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Sorry but I'm gonna have to make a GM ruling on that. If they're cuter than a Quarian then that's too OP for all the other girls on the team. :P
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Hello all :) I've been RP-ing for about 15 years and these days nearly everything I write is through PMs. I'm getting back into this site after taking a break and am mostly looking at starting a few 1x1s but I might jump into a group RP if I'm tempted enough.
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There are so many of us online at the moment 
@TTwoThumbsUp What does Sevyn look like outside of her environmental suit? Just curious!
Sounds interesting.
Marga's face hardened at the clear mirth her answer was giving the Visipian. She wasn't surprised her intimidation tactics hadn't worked, but she was annoyed that she'd forgotten that Mez wasn't just any ordinary opponent - and that's what he was, an opponent, nothing else. Her feral remarks and predatory manner wouldn't really work on him, she realised. Not because he had nerves of fucking adamantium though - a trait she envied in him, not that she had never told him so for she feared his ego wouldn't fit inside any room ever again. Additionally, though he was a cocky git, he did have the skills to back up his words. If it came down to it right here, right now, with her handcuffed and weaponless, she wouldn't stand a chance. However the worse part of it was that Mez knew it. They'd done enough work together to know each other's weaknesses. Warily, she eyed the knife in his hands. She recognised the blade from their time together. He had used it to protect her in the past, when they were working together and traveling as lovers, but what about now? Would he plunge it into her chest at the slightest dappling of blue across her skin?
"Oh, you're still hung up about that?" @Kalas
That caused Marga to arch an eyebrow. The bastard even at the temerity to smile. Still hung up about that?! Like it was every day she that a paramour of hers tried to strangle her as they were having - to be quite frank, surprising acrobatic and mind-blowing - sex. Then again, who knew, maybe it was a Visipian thing? Marga knew it wasn't, that it was because of her mostly dormant Thuboisii half, but that didn't make his betrayal any easier. The real kicker for her however was that, that day on some distant moon in another galaxy, when she was entangled in his arms, her skin had started to turn blue. There were few instances in her life when such an event had occurred and Marga didn't like to think about the reason for why it had turned blue around Mez. She'd admitted to herself she had feelings for him, but never delved into what exactly they were. Her blue colouring that day didn't leave much room for discussion on the matter however. But that had been a while ago now, practically ancient history. Like the pyramids, baby. History she had buried in a dark corner of her mind and which she certainly didn't want to think about.
"Figures, but I guess it was only a matter of time before you'd want to touch me again. If it's rough-housing you're interested in, though, I'm game for another round if you are?" @Kalas
Marga let out a noise of indignation, then scoffed at his lewd suggestion. An idea struck her though. During their time together he had always been the jealous type - probably something to do with his sizeable ego. She'd already spotted his eyes roving over her toned limbs, so she knew that part of him was still interested. Marga turned to Farvis, a man she had done business with before and spoke to him.
@TheUnknowable "Now that's an idea, Farvis," she smiled, letting it be known that she at least had some sort of previous relationship with the man, "how about you and I spend some time together on one of the Askarian moons and have a little fun when all this is over? For old times sake." She winked suggestively and practically purred her way through the sentence.
"Oh, you're still hung up about that?" @Kalas
That caused Marga to arch an eyebrow. The bastard even at the temerity to smile. Still hung up about that?! Like it was every day she that a paramour of hers tried to strangle her as they were having - to be quite frank, surprising acrobatic and mind-blowing - sex. Then again, who knew, maybe it was a Visipian thing? Marga knew it wasn't, that it was because of her mostly dormant Thuboisii half, but that didn't make his betrayal any easier. The real kicker for her however was that, that day on some distant moon in another galaxy, when she was entangled in his arms, her skin had started to turn blue. There were few instances in her life when such an event had occurred and Marga didn't like to think about the reason for why it had turned blue around Mez. She'd admitted to herself she had feelings for him, but never delved into what exactly they were. Her blue colouring that day didn't leave much room for discussion on the matter however. But that had been a while ago now, practically ancient history. Like the pyramids, baby. History she had buried in a dark corner of her mind and which she certainly didn't want to think about.
"Figures, but I guess it was only a matter of time before you'd want to touch me again. If it's rough-housing you're interested in, though, I'm game for another round if you are?" @Kalas
Marga let out a noise of indignation, then scoffed at his lewd suggestion. An idea struck her though. During their time together he had always been the jealous type - probably something to do with his sizeable ego. She'd already spotted his eyes roving over her toned limbs, so she knew that part of him was still interested. Marga turned to Farvis, a man she had done business with before and spoke to him.
@TheUnknowable "Now that's an idea, Farvis," she smiled, letting it be known that she at least had some sort of previous relationship with the man, "how about you and I spend some time together on one of the Askarian moons and have a little fun when all this is over? For old times sake." She winked suggestively and practically purred her way through the sentence.
Seems like our group need to make a game plan before they go in?
Finding the spaceship equivalent of the "black box" is a good idea.
Finding the spaceship equivalent of the "black box" is a good idea.
You guys are just trampling on my childhood now. Their play den was AMAZING! And the ball pools!!!!
@SimplyJohn Now that we're about to go in, what's the first room like that we find and does it lead to others easily or do we need to find/make ways?
@SimplyJohn Now that we're about to go in, what's the first room like that we find and does it lead to others easily or do we need to find/make ways?
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Maturity is overrated. Like McDonalds.
YOU TAKE THAT BACK.
The second bit, the first bit is fine.
