Dreamcaster

A Community of Witches and Warlocks OOC: High Free/ Low Casual

"A bit," Dominique admitted. "But, it shouldn't be too hard. Thank you," she added as the elevator stopped.

A Community of Witches and Warlocks OOC: High Free/ Low Casual

Dom frowned as she contemplated. "I'm not entirely sure. But I might be on to something."

A Community of Witches and Warlocks OOC: High Free/ Low Casual

Dom watched the movie and looked at the servant. There was something oddly significant about the way he said that. "Yes, I am."

A Community of Witches and Warlocks OOC: High Free/ Low Casual

Posted, sorry that took so long

A Community of Witches and Warlocks OOC: High Free/ Low Casual

The person in the hotel was ready to greet her when Dom got there.
"Good day, miss. Here is your key to your room. Please read the folder when you get to your room, please. Please enjoy your stay." he spoke warmly.

Molly smiled at Harry as she spoke.
"Perhaps we should find a place where we can ask questions on our Personal Diary? I think that is worth a shot."

@Aisling

Dom took her key. "Thank you." Then she went to her room, where she took her folder and opened it up.

Welcoming Form
1) Name: Dominique Auclair
2) Age: 21
3) Gender: Female
4) Personality: I'm smart, good at listening, and I like to think I'm friendly and kind. However, I can be a bit stubborn and like to do things my way.
5) What kind of a job do you hold: I had a waitress job and went to college.
6) Why do you want to live away from the outside world: I think it will provide a better life for me, be far less boring, and maybe I'll make some friends.
7) Your preferred name: Dom or Dominique
8) Your secret name: you do not yet have this information
9) Sexual preference: Straight
10) Top five hobbies: Reading, watching movies, drawing, graphic design, listening to music
11) Top five favorite colors: blue, purple, gold, red, silver
12) Top five favorite foods: chicken, pastas, fruits, cookies, lemonade
13) Top five favorite animals- real or mythical: cats, deer, birds, foxes, tigers
14) Top five pet peeves: People who go out of their way to make others' lives miserable, people that watch me draw over my shoulder, people that read over my shoulder, people who act like they're above others, staring
15) Top five things that would be easy to give up: my job, my apartment, schedules, deadlines, fear
16) Top five things that would be hard to give up: my art, my books, my music, color, being alive
17) What deities do you know of: none

A Community of Witches and Warlocks OOC: High Free/ Low Casual

Sorry, in lots of things and stuff going on outside as well

Sci-fi Mercs (Need new name)

Tam slid into cover behind a downed tree. Judging by the distinct lack of bullets chasing her, she assumed she hadn't been seen. However, whoever was after them had apparently found one of her teammates.

The actual LASER beams should not have been visible on their own. One of the advantages to a laser was that it was pretty quiet (until it hit something) and you couldn't trace the beam back to the shooter. However, the dense smoke surrounding the ship was refracting the beams, allowing them to show up quite clearly from over a hundred yards away. Whoever it was, they were on the other side of the ship, so she did have to deal with direct fire, yet. But what she wouldn't give for a grenade launcher.

Whoever they were shooting at, though, couldn't say the same. Hopefully, the fire would be attenuated by the smoke (one of the main disadvantages of LASER weapons was they treat cover and concealment the same). She risked a call over Iron Talon encrypted channels. "Whoever's engaged on the ships port side, try to disengage to the left, I can provide limited cover from the treeline."

As she set up her position, she spotted another figure sprinting from the ship. She reflexively tracked the figure with her pistol for a moment before she recognized her. "Hey, Rook. On your right, fifteen meters. Get in cover."

@KzkSkippy

Atara nodded even though she wasn't facing Tam and talking to her; it was a habit from training days, where you didn't speak unless you were told to speak, even if it was just an affirmative or a negative. "Roger that. Good to know somebody else's lived through this," she responded quickly. Since there weren't really bullets in this area, she took a few moments to actually properly look for good cover. Atara knew how to climb trees, but she also knew her armor would slow her down to the point of making it not worth it. She spotted a place seven meters away, about halfway to Tam's general location, where there were some bushes next to a tree and a dip in the ground behind it where the earth had been washed away and the roots had sunk. Atara made her way to the location and hunkered down in the dip in the ground, looking over her shoulder to make sure the bushes were thick enough for proper cover. "Clear," she said at last, much more quietly. "About seven or eight meters from your approximate location," she added, still quiet in case enemies were near.

