Sep

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Had a long day today that kept me mostly away from the guild. I promise I'll get a Johnny D post up tomorrow as well as updating relations!

@metanoia

Take it easy chief.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

PIC: Everyone else trying to enjoy some pleasant tea while Hayden tears into raw chicken in dino form.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

@Deja

Just as long as this doesn't turn into one of those things that's like...

"Hey time to start the RP, everyone check in!" Waiting, waiting, waiting, oh the RP died.

@Dead Cruiser

Me and Hillan already discussed this. The briefing will basically consist of Julian speaking to us, breaking us up into teams, maybe some reaction shots then us working in our smaller groups.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Wraith is just used to a massive word count for little work (due to the code in his sheets), so he wasn't actually aware how long the post was.

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I’m actually a geordie living in Australia. I’ve spent a lot of time in Scotland and would consider myself a plastic scot haha. With the lingo, it’ll be better with time as I write more and find her voice a bit. But, that is very kind of you to write that so thank you very much 💜

@Stormflyx

I think the only thing I would have changed, if you want advice. Is I would have told the kettle to weesht.

But then that can come down to dialect.

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@Stormflyx so I'm double posting as I wanna talk about two things.

First) I don't know if you're actually Scottish living in Australia or if you've visited but I really like how you're capturing the essence, I myself can read it in a scottish voice which is not something I often get seeing people play someone Scottish. I mean there's some slightly different word choices but I'd expect that.

Second) I really like how you are describing the scene without so much relying on her visual senses, while you're making it clear she does have some 'element' of sight you're giving us a very much Eilidh perspective which is very tactile. I've seen people attempt to RP blind people and they've always still described scenes as you would visually.

So Bravo Madame. Looking forward to seeing some more.

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@Stormflyx thanks I really enjoyed yours as well. It establishes how she views the world and how she fits in with the group dynamic. Look forward to their interactions.

I'd praise it more but I'm on my phone.

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Did we arrive at a definitive list?

Edit: Else I'll make one when I sit down to finish my end of Julian's relationships.

@Hillan

No we got the our first 3 and our last three the middle is pretty ambiguous

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@Stormflyx had Conor head to the kitchen for a cuppa. I'm assuming at this point she'd know how to brew his tea, if that's alroiiit.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Conors Room / Edge Tower / Seattle
^{19:00HRS Local Time}

Conor had cursed as the lights had went out, grabbing a nearby candle he ran his hand up it. His fingers crossing over a number of symbols as the room lit up in a way far brighter than a candle had any right to be. He turned to look back at the mirror and recoiled in disgust. The face he had been wearing beforehand had become all warped, his nose had become waxy and began to melt as his cheeks dropped. His mouth was half in a smile and a thrown as his eyes seemed to be slowly enroaching on what was formerly forehead territory though now looked more like raw scalp. Lord knows where his ears had gotten too. He sighed as he reached beneath his shirt to a collar he was wearing around his neck, pressing two symbols near his collarbone. The fake face melted away collapsing into the collar revealing his true face. Reasonably charming, if he said so himself. He sighed as he looked into his own eyes.

She always loved your eyes.

He chastised himself for the stray thought and returned to his desk, unclipping the collar and returning it to the desk. Something was going wrong, the image held for the first couple of minutes but then after that it just seemed to fail. He pulled on his glasses, pulling the loupe down to get a closer look at the runes, looking between them and the ones on scrolls and his notes. He cursed as he noticed a few minor imperfections. It was entirely possible that they were the cause of the problems, as by all other counts the facade should be holding up perfectly. Leaning back in the chair he pushed his hands up over his eyes covering the, pushing his glasses up onto his hair. As his back stretched he let out a groan in frustration.

Working on the facade for weeks, the espionage capabilities aside they would lessen the worry of his photo being taken whenever one of their subtle tasks became less so. As if his photo was taken then it wouldn't be his face plastered everywhere but one of his own fabrication. Picking up the collar he opened one of the many drawers on his desk and threw it in. Standing up he stamped his foot near the front of his desk, kicking a symbol and the candle raised into the air. Following him over his left shoulder as he walked around the room. Other people had entertainment centres, tvs and sofas. Meanwhile Conor had a miniature library full of old tomes, a couple of sophisticated chairs and his desk. Almost every tome in here was older than he was, with the exception of his own notes and the couple of books he bought for CeCe so she had something to read during her visits.

Running hands over the spines of the books some were paperbound, others leather or cloth, some were stranger materials like wood and even one of stone. Recoiling slightly as the lights came back on as suddenly as they had went out, he flicked the bottom of the candle and it returned to its resting space on his desk. No smaller than it had been before. His phone vibrated in his pocket, pulling it out he stuck his thumb between the two halfs and flipped it open revealing the text.

[I've found someone with a copy of what you want. Will give you an update when I have more.]

Smiling as he walked out into the hall, he worked his way to the kitchen. Each room may have its own kitchenette however there was always good odds that Eilidh had a pot of tea on the go. Walking into the kitchen he smiled as he saw her working away with the kettle.

"What's the craic Eilidh?" He slid onto a stool at the breakfast bar. Grabbing a mug he slid it over to her as he grabbed himself a cookie, taking a bite off it as he allowed her to fill his mug just the way he liked it.