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Pokémon: Start

Whhhoooooaaaaaa, 77 pages of Pokemon RP, holy craaaaap

Onto a Sea of Stars | [Full]

Gotta get it in by Sunday, huh?

Space RP

SPACE!?

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

Tell me if I'm hamming it up too hard. xD

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Trinity Stratos
Phoenix Wing Guild Hall

Outfit

@Lunarlord34@Sanguine Rose

Aww, shit, she made Jasmine mad. She was hoping she'd at least get a chuckle out of it. She supposed she should have known better. She couldn't help but be a little jealous of tiny nuisance as Jasmine held Rajah close. "Mn, aww, Jasmine, c'mon. She's such a little brat to you all the time. And you see how she treats everyone else."

The expression on her face was upset as she heard a voice within her mind. She lifted a hand to her head, caught off-guard as her mind burst into activity.

Foreign presence detected penetrating consciousness boundary

Analyzing properties

Scrambling background threads

Brianna had asked something, but whatever it was had been quickly forgotten in the face of mental trespassing. "Wh-, Jaz, do you hea-" the sword?! Her eyes turned sharply to the sword hanging from her guildmate's waist, as her mind quickly churned out a response to the magical probing. "What the fuck, Brianna?!"

Invasive presense magical in nature

Generating blueprint

Pooling magical power... Insufficient power

She started to mould her Energy Make to augment her mental barriers, but found herself sipping lightly on a Wind to have the power to finish the complex construction.

Jamming

As she slipped the bottle back into her bandolier, about a third gone, she tried to calm herself. There was a lot of important or embarrassing or secret stuff up there, and telepaths were a very real threat to her and Neil's businesses. "Keep your telepathic shit out of my head." Rather attached to her mental privacy, as well.

She turned back to Jasmine, realizing what just happened to their short-lived conversation, "uhm..." She'd completely lost momentum, and she'd already made Jasmine mad cause she collared Rajah. Not too mention she didn't really feel like talking anymore. She heard Neil mention Markovis (and heard Karn's cringy nickname for the gloomy guy. There was no way Mark liked it, she should have a gentle conversation with that kid... He's not even a kid!), and found herself an out. "Right, I should check on Markovis."

Should she have just stayed home? Her day just kept getting stepped on. And she knew some of that was her own mentality, and not just... There was no reason to get grumpy for having a band play a show for them.

She didn't even know James played bass, though, what the hell.

So she retreated to the bar and the familiar shape of Mark's back at the bar, lightly touching Neil's back as she passed him. She couldn't be bothered with anything else happening in the hall, did she just feel out of place? The powerless Make mage occupied the stool next to her gloomier teammate, the weight of her upper body never leaving the counter after being introduced. She gave her team a weak smile before looking to Jarvis, behind the bar "Jarviiiiiis, gimme a drink?" She was pretty sure he'd remember the kind of thing she liked. Something sweet or sour or both, preferably. Fruity never hurt, either.

She'd ask Mark, but he'd give her straight liquor.

Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns

"I'm asking you, kid. The station listens to my every word, if you haven't noticed. Although... Maybe I should just have it moved." It'd be less likely that he'd run into someone she didn't want him to run into or that someone would ask him a question it was better wasn't asked. "Yeah, I guess I'll have Vortex move it, instead. I can just claim it's mine to avoid suspicion... Cmon." She started to head back to residential, as drones started to filter in. Vortex had heard her, loud and clear.

Ascot thanked her. It wasn't like she was doing this for him or something, she just didn't feel right turning him out. Maybe that meant she was doing it for him. Whatever. "You'll be able to stay in residential. I can keep feds out if I want. If they decide they want to search my station, they'll search it anyway."

"Vortex can handle most of the maintenance. We'll stop by the diner in residential and grab some breakfast. I'll have her leave anything weird for me to look at. Cmon, then."

She led the way back to residential, finding that nice, quiet little diner where they could sit and talk in relative privacy. "So, your folks are held in some prison somewhere, are they?" She started speaking once they got out of the space port, "what for, do you know?"

The residential area was a very comfortable place to live. It was open and well lit, looking more like a miniature city than anything else.

Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns

She paused as she came into the hangar, "whoa. That's not much bigger than my builder, kid," she waved a hand and parts of the hangars started to move, "you fought in this?" A small cargo drone, usually used for deliveries, came into the bay, carrying a toolbox and bringing it to the woman as she approached the mech. "Thank you, Vortex."

