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Firefly - Second 'Verse

EDIT: Fin.

Trash for the Trash God [Just Breaking BBCode]

Rex Black - First Mate

𝑵𝒐𝒎 𝒅𝒆 𝑷𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒆

Rex Black

𝑨𝒈𝒆

38

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓

Male

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

If the saying "built like a brick shit house" was a person, it'd be Rex. At 6'3", he cuts an imposing figure that finds all the door heads with his forehead. He has broad shoulders, covered in thick musculature that tests the patience of his shirts and jackets. His physique lacks the finer details of someone that tries to keep in shape for aesthetic reasons, with a thicker waist and utilitarian edges. That doesn't keep him from dressing as if he's hot shit, though. Rex has surprisingly good posture for someone dressed like they lost all their platinum on a border planet. His hair is dark, cut short on the sides but is a little longer on top. He has a well-trimmed beard that shows his age with a bit of gray coming in. But he's well-coifed despite the cracks of age. He has brown eyes that are nowhere near the innocence of a doe, and a smile with straight teeth that are suspiciously pristine. Fond of bright prints, worn pants, well-shined boots, and his leather jacket--it's hard to tell if he'd fit in with the Core Planets or the Border ones.

𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒔

Rex doesn't like for other people to get the last word in. Quick wit is belied by his figure and tendency to roll his eyes and snort through other's words. He's congenial in a way that mayonnaise is appetizing. Maybe mixed in with other things it's palatable, but it is an acquired taste by itself. In pleasant company, he can handle himself like a member of high society. He'll degrade his tone and nature to vinegar and grit mixed in with a teaspoon of sugar in a less-than-pleasant company. In a company that he's familiar and familial with, he's substantially more appetizing. Still prone to biting remarks, they're the sort a brother would give you. A laugh, a wink, and a nod later, there will be no hard feelings. He's fine with receiving as good as he gives. It'll be a cold day in hell before he takes people's opinions to heart. This makes personal growth hard for him, but it also allows for him to be someone's emotional punching bag with nothing lost. He'll listen and offer advice. Then he'll hand over his knife and point to the nearest box or bag to throw it into. He believes that both emotional and physical release is good for one's soul.

𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔

Rex is known as the sort that can get things done with a bit of elbow grease, money changing hands, and occasionally some stabbing. Despite the brick shape of his head, it's actually a good one for business. He's a decent lie detector, if only because he does it so often. He knows how to make good on his promises, and finagle a contract to benefit himself and others. He'll show his hand if he needs to. He'll not show off his shipmates, though. That's their own business. But he knows what the sum of their experience costs, and he'll not suffer a platinum less. He's good at spotting talent and putting talent where it needs to go. His record-keeping is immaculate, the sort of tending to books and ledgers that someone with extensive academic experience (and culinary experience in cooking books) can provide. And that aforementioned stabbing? Well, he's surprisingly skilled with blades. If he could own a sabre and not seem like a posh bag of wind, he would. Instead, he has a rather nasty knife that he wears on one hip. He has a pistol on the other, but no one should ask him to shoot a can off of their head. They might not have a head afterward. He's well-traveled and versed in a few different customs. He's no Companion, but he's not a mewling babe in varying societies. He's penned a lot of information in a small book of star charts he has. Beyond that, he is a decent violinist, a hobby that his mother wished for him to take up. Maybe she wanted a daughter? Maybe it was a way to get him to use his hands for something other than scheming. He's picked up card-playing from high-society to poor rabble and everything in between. And he's an amateur ornithologist if only because owning (or being owned by) a bird takes a level of knowledge and commitment that one might need a degree in. No one should remark on the bird memorabilia he carries around. He knows.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑮𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝑬𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒚

Long Story Long

Rex Black was born Reginald Belle LaPaygne, a member of Alliance High Society. They weren't a family that was born into wealth but instead cobbled it together through numerous trade deals that had gone their way almost too easily. He knew the best schools, the best fashion, and the best care. Of course, none of that involved his parents. He was shuttled between nannies of varying ages and stature. By the time he was five, he could write every single one of their names but not his own parents'. He had an older brother, Gerald "Gherry", that was set to inherit the family business when their father decided to retire. Gherry usurped all their time and left Rex to his own devices.

