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Let's move onto the speech! Yes, please.^^
~~~~~Really craving a good X-Men rp for some reason.~~~~~~
Hana used the wait to collect her thoughts. "So, in the span of-" a quick glance at her watch, "Thirty minutes, we figured out aliens exist, Area 51 was harboring them, and her new job was taking care of them." she could feel the tension beginning to pool right in between her shoulder blades, and a Advil in her future.
Attempting to redirect her excess energy, she focused her thoughts on the being in the other room. 14 was a remarkable creature, so much like her own but yet so outlandishly different at the same time. His clothes had resembled hough of native americans,most fur skin and very basic designs with a few beads here and there. His hand had dwarfed both of hers, and she wondered if he had demands her own out of curiosity or a feeling of necessity. Perhaps he'd been mimicking her? How much did they know about human greetings or human culture period? His English was a bit broken, defiantly no formal training, he must have just picked it up by himself.
She still had a few English books lying around form her college days, she could bring them and a pick up a few lower level books from the library. It would be wonderful to communicate with him fully.
“Ha-na, done now.”
Her head whipped around as she looked up from her inner dialogues. He somehow looked even more alien in he gown than he did his actual clothes.
"Alright, let's get started." She smiled and motioned for him to sit down as she got the nesscary tools out. The set he's chop was first, asking him to breath in and out as she listened for abnormalities and liquid in his lungs.
"So," She began after a small silence, putting the sethesc opp e back in its drawer. "What's your name? Besides that number they gave you, if you don't mind me asking."
Attempting to redirect her excess energy, she focused her thoughts on the being in the other room. 14 was a remarkable creature, so much like her own but yet so outlandishly different at the same time. His clothes had resembled hough of native americans,most fur skin and very basic designs with a few beads here and there. His hand had dwarfed both of hers, and she wondered if he had demands her own out of curiosity or a feeling of necessity. Perhaps he'd been mimicking her? How much did they know about human greetings or human culture period? His English was a bit broken, defiantly no formal training, he must have just picked it up by himself.
She still had a few English books lying around form her college days, she could bring them and a pick up a few lower level books from the library. It would be wonderful to communicate with him fully.
“Ha-na, done now.”
Her head whipped around as she looked up from her inner dialogues. He somehow looked even more alien in he gown than he did his actual clothes.
"Alright, let's get started." She smiled and motioned for him to sit down as she got the nesscary tools out. The set he's chop was first, asking him to breath in and out as she listened for abnormalities and liquid in his lungs.
"So," She began after a small silence, putting the sethesc opp e back in its drawer. "What's your name? Besides that number they gave you, if you don't mind me asking."
“Think of it as a gift, we will all need our strength in the days to come.” She gently put the satchel on the table, Tadashi keeping one eye on her as he continued decimating the roasted Octillery. Kai had caught sight of the Princess and watched the fairy Pokemon with a curious expression on his face.
“My name is Sumiko, it's a pleasure to meet you Yueri.” She bowed her head, her attention focused on the Espeon perched on the armrest of the chair. She was beautiful, looking for all the world as if this were her castle. She had not seen many of them and wondered briefly if they all had such noble bearings. The gem on its forehead gleamed brightly, an indication that it was extremely well cared for.
“Your Espeon is very beautiful.” She stated, when the air around here seemed to cool down quite suddenly. A familiar chill seemed to settle around her, as she realized he must also have a ghost type with him. A low growl came from her right, Tadashi was understandably restless around ghost pokemon. Though, he would have looked much more intimidating without Kai gnawing on his forearm. She smiled and shook her head, the Gallade still taunt for a moment before relaxing his stance.
“Please forgive him, Ghost pokemon make him feel...troubled.”
@McHaggis
“My name is Sumiko, it's a pleasure to meet you Yueri.” She bowed her head, her attention focused on the Espeon perched on the armrest of the chair. She was beautiful, looking for all the world as if this were her castle. She had not seen many of them and wondered briefly if they all had such noble bearings. The gem on its forehead gleamed brightly, an indication that it was extremely well cared for.
“Your Espeon is very beautiful.” She stated, when the air around here seemed to cool down quite suddenly. A familiar chill seemed to settle around her, as she realized he must also have a ghost type with him. A low growl came from her right, Tadashi was understandably restless around ghost pokemon. Though, he would have looked much more intimidating without Kai gnawing on his forearm. She smiled and shook her head, the Gallade still taunt for a moment before relaxing his stance.
“Please forgive him, Ghost pokemon make him feel...troubled.”
@McHaggis
No problem. You just focus on your family Kay? :)
The Cantina better have damn good drinks. That's all Azala could think about as she headed in its diriection. She needed a stiff pint before she had to meet any of the other recruits for this little adventure began.
Her DC17 clanked against her armor as she walked into the Cantina, finding the most secluded corner so she could keep an eye on everyone. She had a few bounties on her own head and they almost always seemed to try and kill her when she was drinking.
Once the creds had been in her account, she'd found the nearest rebel base and secured passage to the Hammer of Justice. A bit dramatic, but they weren't paying her for opinions.
She signaled one of the Twi'lek waitress's for a bottle of Kri'gee. Most she'd away from the bitter drink, but she always felt more at home with a bottle beside her. Val'Buir would drink like crazy after collecting a bounty, then curse like cruse the damn thing the next morning for trying to kill him.
She fingered the holo pod hooked to her belt, remembering the message her Buir had left her. He was looking for a bounty, and told her he'd kill her if she got killed out there.
She smiled underneath her helmet as the waitress sat the Ki'gee onto the table. Now, if she just had some spiced warra nuts, everything would be perfect.
Her DC17 clanked against her armor as she walked into the Cantina, finding the most secluded corner so she could keep an eye on everyone. She had a few bounties on her own head and they almost always seemed to try and kill her when she was drinking.
Once the creds had been in her account, she'd found the nearest rebel base and secured passage to the Hammer of Justice. A bit dramatic, but they weren't paying her for opinions.
She signaled one of the Twi'lek waitress's for a bottle of Kri'gee. Most she'd away from the bitter drink, but she always felt more at home with a bottle beside her. Val'Buir would drink like crazy after collecting a bounty, then curse like cruse the damn thing the next morning for trying to kill him.
She fingered the holo pod hooked to her belt, remembering the message her Buir had left her. He was looking for a bounty, and told her he'd kill her if she got killed out there.
She smiled underneath her helmet as the waitress sat the Ki'gee onto the table. Now, if she just had some spiced warra nuts, everything would be perfect.
I was also a part of this RP on the previous site, although not as involved as I am now. I can copy the speech from before, if that's what we decide is the best solution.
This sounds like the best course of action.
Name: Azala
Race: Mirialan
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance:
((minus the lightsaber)
Skills:
-Advanced sniper rifle training
-speeder bike training
-Hand to hand combat
Equipment:
-DC17m sniper rifle
-Knuckle plate fibro blade
-A fine assortment of black market grenades
Bio: The early years of her life are nothing but fuzzy blurrs, Azala's first memories are of her and her father on Mandalore. She was raised on the DC17 sniper and refuses to use any other weapon. Considerd normal by Mandolorian standards, other races may find her a bit blunt, violent, and a bit of a hot head. She's not cheap, but the price is well worth her 100% satisfaction gurantee that the job will get done.
Other: Is addicted to spiced warra nuts.
" May the force be with you."
Oh sweetie don't worry about the rp! We'll take care of it, hope things start turning around for you soon. I'll keep your dad in my prayers.
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