This kid just got hotter and hotter. And she most certainly did not mean the attractive kind. She was taking all kinds of risks, sheltering this boy. But, If she turned him out, he'd just end up caught, most likely. And she knew about him, so they might even trace him back here. Her best course of action was to hide the kid and his mech as best she could.

But that would be very selfish of her. The kid knew what he wanted... She couldn't deny him the justice he sought. In a way, it was the same thing that brought her all the way out here. They each wanted what was rightfully theirs. She couldn't just turn him out to fate.

"Ah, of course," she complained from under the outer chassis is the torso. "Can't even get in without specialized tools. So much for a tune up. I'll just have to check everything besides the engine. _{Tiny thing...}" She shook her head, going over the rest of the mech and studying it's parts closely. They were very worn, from all the stress of combat over a whole year, don't parts would need to be replaced. She figured as much... You need a miracle material to get both performance and durability. Maybe it was made from just that, but that wouldn't make them unbreakable, either.

After a little while of inspecting this crevice and that nook, she comes down from the lift, wiping her hands off with a rag. Drones have been assisting her the whole time, and she passes her hand towel off when she's done with it. The little automation, this one spherical and cute, bobbed and chirped and flew off with it. "Not gonna lie, kid, the mechanical parts look pretty rough. Why don't you bring her to my private dockyard, we can let Vortex handle the maintenance. Don't worry, she'll handle it. It's hard to make a computer forget something accidentally, she won't forget how it goes together. Vortex will upload the docking coordinates to your nav computer."

Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns

Wow, this kid was an open book if you pushed the right buttons. He should definitely be a little more suspicious of her, even if she is the- WHOA! Psionics?! "Kid, gods, don't do that!" She spoke hushed, looking around quickly to make sure nobody was looking. "Do you know what the feds would do if they found out I have-" she stopped herself, shaking her head, "Vortex, I need you to stay on top of this one. Nothing about this kid leaves my station. Ascot, right? Do not do that on my station. Not where anyone could possibly see you."

A circular holographic panel appeared in front of her face with a green checkmark and disappeared. Some small solace, there was only so much her AI could do about it from here without attracting attention, herself. Damn, this was going to be more trouble than she thought, she'd have to figure out how she could have caught this sooner.

The mech brought out his potential? Does that mean it was some kind of psionic mech? She should look for strange materials. She'd have to have him bring the mech around to her private workshop so she could look at it more thoroughly. "A year, fighting? I'm surprised she's held up this long, if you're only now looking for maintenance. I wouldn't be surprised if you need parts, too. Don't worry, I can have them made for you, I can manufacture just about anything. I'll even do the work." Can't trust anyone else to work on it, anyway...

They stepped out of the residential area into the security hallway between the space port and residential. It was spacious and branched off to where she would be building the residential section. She was automatically identified and let through with Ascot into the public area of her station, the spaceport. She checked for her self defense measures, but knew that the intense presense of her drones would deter most criminals from open aggression. "Feds could be here, you never know. Remember that. We'll talk more about your mech somewhere private." She let the kid lead the way to wherever his hangar bay was. She didn't have too many mech hangars, but there were a few. Most pilots came in ships, and usually larger ones.

@Letter Bee

Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns

She hadn't seen a picture. Vortex hadn't included it in the report because it wasn't a security report, just a notification of interest. Security was automated, with Vortex managing things until something required Serenity's attention. That's why she got the report about a boy with a mech that morning. It wasn't urgent, but it was interesting. "No need to trouble yourself, I had coffee this morning already," too much caffeine would make her jittery, not a great feeling. Courteous.

"Ah, haha, you got me." He'd guessed correctly, sharp kid. "It's about your mech," she paused, "but about you, too. I don't often get lone kids on my station and certainly not with hardware like that," she hadn't come in like he offered, and stood in the doorway. "I'll be frank, I want to take a look at your mech. I won't take anything apart, I promise. Unless you don't mind? I'll throw in a free tune-up, if you'll let me!" Contrarily, she suggested they leave and go to the hangar. She was more used to making space ships than mechs, but she had that old constructor model... Maybe she'd learn some things and be able to modify it in some cool way.

"While we go over there, why don't you talk to me a little? Kids your age shouldn't be on their own, it's rough. We can talk while we go to your mech, If that's alright. When's the last time you had a mechanic look at her, anyway?" He might be hesitant to just trust her like that, but Serenity was a professional. Besides, she could just design her own, if she really wanted a mech.

