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Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

April rose from her seat in the cockpit and rolled the kinks out of her shoulders. Truth be told, she was getting pretty sick of these emergency landings - not that she had any difficulty with them. When she'd taken this job a few months ago, it had seemed lucrative, exciting, and a good way out of some hot water. The Heart had needed a pilot, and April had needed a ship. What nobody had told her was that the ship was a complete rustbucket.

Well, maybe the new parts the Captain had... 'acquired' would get that straightened out. If she was lucky, it might even happen this millennium.

"What the shit is taking so long?" she hollered back as she stormed out of the cockpit. "Yall hired me to fly a ship, not look cute, so any chance I'm gonna get to do my job?" The impatient pilot began storming through the ship towards the engines, rolling her eyes as she walked past Preacher Weirdo banging on something with his book. She passed by Hannah, the slightly off-kilter demolitionist, and elbowed her good-naturedly.

Rolling her sleeves up, April arrived at the engine room. The girl lowered her goggles onto her head and bent down to survey the problem. "Wow. Our baby girl is fucked." The girl winced as she surveyed the damage. The ship had never been in great condition, though much of the obvious wear and tear was clearly from the engines being pushed quite a bit past what could be expected of them. "Shit. I do that?"

Without waiting for an answer from the ship's engineer, April grabbed a wrench from nearby and knelt down to being making repairs

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

"Much obliged, Sister," Tobias said as the healing completed. Rolling his invisible shoulders, the thief leaned against a wall. The fight was winding down, and now all the brave warrior men were queuing up for healing. He heard Hugh shouting something at nobody in particular from some distance away - hopefully this would be a better outlet for his... random aggression than Tobias's face.

Someone new had arrived, and from the look of him, he'd done his fair share of the work. He seemed to want to know what was going on, which was a sentiment that Tobias could at least understand as he surveyed the destruction. Nothing could make this make sense.

Tobias had no interest in speaking to any of these people just now - especially being a disembodied voice as he was. He had no idea how such a conversation would pan out. Doubtless it would be far too comical for the mood Tobias was in.

The invisible thief wandered off silently, his feet taking him back to the scene of his battle without him really telling them to. Almost automatically, he began examining the pockets of the still-unconscious men, doing his absolute best to avoid looking at the headless, pantsless corpse. A memory filled his mind.

He was a much younger man - a child really - in that memory, in a city not so far from here. He was talking to three other children, bigger and stronger than him, bullies with matching tattoos. A gang that had heard about the silent thief you lived in the alleyways, and wanted to recruit him.

"Sorry," he was saying to them as he prepared to run, a glib expression on his face. "I don't hurt people for their stuff. I just take it. And more importantly..." he proclaimed as he snatched a coinpurse from the one in front. "I don't share."

They'd caught him, he remembered. Gave him two black eyes and a broken arm for his trouble. Yeah, there was definitely a reason he'd given up on ideals early on.

He looked down at the haul he's been blithely collecting. A purse full of gold, two funny-smelling potions, a magicy looking scroll and - holy shit, a diamond the size of his goddamn palm. At least, it looked like a diamond - experience had taught him to get these things appraised before he let his eyes bug out of his head at the size of his haul.

Narrowing his eyes, he read the inscription on one of the potions. Restoration. He didn't know what the damn thing restored, but he had a hunch he was lacking it at the moment, and he poured the potion down his mouth quickly.

