... assuming that morning will be there for Alethea. Hehe.
That just sounds plain sinister!.... WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING?!
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That just sounds plain sinister!.... WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING?!
I'll post when the RP moves on to the next morning, if that's alright :)
Stripper x cop
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These ones interest me. PM me if still looking?
Spy x civilian
Kidnappers
These ones interest me. PM me if still looking?
Not too shabby @Bonjour xx, just waiting to find out if any of the others survived the ambush now.
Well if Mez has died, Marga's just going to resurrect him and then kill him herself.
Sorry my post is short, I was stuck on what to write :/
Marga ignored the commotion going on from where she was sheltered, examining her newly sustained wounds. Damn, laser burns hurt like a bitch - and they'd burned a hole right through her environmental suit to boot. It wasn't a particularly bad or large hole though, so with a bit of luck she could patch it up just fine. And with even a bit more luck they might be able to get the proper power back switched back onto the Lone Star. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but the environmental suit currently keeping the thief alive was also irritating her. It was very cumbersome and heavy. Without it she'd have been able to easily dive out of the way of those lasers. Marga cursed the bloody thing.
Though why the lasers were still activated was beyond her. The possibilities were intriguing though - well, to a thief such as Marga they were anyway. The Shuttle Control Room had security to keep out miscreants, that she could understand, there was valuable equipment in there after all and tampering with it could potentially affect the safety of everyone on board. If you were to sabotage it, that was - again, she was approaching the situation like she would if she were planning to steal something. However, the ship was only now running on back-up power which the team had activated. The mystery as to where the turrets were getting their power from was puzzling - and why? Surely there were more important rooms than this one to divert power to in an emergency or black-out situation. Marga mused on this thought for a while. Perhaps there was something of value inside the Shuttle Control Room? Odd place to stash something worth stealing, but the experienced thief had seen odder. Well, only one way to find out. Pushing herself to her feet and letting out more curses, Marga walked into the room. She surveyed it like she was preforming a heist. She grinned, anticipation rising at what she might come across.
Though why the lasers were still activated was beyond her. The possibilities were intriguing though - well, to a thief such as Marga they were anyway. The Shuttle Control Room had security to keep out miscreants, that she could understand, there was valuable equipment in there after all and tampering with it could potentially affect the safety of everyone on board. If you were to sabotage it, that was - again, she was approaching the situation like she would if she were planning to steal something. However, the ship was only now running on back-up power which the team had activated. The mystery as to where the turrets were getting their power from was puzzling - and why? Surely there were more important rooms than this one to divert power to in an emergency or black-out situation. Marga mused on this thought for a while. Perhaps there was something of value inside the Shuttle Control Room? Odd place to stash something worth stealing, but the experienced thief had seen odder. Well, only one way to find out. Pushing herself to her feet and letting out more curses, Marga walked into the room. She surveyed it like she was preforming a heist. She grinned, anticipation rising at what she might come across.
Thanks for waiting for me while I've been recovering!
Alethea took the cloak that the guard - a woman, the North was very different and surprising indeed - had offered her and proceeded to wrap it around Baego's thin, shivering shoulders. The young lad seemed to have momentarily forgotten his discomfort at the biting cold, his eyes wide in awe and fascination as he watched the lady guard move away from their caravan. Alethea's lips quirked into a slight smile at the boy's reactions. She ruffled his hair to divert his attention back to her. Baego grinned up at her and then instead of wrapping himself up warmer in the stranger's cloak, Baego started to examine it. Alethea doubted that the young Southern-born lad had ever seen a wolf in real life so understood his excitement over the cloak. Being a boy he was probably hoping to actually find bloodstains on it.
Athelea's eye followed the guards' movements outside the caravan as the group of travelers slowly made their way to the Wintershouse. She hadn't wanted to attract any attention - though she knew that her aesthetic beauty would do enough of that anyway, even if she did cover up as best she could. The fact that she had, although inadvertently, gained the attention of one of the guards much irked the skilled thief. Her plan had been to lie low in the northern capital, stash young Baego away and keep him safe - the lad's curiosity often led him to wander about - and wait until her employer contacted her with further information about her next heist.
