"Yes, and we couldn't possibly have that." Cale said sarcastically to Isaiah's comment about being upset. This kid was acting a bit too big for his trousers, it made Cale smile when Leyya put him in his place. The guard rolled his eyes at the exchange, either because he was annoyed at having to act as some sort of envoy or maybe he just didn't take the three seriously. Regardless, this was his job and he wasn't going to avoid doing it.
"Let's get going then." The guard said, putting his helmet back on and leading the others back through the streets. With a guard in tow, it was a lot easier to get around. Crowds of people would immediately part and get out of the way. Honestly Cale could get used to this sort of treatment.
Along the way they would pass by the blacksmith yet again and lo and behold the young girl from earlier was there. She was also talking to a woman, a proxian looking woman at that. Cale didn't recognize her though, so either she wasn't from the village or hadn't been back there in many years. There was also a guard desperately trying to get their attention.
"EXCUSE ME MISS." The guard said very loudly and rudely before noticing Cale's group. The loud guard immediately took attention and saluted as the other soldier nodded back.
"Ah Captain! Sorry, I was just-" He gestured back to the girl and the woman before Cale stepped forward.
"Hey, you. We're going to the palace. You should come." Cale said. He then looked at the proxian and nodded at her too. "You too, you're one of my kind so you're probably an adept too right?" Cale assumed.
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Been rping for a long time now. Mostly been on and off but I'd say I started...oh...what was it, about 12 years ago? First rp was a Pokemon rp that went belly up fairly quick and then I met a group of people in a Legend of Zelda RP that I stayed in for many years, making a lot of good friends (and one or two enemies).
Really I like series themed RPs the most but I have done a few originals too. Both are fun. It's really just what you do with your characters and how well you get along.
I've been wanting to come back for awhile now, and here I am. Getting back in the game yo.
Really I like series themed RPs the most but I have done a few originals too. Both are fun. It's really just what you do with your characters and how well you get along.
I've been wanting to come back for awhile now, and here I am. Getting back in the game yo.
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"Yeah, I have no idea where that is." Cale replied simply to Isaiah's remark before looking back at the guard. They had answered his questions, now what was he going to do. The guard kept an eye on the group but nodded when they answered and then gave his response.
"Well if you're adepts, then I would like for all of you to accompany me to the palace. Lord Iodem wants to see you." The guard said. Cale raised an eyebrow at this. Iodem was the lord regent, he was given control over Tolbi after Babi, the previous leader, had passed away. The people liked him well enough and he did a good enough job at being lord regent that nobody had tried to contest it. As such, he had been in power for many years.
"Are you arresting us? Why does Lord Iodem want to see us over a bar brawl?" Cale asked suspiciously. The guard shook his head and clarified.
"You're not under arrest, and milord made it clear that I was not to force anyone to come in. However we're under orders that if we come across any...capable looking adepts that we should try to bring them to him. He did not say why. He had dealings with adepts in the past though." The guard said. Cale thought on the matter for a moment. Why would the lord of Tolbi want to see adepts? Was it about the raiders? Maybe it was a trick to try and bring adepts in so they could interrogate them and see if they were related. It was an interesting notion, but then again this man was making it clear that this was strictly voluntary. Finally, he finished his glass and stood up.
"Fine, I'll go." Cale said.
Back in the market, a guard would approach Marta with a man in his custody. The man appeared to be slightly bruised, and pointed at the girl accusedly.
"That's her! That's the one I saw cast the spell!" He said. The guard nodded and handed the man off to one of his colleagues before he approached the girl. She was young looking, could someone like this really be as dangerous as that thug was saying? They had strict orders though, no adepts were to be harmed unless they were actively disrupting the peace and this girl wasn't doing that right now. It had sounded like self defense in the bar earlier anyway, Marcelo and his friends were always causing trouble.
"Excuse me Miss, a word? Are you an adept?" The guard asked, getting right to the point. He noticed the red skinned woman with her and it made him slightly uneasy, but he held his composure while he spoke.