He spent most of his formative years on the planet Valentine in the Core. Occasionally, his family would visit their expansive estate on some of a border planet to oversee "business." This was where Rex got a taste of freedom. When he was a young teenager, he decided to skip out of the estate and visit town. He was robbed, beaten, and laughed at. It was probably the best experience of his life. He'd never faced a challenge or its consequences. This event provided both in a neat, little package. Sure, he could tell his father and something could be done. But what was the fun in that? He knew he couldn't try to challenge them to a fight, despite his fencing and wrestling lessons. Instead, he decided to play smart. Between greasing the palm of the local law enforcement and acting like a wounded animal, he was able to get each of those little shits out of his hair. He smiled wildly at them as they were disciplined in the town square. It was a thrill to get his way without his hand being held. While this sounded like a learning experience, this was not a good lesson to take to heart.

Despite Gherry's birthright, Rex wasn't entirely forgotten in the family business. His physical demeanor and conversational acumen were noted by his father. So, he was considered his brother's "partner" for a lot of business deals as they entered their early twenties. About that time, the patron of the LaPaygne family wished to retire. So, the two sons were sent to his varying clients and fixers to make sure the family's deals were "in line." Rex quickly learned that his family had made their money off of criminal networks trying to play as if they were altruism embodied. He found this quite amusing, considering the airs that his family put on. His brother, on the other hand, was repulsed by the nefariousness of it all. Rex was able to convince Gherry to perform like the zoo animals they were for their father. When he retired, Gherry could go any way he wished to with the family business. That seemed to placate his older brother--if not worryingly so.

Rex traveled with him, and while they were securing business deals and extending ones that were already in place, Rex was finding his feet in the galaxy, as well. He started a bit of a side hustle to secure himself a nice honeypot when things went south, as he was sure they would with Gherry's sweet nature. The hustle didn't involve physical goods but instead secrets and knowledge. Words were an untraceable and infinite resource. It wasn't a lot, but he was able to slide some favors into his back pocket. He had expected to use them for something more monumental... destiny had a different idea.

When the Unification War knocked on their door, the Alliance was more than happy to use the LaPaygne's connections to secure ways to win. This meant that the nature of the sibling's trips became more and more hazardous. It wouldn't be Rex's doings that would catch up with them, but instead, it would be Gherry's. They would get stuck in the middle of a conflict, a battle of attrition that had left them stranded and without an engine. Worse yet, they were Alliance-born citizens that had been doing business with the Independents. It had been Gherry's idea. He'd become bolder and bolder as the years had gone on. The plan was to sell weaponry to both the Independents and the Alliance. Fuel a war from both sides, and make a profit off of both. Rex thought it was a bit too risky, but everything seemed to line up perfectly. That was until the Alliance ambushed the Independence forces, all parties were surprised to see each other there.

So, in hopes of getting out of that unwinnable situation alive, Gherry sold Rex out. He abandoned his brother on their sinking vessel, The Highland, as he escaped in an Alliance pod after jettisoning all of theirs, stating that Rex had betrayed the Alliance and had been holding Gherry hostage. The Highland was fired upon and left for dead. Fortunately, the ship wasn't entirely as critical as believed, and Rex was able to land, but there was no going back in it.

Considered dead, Rex decided to start the hell over. In the small town of Shallow Gulp, he was able to do just that. He quickly cashed in the few favors he had, knowing that when his brother got back to proper society he'd be declared dead. It allowed him to adopt a nom de plume, information and payment for a ride on a ship called China Doll, and one parrot he named "Lucky." The last little bit was more for his sanity than anything else. Lucky had been left alone in a cage for days, sitting on the shelf of a general store like he was nothing more than stock. "Abandoned too?" was all Rex had said to the bird as it perked its head up and stared at the rough-looking human. It was a bond forged in understanding. But it wouldn't be the last one that day.