Tobias scooped the rest of his loot into his bag and stood up, feet taking him nowhere in particular. This time he arrived in the inn without really knowing why. Food and drink was being served, but Tobias was neither hungry nor thirsty. Without really knowing what he was doing, the rogue shoved a chair aside, crawled under a table, and pulled his knees up to his chest, rested his head and back against the wall, and closed his eyes.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Name: April Cooper
Age: 19
Position: Pilot
Appearance/Clothing:

Top image for face/hair/body type, bottom image for clothes, also she has no robot arm

Skills: Pilot, Navigation, Mechanic, Flyer, Drive, Astrogation, Streetwise, Zero-G, Carouse, Gun Combat (Pistol)
Crimes Against The Alliance: Larceny, Hijacking, Theft of Motorized Vehicles, Theft of Spacecraft, Contempt of Court
Additional Information: Never an actual member, but significant Browncoat leanings.
Weapons: One Enfield Revolver, and... that's it.
Possessions: Several piles of junk she keeps in her bunk/the cockpit, containing souveniers, knick-knacks, mementos and nothing of any real value.
Personality: April is compassionate, firey, and cheerful. She's an incorrigible optimist and cares a great deal for the people close to her, though this doesn't detract from her tendency to be snarky and/or foul-mouthed to them. She has a bit of a temper and is very quick to argue with people she believes to be in the wrong, though she'll generally forget about it just as quickly if they're her friends. She can be something of an adrenaline junkie when it comes to making things go fast, though she never really puts herself or anyone else in danger. She also has a problem with authority about a mile wide - credit it to her upbringing.
History: April was born on a poor outer planet called Natawalk. Her parents were both Browncoats who died in the rebellion, so for as long as she can really remember she was raised by her uncle. As she grew up, she quickly discovered a talent for piloting, driving, and otherwise operating vehicles, as well as an ability to make them go. She left her home at sixteen years old to make her own way in the star system, immediately beginning a crime spree of hijackings, joy-rides, and Robin-Hood style redistribution of wealth.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Name: April Cooper
Age: 19
Position: Pilot
Appearance/Clothing:

Top image for face/hair/body type, bottom image for clothes, also she has no robot arm

Skills: Pilot, Navigation, Mechanic, Flyer, Drive, Astrogation, Streetwise, Zero-G, Carouse, Gun Combat (Pistol)
Crimes Against The Alliance: Larceny, Hijacking, Theft of Motorized Vehicles, Theft of Spacecraft, Contempt of Court
Additional Information: Never an actual member, but significant Browncoat leanings.
Weapons: One Enfield Revolver, and... that's it.
Possessions: Several piles of junk she keeps in her bunk/the cockpit, containing souveniers, knick-knacks, mementos and nothing of any real value.
Personality: April is compassionate, firey, and cheerful. She's an incorrigible optimist and cares a great deal for the people close to her, though this doesn't detract from her tendency to be snarky and/or foul-mouthed to them. She has a bit of a temper and is very quick to argue with people she believes to be in the wrong, though she'll generally forget about it just as quickly if they're her friends. She can be something of an adrenaline junkie when it comes to making things go fast, though she never really puts herself or anyone else in danger. She also has a problem with authority about a mile wide - credit it to her upbringing.
History: April was born on a poor outer planet called Natawalk. Her parents were both Browncoats who died in the rebellion, so for as long as she can really remember she was raised by her uncle. As she grew up, she quickly discovered a talent for piloting, driving, and otherwise operating vehicles, as well as an ability to make them go. She left her home at sixteen years old to make her own way in the star system, immediately beginning a crime spree of hijackings, joy-rides, and Robin-Hood style redistribution of wealth.

Heart of Gold - Browncoats Sign Up! (Firefly Inspired Rp)

Yay! High space adventure!

Heart of Gold - Browncoats Sign Up! (Firefly Inspired Rp)

I am the person who claimed the pilot, so I figured I'd get my name in here.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

The assassin threw up his hands as Tobias ran at him, a stolen knife in each hand. The rogue slammed the ends of both daggers on each of the man's temple with the crack, his foe's eyes rolling back in his head as he collapsed to the ground. Tobias still wasn't executing prisoners like Sana Arrow-Eye, the splitting headache and... potential brain damage the man might suffer notwithstanding.