"Well if you're adepts, then I would like for all of you to accompany me to the palace. Lord Iodem wants to see you." The guard said. Cale raised an eyebrow at this. Iodem was the lord regent, he was given control over Tolbi after Babi, the previous leader, had passed away. The people liked him well enough and he did a good enough job at being lord regent that nobody had tried to contest it. As such, he had been in power for many years.
"Are you arresting us? Why does Lord Iodem want to see us over a bar brawl?" Cale asked suspiciously. The guard shook his head and clarified.
"You're not under arrest, and milord made it clear that I was not to force anyone to come in. However we're under orders that if we come across any...capable looking adepts that we should try to bring them to him. He did not say why. He had dealings with adepts in the past though." The guard said. Cale thought on the matter for a moment. Why would the lord of Tolbi want to see adepts? Was it about the raiders? Maybe it was a trick to try and bring adepts in so they could interrogate them and see if they were related. It was an interesting notion, but then again this man was making it clear that this was strictly voluntary. Finally, he finished his glass and stood up.
"Fine, I'll go." Cale said.
Back in the market, a guard would approach Marta with a man in his custody. The man appeared to be slightly bruised, and pointed at the girl accusedly.
"That's her! That's the one I saw cast the spell!" He said. The guard nodded and handed the man off to one of his colleagues before he approached the girl. She was young looking, could someone like this really be as dangerous as that thug was saying? They had strict orders though, no adepts were to be harmed unless they were actively disrupting the peace and this girl wasn't doing that right now. It had sounded like self defense in the bar earlier anyway, Marcelo and his friends were always causing trouble.
"Excuse me Miss, a word? Are you an adept?" The guard asked, getting right to the point. He noticed the red skinned woman with her and it made him slightly uneasy, but he held his composure while he spoke.
I can send a guard to Amalvi and Demous as well if you guys want. They would be looking for Marta anyway.
Cale blinked at Isaiah's reponse and then smirked before glancing at a chair a short distance away.
{Move}
To the average eye, the chair would slide along the floor on its own pushed by an invisible force. But to an adept, they would be able to see the psynergy pushing against the chair, bent to the user's will. The demonstration only lasted a couple of seconds, but the point was made.
"I have no reason to run from my own kind." Cale responded to Isaiah. After that, he looked back to Leyya. She was heavily armed, he had asked her about it earlier but they were in the middle of conflict so she dodged the question. It was obvious that Leyya was the type of person to travel alone, she had a weapon for all occasions.
"So where are you-" Cale started to ask the next series of introductory questions before there was a bell ringing to signify someone had come in the door. If one looked to the entrance they would see a Tolbi guard, standing at attention with his spear in one hand and his helmet in another. The man gave the bar a good looking over, making note of the damage before stepping in further.
"The owner of this bar said there was a scuffle here earlier. He described a group of men, two women, a northerner and a boy. With the sleeping fellows outside, I only count one person missing." The guard said. He was calm and composed, had he been expecting this sort of thing? Did this happen often? Cale nodded and looked around.
"The other girl ran off. We're not a party, we just all happened to come here." Cale said. The guard gave a sigh and moved to the table where the group was sitting.
"Alright, let's just make this quick then and avoid the run around. One of the men outside woke up and said someone threw an iceberg at him or something. Are any of you adepts?" The guard asked bluntly, repeating Cale's question to the group earlier.
{Move}
To the average eye, the chair would slide along the floor on its own pushed by an invisible force. But to an adept, they would be able to see the psynergy pushing against the chair, bent to the user's will. The demonstration only lasted a couple of seconds, but the point was made.
"I have no reason to run from my own kind." Cale responded to Isaiah. After that, he looked back to Leyya. She was heavily armed, he had asked her about it earlier but they were in the middle of conflict so she dodged the question. It was obvious that Leyya was the type of person to travel alone, she had a weapon for all occasions.
"So where are you-" Cale started to ask the next series of introductory questions before there was a bell ringing to signify someone had come in the door. If one looked to the entrance they would see a Tolbi guard, standing at attention with his spear in one hand and his helmet in another. The man gave the bar a good looking over, making note of the damage before stepping in further.
