Balthazar

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

Palantine stood in the doorway, gaping. A new staff member. What's more a semi-robot, past war half robot man. Palantine put down the pizza. And whispered in Maria's ear "oh just so you know. We have a new kitten on the premises." Palantine left while she tried to grab his sleeve and whisper "What!" in his ear. Once in the kitchen Palantine clapped his hands to summon everyone "New arrivals: a new teacher, new students and everyone, a Kitten!" Palantine spun, grabbed the next pizza and waltzed out the room while the servants began to exclaim "But the fur!" "She's cleaning her own room this time!" and various other things of denial

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

*cries for my poor Palantine who hoped for a peaveful retirement looking after little kiddies* hey Aisling, what is the grand plot of this rp anyway

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

KindledBeast said
Oh he does but I mean if Dante can't help him he'll turn to different ways of getting what he wants.

oh dear

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

KindledBeast said
Towards the middle of there relationship I'm pretty sure she will start not approving of it. Becuase Dante lust for power by not just any power, a power he's never seen before maybe forrbiend magic it something dark like that. And then there's always the second part to his cursed eye.

Why does it feel like poor Palantine has no say in this?

Red Rose

Unknown100 said
Retria Renegade Ron Roundstone “Red” Fire Fairy -- She also hates war and those who benefit from it. About the size of a 3 week old human child and with similar body proportions.

Sounds good. I like how you made her a refugee :D *exited* All we need now is the main character. So do you plan on being a friend, or a companion?

Darkstar (Fantasy/Sci-Fi)

Sheikarah said
"I'll be waiting for the mechanic outside my ship." He turned and slithered back outside, leaning against the side of the Shuriken. The blob let out a breath and almost yelled over the intercom "Laika! Get out to the loading area, you got a repair!"

Laika's head hit the engine she was working on and she swore. Grease covered her hands and arms, she checked her reflection in the mirror before attempting to scrub off the grime. She gave up soon enough and decided "ag screw it, I'm a mecahnic, not a model. I don't need to be attractive." The ship was the 9th on a heap of scraps and she jumped, gliding down on out streched wings. She strolled over to the intercom "I'm on it!" than to the ship.

The first thing she noticed was the snake creature before the beautiful ship. "Good Day, how may I help?" she didn't need to ask, she saw the fuel dripping on to the dry dust. The ship was handsome, but looked like it travelled far to get here.

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

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Aisling said
I am GM -5.

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

What do you mean 7PM eastern time? I'm GM+2

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

Yaneznayo said
mr butler dude you forgot me XD

oops, sorry

Darkstar (Fantasy/Sci-Fi)

Couple of weeks later
It took Laika hundreds of galactic units to get the parts, several she scratched out of the yard, others she acquired by pick pocketing drunk guys at the bar, the last expensive few meant she had to break into a mechanics shop. She did her best to pay for what she took, by leaving a few almost new parts from ships at the yard. Nova now sounded good as new at the automatic computer system she installed catered for her every shipping need. But by now Laika was used to driving manually and she had to break the habit of steering when she took Nova out for a spin. Laika was fully kitted out and ready to go when it hit her, she hadn't the foggiest idea of where to go. so she used her new computer system to scan inter-system articles about Gortex, and eventually local articles from small planets with strange names. She cursed herself for not doing her reaserach first and getting herself so excited. For the moment she continued day to day sleep-work-eat-sleep cycle. She spent more and more time simply listening while at the bar, if someone she knew came over she would insist on talking quietly, with the excuse that her throat was sore.

By now she had read many articles on activists and their movements against Gortex, but all those people seemed so strange. Laika doubted she would be able to find an opening into the underworld that would let her pack a blow against Gortex. In fact, she didn't even know what she was doing. Yet she continued day to day life, slowly. Achingly slowly.