless.

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Edanith Characters / Sydney "Serrano" Cruz [WIP like whoa]
« on: November 09, 2017, 10:48:55 am »
__________________QUICK STATS
Name
Sydney Cruz
Alias
Serrano
Age
30
Gender; Orientation
Genderfluid (preferred pronouns: they/them/their); panromantic demisexual
Species; ethnicity
Human; Edani
Height
5'7"
Occupation
Pepper bandit!
Residence
Edanith Frontier!

__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF

Physical Description
Brown skin, black hair, and honey brown eyes.

Personality
A trickster, prankster, and jokester. And never passes up the opportunity for terrible puns!

Magic/Abilities

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History

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Questions and Suggestions / Re: A Finicky Request
« on: November 06, 2017, 05:31:54 pm »
Oh wow! I didn't actually know it was separated like that. Lemme fiddle and see what I can do. (:

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The Frontier / Re: The crown Jewel of poor planning [DaGlobster!]
« on: November 01, 2017, 02:44:50 pm »
It was such a strange sensation, getting something plugged into her neck. Jewel winced reflexively, even though it didn't hurt, and when Jesse motioned for her to get comfortable, she settled down onto the couch next to him. Curiously, she touched the plug, and grimaced. That was...so weird. Kind of gross, too, if she thought about it too deeply.

"I forgot to ask about how the heck we clean these things," she remarked as she got comfortable, turning sideways on the couch to lean against its arm while throwing her legs over Jesse's. "Like, to make sure it doesn't get clogged with dead skin gunk or anything. Ew."

She gave a final stretch before she let herself relax. "Any last things I should know?"

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Welcome Wagon / Re: Introductions etc.!
« on: October 05, 2017, 09:27:50 pm »
Hi Ara and welcome! <3

Feel free to hop into our Discord Chat, as lotsa shenanigans goes down there! (And since you have a Pilot, you might be interested in the Pilot Chat that is there--lotsa fun stuff happens there!) We don't bite, so check it out and drop by and say hi!

In the meantime, I look forward to plotting and writing with you!

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Gospel Subnetwork / Re: Angels for Freedom
« on: September 05, 2017, 06:29:34 pm »
Sweet gods.

If you want to squander your life on a suicide mission, be my guest, but do not implicate the Gospels in your foolishness. This is a mission that is doomed to fail. You are not just wagering your life here; if one of us is caught, it puts the rest of us at risk. We have to be smart here. You're thinking emotionally, not rationally, and I get that, he's your friend, but...

Okay, okay. So let's break this down.

1.) Somehow, you elude your dragon and manage to sneak away from them and shut them out of your head so they're not privy to your plan. I mean, possible. You'd have to be able to do that already to be a Gospel in the first place. But now we're talking physical distance here. You...somehow...get a space vessel with this "contact" of yours (let's pause for a moment and talk about your contact: are they psionic themselves? Can they shield their mind or are they an open book? Welp, they get caught, your entire cover is blown because anyone can get any info they want straight from their brain. Better hope they're a reflectivist) and you get up into space. Alright. Nice. Looking good so far.

2.) So now you...dock at the station? And hide your identity somehow? And get into the station. Alright, good so far. And then you...break out your friend?

3.) Here's where it really falls apart. You break out your friend. Somehow. Without revealing your identity. The space station goes into lockdown. Now your ship is compromised, because that's the first thing they shut down. How are you leaving now? Okay, okay, and let's say you fight off all the highly trained, armed, and body-armored security officers and folks who work with psychics for a living and use them as test subjects and who have probably, therefore come up with defensive and protective measures to neutralize such individuals? Being that's what they do at TRIM, experiment on psychics and mages and create technology based off what they learn? And being that something as simple as lead can block psionics? Anyway, let's say you fight off these people who deal with failed Pilot-trainees for a living. Guess who now knows you must be a Pilot, considering they'd be quite familiar with Pilot maneuvers? Congrats, they know you're a Gospel.

4.) Now EVERYONE knows you're a Gospel. The Citadel gets that alert, considering TRIM has a direct line to Aedolis. So let's say you get away on your escape pod or whatever. Now you have everyone in space hunting you. Congrats.

5.) Where do you plan on going? Certainly not back to Aedolis. That would be suicide. But you'll be hunted wherever you go.

6.) And about your identity? Well, we all know who you are now. Because when shit's hitting the fan at home and people notice, gee, I sure haven't seen Valkyrie in a while...wow, didn't they vanish around the time that candidate got busted out of TRIM...? They are missing still! Hmmmmm!

...This is a bad plan and you should feel bad.

-Indigo

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The Cancer / Re: Perlious Cargo of a Mercurial Nature (Rhi!) (M)
« on: August 10, 2017, 11:43:06 am »
"Let's see about finding potential buyers on this space rock before we start moving shit," Jericho said with a lazy stretch, fingers laced above her head. Her back popped and she winced. Oof. Yeah, fucking on the floor had been fun and all, but her body was feeling it. Felt like she'd been laying on a goddamned bolt.

She poked at her lower back, feeling a budding bruise, and then rolled her shoulders. What an eventful day.

She motioned Cal to follow as she headed down the hall for the cargo bay. "I'll just grab a quick sample before we head out. Let people see what we're selling. So, uhhh...about this whole TRIM thing..."