Sci-fi Mercs (Need new name)

The Autistic tendencies are strong with me too, but I miss details when I'm tired or recently woken up, so I guess I missed that "lazer" thing too, lol.

Well, I assume that if they had windows, they'd have to be pretty strong.

Still, we can handwave that as the windows used to be strong, but were weakened by reentry and the crash, presumably enough to let her crash through action hero style.

Also, yes, the people saying "LAZER" bothered me. What the fuck does the Z mean? Don't mind me, this is free and I shouldn't care, but the autism is strong with me.

@KzkSkippy

Honestly, one of the main reason I used windows is because I thought even if the walls were broken, seeing as Atara is no physical giant/powerhouse, I thought crashing through a wall would be a bit OP.

Sci-fi Mercs (Need new name)

I thought I'd seen windows in spaceships in movies...forgive me for being stupid, I'd recently woken up...

Sci-fi Mercs (Need new name)

Atara was running through the ship. Her normal gunning station was low on ammo already, so when she went out soon after they were attacked, there was nothing left to do but inform the other gunners over the radio comm link and almost roll out to find more ammo. On Tanith, those that joined the military at 13, like Atara did, were pushed to their limits and over, again and again, so Atara knew she could run fast and hard the whole way to and from through sheer force of will, so she honestly didn't think she'd be away from her station that long.

Normally she could even keep running through a jump - but then the jump failed. The ship stumbled and jostled, knocking Atara off her feet mid-step, so she lost her balance and fell into the wall. Bright liquid smeared onto the steel wall. Atara swiped her hand over her face and forehead, and felt just a cut on her lip and some blood from her nose. She'd be fine - head wounds always bled a lot. Grumbling curse words under her breath in Tanithian, she carefully tried getting to her feet using the wall as an assistant, changing goals. The ammo didn't matter now, for jumping to fail meant they'd been hit pretty badly, and were probably going to crash soon, if were not already falling. Her new tactic was to regroup with as much of Iron Talon as she could, and see if they could survive this.

She started to run down the hallway again, albeit more slowly this time, but running and a falling ship wasn't really a good mix, and another hit sent her sprawling again. She crashed into another wall. She hit the back of her head this time, and as the world started fading out around her, the thought in her mind was that her older brother would so be telling her I told you abandoning our noble military for childish dreams of mercenary space adventures would get you killed, I told you so if he were here right now.

When Atara woke up, all was still. They must have finally crashed while she was out of it.She reached to touch her face. Her face still had blood on it, but it was mostly dried. That was good. Sitting up, she checked her status and well being. Her armor and weapons were a bit damaged but still on her, and she didn't seem to have any other wounds. That was good. It was time to get out of the ship, before something caught fire. Then, she got the alert that there were hostiles. Great. This was just what their team needed. She then frowned a bit. Besides whoever sent the alert, she had no idea if there even were any survivors. She'd figure that out later. Not she had to get out of here.

Most of the walls in this hallway had been damaged. Atara would have to move carefully to avoid getting hit by falling wall or debris. She stepped purposefully and lightly, occasionally dropping to her knees and her stomach to wiggle her way underneath the metal.

Then the bomb was exploding, and Atara broke through one of the ship's glass windows, gritting her teeth as the shards came into contract with her skin. She hit the ground - the grassy ground, apparently - and through sheer power of will forced herself to shrug it off. It was just a little pain, not even anything major. She didn't have the luxury to indulge herself in the pain she felt right now. Her eyes scanned the area quickly. A forest, she could maneuver a forest, ands it would put something between herself and anyone shooting at her. While she wanted to help see if she could find any survivors, standard procedure with the Iron Talon in a situation like this was to get to safety first and the regroup. Taking a breath, she made for the treeline.