This kid had a totally different air about him than any other kid she'd met. Well, maybe not any other, but most. You meet serious kids kind this one occasionally, even in a place like hers, where you only get there by going in a ship. Or a mech.

@Letter Bee

Phoenix Wing: New Dawn

Regan Hadou
Silverbranch Glade, The Archstones --> Wolves Pyre guild hall

@Cello@Raijinslayer

Pacts and contacts, huh? And devotion. Something about it didn't quite sit right with her, but she put it out of her mind for now. If they'd been around for centuries, they had to be doing something right, right? Right. Entities from different planes, though, that was wild. She supposed she'd heard of things like that before. Celestial Spirit magic was something like that, wasn't it? There was that spirit that was catching on as a pet, even for non-magic users. Some kind of dog, wasn't it? What was it called? Plow? Ploue? Hmm.

Anyway. "Mm, so it's a coven within the guild. I see." Must make for a unique guild experience. She'd ask Bullet about it, if he weren't so reserved. Maybe later. Zhulie nestled in and Regan found herself with an arm around her, hand lightly on her shoulder. "I'm sure you'll make a fine witch, Zhulie."

The squeal caught Regan just a bit off guard, her hand lifting as Zhulie went ahead. Excitable lass. She followed her at pace, looking over the old carvings in the stone. Compelled, she let her fingers trace along the stone surface. It felt a little bit like Green Earth was interacting with something, but she couldn't be certain. "Your guild mistress is quite the lady. I bet she's also very busy." She glanced at Bullet with a soft smile. The cautious type, there wasn't anything wrong with that.

As the young man said, it wasn't much farther. The martial artist mage looked up into the branches, taking a moment to admire the great strength and vitality of the tree before her. The mighty branches and trunk that supported bridges and homes, the gracious trunk that made room for caverns within. If she didn't know any better, she'd say this was the life tree. "Wow, this is your guild hall?" As Zhulie took her arm, Regan put her hand over the little lady's without thinking. "I must say, the tree alone is amazing. You'll have to give me a tour, Zhulie." She offered a sweet smile as she opened the door to the guild hall and stepped in.

The smell was amazing. The incredible wood smell you'd expect, but also very sappy and sweet, and a little bit like paper, too. She inhaled if it deeply, "ooh, the smell is amazing. The food must be delicious if the place just smells good like this." She wondered if they ever smoked any of their food. "Mmm, hey," she looked back at Bullet, "I bet you're hungry," he certainly looked like he'd been working hard, "let's get that food put together before we go on that tour." She looked back to Zhulie, letting her lead to the kitchen, "show me how to make your favorite dish?"

Trinity Stratos
Phoenix Wing Guild Hall

Outfit

@Lunarlord34@Silver Fox

Damian and Karn both gave her hugs, which she returned. Damian was busy with something, as ever, but he stopped long enough to respond to her. He had an announcement, which... Wasn't something that completely surprised her. She'd been a little bit involved in the construction, herself, actually, so she knew something was going on. This made sense, and though she was having a pretty good day, she found it a little difficult to put together the energy to cheer. She couldn't help but feel a little left out on some level, and she could only really blame herself.

A guitar caught her attention and kept her from tumbling down into those depths. She put a hand idly on Karn and looked around. Damian mentioned that ridiculous masked band that'd been going around for the past year and a half. They weren't bad, but why masks? "Oh, you're kidding..." Sure enough, it was guildmates. That masked band was from her Guild. There they were. "And who's that on piano? What I am, liver?"

Seeing Rajah get punted lifted her spirits a little. Sassy, arrogant thing. Trinity jumped up and caught the flying cat, getting her in a secure hold. "Gotcha. Now... Hold, please." She gave the Exceed to Karn for just a moment, dug in her pocket and found that collar she'd been keeping for just such an opportunity. It was complete with a tag saying 'Please return to Jasmine Lockwood at [blah blah blah address]'. With some deft hand movements, she'd fastened it on Rajah's neck. "Thanks, Karn." Rajah was picked up from Karn's arms and Trinity started scanning, "now, where's Jasmine..." There were never far from each other. Just her luck, the slayer had just come in, and promptly started to cry over Penny. Before getting scared by Nolan.

What's so scary about Nolan, anyway?

"Jasmine~" she cooed, before holding Rajah out to her, "I got you a cute pet! Make sure you train her properly."