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That's probably why they two managed to stay together for as long as they did before Mez met her brother and finally cottoned on to the horrifying truth. Their children were going to be blue! :O
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Marga listened to the others as they discussed how to best breach and board the mysterious Lone Star ship. She didn’t offer any help, though a few ideas did present themselves to her as boarding vessels when she hadn’t been invited on to them was more or less a speciality of hers. She kept quiet though as she was still working on a way of getting out of this particular predicament before it went any further.
"Just think, that hunk of junk could barely be sold for scrap if it wasn't famous, but because it is, anyone who got their hands own it could make a fortune selling it to the right people." @TheUnknowable
The comment was directed at her and the underlying message of it wasn’t missed by Marga. She’d had time to think while on the small Navy vessel that was transporting them to the Lone Star. Yes, there stories of the ship housing wondrous bounties and treasures that were beyond compare, but as far as Marga could tell, there was no solid evidence to say whether they were true. Marga had probably heard more of the folklore and hearsay surrounding the newly returned Lone Star than the other passengers surrounding her. Being a life-long thief, she had often stolen artefacts and bounties after simply hearing other people - though generally those of a less than pleasant nature as was the way with most of the people she worked with - discussing such things. The Lone Star however was different. The Lone Star was cloaked in more than just simple mystery. Mystery was fine. Marga loved mysteries, they came as part of the job really. The Lone Star though, no, that was just eery.
Marga lifted her gaze to the window. Ten years had passed without a single living sole sighting the ship and then all of a sudden it just appears there for the taking? Marga was one of the best thieves there was because she trusted her instincts, and right now, her instincts were telling her to run. The large vessel was giving her an uneasy feeling, her skin was starting to prickle as her discomfort grew and her stomach felt like a lead weight in her body. The Lone Star resurfacing was too good to be true - surely you'd have to be a fool not to see that? Though, looking around the passenger compartment of the ship she was currently on, she wondered that maybe the Navy did realise that. After all, she knew from the numerous squadrons that had chased her and the Armada over the years that they had people trained for such instances as these and they weren't here, were they? No, instead the Navy had put together a ramshackle team of misfits to investigate the Lone Star. Marga gritted her teeth, she didn't like the idea that she was being used.
"Are they supposed to be some kind of a fashion statement?" @Kalas
Oh. So Mez was going to acknowledge her, was he? Smarmy git. Marga could feel the tension in her muscles rising and was slightly annoyed that he still had such an effect on her. She put it down to anger and hatred towards the Visipian though. Her immediate response was that she was handcuffed so that she didn't cut off his balls, but she'd quickly clamped her mouth shut before she could say it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her so heated. Instead she rolled her shoulders gently, adopted her default feline expression of noncommittal boredom before stretching out her lithe body, knowing his eyes would be drawn to it as they had so many times before. She let out what she knew sounded like a contented sigh - she was a good actress after all - then turned her gaze to her former paramour.
"Oh darling," she said sweetly, but her voice was laced with condescension, "the last time we were together, your hands were around my neck trying to choke the life out of me, so you see, these are only here to stop me returning the favour." Marga sent him a grin that could only be described as feral, bordering on predatory even. Hmph, see what he said to that.
"Just think, that hunk of junk could barely be sold for scrap if it wasn't famous, but because it is, anyone who got their hands own it could make a fortune selling it to the right people." @TheUnknowable
The comment was directed at her and the underlying message of it wasn’t missed by Marga. She’d had time to think while on the small Navy vessel that was transporting them to the Lone Star. Yes, there stories of the ship housing wondrous bounties and treasures that were beyond compare, but as far as Marga could tell, there was no solid evidence to say whether they were true. Marga had probably heard more of the folklore and hearsay surrounding the newly returned Lone Star than the other passengers surrounding her. Being a life-long thief, she had often stolen artefacts and bounties after simply hearing other people - though generally those of a less than pleasant nature as was the way with most of the people she worked with - discussing such things. The Lone Star however was different. The Lone Star was cloaked in more than just simple mystery. Mystery was fine. Marga loved mysteries, they came as part of the job really. The Lone Star though, no, that was just eery.
Marga lifted her gaze to the window. Ten years had passed without a single living sole sighting the ship and then all of a sudden it just appears there for the taking? Marga was one of the best thieves there was because she trusted her instincts, and right now, her instincts were telling her to run. The large vessel was giving her an uneasy feeling, her skin was starting to prickle as her discomfort grew and her stomach felt like a lead weight in her body. The Lone Star resurfacing was too good to be true - surely you'd have to be a fool not to see that? Though, looking around the passenger compartment of the ship she was currently on, she wondered that maybe the Navy did realise that. After all, she knew from the numerous squadrons that had chased her and the Armada over the years that they had people trained for such instances as these and they weren't here, were they? No, instead the Navy had put together a ramshackle team of misfits to investigate the Lone Star. Marga gritted her teeth, she didn't like the idea that she was being used.
"Are they supposed to be some kind of a fashion statement?" @Kalas
Oh. So Mez was going to acknowledge her, was he? Smarmy git. Marga could feel the tension in her muscles rising and was slightly annoyed that he still had such an effect on her. She put it down to anger and hatred towards the Visipian though. Her immediate response was that she was handcuffed so that she didn't cut off his balls, but she'd quickly clamped her mouth shut before she could say it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her so heated. Instead she rolled her shoulders gently, adopted her default feline expression of noncommittal boredom before stretching out her lithe body, knowing his eyes would be drawn to it as they had so many times before. She let out what she knew sounded like a contented sigh - she was a good actress after all - then turned her gaze to her former paramour.
"Oh darling," she said sweetly, but her voice was laced with condescension, "the last time we were together, your hands were around my neck trying to choke the life out of me, so you see, these are only here to stop me returning the favour." Marga sent him a grin that could only be described as feral, bordering on predatory even. Hmph, see what he said to that.
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