"The owner of this bar said there was a scuffle here earlier. He described a group of men, two women, a northerner and a boy. With the sleeping fellows outside, I only count one person missing." The guard said. He was calm and composed, had he been expecting this sort of thing? Did this happen often? Cale nodded and looked around.
"The other girl ran off. We're not a party, we just all happened to come here." Cale said. The guard gave a sigh and moved to the table where the group was sitting.
"Alright, let's just make this quick then and avoid the run around. One of the men outside woke up and said someone threw an iceberg at him or something. Are any of you adepts?" The guard asked bluntly, repeating Cale's question to the group earlier.
Never read it. I remember catching a few episodes of the dubbed version a long time ago but I had little idea what was going on. It's a tournament manga/anime right?
Cale raised an eyebrow at the boy suddenly taking a swig of his drink. Whoever this kid was, he clearly didn't have any manners, and by the way he was talking it sounded like he might have a few different issues altogether. Cale poured himself some more milk and gently pulled the glass further away from the boy while nodding at the woman who had just returned.
"They'll show up soon enough. Name's Cailan. Friends call me Cale.": Cale said, nodding at the woman and boy both to see if they would drop their own names. Before they answered though he looked back at the door that had been broken earlier. The other girl, the one that was definteily an adept, had run off to get her sword fixed and now the boy had come back. If guards were going to question them, he hoped that her story was going to be the same as theirs otherwise there might be trouble.
"That girl was an adept. Are you guys...?" Cale asked, flicking his fingers a bit as if to pantomine some form of spell casting.
"They'll show up soon enough. Name's Cailan. Friends call me Cale.": Cale said, nodding at the woman and boy both to see if they would drop their own names. Before they answered though he looked back at the door that had been broken earlier. The other girl, the one that was definteily an adept, had run off to get her sword fixed and now the boy had come back. If guards were going to question them, he hoped that her story was going to be the same as theirs otherwise there might be trouble.
"That girl was an adept. Are you guys...?" Cale asked, flicking his fingers a bit as if to pantomine some form of spell casting.
Yeah it's been a pretty long week in general for me.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Not everyone could run into the fray, a screaming ocean of metal and blaster fire being meshed with clone blood. Some people had to stay back and coordinate. After all, this wasn't the only battle that was going to be fought, but there might be a way to significantly cut down the war.
"Right...right...ok there's a bug..and...another..got it!" Echo was stowed into the back of his Larty with comm in hand, taking a knee so he could balance the equipment and just back far enough so the damn droids wouldn't catch him with a stray shot or worse, catch a bolt from friendly fire.
"Weird name. Friendly fire. Not all that friendly when you think about it." Echo muttered to himself as he tried to lock onto the signal. To an onlooker it might seem like he was calm in this storm, but the truth was he was terrified. This was the first real combat they've seen. Sure there were accidents in training, the occasional clone sent to the ICU or someone losing a limb when training with the heavy mechanized equipment, but nothing on this scale. Men that he had grown up with over the past ten years dropping like flies, and there was little he could do about it. True, they were clones, this is literally what they were made for, so he might as well quit complaining and do his job to end this war as quickly as possible.
Echo opened a comm to Striker Eureka and immediately started transmitting data.
"Eureka, this is ground, separatists are planning on bugging out. They are moving en masse several clicks to the north. Recommend setting up forward command immediately and regrouping. It'd certainly make this the shortest war in galactic history, over." Echo said. While he waited for a response, Echo moved to the edge of the dropship and fired off his DC-15S. It was like shooting fish in a barrel in this kind of scenario, what was all that marksman training for anyway? One of the clones took a shot to the leg and went down about 10 feet from the ship. Without even waiting for someone else to take it, Echo lept from the gunship at the behest of his squad and grabbed the clone, dragging him back and forcing him on before jumping in himself. The Larty took off at that point, backing away from the sea of droids. The other clone was getting medical attention, with Echo's contribution being a fist bump on his shoulder plate.
