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Statuses are sometimes the most relatable things ever- until they talk about kneecaps
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Building a guide to engaging roleplay! Need people to interview. If you want to, PM me! Input would be a great help! :)
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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 432302
My name is Bailey, Agent, Trip or 43. I am versatile in roleplay topics, though I prefer to do almost anything in the fantasy realm. I'd be willing to rp with anybody, as long as you have enough patience to deal with my awkward personality and sometimes poor grammar. My PMs are open to discussing rps.
Please note that I have not existed or roleplayed for almost half a year so I will be struggling for a little while until I pick my abilities back up! I will try my best, so feel free to PM me as said above! I talk too much sometimes, sorry
The pilot scowled. "I wasn't talking to you, Bane. I'd say your name if I was," He grumbled, flicking a few switches and following Kissimi into a decent.
Chase Jackson
Chase eventually stood and began wandering around the ship, coming upon Megara. He stood there, debating whether to help or not. It's really a matter of do I care or not. She's already over dramatic, But at that point, he gave up and offered her a hand. "You really should be resting, Master," His voice carried none of the anger it had when he had last spoken. It had been an outburst, and it was over now.
The pilot sighed. "Well, I didn't even get a warning so stop whining!" He patched the ship's cockpit comms system into Kissimi's so he could listen into the conversation.
Chase Jackson
Chase had simply remained silent and still, listening to everybody else. He knew a bit about technology from being sent to pretty much harass the mechanics at the Temple. He debated going and offering Megara his help but decided not to do so. If she was mad at him, better to leave her alone.
Kissimi
"Fine. Bring it in, Andromeda."
Kissimi smiled, victorious. She sighed, clicking off the comms and beginning the descent.
"Can you make sure everybody is where they're-" He was cut off by the sudden rocking of the ship as the Andromeda separated from the Republic shuttle. He braced against it, muttered an insult that was meant for Kissimi though she wasn't there, and stood. "That should hold," He noted, forgetting Bane was there as he turned and hurried to the cockpit.
Kissimi and Pira Jackson
Kissimi slid into the seat, strapping in and indicating for Pira to do the same. The two spoke in hushed voices, even though they were almost completely alone. The wolves didn't count to either of them. Both were thinking different things, and the conversation was rather slow, not going anywhere really.
"Master Kissimi. Do you think Chase isn't ready?"
"To become a Padawan? Pira, you can answer that yourself."
"But what do you think, Master?"
"Drop it, Pira, please. Let's talk about something else."
"Okay. Who did you train under?"
That caught Kissimi off guard. An unexpected turn of events. "Master Windu. He was a good Jedi and a good friend, really." She sounded sad.
"Was?"
"He's dead. Our ship was shot down, and he didn't make it. It's been six months, and I'm not sure I'm over it, honestly. Don't tell anybody, 'kay?"
"I won't," Or at least, she hoped she wouldn't slip up and would be able to keep that promise, "Was your training ever complete?"
This time, Kissimi didn't respond, as a droid transmission had just reached the ship. But her training wasn't complete, she knew that. She just prayed Pira didn't.
"Identify yourself."
"Casey Rivers, captain of the Andromeda. Merchant." Kissimi answered, using her regular code name and profession. She'd done this too often to mess up.
"Thanks," She clicked through the comm system for the right channel and manuvered the ship to a point where she could get in contact with the scrap yard, which probably had a place for her to land. "Graveyard Scrap, this is Casey Rivers. Do you copy?"
"Copy, Rivers. Coming in for a landing?"
"Can I bring friends? I have a lightsaber I can give you if you let me."
She leaned her head against the frame, closing her eyes. "Look. I haven't spoken to the Council in months, and the kids aren't being very open about their mission. I probably know less than you do on that front. Now if you don't mind, we're wasting fuel. We can figure this out at a later date." She kept her voice even and calm, but she was getting a tiny bit agitated. She knew she wouldn't have enough fuel in her ship to stay in the air much longer, and the Republic ship would have less than she did. It was a matter of logistics. Fuel isn't easy to find as is, and I already need to trade for a second port for the Republic ship. I'm lucky Andromeda doesn't look Republic, or I wouldn't get a single spot. They're hostile towards me even then, just knowing I can use the Force. It'd be better if the others just got off Lothal as soon as possible. Better for me, for them, for everybody.
"I suggest you use this ship's comm system to contact the Council. If you do, let them know Mace Window is dead, will you?" With that, Kissimi moved around the door and began the very short walk to her own ship, letting the airlock slide shut behind her.
[center]⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
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[indent][color=00aeef]My name is Bailey, Agent, Trip or 43. I am versatile in roleplay topics, though I prefer to do almost anything in the fantasy realm. I'd be willing to rp with anybody, as long as you have enough patience to deal with my awkward personality and sometimes poor grammar. My PMs are open to discussing rps.
Please note that I have not existed or roleplayed for almost half a year so I will be struggling for a little while until I pick my abilities back up! I will try my best, so feel free to PM me as said above![/color]
[sup][s]I talk too much sometimes, sorry[/s][/sup][/indent]
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center">⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙<br>ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 432302</div><br><div class="bb-indent"><font color="#00aeef">My name is Bailey, Agent, Trip or 43. I am versatile in roleplay topics, though I prefer to do almost anything in the fantasy realm. I'd be willing to rp with anybody, as long as you have enough patience to deal with my awkward personality and sometimes poor grammar. My PMs are open to discussing rps.<br><br>Please note that I have not existed or roleplayed for almost half a year so I will be struggling for a little while until I pick my abilities back up! I will try my best, so feel free to PM me as said above!</font><br><sup><span class="bb-s">I talk too much sometimes, sorry</span></sup></div><br><hr class="bb-hr"><br><div class="bb-center"><font color="#0054a6">Current rps</font></div><br><font color="#0054a6">Name <div class="bb-right">With</div></font><br>not up to date<br><hr class="bb-hr"></div>