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Ward HQ


Scarlet simply gave Chroma a nod, snorting inaudibly beneath her mask at his words. "Of course," she replied simply, allowing him to decide whether he thought she was agreeing or being sarcastic.

She afforded herself amused smile as he continued on, nodding once again to show her agreement. She was definitely content to be working with Chroma. He had no issues carrying conversations, which suited her perfectly. She did sort of wish she was able to say more, maybe come up with some kind of quip in response to the things he said. Her being quiet didn't seem to bother the boy too much, at least, which made him easy to be around.

A few minutes after he left, Scarlet followed suit, heading out to start their patrol.

On Patrol


Scarlet let herself fall behind Chroma as they walked, mainly to make their two-man patrol a little more effective. She didn't do much other than let the population see her. The presence of two wards was enough to ensure that nothing illegal was happening. In their line-of-sight, at least. He masked-face exaggeratedly scanned her surroundings, her gaze stopping on the occasional shady-looking person for intimidation purposes. Which was really all patrols were. A show to get the population to think twice before doing something they'd regret.

A distant alarm brought Scarlet out of her thoughts. She wheeled around to pinpoint the direction, while still moving to catch up with Chroma.

"Alarm. I'll check," she said, in case he hadn't heard it yet. A moment later, she crouched down to jump, pushing on herself from below with her power, sending her leaping high enough into the air to land on the lip of a small store. With a small running start this time, she did it again, though pushing more horizontally to give her extra distance. This sent her over to the next building, red cap flapping behind her. As she approached the roof's floor, she pushed against herself to decelerate, landing as softly as if she had jumped normally.

She loved the feeling -- it wasn't quite flying, but it was close. And some day, she knew she'd have enough control over her power to fly. Due to the mechanics of her ability, it was incredibly hard to keep herself balanced in the air by pushing on herself consistently from below; it was delicate work that took her full concentration, but even then she could only hover in place for a few seconds. So flying wasn't going to happen yet for her. But she'd keep practicing.

Several super-powered leaps later, she had eyes on the source of the alarm: a relatively small bank. Possibly a false alarm. If not, it was likely a robbery, though she couldn't be sure. She studied the area a little longer, to wait for Chroma. She touched her earpiece to communicate with him. "It's a bank alarm. If there's anyone robbing the place, they're already inside. All I see are civilians in the lobby."

Scarlet prepared to jump down from the building to meet up with Chroma, cracking her fingers with her thumb deliberately, one at a time. First one gloved hand, then the other. It was a habit she had picked up to deal with anticipation. She could focus on the somewhat painful, relieving feeling, along with the satisfying sound. It kept the butterflies away.

With tight lips, her eyes were locked on the bank.
Ward HQ


The hallway was quiet, save for Phoebe's soft footsteps. A quick check over her shoulder confirmed she was the only one in sight, prompting her to lift the paintball mask she wore up off her face, just enough so she could slip her hand under and rub her eyes. The mask was, of course, a part of her costume, which she wore to school, excluding her red hooded cape. The stares she had gotten when she had first begun attending the school had made her uncomfortable, stupidly enough, despite the fact that her face was covered. And then all the questions she got from the students had been worse. That had been when she learned to be politely dismissive, sending the message that she was annoyed without saying it out loud. It had taken a few months, but, eventually, the student population began mostly leaving her alone, minus the odd autograph request or jeer.

Heavier footsteps from around the corner brought Phoebe out of her thoughts, and her mask was quickly slipped back on.

Nathan passed by her, neither of them even remotely acknowledging the other. While she knew his reasons for doing so, and also knew that her reason -- simply being shy -- was far worse, she couldn't help but feel a small sting of resentment towards him. It happened every time anyone would dismiss or ignore her in such a way. It was a stupid thing to feel, as she purposely worked towards having people stay away from her by being all scowly-faced all the time. And she did that because she was too uncomfortable to talk to people. But she still wanted to talk to people. Sort of.

She was stupid.

With the softest of sighs, she entered the Ward rec room, immediately making her way over to the door that lead to her personal room. On the way there, she heard Chroma talking to himself through his door, though she couldn't make out what he was saying. Par for the course for him, really. He was a little out there, a definite attention-seeker.