Tobias turned just in time to see a figure running at him from out of the mists, brandishing a shortsword. Tobias sidestepped the overhand chop but wasn't able to avoid a punch in the jaw that sent him reeling. "Little bastard," the man said, spitting on him.

Tobias looked up and realized the man was vaguely familiar. Evidently, the horseman had dismounted to attack on foot, realizing that another mounted charge would spell the end for the comrade shackled to his horse.

Tobias tottered to his feet and threw a dagger, missing by a mile. His second dagger came as the man was charging him, and though it caught him in the shoulder it barely slowed his furious charge. Tobias dove out of the way a second too slow, and the blade painted a red line across his back. Another scar for the tapestry.

Tobias landed hard and tried to scramble up, to no avail. His enemy was on him, the sword descending, and the rogue was bum out of tricks. Well, save one. The rogue closed his eyes and poured the vial of silvery liquid into his mouth.

The blade stopped mere inches from his face, and a perplexed expression spread across the would-be executioner's face. Tobias rose, cautiously, and took a step away from the man as he looked left and right, wondering where his quarry had gone. Calmy, Tobias moved behind him, threw his arms about his neck, and squeezed.

When the man's struggling stopped, the invisible rogue took a deep breath. Pain and fear began to reassert themselves as adrenaline faded - his wounds burned all across his body, his head pounded, and he could barely stand straight. Limping, holding the cut in his shoulder, he staggered through the fog. "Sister Agnes! Sister Agnes!" he called faintly, rubbing dirt on his face to make the outline of his transparent visage visible.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

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A knife whistled past Tobias's ear as he jerked his head to the side and broke into a dead run. As he closed to a melee with the two assassins, he slashed his daggers out wildly. His attacks succeeded only in putting his enemies off balance and causing one to step backwards - which, of course, was all he was hoping for. Tobias flourished his arm downward and sent one of his daggers flying towards his foe's now outstretched boot.

The man cried out and dropped down to tug the knife out of his foot, grimacing as he did so. This left Tobias with one dagger and one enemy - a net positive change, he thought. The assassin came at him with a flurry of cuts and stabs, which Tobias only narrowly managed to twist his body out of the way of, even taking a superficial cut on his thigh. The wound was inconsequential, but painful, although the blow allowed Tobias to catch a glimpse of what the man was wearing on his belt. Manacles. Slavers.

Tobias sidestepped, bringing his blade up. The assassin's gaze followed the knife automatically as it spun in the air a mere inch from the rogue's hands. A parlor trick, not an attack, but it took the man's attention away from the nimble fingers grabbing at the irons.

The thief, suffice it to say, had a lot of experience with wrist irons. He could even do a trick or two with them.

Tobias gripped the cuffs by one end and flicked the chain up, snapping the manacle shut around the man's wrist before he'd noticed what had happened. A perplexed look just barely crossed the assassin's face when Tobias caught the knife he'd tossed up and tugged at the chain.

With a knife in one hand and the chain in the other, Tobias was able to keep his foe off-balance. The man lunged, Tobias yanked his wrist left with the manacles, sending his charge twisting off and exposing his back to the rogue. The assassin was rewarded with a quick stab for his trouble before spinning around, slashing wildly. Tobias yanked again, downwards, elbowed the man in the face as he went lurching.

The other assassin was recovering now, brandishing the bloody knife that had just been embedded in his foot. Tobias stepped, twisting the man around with the chain to keep him in between the rogue and his comrade.

Tobias heard the sound of hoofbeats behind him and knew that the horseman was making another pass. Instinctively, he tucked his head in and dropped to the floor, and the short-sword went whizzing over his head once again.

Just as the horse passed, Tobias flicked the chain again, snapping the other cuff around the animal's leg and relinquishing it.

The unfortunate assassin barely had a moment to register what had happened before being yanked off his feet and dragged, bouncing and rolling, behind the charging horse, hollering all the while.

