DepressedSoviet

what has the avatar above you been put in jail for and why?

Jailed for being an upper-class aristocrat! DOWN WITH THE BOURGEOISIE!!!

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

Elarin's eyes opened exhaustedly after the ball of sauce-covered paper bounced off his snout. With a hiss of air as the spines on his head and neck were removed from the holes they made in the upholstery as his head shifted forward. Elarin noted that Vanessa was talking about the various missions listed on the want ad, including one that was actually someone offering help, and a massive space battle. Elarin scratched his snout a bit with his first two claws on his left hand, and glanced down at the list. He read through the list, making careful note of the less violent cries for help, then took to listening in on the conversation.

Elarin had a good internal laugh at Fiddlesticks trying to hit on Vanessa, which was audible as a small hiss to any that cared to listen. When Fiddlesticks began to question Will(or rather THE Will, but Elarin had taken to calling it Will)'s authority as Captain, he spoke up.

"Let me stop ya right there, kid. Will and I are two of the longest-serving members of this ship's crew. We've been through more together than I care to remember right now, so believe me when I say that Will is probably THE most qualified person here to captain the ship."

With that, he pulled a sucker from inside his sweatshirt pocket, unwrapped the paper, and popped it in his mouth. "Now, about these missions. The Quest for Flavor certainly ain't designed for combat, even with all those modifications that Mr. Icey, or whatever his name was, added, so that mission's out. Now, I can get us to the planets listed in the other ones no problem, but as far as which mission I'd rather help on, I'd like to hit up this 'Zane' guy. He sounds like a pretty cool frood, someone who knows where his towel is, all that jazz. So I say we help him out, but that's just my vote. I'll listen to whatever anyone else has to say."

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

@ValorIt's really, Really, REALLY minor, so don't panic about it, but Elarin would still be asleep, or resting at least, while the job ad was printed, unless someone intentionally wakes him first, or the food arrives.

Also sorry to everyone if this seems like I'm trying to avoid interaction: Elarin doesn't trust autopilots that much, and no one else seems to be able to fly the ship very well, so I thought it'd be fun to have him be suffering the effects of the intergalactic equivalent of an all-nighter drive from one state to another.

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

@JbcoolMy bad, I'll edit that real soon.

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

Zaphiel watched as the ceremonial painting of the Initiate's armor was done. When the servitors and the Ecclesiarchal priest walked to his armor, Zahpiel made the sign of the Aquila over his chest in deference to the God-Emperor and his servants that stood before him. Truly Zaphiel was blessed to witness such a ceremony. But as he watched the servitor apply the paint, he couldn't help but feel as though the black coating was a bit redundant in some places, given his home chapter's heraldry, as well as the armor color of the Chaplains in general. Nonetheless, Zaphiel was respectfully quiet during the ceremony, and when the time came to affix the silver pauldron of the Deathwatch to the armor, Zaphiel did so with great internal honor, feeling proud to be part of such a monumental occasion.

When Zaphiel was introduced to his mentor and partner, he immediately felt a sense of camaraderie with the fellow sons of Dorn. Giving them both a salute, he stated "It is an honor and a privilege to fight alongside you both. I look forward to our endeavors together." With that, he turned to face Brother Koldobika and asked "If it is not too forward of me, might I be reunited with my Rosarius? It holds both personal and professional sentiment, and I want to ensure that it is once again in my possession."

GTA: The Syndicate

@lovely complex@Universorum@Silent ObserverI'd be up for this

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

After driving for the entire eight-hour flight to the Hederson's Ribs above Nurr-Slugg, Elarin was exhausted. Resting his head against the backrest of the booth, his claw-tipped fingers rapped against the laminated cover of the menu, as his bloodshot, glazed over eyes glanced slowly from item to item, his tongue occasionally darting out of his mouth to taste the air whenever different dishes were walked past their table by the server-robots. Eventually, a server approached the table the group was seated at, and Elarin sat up a bit as the bot spoke. "Welcome to Henderson's Ribs. I am Walter. What will it be?"

