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Oh So Many Stars To Behold! ( Deso x Amberly)

As if the scooter had screeched to a stop Tina's boot thudded onto the pavement to keep her balance. Agast, her Hazel eyes searched his. Copper hair spiled over her shoulder as she leaned toward him.

"I was born a pilot. You have never flown?"

Born to a pilot was more accurate. She couldn't remember a time that flying hadn't been part of her life. Taking time to fly herself was rare these days, every spare credit was hidden away. When she was old, she still wouldn't want to die on Vexxith, but it might take her whole life to save up enough to get off the planet in time die anywhere else.

This guy with Amber eyes was bringing up her old way of thinking. The answer could be with people in places she hadn't looked. There could be time for life off of Vexxith.

It was a simple question, in a stream of questions, but to her it was by far the most important. Had he flown?

Oh So Many Stars To Behold! ( Deso x Amberly)

Courier sounded so official and respectable, Tina smiled sadly at the irony. She hand-delivered unaddressed boxes to undisclosed recipients in city streets like this one. It was a safe assumption that the packages were not all legal. The parcels she picked up were probably worth more to her employer than Tina's life. Tina didn't ask prying questions about that though, She just did the job. She got paid and ate and slept in the relative protection that Calendar gave to employees.

"Some days it pays well. The more I can deliver the more I earn. Even something road-bound like this is faster than walking. It's flying long distance that really pays. This gets the job done though, it was falling apart when I first found it but it's lasted two years already." She patted the handle proudly, even though it was a mess of a machine.

Oh So Many Stars To Behold! ( Deso x Amberly)

Oh, there was a voice, at least it didn't sound threatening, yet. Tina turned to face him and casually propped a hand on her hip. The motion nonchalantly pushing the satchel with it's precious contents behind her back. Looking the figure up and down he didn't give off a menacing vibe. He's more pale than me, she thought. Just looking at him reminded her maybe this job actually had some benefits, she ate.

“Around here? I'm just going where I'm told. Picking things up, making deliveries, running errands for the boss: earning credits.”

“Have you ever considered hiding on a roof? You could use some sun.” she added, settling down onto the seat of the scooter.

Oh So Many Stars To Behold! ( Deso x Amberly)

Sorry. Occasionally I have found that a partner writes a great post, but my character would have interrupted or taken action after the second sentence, leaving most of the post null and void. If you ever wish to do the same, feel free.

Oh So Many Stars To Behold! ( Deso x Amberly)

We're still getting the feel of this, if you would have jumped in part way through my post that's totally fine, I'm happy to edit for interruptions.

Oh So Many Stars To Behold! ( Deso x Amberly)

Tina Torbin pulled onto the side street, the lights of her makeshift scooter fading a little too quickly as she turned off the motor in front of a double barred door. She'd have to use the backup battery. Poor directions had sent her in circles for the day's deliveries, and there was no chance she'd be earning any extra credits to make up for it now.

The twenty three year old crouched beside the scooter and rearranged the wires. It was a mess of a machine with two main speeds she thought of as "pathetic" and "blast out of anywhere." Not that it could actually get her off the planet, but ships required a lot more power than a scooter. She was saving up.

That simple task done she beat on the door and waited for an answer. It creaked open, Tina smiled professionally and passed the box from her satchel through the opening before it clanged closed. Another one done.

Deso 1x1 / Plotting

Oh so many!

A Singer in the Stocks

During tournaments, the city's population rises from a few hundred inhabitants to a few thousand. Above the clamour of the crowd a single voice cought Ania's ear. That song could earn her more coins in an evening than picking pockets all week. She could use it again at the next tournament, at any town fair and in the pubs. The Gypsy found the source of the song bound in the stocks.

Ania rejects the idea of breaking the lock in exchange for the song. She could offer a bag of coins, but it wouldn't stay safely in the pocket of a prisoner.

Let the bartering begin.

(I started this as a short story but got stuck on the ending. Another player will give it the life it needs to finish. Violence is possible, but no +18 romance please. Thank you.)

Daydreaming is better than sleep.

Role playing energizes me. Stories entertain me all day long. I'm much more likely to daydream than sleep when I "take a nap."
I'm looking forward to exploring shiny new stories with the writers here. I can ramble about nothing for hours through the keyboard. I write slowly (because I'm distracted daydreaming instead of typing.) I usually write short to medium length posts. I prefer to write within boundaries similar to The Lord of The Rings; there is nothing +18 in the relationship department but there can be violence.
I gravitate toward fantasy, steampunk, or historical settings rather than modern.
I'll mostly be posting on weekends.
That's enough about me me me, it's the characters that really make the story!

Amberly