By her bed, Phoebe found the details for her patrol. Traffic duty. The girl let out another inaudible sigh. It was silly to expect something exciting every day, especially since she was only a Ward, but she couldn't help but hope.

She noted that she'd be with Chroma for the job. A small smile grew behind her mask. She didn't mind him very much. Sure, being on a team with him, she knew of his egotistical ways, but it didn't really bother her. He had a good heart, at the end of the day, and the desire of his to be recognized by all for his exploits helped him do his job. As long as his flamboyant personality lead to him protecting the city, she'd be content with working with him. And if he ever began to lose his way, whether through endangering missions for want of taking all the glory for himself, or seeking attention through less legal acts, she'd gladly beat him into the ground until he either shaped up or broke.

Besides, she found his antics amusing.

Taking her cape off the hook that was on the back of her door, she threw it on, completing her costume and fully becoming Scarlet in her mind. She then left her room, closing the door behind her, and moved to stand behind the couch, turning on the TV to kill time as she crossed her arms.
Woo, fun (☉ ͜ʖ☉)

On a semi-related note, I think I can say Worm's got me hooked.

Perfect, thank you. Now I should go start turning the vague direction I have in mind for that Grey Jedi character into something a little more developed and concrete while I await your intro and OOC.
@The Canadian
Sounds awesome, I'm excited for the OOC.

For clarification, that means that the events of the Phantom Menace didn't happen, right? That's what I'm understanding, but I'm not 100% sure.
If it might help, I once did a thing in another RP where every round I'd write up a tl;dr for what's happening at the moment in the RP and where everyone is. Since we have so many people, I could do that -- write up a single narrative that shows what's happening. If you like. :)


That would be pretty helpful, and fun to read, if you don't think it'd be too much trouble.

And I like the map, it gives a basic idea of where the important stuff introduced so far is.
I'm definitely interested, I've been keeping an eye out lately for a more sand-boxy Star Wars RP. And I found a picture a while back that I love and would work well for a Grey Jedi/Jedi Apprentice who's on the path to going Grey or Dark, which seems like it'd be fun.
Elliana Faye

A young woman gently clutched at her shirt over her chest, feeling her heartbeat that was faster than normal. Nervous excitement -- for her, excitement always came with a measure of nervousness -- filled her, making her feel more aware of everything around her. At least, would have, if that same energy didn't also have a tendency to make her day-dream. She sat, staring at her feet, imagining what the city would look like from up on the wall, and -- more importantly -- what the view beyond the wall would be like.

A loud ding sounded throughout the rail car, bringing the day-dreaming girl out of her head with a start. As she blinked and looked around, pushing down the small shot of adrenaline from the scare she had received, she noticed a few other passengers giving her strange looks. Red colouring rushed her pale face as she quickly looked back down at her feet. She must have let out a small yelp when she had been startled.

She began fumbling with her bag, trying to pull a book out to make it seem like she was busy, and to try to distract herself from her embarrassment. That was when she noticed the train slowing down, and the soft, pleasant voice coming through the many speakers place throughout the car, calling out the name of the stop -- her stop.

After a moment of slight disbelief that she had almost missed it, the young woman lurched into a small panic, struggling to put the book back in the bag. Despite the fact that she hadn't even gotten it fully out, she couldn't manage the simple task, and accidently sent the book falling to the ground. Of course, it had to land completely flat, making as loud of a sound as possible just to draw more attention to her and spite her.

All-too-aware of her cheeks reddening even further, she kept her eyes locked towards the ground as she buttoned down her bag, picked up her book, and rushed out of the train car and onto the platform a moment before the doors began to slide close. She stood there for a moment as the train went on its way, clutching at her chest again as she continued fighting down her embarrassment. With a gentle shake of her head, she looked around to get her bearings, wiping down the back of her book from dirt.

A minute later, she had climbed down a few flight of stair and had gotten outside of the station, finding herself on the sidewalk of a rather dinky-looking area. In fact, there weren't even any roads or structures overhead other than the monorail station, allowing her to see a spot of the blue sky far, far above.