Elarin emitted whatever the reptilian equivalent of a yawn was, before sluggishly tracing a claw along the menu, answering Walter the Waiter with a worn-out voice.

"I'd like a...medium serving of ribs, a small bowl of corn, a small basket of...regular fries, and a coffee, doesn't matter what planet." With that, Elarin handed his menu over, and rested his head back against the backrest again, his head spines poking small holes in the leather upholstery. Closing his eyes, Elarin mumbled out something that sounded like "Wake me if you need me.", or maybe it was "Take these if you see peas."

Unless he was woken up by someone priorly, Elarin would carefully sit back up once the food arrived, the hiss of air being let out of the leather backing as his spines were drawn from the puncture holes they had made.

Supernatural Special Weapons And Tactics: Swat S-Division [NEW CHARACTERS WELCOME!]

@Lady SeluneHmmm...Well, unless I can come up with another idea that I like in time, I'll probably be withdrawing from this.

Star Wars: Enclaves

Wilkdon arose from his slumber like many an old man had done before. With plenty of grunting, groaning, stretching, and a few popping sounds, he sat up, slid off of the bed, and began to get dressed. Garbing himself in robes that blended the traditional dress of both the Jedi and the Luka Sene, finished with fur-lined boots that provided ample protection against the cold of the more remote sections of the Temple. Taking hold of his staff, and carefully leaning against it, Wilkdon stepped out from his room, and headed for the dining area, eager to partake in some breakfast.

Entering the dining hall, Wilkdon carefully arranged a simple meal, sitting alone at a central table. The hall was rather empty at this hour, though the morning crowd was slowly starting to trickle in. Eventually, Wilkdon found himself accompanied by a recently-anointed Knight.

"Greetings Master Rumnaheim, A-" spoke the youth, before Wilkdon raised a hand to cut him off. Please, I'm just an old man trying to do some good in this galaxy, not a Jedi Master...Call me Wilkdon." The young Jedi nodded, and spoke hesitantly "O-okay, Wilkdon. Are you enjoying your meal?"

The old man nodded, taking a sip of his beverage, and replied "It is...satisfactory. Certainly not the best meal I've had in my life, but one of the better once since we founded the Enclave, now that we finally have more reliable supply lines. But...I sense that this is not why you have chosen to sit with me...So why are you here, if I may ask?"

The youth sighed "Well Ma-..Wilkdon, sir. I w-was wondering, how do your people see, e-exactly? My Master once stated something about Force Sight, but I was never fully instructed on the matter." Wilkdon nodded softly "I can offer instruction in the future, but not today. I am willing, however, to retrieve instructional texts from our archives for you, if you so wish. And then, once you have studied them, we can convene on what you have learned. I'm planning on heading to the library after I finish my meal, so I will be sure to gather them straight away. Which dormitory do you call home?" The young knight informed Wilkdon of his residence, and after the two finished their meals they parted ways

After breakfast, Wilkdon made his trip to the library. Approaching the desk at which sat Mazai Kiro, he politely rapped his knuckles against the desk, to draw her attention. "Forgive me for the interruption, Master Kiro, but I would like some assistance. I was wondering if you could aide me in gathering our texts on the study, teaching, and application of Force Sight, and any on Miralukan anatomy. I have a new acquaintance who wishes to learn about how we see, and I'd like for him to be able to learn while I attend to other matters...Now, I'd gather the texts myself, but I'm afraid I'm not as limber as I used to be...Plus, I'd enjoy the company."

@cunfuzzler

Supernatural Special Weapons And Tactics: Swat S-Division [NEW CHARACTERS WELCOME!]

@Lady SeluneSo I'm finally getting around to formulating a plan for a character, and I was thinking: Non-lethal weapons specialist. Expert in things like rubber bullet firearms(maybe laced/lined with materials to stop specific creatures. IE Garlic for Vampires), tasers, and our other non-lethal/pacification weaponry. Basically our specialist when it comes time to capture creatures alive.