Rex met Cal when he offered too much platinum to get a ride off the dismal planet he'd been trapped on and to a place where he could shovel out a new existence. It was more than conspicuous, a man that looked like he'd been through hell offering a lot of money for a simple ride. It came out rather quickly to Cal who Rex really was. He gave the basics to the captain, not really knowing how it would go but not having anything to defend himself with other than the truth. Things went surprisingly well. Rex kept expecting Cal to betray him, but the man never did. So, maybe Rex held on for a few more stops. He learned his way around the China Doll and helped secure lucrative jobs without too much fine print. It also helped cement Rex Black as a living person that was very detached from his previous life. Cal and he traveled together for a handful of years throughout the galaxy before parting ways. Their adventures were many and more than a few were blackmail worthy, but it was all done in good faith. Yet, as the years went on, the unfinished business of his past finally gnawed at him enough for him to attend to it. He didn't want Cal to suffer for his dealings, and so he parted ways on good terms with the captain.

His recuperation and reflection led him to wonder how his family was doing. As much as Rex hated it, he had to get back into the business of knowledge brokering to get to his family. He was only able to nab a couple of favors, nothing big, but it did land him in the Core System. After a few hands of cards, terse situations involving guns, fists, and blades, and many a platinum and credit shared--he'd finally found a way to hold his brother accountable for his actions anonymously. Rex had the records from all those years ago. Unfortunately, the plan went south. Fortunately, needing a ride off of Persephone couldn't have come at a better time. It was time to reunite with an old friend and see the stars again.

Long story short? Rex is a grifter and card shark that came from the far reaches of the galaxy. He dodged the Unification War, learned to gamble and fight, and made some friends along the way. Of course, he also made some enemies, but you aren't here to know about that facet of his life. His troubles are his. You're just here to hear about that bird, aren't you?

Lucky was won off a man called Big John. A nasty fellow that had a tendency of slitting the throats of anyone he lost a bet to. So, he never lost a bet. That was until Rex came along. A few hands of cards later, and he liberated the poor avian creature from Big John's grasp. Unfortunately, he also had to run as fast as his legs could take him, or he'd be liberated from them.

A man by the name of Cal Strand, and his ship the China Doll, was there to save him. They shot off into the sky as Rex flipped off the shrinking spec of John in the distance. A bond of brotherhood was formed shortly thereafter. The two became inseparable. Their adventures were numerous and could be recounted over cigarettes and liquor to anyone dumb enough or close enough to listen. That was until Rex had to skip town. He'd received a rather interesting message in the middle of the night. Nothing too grand. Just a poor damsel in distress that he needed to destress. He bid goodbye to Cal and set off into stars of his own.

Fast forward to today. A few scars and a few tales later, he'd be reunited with an old friend on Persephone. Maybe Lady Luck favored him after all.

𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

Yes, Lucky still travels along with him. The bird has quite the attitude but seems more than happy to be around Rex. He has a fondness for tucking himself into the folds of Rex's coat and finding his way around the ship like a nosey mouse. Surprisingly, the bird is still alive, but Rex seems to believe that the bird's invincible. That being said, Lucky always stays aboard whatever ship Rex is on. There's a rumor going around that the bird helps him cheat at cards.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

No worries! I just thought my English comprehension had failed me again. Curse you brain! XD

I'll keep my fingers crossed for a nap filled future.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

@sail3695

Alright. I was just going off what I saw in the character sheets and in the OOC. Whoops. So, I guess I missed that! I'll retool my idea and get something up for review. I'm thinking mechanic if that's still open.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Color me a sepia tone of interested. I have quite the idea for a pilot character and hopefully some sardonic comic relief.

Currently, I am visiting family. But I should have a sheet up in a day or so. I especially want to make sure I've read everything thoroughly. Also, I'll probably slap together some graphics for extra points.

𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝖆 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖌𝖊 𝖗𝖕

Alright. Here we go. Expect a PM within the next day with discussion points for your backstory. After that, I'll get the first post up. In the interim, I encourage to discuss and fill out your character relationships with everyone. You've been traveling together for a few weeks now, you should know the broad strokes.

@DrRtron
Cadarn ACCEPTED
The only thing I ask is for his flaws to have more of a detriment to them. They seem like flaws that are not always bad but can be viewed as virtuous in a vacuum.

@Asura
Aldwin ACCEPTED
It all looks good. And yes, you can give yourself that riding horse. I expect it to be named... so it hurts more when I kill it.

@Rockette
Lisotta ACCEPTED
I love me some superstitious Chasind. I'll make sure to take note and use that.

@Theyra
Anselm ACCEPTED
Way to use that character-building economy to fence yourself some more foci. I'm kidding. While reviewing your sheet I forgot how my own game worked. I as about to ask how alcohol could be an equipped item, but your CS does say he keeps it on hand.

@Auz
Venatra ACCEPTED
Awe, yeah, scary Vashoth. I'm down. Just a small nitpick, to clean up the boxes by the attributes. My mean ole OCD wills it.

@POOHEAD189
Rannon TENTATIVELY ACCEPTED
I know you mentioned the coding messing up on your sheet. I've fixed it and put it under the hider below. I like what I've seen on the sheet, but I need your "Specialization" area and the "Warden Rank" answered. Once you get that sorted, I think you're good to go. Also, you can put your character's animal companion (which I'm assuming is a mabari, the best boys) and mount underneath "Equipped." Technically they're there all the time. Oh, and clarify the type of armor he has on.

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[center][h1][color=9b8681] | [/color][color=gray]𝐆 𝐑 𝐄 𝐘 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐍 𝐀 𝐑 𝐂 𝐇 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄[/color][color=9b8681] | [/color][/h1][ hr][sup][sub][h3][i]"To fight the Darkspawn, you need iron. The iron in your sword, the iron in your words, and the iron of your resolve."[/i][/h3][/sub][/sup][/center]
[center][img]https: i.imgur.com/sWhbJeZ.jpg[/img][/center]
[ hr][sup][sub][h2]| [color=9b8681]𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐌 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍[/color] |[/h2][/sub][/sup]
[indent][indent]𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Rannon Bryce[/color]
𝐀𝐆𝐄 [color=9b8681| [/color]
[color=gray]28[/color]
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Male (He/Him)[/color]
𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Man[/color]
𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Fereldan, Freeman[/color]
𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]The Common Tongue[/color]
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Grey Warden (Acolyte for Mages) or Warden Recruit. I'll accept one Senior Warden as the group's leader.[/color]
𝐇𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]#9b8681[/color][/indent][/indent][ hr][sup][sub][h2]| [color=9b8681]𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐀 𝐏 𝐏 𝐄 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐂 𝐄[/color] |[/h2][/sub][/sup]
[indent][indent]𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Tall, powerful build.[/color]
𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐄𝐘𝐄 & 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]With fair skin, he wields eyes of wrought iron and hair of brown oak.[/color]
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]A place to put down scars, tattoos, and the lot. You can also include horn shape and ornaments if you're a Qunari. Vallaslin if you're Dalish. Casteless markings if you're dwarven. Etc.[/color]
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐅𝐈𝐓 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]He's clad in fine and tough leather over a chainmail hauberk, with sturdy traveling shoes and a worn belt. His trousers are dirt stained but still good. He dons his soldier's swordbelt and baldric, and upon his shoulder he bears the griffon of the wardens. On his neck is a silver necklace given to him by his mother. Beneath his armor is a linen shirt.[/color]
𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]Rannon holds himself like a wolf. Alert, fierce, but with a noble quality to his bearing. He moves with a surety and confidence one only has after surviving extended combat and the ordering of men into war. But for all of his strength, he's still young, and when surprised he has a youthful brightness to his eyes. [/color][/indent][/indent][ hr][sup][sub][h2]| [color=9b8681]𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 𝐖 𝐎 𝐑 𝐊 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒[/color] |[/h2][/sub][/sup]
[indent][indent]𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]His motivations are as simple as the stroke of his sword. He hates darkspawn and traitors. As a member of the Greywardens, he can kill the former, and keep himself from ever being associated with the latter again. The deaths of his friends Aart, Gavin, Leopuld, and Rochen still haunt his dreams. He's nothing left save his duty and his rage.[/color]
𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][list][*]Honest [*]Loyal [*]Good Natured [/list][/color]𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][list][*]Stubborn [*]Rough [*]Single-minded [/list][/color]𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][list][*]Alcoholic[/list][/color]𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray]As long as I have breath, I will serve and I will slay.[/color][/indent][/indent][ hr][sup][sub][h2]| [color=9b8681]𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐑 𝐈 𝐎 𝐑 [/color] |[/h2][/sub][/sup]
[indent][indent]☐ 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]-1[/b][i][/i][/color]
☒ 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]+3[/b]
[i]Stamina[/i][/color]
☐ 𝕮𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]0[/b][i][/i][/color]
☒ 𝕯𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]0[/b]
[i]Riding[/i][/color]
☐ 𝕸𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖈 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]-2[/b][i][/i][/color]
☐ 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]0[/b]
[i]Detect Darkspawn, Smelling[/i][/color]
☒ 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖙𝖍 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]+3[/b]
[i]Heavy Blades, Might[/i][/color]
☐ 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 [color=9b8681]| [/color][color=gray][b]+1[/b]
[i]Courage, Self Discipline[/i][/color]