"Three legged race. You and me, champs." He breathed.
"Right...right...ok there's a bug..and...another..got it!" Echo was stowed into the back of his Larty with comm in hand, taking a knee so he could balance the equipment and just back far enough so the damn droids wouldn't catch him with a stray shot or worse, catch a bolt from friendly fire.
"Weird name. Friendly fire. Not all that friendly when you think about it." Echo muttered to himself as he tried to lock onto the signal. To an onlooker it might seem like he was calm in this storm, but the truth was he was terrified. This was the first real combat they've seen. Sure there were accidents in training, the occasional clone sent to the ICU or someone losing a limb when training with the heavy mechanized equipment, but nothing on this scale. Men that he had grown up with over the past ten years dropping like flies, and there was little he could do about it. True, they were clones, this is literally what they were made for, so he might as well quit complaining and do his job to end this war as quickly as possible.
Echo opened a comm to Striker Eureka and immediately started transmitting data.
"Eureka, this is ground, separatists are planning on bugging out. They are moving en masse several clicks to the north. Recommend setting up forward command immediately and regrouping. It'd certainly make this the shortest war in galactic history, over." Echo said. While he waited for a response, Echo moved to the edge of the dropship and fired off his DC-15S. It was like shooting fish in a barrel in this kind of scenario, what was all that marksman training for anyway? One of the clones took a shot to the leg and went down about 10 feet from the ship. Without even waiting for someone else to take it, Echo lept from the gunship at the behest of his squad and grabbed the clone, dragging him back and forcing him on before jumping in himself. The Larty took off at that point, backing away from the sea of droids. The other clone was getting medical attention, with Echo's contribution being a fist bump on his shoulder plate.
"Three legged race. You and me, champs." He breathed.
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I'm not sure if I did the coding right but here it is.
Edit: Ah picture didn't go in right either. I'll work on that.
Naming code: CT-2389
Rank: Private
Callname: Echo
Appearance: Hair is cropped short, military style and has a stubble growing. No other serious facial hair or markings as of this time.
Personality: Echo is very chatty, probably considering it's his job to sift through the chatter and call in airstrikes and support where needed. It gets to the point where his talkative nature is either endearing or annoying to the point where you'd want him to shut up. It's during the times that Echo is not talking that you realize how serious the situation truly is.
History: Like any clone, Echo was grown and trained in about 10 years before being deployed. In that time he showed a remarkable talent as a tech and communication, becoming the team's ears. For others, this would have meant being stuck with the heavy backpack and being made a high value target, but to Echo it just mean that he would receive more attention while his team could blast the clankers into oblivion. Echo is loyal to his brothers and will do anything to save them. The “no man left behind” mantra is certainly one that he will always try to follow.
Equipment: DC 15S rifle and DC-15A, prefers DC-15S due to being less clunky and combat knife. 4 Thermal detonators, communication up link on backup used for mission and ordinance support.
Edit: Ah picture didn't go in right either. I'll work on that.
Naming code: CT-2389
Rank: Private
Callname: Echo
Appearance: Hair is cropped short, military style and has a stubble growing. No other serious facial hair or markings as of this time.
Personality: Echo is very chatty, probably considering it's his job to sift through the chatter and call in airstrikes and support where needed. It gets to the point where his talkative nature is either endearing or annoying to the point where you'd want him to shut up. It's during the times that Echo is not talking that you realize how serious the situation truly is.
History: Like any clone, Echo was grown and trained in about 10 years before being deployed. In that time he showed a remarkable talent as a tech and communication, becoming the team's ears. For others, this would have meant being stuck with the heavy backpack and being made a high value target, but to Echo it just mean that he would receive more attention while his team could blast the clankers into oblivion. Echo is loyal to his brothers and will do anything to save them. The “no man left behind” mantra is certainly one that he will always try to follow.
Equipment: DC 15S rifle and DC-15A, prefers DC-15S due to being less clunky and combat knife. 4 Thermal detonators, communication up link on backup used for mission and ordinance support.
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