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Thanks Dervish, fixed it now. I'm going to see what RBYDark does before I post again in the IC if that's cool.
Keyton smiled and hoisted his buddy up and then let Garoth take his own route up the tree. He briefly imagined a situation in which Garoth indeed took his winged form and the elf leapt onto his back, riding the beast high above the trees and excitedly screaming, his keen climbing skills in action as his mind wandered. By the time he snapped out of his fantasy he had already followed up behind his friend, instinctively climbing and moving his hands and legs to take the most effective route while he glanced out over the area around him and breathed in the fresh air, a huge grin spread across his face as it always did when he climbed. Standing by Garoth's side Key looked down over at the drop below then back to the branch they were trying to get to. "Yeah I can make that." He said with a slight shrug. "But I'm not sure you could, no offence." He meant it, if he needed to Keyton had a special technique to stop himself falling and one that would help him jump a little further, he was also slightly more agile than his Shifter counterpart, even for the prospect of this exciting adventure it wasn't worth the risk. "I do have an idea though,"

Reaching to his back Keyton took out his staff, the sturdy wooden pole was on his back and the half-elf spun it around before pointing the shiny green gem on the top at the branch before them. "Watch this." He loved showing off his tricks to his friends and he was glad that it was coming in handy, he shut his eyes and focused his magic into the stick, slowly at first the old branch began to creek and crack before bending around to the pair almost like a bridge. With a slight giggle of joy Keyton opened his eyes and set off up the ramp like branch a slight swagger in his walk, whirling the staff away behind him and brimming with pride. Soon he stopped and bent down to sit over the edge of the top of the branch, moving a hand to shield his eyes from the sun and looking out over at the land below them.
Cool, a few more people and we can set up the OOC. For the setting I'm thinking a couple of hundreds of years after the development of nuclear fission which created a powerful and plentiful energy source, for the most part the technology is common place but there are parts of the galaxy where it is expensive and much sought after. Space travel is common but is far from instant FTL and warp jumps. Lazer weapons are used in ship combat but are very rarely seen as personal fire arms due to the amount of heat they produced, the same goes for shields. Humanity has spread out over the Milky Way but are yet to travel to other galaxies, while the planets close to earth are fluent are rich the more remote colonies still need a lot of work and struggle to get resources.
Just a few things about the universe we should decide as a group
1. Aliens, yes or no?
2. What is the political situation? Stable and peaceful with one government? A number of warring factions? Government against rebels? Post interstella war?
3. What sort of ship are we using? A modified trader vessel? A weapon less cargo friegther? A stolen battle cruiser we can't quite operate?
Also be thinking about the crew position you might go for.
I too want to do training and just having one battle would be a shame. I think an alternate time line works best, that or we could set it a number of years before or after the series and have another event.
Anyone up for a firefly-esque RP about a morally abiguous rag-tag crew of freelance profiteers trying to make thier way in a science fiction galaxy? Just say if you'd be up for it and then we can work out a proper plot and setting based on what we all think would be best.
I agree, alternate timeline works best.
Quick suggestion, how about instead of setting it in the already established ark set in throst we set it in another part of the world. Perhaps one of the other districts on wall Rose? Maybe Chlorba? That way we could have an entirely new story with new characters but set in in the same world and not have to risk spoilers.
Angus nodded as she took the knives, he looked to her hands and raised an eyebrow a little seeing the peculiar fingers he thought for a little while about the stories he'd heard about wooden people out in the lost woods, he'd met a few Kokori in his travels and they'd spoken of these people known as 'Skull kids'. Another smile crept over his face as he realised that this girl must be one of them, that would also explain why she didn't know about forging. He didn't say anything about it, it didn't matter to him, she seemed nice and that was all that really mattered right?

He was about to tell her to put the wallet away when he noticed the scene on a nearby stall, while he paid no attention to the figure's approach he did see them push a child over and that was something the smith could not stand for. His face dropped from a smile to a stern frown. "Watch my stand would ya'?" He asked, turning his gaze to the hooded person before cracking his knuckles and rolling his neck over his shoulders. Angus grabbed the remaining claymore that lay resting against the table and easily lifted it up and slinging it over his shoulder, he didn't intend to use it at all but he thought it would help to intimidate the slightly taller figure who from behind looked to be human. He strode over to the child who lay crying in the dirt and offered them a hand up, he then gently ushered the mother forward and continued up to the Darknut. "Hey buddy," He said, his deep turning deeper and more aggravated than it had been while running the stall as he reached out to grab the figure's shoulder. "what exactly gives you the right to stroll into my home town and pull this sort of stunt, huh?"
Returning his friend's grin, Keyton nodded vigorously. It seemed that great minds did indeed think alike as Garoth set off towards tall tree park, it was almost as if the two had laid a plan telepathically and the boy's mind raced around imagining various scenarios in which the two found various things and performed various actions. One of the most prominent and exciting of these scenarios was one that involved the two finding a wolf-beast and teaming up to bring it down before dragging the creature victoriously through the town to the HQ and flinging open the doors while the guardians had their meeting, this would be followed by a night of celebration and then the two boy heroes would be made guardians themselves.

Keyton's smile grew wider as they entered the park, picking up the pace to over take Garoth and almost instantly he leapt at the tallest of the oaks, he knew the trees well and had climbed almost all of them. He swiftly and gracefully made his way to the lowest hanging, sturdy branch and dropped a hand down to Garoth offering him a boost up. "I'd say that if we can get about half way up we'll have a pretty good view." He looked up to scan the tree for a good observation spot. "There!" He pointed with his free hand to a thick and relatively flat branch a little over half way up. "That's our target!"
A loud deep buzzing sound filled the streets of Old Naveria as Spencer's ancient and run down moto trundled down the streets puffing fumes and the smell of diesel oil out over the run down areas he passed. It was the morning as his little bike was among the first vehicles out on the road bar some commuters. He didn't start work until the afternoon and with no school or college the day was his, he might have tried to do something about the shop, come up with some way to convert it or find someone to buy it, not that many would be interested in an old runs down shop in the old part of the city, might have done something useful if he weren't in his current state. A rut would be the term most would use, for the past few weeks he'd stuck to the same pattern of get up, get dressed, go and get some breakfast, wander the streets aimlessly, get lunch, go and work and then sleep. Today he was determined to change it, today he had got up, got dressed, had breakfast but now he was heading somewhere with purpose, a coffee shop in the new part of the city. Spencer's bike pulled up alongside the shop, he climbed off and set his helmet down on the back before heading inside.

A window seat, a well worn Stephen King novel and a cup of tea, relaxation, he was out of his rut and Spencer felt somewhat happy. Glancing out the window the man spied a woman about the same age as himself, alone and sitting by the fountain in the park. He sipped his tea a little and set the book down, keeping his thumb in between the pages to keep his place. For a little while he just sat staring at her with a slight smile on his, she'd caught his eye for some reason and for the briefest of moments he considered going outside and talking to her but then he swiftly shook his head and realised she'd just shoot him down and call him a freak. He sighed and took another sip, still looking out at her.
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