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=9b8681][b]Specialization[/b][/color]
[color=gray][indent]Words[/indent][/color]
𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=white][b]Command[/b][/color]
[color=gray][indent]Novice
[hider=Description]Your presence inspires your allies through battle cry, flag raising, or declaring a charge.[/hider][/indent][/color][color=9b8681][b]Animal Training[/b][/color]
[color=gray][indent]Novice [color=9b8681]►[/color] Journeyman
[hider=Description]Novice: You know the basics of dealing with animals. With a week of training, you can teach an animal to follow a simple one-word command like “heel,” “follow,” or “attack.” You can teach a single animal a number of commands equal to your Communication.
Journeyman: You can train animals to follow more complex commands, like “guard this place” or “return to me when strangers approach.” Teaching a complex command takes two weeks of training and the total number of commands a single animal can learn is equal to your Communication +2.[/hider][/indent][/color][color=9b8681][b]Horsemanship[/b][/color]
[color=gray][indent]Novice
[hider=Description]Novice: You can jump into the saddle quickly. Mounting a steed requires no effort.[/hider][/indent][/color][/indent][/indent]
𝐄 𝐐 𝐔 𝐈 𝐏 𝐌 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 & 𝐁 𝐄 𝐋 𝐎 𝐍 𝐆 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐒 |
[indent][indent]𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray][list][*]Greatsword, Armor, Swordbelt, Horn[/list][/color]𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray][list][*]Arming Sword, Round Shield, Helm[/list][/color]𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 [color=9b8681]| [/color]
[color=gray][list][*]Mother's necklace, Art's bracers [/list][/color][/indent][/indent][ hr]

@LadyTabris
Mari TENTATIVELY ACCEPTED
I just need a brief clarification. Does your character have no specialization? Otherwise, Combat Magic isn't one that's listed. Also, you're short a spell on your list. And if you do wish to have a specialization, you can add that spell. If not, we can talk about your character having no specialization as of yet. I recommend Force Mage, if you're unsure, as they would be a good fit with someone wielding a weapon and out for blood. Just let me know.

Shin Megami Tensei: Persona

| 𝖣𝖠𝖳𝖤 : 10 APRIL 2018 | 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲 : ASSHOLES TEACHERS & CHICKEN GUY| 𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 : HINOTORI HIGH |

Maki gave a somewhat disparaged thumbs-up to the teachers’ words and the suggestion that she travel with chicken boy. “Thank you,” she said, smiling. She then bowed as she had when she entered before exiting just as quickly. Of course, they were going to make sure that she was held accountable, and that they would invite the other boy to come along with her. Maybe he’d want to skip out on this as well? Maki remembered his complacency with his other friends last night. It was probably easier to fight a cat for a piece of tuna than to lead him away from social acceptance.

