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Hi, I'm Monster, but you can also call me Katie if you'd like! I'm a huge video game geek who loves to write. I've been writing on forums for a few years now. If you ever want to talk, just send me a PM and I'd be glad to chat you up. I am currently on a major D&D kick, so I guess that's spurring me back into this site after such a long and much-needed break). :D
I'm a complete sucker for apocalyptic, fantasy and sci-fi roleplays. Anything that tests limits and provides MAJOR character development. That's some good ish.
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My post is up? So, yeah, I'm still in.
I have an editor that might allow me to make a map, but the problem is it'd take a while to finish.
If you like, I could create a recruiting interest check. It'll be up to you though, Aries. I have a few ideas of what I can do with my editor, people seem to like banners, right? So - maybe we can work with that for the title and throw in some basic information.
If you like, I could create a recruiting interest check. It'll be up to you though, Aries. I have a few ideas of what I can do with my editor, people seem to like banners, right? So - maybe we can work with that for the title and throw in some basic information.
I've finally been able to work around my on and off again flu, I'm really sorry for the delay everyone, especially because I'd planned to have my post up earlier.
Has Mythic said anything to anyone?
Has Mythic said anything to anyone?
The night had gone by in a blissful meditation, all worry faded along with the hours that ticked by. It hadn't taken long for her to notice something off, though. The space within her mind no longer held the many colors of hope she looked forward to seeing each and every day, she could no longer see the faint light coming from her home. It was all incredibly fuzzy, but if she tried to focus, there was nothing to see. There was no darkness in it's place, nothing. It was as if that part of space had never existed, transparent, another piece of the endless universe. Reaching her hand out, fingers brushing against the blur, she could hear the faint hum of a ship. The whisper of travel, of movement in this space, in her mind. Blues and purplish hues tinted against the dark, painting over the lost reaches of her eternity, fixing yet another broken visage. This wasn't the first time that she had lost something here, and it wouldn't be the last. The longer she remained in Omega, the more her mind faded, the once vibrant colors of hope drowning in darker shades, splattering themselves across the remnants of what once was, and what would never be.
She was slowly losing herself, choking on the reality of the pain harbored in Omega, in the world. Each day, the lost feeling in this planet slithered into her mind, blanketing what hope she had left piece by piece. It was only a matter of time now before she too, was lost in the darkness.
When she managed to fully pull herself from the meditation, Mira came to with a fierce shudder, gasping in the polluted air, hand shooting out and coming to a rest on her pistol, just an arms length away. Breathing heavily, she lifted the gun and stared straight into the barrel, light blue eyes narrowing, observing the gun as if through a lens. Biting down on her bottom lip, Mira flipped the gun over in her hand, fingers locking around the handle, her heart beating like a Krogan war drum. Her pointer finger inched towards the trigger, running over the jagged patterns of her false initials, which had been carved crudely into the otherwise pristine metal.
"It's time. There is no need to delay the inevitable." Sighing into the dim room, breath hovering in the chilled air, Mira lifted herself from the ground and stored the pistol in the waistband of her pants, grabbing her vest and throwing it over her shoulders, dressing quickly before leaving out into the world that awaited.
Arriving at the plant half an hour later, her every fiber on a delicate edge, a string pulled tight against a sharp blade, Mira held her breath, taking in the vicinity. The sounds of distant gun fire didn't help to appease any worry she had about the mission. Though, if there were gunshots, that did hold reason to suggest that there were also other's besides the Vorcha in the factory. After all, with that many bullets being fired, it couldn't have been the Vorcha offing their own forces. No, it was as she had suspected from the start. Ticus must have sent others as well. Clenching her jaw, Mira reached into her pant waistband, slowly sliding the gun out into the open, the metal gleaming as the ray of light bounced from it's surface.
Keeping in mind that there would be others, Mira decided to take a non-violent approach first. It was the Vorcha she was concerned about, and even to a point - all she truly needed was the information that Ticus had called for. Get in, grab the information, get out. Hopefully she could manage to do so without drawing the attention of those who had been sent by Ticus. They would leave her in a horrible position, as she wouldn't allow herself to fire upon them without due reason, but still...It left her life virtually at their mercy, a risk she was begrudgingly willing to take.
While in the factory, the young Asari carefully slid among the shadows, and whenever she had encountered any kind of Vorcha resistance, (which thankfully for the other distractions earlier), facing small pairs at a time, would use her biotic abilities to throw her opponents into the air before they noticed her presence. Her abilities would always be the first resort, anything lethal, her gun in particular, would always be a last-resort option, one she might never use. Hopefully.
Winding her way around the ghostly building, slipping besides the whining machines, Mira checked one last time at her Omni-Tool, giving a relieved little smile when her eyes locked on the orange map below her. The infirmary was close now, but their appeared to be a lot of static in that area as well, so she couldn't make out anything within the area itself. With a resigned sigh, she closed her Omni-Tool and continued onward, bringing her gun close to her chest. She had a bad feeling about this...
She was slowly losing herself, choking on the reality of the pain harbored in Omega, in the world. Each day, the lost feeling in this planet slithered into her mind, blanketing what hope she had left piece by piece. It was only a matter of time now before she too, was lost in the darkness.
When she managed to fully pull herself from the meditation, Mira came to with a fierce shudder, gasping in the polluted air, hand shooting out and coming to a rest on her pistol, just an arms length away. Breathing heavily, she lifted the gun and stared straight into the barrel, light blue eyes narrowing, observing the gun as if through a lens. Biting down on her bottom lip, Mira flipped the gun over in her hand, fingers locking around the handle, her heart beating like a Krogan war drum. Her pointer finger inched towards the trigger, running over the jagged patterns of her false initials, which had been carved crudely into the otherwise pristine metal.