It made sense that the area was less-developed -- it was right at the edge of the city, the towering wall not two-hundred feet away from where she stood. The woman took a moment to stare in awe, craning her neck to see as much of it as she could. There were definitely uglier areas to see, too, as this place had been spruced up a little, being a tourist attraction. A wide stone path, surrounded by nice grass and neatly spaced out trees, among a few other appealing plants, lead up to a museum-looking building that sat directly pressed against the wall. Two impossibly long, see-through elevators, their shafts tube-shaped, came out from the top of the building, going all the way up the wall. This building was one of three similar ones, all evenly spaced around the inside of the wall, ensuring that at least one was always open when others were closed due to construction. The elevator shafts were built to be easy to extend, meaning that no matter how high the wall got, tourists could always go up.

The excitement came back to the woman in full force, the previous embarrassment forgotten, as she saw a group of people going up. With a skip in her step (that she immediately stifled, not wanting to be seen doing such a thing) she walked down the path and into the building.

The inside was nice, a gift shop immediately to the right, among various other things, but only one thing interested the young woman -- the entrance to the elevators, a few ticket takers standing by the two double-doors. She went up to one of them, taking out her ticket and handing it over.

"Good morning, miss," the older man said with an easy, practiced smile as he took her ticket. "Excellent choice to go up at this time of day. Now, and at sunset, are when the view is most breathtaking."

The young woman simply gave a small smile in return and nodded, not trusting herself to sound like a ditz if she opened her mouth. She held out her hand as the man showed her a wristband, allowing him to tie it around her wrist. "Please wait beyond these doors for an elevator, it should only take a few moments at most for it to arrive. Have fun!"

With that, he opened the door for her, and she stepped in, squeaking out a little "Thank you." As the door closed behind her, she moved to the corner of the fancy waiting room, choosing to stand rather than sit on any of the comfortable-looking benches, not wanting to attract attention from any of the others who were also waiting. She kept her eyes on her feet as she fiddled with the handle of her bag to pass the time.

A few minutes later, after several more people had been allowed through the doors, the elevator had arrived. A group of people exited, being directed by an employee who had also been in the elevator to their right and out a different set of doors. After they had cleared out the elevator operator ushered the new group in.

According to the young woman's count, there were fifteen people inside, excluding the operator, but it was large enough that even she didn't feel too uncomfortable -- if they wanted to, the diameter of the circular elevator allowed them to all stand side by side with room to spare.

They began going up, the clear walls of the elevator allowing them to see the city as they ascended at an impressive speed. The young woman's eyes couldn't help but go wide, and she desperately wanted to move up to the glass and press her face against it, but held herself back, not wanting to appear childish in front of the other people.

It didn't take long for them to reach the top, and the woman thought for certain that she was shaking from the excitement. She did her best to calm herself down as the operator moved to open the doors -- the city from so high up was incredible, but what she really wanted to see was the other side. Managing to keep herself from sprinting out, the bright light of the morning sun pouring in and filling the elevator as the doors slid open.

It seemed to take the operator forever to step out and gesture for them to exit, wishing them a wonderful day. The moment it happened though, the young woman moved as fast as she could while still walking, heading to the other side of the wall to the safety railing. She quickly grabbed hold of it as she felt her knees go weak, to keep herself up. With wide eyes, a bright smile, and a bit of nervousness from being so, so high up, she stared out.

There were no building, no man-made structures. At all. Only nature, and it's natural colours -- not artificial, neon-bright like the colours of the city, but real, beautiful colours. Green, which dominated the ground, the sparkling blue of bodies of water larger than she thought could exist, the bright blue of the clear sky above, and the pure white of clouds, among other specks of colour.

But most beautiful of all was that it was completely bathed in the natural, warm light of the impossibly-bright morning sun.

The young woman's vision began to blur slightly as she felt tears beginning to build up in her eyes. Realizing that she was on the verge of crying, she quickly pulled a sleeve up and brought it up to her face, wiping her eyes with the heel of her hand. Being seen crying over a view would be terribly embarrassing, and the woman didn't even chance looking around to see if anyone had noticed, the risk of awkward eye contact too great. Besides, she didn't want to look anywhere else but out over the world anyways.

She heard a guide call out, announcing he'd be taking any who wished out to tour the wall. The young woman chose to stay put, at least for the moment -- there was no time-limit on how long she was allowed to be up on the wall, every ticket being a day-pass. She could wait for the next tour -- just this one view was enough to joyfully overwhelm her, so she thought it best to perhaps compose herself for a while before moving on.
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