Maki looked left and right in the hall as if they were the object of interest to anyone besides themselves. She turned her attention back to the tall blue-haired kid. Her lips pursed. “You really do love that chicken, do you? Fucking weird. But I was going to ask if you wanted to skip this whole stupid thing. But you’re right, we need to check-in, at least. The teachers said they were going to make sure that we attended.”

She moved towards the student council office. “I mean, I have work to go to. You could also have work? Check-in and then check out because we’re reeeesssppoonnssiiibbllee.” She waggled her eyebrows as she started to book it towards the Student Council Room. The quicker they got this over, the quicker she could leave. Honestly, Maki didn’t want to bask in whatever smug-ass smile that was going to be plastered all over Nakano’s face when she received this news. She feared if she stayed too long, she’d want to punch President Bitch.

^{| 𝖳𝖠𝖦(𝖲) : @Hero @WXer|}

Blades of the Blood Coast

Migi wouldn’t call herself useless in situations like these. Sure, she was more of an urban ranger, but paths were paths. She just wished for less mud and the suffocating nature of the trees. Whatever creature had taken care of that mannish folk was still out there… somewhere. Hopefully still gnawing at the bones like a harbor dog. It was fortunate she was so short. The tall grass and leaning branches obfuscated her unlike her companions, who steadily grew in height. The dwarf acted as if he had some training in these sorts of surroundings. Migi noted that it if they had to split apart, to stick with him. Not only did their heights compliment each other, he’d probably live longer than the rest.

It wasn’t long before they came to the source of the smoke. She’d wanted to believe it was something else, but here she was witnessing further depravity by mannish folk. In her time underneath her pirate patron, she’d learned about taking from the wealthy, noble, and the commoner without batting an eye at any of it. Money would find its way back to pockets and belongings to shelves. Yet, there were two things that Migi viewed as sacred—a roof and a life. These bandits were taking both without pause. She refrained from spitting on the ground, trying to keep her head down. Then she remembered that they had a singing giant—good fucking luck.

Migi’s eyes narrowed as the mannish folk barking orders followed in after a pleading woman. “No matter the situation, you tall folk only think with the wicked snakes in your trousers,” she growled underneath her breath.

She let the giant and dwarf chitter as she surveyed the burning buildings. Crossbows were pointed at the villagers, and as much as that seemed like a petty death—hers would be too if she tried to interrupt it. There had to be a smarter solution to this. She’d commandeered ships, piloted them, and sunk them in fire, waves, and harbors. Making the big thing go down was always ones first point of order in a fight like this.

It was then that the giant spoke to her. “Don’t you have an ability that lets you not be seen? Oh right, it’s to shut that pig sized hole of yours.” Migi went to say something else, possibly agreeing with the giant, but the pretty one kept her from being so amenable. Her eyes widened behind her tallow bangs. “Oh no.”

The following series of events could only be classified as a group of people that weren’t aware of each other’s skills and acting as if they were. The giant man was now a tree. Charming. The fancy boy readied himself as if he could something beyond just pissing himself and crying. At least he had his wooden wife to pat his pants dry. Migi looked at the dwarf. “I’ll follow blondie. Maybe I can get an idea of what they’re packin’ since we’re doin’ this now, mate.” It was then that she vanished from sight.

Migi followed behind the pretty one, quickly. Once she reached her, she placed a warm hand on her back. “I have your pert ass covered,” she whispered into her ear. “Do somethin’ to let me know when you’re about to do whatever you came out to do.” She then took a few steps back and stood still.

Rolls

Stealth: 6+1
Engineering: 8+1 We can pocket this check for later if need be, but basically Migi is trying to scope out to see if any buildings, considering they are burning, could be collapsed as a distraction. If this skill check even counts for that.

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