"It's time. There is no need to delay the inevitable." Sighing into the dim room, breath hovering in the chilled air, Mira lifted herself from the ground and stored the pistol in the waistband of her pants, grabbing her vest and throwing it over her shoulders, dressing quickly before leaving out into the world that awaited.
Arriving at the plant half an hour later, her every fiber on a delicate edge, a string pulled tight against a sharp blade, Mira held her breath, taking in the vicinity. The sounds of distant gun fire didn't help to appease any worry she had about the mission. Though, if there were gunshots, that did hold reason to suggest that there were also other's besides the Vorcha in the factory. After all, with that many bullets being fired, it couldn't have been the Vorcha offing their own forces. No, it was as she had suspected from the start. Ticus must have sent others as well. Clenching her jaw, Mira reached into her pant waistband, slowly sliding the gun out into the open, the metal gleaming as the ray of light bounced from it's surface.
Keeping in mind that there would be others, Mira decided to take a non-violent approach first. It was the Vorcha she was concerned about, and even to a point - all she truly needed was the information that Ticus had called for. Get in, grab the information, get out. Hopefully she could manage to do so without drawing the attention of those who had been sent by Ticus. They would leave her in a horrible position, as she wouldn't allow herself to fire upon them without due reason, but still...It left her life virtually at their mercy, a risk she was begrudgingly willing to take.
While in the factory, the young Asari carefully slid among the shadows, and whenever she had encountered any kind of Vorcha resistance, (which thankfully for the other distractions earlier), facing small pairs at a time, would use her biotic abilities to throw her opponents into the air before they noticed her presence. Her abilities would always be the first resort, anything lethal, her gun in particular, would always be a last-resort option, one she might never use. Hopefully.
Winding her way around the ghostly building, slipping besides the whining machines, Mira checked one last time at her Omni-Tool, giving a relieved little smile when her eyes locked on the orange map below her. The infirmary was close now, but their appeared to be a lot of static in that area as well, so she couldn't make out anything within the area itself. With a resigned sigh, she closed her Omni-Tool and continued onward, bringing her gun close to her chest. She had a bad feeling about this...
Well, I'm back from my sick leave. Should we think about recruiting others into the role-play soon?
Watching with a level stare, interest flooding into eyes, Vinali followed the path of the woman who came striding in. Hair as vibrant and brilliant a color as fire, offset by the soothing blue bandanna that covered her head. Slowly, Vinali lowered her weapon - focus drifting to the weapon held loosely at the woman's side. This was the human responsible, she had to be. So tranquil and at peace, a flickering flame amid the weeds, refusing to set a blaze, instead providing blinding light to all near her. Fascinating.
Silent as Ronin spoke, Vinali felt a glimmer of pride in her chest, this woman reminded her of herself. The way she spoke, it was of a leader to their warriors. They listened to her every word, each grimace replaced with a small scoff: They must've been disappointed in the lack of action.
It was surprising though that she was bold enough to turn her back to both her, and Drake. She must be either truly bold, or extremely insane, perhaps a mix of both. As the red-haired warrior sat, Vinali took a few short steps towards her, glancing at the chairs with disdain. Everything in her years of experience told her not to sit down. Though, that didn't entail her to be a coward from afar. If anything, gaining ground here would be the only thing that spoke to Ronin - as bold as she seemed.
With a small sigh, Vinali strode over to the table where Ronin had seated herself, placing her giant figure behind one of the chairs, hands firmly grasping the top. Sizing up the woman before her, Vinali began to speak.
"Very well, Ronin. I, am Vinali. I found this place thanks to the trail you left behind for me, and Drake here." She motioned to Drake before continuing.
"I'd rather not have anymore blood on my hands tonight, there has been enough bloodshed all around." Tilting her head, Vinali narrowed her gaze and loosened her vice-like grip on the chair. "My turn. Why did you interrupt the execution, and what do you plan to do with the prisoner?"
Silent as Ronin spoke, Vinali felt a glimmer of pride in her chest, this woman reminded her of herself. The way she spoke, it was of a leader to their warriors. They listened to her every word, each grimace replaced with a small scoff: They must've been disappointed in the lack of action.
It was surprising though that she was bold enough to turn her back to both her, and Drake. She must be either truly bold, or extremely insane, perhaps a mix of both. As the red-haired warrior sat, Vinali took a few short steps towards her, glancing at the chairs with disdain. Everything in her years of experience told her not to sit down. Though, that didn't entail her to be a coward from afar. If anything, gaining ground here would be the only thing that spoke to Ronin - as bold as she seemed.
With a small sigh, Vinali strode over to the table where Ronin had seated herself, placing her giant figure behind one of the chairs, hands firmly grasping the top. Sizing up the woman before her, Vinali began to speak.
"Very well, Ronin. I, am Vinali. I found this place thanks to the trail you left behind for me, and Drake here." She motioned to Drake before continuing.
"I'd rather not have anymore blood on my hands tonight, there has been enough bloodshed all around." Tilting her head, Vinali narrowed her gaze and loosened her vice-like grip on the chair. "My turn. Why did you interrupt the execution, and what do you plan to do with the prisoner?"
Hey guys, I've been sick so I haven't been able to get on, but I'll be good to get my post up tomorrow. I just have to check it over now and it'll be up.
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