Tobias rose and immediately stepped back from the other assassin's attack. The man punched him in the head once, twice, three times, kicked him in the knee and shoved him backwards. The rogue dropped his dagger and fell backwards into the dust.

He scrambled to his feet and held up his empty hands in a show of surrender as the assassin advanced on him. "Alright, alright, you got me! Good effort," he said, breathing heavily, head pounding.

The man gave no reply, save a snarl, and reached for the dagger at his belt to find it missing. Confused, the assassing fumbled all over his clothes for a moment, hands seeking one of his weapons, before he snapped his gaze back to the surrendering thief.

Tobias shrugged slightly and flicked his wrists, sliding two familiar-looking daggers out of his sleeves and into his hands as a grin plastered on his face.

The Kin Bane - A Wild West Style Undead Hunting Campaign - Closed

Still here.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

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Tobias cracked his neck as the strange fog rolled in. On any other day, the prospect of a magic, potentially soul-devouring mist would have concerned him - but with things as bad as they were, he was just glad for the concealment.

Twirling his knives in his hands, the thief jogged off parallel to the incoming force, running behind a building to get a better look at them. His head swam slightly as he did so, and Tobias reminded himself that he didn't have much more blood to shed for this doomed cause. Don't get hit, then. The drink wasn't exactly going to help with that - if he survived this, he'd need to enact some policy about waiting for retribution a few hours before celebrating victory.

Then there was that damned song - he knew an enchanted song when he heard one, and that one was trying to fuck with his head. Why did he never become a bard?

The rogue peeked out from a wall and counted nearby foes. Three men walked past his hiding spot - two in leather, one in chainmail. Worse, the one in mail was walking a dog - no, fuck that, a wolf - around on a chain.

That wouldn't do for all the rogue's clever tricks. Puppy had to go, and puppy had to go now. Tobias stepped silently from behind his cover and sent a dagger spinning forward. The animal was struck with a whimper, but didn't go down - it sprinted, slavering, for the rogue.

Tobias cried out as its jaws enclosed around his arm, falling back from the impact. The beast snarled and yanked, trying to tear his limb off, and with his free hand he stabbed at it frantically, jabbing again and again until finally, its thrashing stilled.

Tobias rolled the animal's body off him and proceeded to have exactly no time to survey his injuries before the mercenary who'd been holding the animal was jabbing at him. Tobias kicked up to his feet and brandished his dagger out. In a blind fury, the bereaved pet owner swung repeatedly, advancing on him, and it was all Tobias could do to duck and dodge each cut. A retaliatory jab skirled off his foe's armor - new plan, then.

The thief ducked a swing aimed to decapitate him and came up, drawing his dagger across the side of the man's arm. It was a barely superficial injury, but it certainly took the man's attention - and so he didn't notice Tobias's other hand nimbly undo the buckle and yank his belt free.

The footpad somersaulted backwards, reeling a little bit at the landing. With an angry shout, the mercenary charged after him, only to realize rather suddenly that his pants were around his ankles. A furious charged turned to a belly flop as his enemy crashed to the ground at Tobias's feet.

By now the others were coming, brandishing knives ready to throw. Quickly, Tobias kicked the longsword away, grabbed the stunned, pantsed man behind him, and held him as a human shield, keeping him controlled with both hands by holding his own belt around his neck. The two assassins paused, daggers still in their hands, unsure how to proceed after this turn of events.

The short impasse was broken when the sound of hoofbeats came through the mist. A fourth man on horseback charged out of the fog, murder in his eyes as he brandished a shortsword. Tobias was able to duck the sweeping blade unharmed, but the same couldn't be said for his captive. The headless corpse toppled to the ground, making Tobias's stomach turn and (perhaps more importantly) leaving him unprotected. A dagger took him in the shoulder, making him cry out in pain. Quickly, the thief yanked the blade out and held it, brandishing both knives at the two oncoming assassins.

His arm bled, his heart raced, his head swam. Being brave would be easier if he wasn't so scared shitless.