Alethea was fussing around Baego - she had survived many cold days and nights but the lad was from the south and had likely never experienced weather as extreme as this - when a man's voice addressed her. Turning to face the stranger, Alethea was surprised to find she was being offered a white bearskin. Whereas the cloak now wrapped around Baego would indeed fetch a few golden coins, the one currently being presented to the thief could have fetched a fortune. Two expensive cloaks offered to Baego and herself? Clearly the stereotypes of stiff and morose northerners was wrong. Alethea felt the familiar tingle in her fingers when confronted with something exciting to steal, but she dismissed the thought as soon as it had passed. The handsome man before her looked important - maybe the commander of the other guards? Stealing from him would be an incredibly foolish thing indeed.
The decision whether or not to accept the offered source of warmth was taken from Alethea by Baego standing up and accepting the cloak. He smiled at the stranger in thanks before turning to the young woman and wrapping it around her person, just as she had earlier done for him. Alethea's lips curled slightly, the lad really was a sweet one. Then Baego proceeded to save her from answering the stranger as well - for which Alethea was greatly relieved. She hadn't made a plan for being questioned as she hadn't expected the blizzard to lead them right into the path of the castle's guards. Her usual behaviour concerning guards were to avoid them at all costs, blending into the shadows and never been seen.
"Ma and I thought we good get work up here, sir. There's none to be had down south right now."
Alethea was impressed with Baego's quick response, but then again she had always known the lad was very clever. He was a great lover of words and one day hope to be a great wordsmith and playwright. No doubt the boy's mind was already forming a backstory for the two of them - now apparently mother and son. Alethea just hoped Baego's imagination kept their the lies they would be telling believable.
Athelea's eye followed the guards' movements outside the caravan as the group of travelers slowly made their way to the Wintershouse. She hadn't wanted to attract any attention - though she knew that her aesthetic beauty would do enough of that anyway, even if she did cover up as best she could. The fact that she had, although inadvertently, gained the attention of one of the guards much irked the skilled thief. Her plan had been to lie low in the northern capital, stash young Baego away and keep him safe - the lad's curiosity often led him to wander about - and wait until her employer contacted her with further information about her next heist.
Alethea was fussing around Baego - she had survived many cold days and nights but the lad was from the south and had likely never experienced weather as extreme as this - when a man's voice addressed her. Turning to face the stranger, Alethea was surprised to find she was being offered a white bearskin. Whereas the cloak now wrapped around Baego would indeed fetch a few golden coins, the one currently being presented to the thief could have fetched a fortune. Two expensive cloaks offered to Baego and herself? Clearly the stereotypes of stiff and morose northerners was wrong. Alethea felt the familiar tingle in her fingers when confronted with something exciting to steal, but she dismissed the thought as soon as it had passed. The handsome man before her looked important - maybe the commander of the other guards? Stealing from him would be an incredibly foolish thing indeed.
The decision whether or not to accept the offered source of warmth was taken from Alethea by Baego standing up and accepting the cloak. He smiled at the stranger in thanks before turning to the young woman and wrapping it around her person, just as she had earlier done for him. Alethea's lips curled slightly, the lad really was a sweet one. Then Baego proceeded to save her from answering the stranger as well - for which Alethea was greatly relieved. She hadn't made a plan for being questioned as she hadn't expected the blizzard to lead them right into the path of the castle's guards. Her usual behaviour concerning guards were to avoid them at all costs, blending into the shadows and never been seen.
"Ma and I thought we good get work up here, sir. There's none to be had down south right now."
Alethea was impressed with Baego's quick response, but then again she had always known the lad was very clever. He was a great lover of words and one day hope to be a great wordsmith and playwright. No doubt the boy's mind was already forming a backstory for the two of them - now apparently mother and son. Alethea just hoped Baego's imagination kept their the lies they would be telling believable.
Hi there! I am still around I just caught a nasty bug after they discharged me :/ I'll jump in when I can!
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Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Hi there I'm interested in RPing with you. I prefer playing the female main character and do like adding romance into the story. I only write mature content with people who are over 18.
The plots I like are -
Psychopath x person
Zombie apocalypse
Mutation Monstrosities
Insanity Makes the Heart Warm
PM me if you're still looking :)
The plots I like are -
Psychopath x person
Zombie apocalypse
Mutation Monstrosities
Insanity Makes the Heart Warm
PM me if you're still looking :)
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