Reaching the cargo bay, she pushed the already loosened lid off one of the crates and dug around, fishing out a small vial of a bright pink, luminous liquid. She pocketed it and motioned him toward the door. "What was that like? And how the fuck'd you escape? I always heard it was impossible. And you were an experiment? So like, all the shit you hear about it's true? Like, I knew that place is shady as fuck, but it's almost like the space boogeyman, y'know? Hell, my mom used to tell me she'd TRIM me if I was bad. See how well that worked, heh."

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Aedolis Characters / Re: The Pilot and Candidate Catalog!!!
« on: July 31, 2017, 03:32:13 pm »
Name: Rachel Tierney
Stage: Stage 2
Age: 19
Mentor: Currently none.
Fun Facts: Totally outgoing! She's a people person and an extrovert that gets her energy from interacting with others, and gets lonely and restless easily. She likes to make friends, and friends-with-benefits! So far, she hasn't made any enemies due to being just so damned nice to everyone, but it's only a matter of time. Total dom in the sack and will sleep with almost anyone. Also, she's Gabriel Tierney's younger sister.
Rumors:
-Said to have seduced and banged a Pilot in Stage 1 and is gunning to add more names to that tally.
-Rumored to be a candidate for trimming, at least in Stage 1. Had a lot of higher Stages bet on her, due to her fairly unremarkable abilities.

Name: Arrow Archer
Stage: Stage 2
Age: 17
Mentor: Previously Roman Rosales, currently none.
Fun Facts: She's super shy. |: Can hardly hold a conversation with someone she finds attractive without devolving into a stuttering mess and walking into a wall.
Rumors:
-The running rumor is that Roman, as her former mentor, totally banged her.

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The Cancer / Re: Never Quite Free (Rhi)
« on: June 20, 2017, 08:54:21 pm »
Ari's focus was on Kyssimri, though he kept a general awareness of his surroundings--a sort of casual awareness that came with practice and exposure and familiarity with this setting and culture. You could never lower your guard on the Cancer, but neither could you act like you were guarded. You just had to belong--and while Kyssimri had caution, he lacked that.

But it wasn't his own observations that saved him. Oh, he noticed the bar fight. He noticed it, and he ignored it. To him, that was a normal, unexciting thing. Happened all the time. It was background noise.

But Kyssimri paused, looked at the fight. At first Ari figured the fight itself had startled him--he seemed a soft thing---but then he saw the way he tensed, the way he cowered back into the crowd, and he didn't have to be a damned psychic to feel his terror. His eyebrows raised and he followed the kid's gaze.

And felt the blood drain from his face, chills running down his spine like icy claws.

Darvish.

FUCK.

He sucked in a breath and resisted the urge to duck into the crowd, to jerk out of sight. Act like prey and attract the predator. Instead he kept walking, kept walking, until he found a natural break in the crowd and slipped in, like he was intending to go that way all along, like he was in no hurry even as every instinct screamed at him to get the fuck out. He just had to act natural. Calm. Darvish was distracted by the fight. It was fine.

But his throat was tight, his heart was jack-hammering in his chest, and his hands were shaking in his pockets, fidgeting with his smooth metal lighter. And he realized too late that he'd lost sight of Kyssimri, that all thoughts of tailing the kid had scattered as soon as he'd seen that monster. He'd gone straight into survival mode, adrenaline arcing through his veins.

What the fuck was he doing here?

Fumbling, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Took a long drag to calm his nerves. Shit. And now he'd lost the fucking kid--and he had so many questions now, too. Where he thought he was going, for one.

How he knew Darvish, for two.

But for now, he quickened his pace and slipped through the doors of the good old Piss Hole, deciding the kid could wait for now--while he took a breather and kept his head down.

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The Cancer / Re: Never Quite Free (Rhi)
« on: June 19, 2017, 10:26:24 pm »
Ari had stepped out for a smoke, leaning against the side of his ship, when movement caught the corner of his eye.

He twisted to get a better look, cigarette bobbing on his lips, and broke out into a slow smile when he saw what--or rather, who--it was. Kyssimri, his little stowaway and (shudder) blood donor. Had he forgotten to seal the door? Or had someone let him out? That was a question for later, though. Right now, he was less concerned about how he'd gotten out and more interested in just where he thought he was going.

Because the kid wasn't moving like a frantic escapee trying to just get anywhere but there. Naw, the kid was moving with purpose, like he had a plan and knew exactly where he was headed.

Ari flicked his cigarette to the floor, ground it out with his boot, and shoved his hands into his pockets as he counted to ten, leaving some space between them. Then he pushed off the Sassy Juice and followed, casually and not in any hurry.

The kid may have hidden himself beneath a cloak, but for Ari, that marked him as good as his hair or skin would have. He may have been moving with purpose, but he was still acting like a hunted, nervous thing, and it was easy enough to keep him in his sights.

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Oh gods, I'm going to die. The thought flashed through Esha's mind, not for the first time by any means and not for the last. Her life was in perpetual jeopardy here, and maybe, maybe if this was how it happened...maybe it would be a mercy. Blown up by heavy artillery would be a far cleaner, quicker way to go than the torture and tearing that Skerrondus was capable of.

But that didn't mean she was ready to give up yet, either. She had her mission. And she had a will to live, too.

It just didn't feel like it would ever end.

She stayed curled where she was, her wide eyes taking in all the stolen tech, tech she hadn't realized they'd stolen. They had aircraft now? That was valuable, terrifying information.

She whimpered as explosions went off around her, wincing and pulling on her ears as though that could help muffle the sounds, but her hearing was sensitive and the sound was deafening, her ears already ringing as she cowered in place.

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