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im 24 now
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2 yrs ago
Back home. I need a breather, lol.
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2 yrs ago
one more five horu drive to home...then ill stop spamming the status bar. promise. go back to only updating it once every few months
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2 yrs ago
back in my home state. actually a real nice hotel compared to the last one that had cockroaches in the bathroom. so thats cool and good. ready to get home tomorrow. blehhhhjgkjgkjhatk
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@EnterTheHero awesome, dude

i can't wait to see where this goes.

@Akayaofthemoon lol hello!

I decided I couldn't let this RP slip through my fingers. I love Spider-Man too much. But it seems great power and great responsibility is probably going to be well covered- so I decided to put a bit of a villianous twist on my character. Let me know what you think and if there's anything to change.


Dareen Kahina

within the eyrie


Dareen had situated herself in the hallway, her eyes looking past the walls and into her own thoughts. Back against the wall, her right index finger began tracing up and down the right side of her tunic, following the pattern on her skin through the fabric. Mikhail was far more verbally hostile towards Xandar than she was from what she gathered before she went inside. The ex-mercenary had to remember her place. As much as it pained her, Xandar could probably kill her and no one would be too sad. Mikhail could afford to be more hostile- afterall he was almost as powerful as Xandar going by jewels alone. Jewels. If only the universe granted power to those who deserved it, rather than those who got lucky. In either case, Dareen would still probably have a yellow, she thought truthfully to herself.

There was a moment of silence. Her eyes eventually fell on the third door. Dusty. Abandoned. Surely not Faeril's bedroom? She imagined one of the two rooms across from her were where Faeril slept/ was sleeping, but the third door looked like it came out of a separate house. Curious indeed. What could it be? A storage room? If it was a guest room, surely Dareen would have been asked to sleep in there, yes? The bedroom she slept in last night was probably Bellinar's. Since she had nothing better to do, she continued to pontificate on the nature of the dusty door across from her. Perhaps it was infested with something. Maybe it was the room of a dead or excommunicated relative. A fourth brother? A sister? An ex-lover of one of those who lived here, perhaps? The history of this Eyrie could be very complicated for all she knew. As her eyes traced the outside, she noticed the wear and tear on the rug. A regular detective, wasn't she? How long was she going to study this damn door for?

As long as she pleased, that was the answer. At least until Mikhail and Xandar became locked in their inevitable battle to the death, or Faeril wakes from her slumber and kills Dareen with a scornful glare. The slight wear could signify the door opened up into the hallway and the rug was damaged because of that. However, all the other doors in the hallway opened inwards. Mystery! She chuckled shortly. It was just a door. If they wanted her out, they would have said so, or locked the door. There was no one around to ask, she was the only one down this corridor at the moment. Looking for something to do, she wrapped her hand around the dull door knob and twisted, pushing her hand inward to investigate what was on the other side of the door.
Akira Hanako

outside the pillar estate. student of Fushigi Yuu


The Love Pillar was one of the first one's out of the meeting, and Akira tried to listen in on their conversation. Unfortunately Sister Mariah was content with discussing it far away from prying ears, and they even switched to English from the sound of it. Great. Gerard seemed happy enough to enjoy his 'good weather' anyway.

Once Fushigi had exited the building, her student was quick to harass her. She wanted to know why they had all been dragged out here, afterall. "So, what was that all about?" Akira asked impatiently. "Is something wrong? It sounded like something was wrong." She continued, placing one hand on her hip. Like she was some kind of master detective. News was kind of scarce these days, and Akira was clearly raring for some action. It helped that she had heard the hint of a raised voice. Maybe something exciting was finally going to happen- more than just waiting to spar with some other random guy in the humid rain.
@Cleverbird It's like the modern day mercenary character who uses wild west revolvers. outdated, but badass. who knows, maybe they even have some kind of advantage over newer space guns, like how the M1 Garand is like, totally indestructible. nokia vs smartphone
@redbaron1234 Huh, I guess I didn't make that connection. I guess you could just change the name of the planet from Ord Thorden to something else, good catch.

edit: we do have a discord, let me look for the link
@redbaron1234 looks great to me. she and @Torack's character can be ex-empire buddies, though Arosha is far more removed from the Empire than Zed.

but this is my a-ok. Gotta wait for the big GM though. If you want, you can mark which one of her characteristics are her primary and secondary.
June and Mallory





June tried to make out what she could. Everyone was deciding whether or not to go into Moresby. "We did not go to Moresby. Too many people." She said, trying to weigh in but flubbing the grammar a little. She placed her hand on Mallory's shoulder, and the taller brunette placed her hand on June and offered a weak smiled before looking up at the rest of the group.

"I'm not sure where to go, so I'll leave that up to you all. I hope you'd take my friend and I with you. I'll try not to be as much as a burden." She said apologetically, biting her lower lip. "That was...a poor performance. I'm Mallory, and this my friend June, by the way. We're from France." She gestured to her friend and herself, and June waved again.

Mallory sighed, knitting her fingers together anxiously. "Are we sure help isn't coming, though? How long can we stay in here before we have to leave?" She asked. They were safe in here, and Mallory was not at all eager to leave the safety of the security room. Though she was a little bit more composed and she was very well spoken, the knawing ball of dread in her gut hadn't left her. She seached for Elijah with her eyes. While everyone was wrapped up in conversation, she would take the chance to thank him for saving her life.
Dareen Kahina

above the base of the steps


Dareen tsked her tongue against her teeth. Yeah, he could kill her if he wanted too. Dareen decided to hold her tongue. It was frustrating though- usually those who posessed physical power believed that strength alone is what makes them righteous. Might makes right, the loser is evil and the winner is good kind of thing. A moral philosophy that seemed to prove itself correct time and time again. Her commander held these beliefs strongly aswell. But the Pruulish witch chose to believe there was more to life than just that. What it was, she couldn't tell.

It mattered not, for even though Xandar broke her nose Fatima seemed to want to protect Xandar, or have him be his subordinate. Ah, Dareen thought. Her initial reading was a little closer than she thought. Fatima was a queen. The caste system was truly a wonderful thing, was it not? It seemed Dareen's ribbing Xandar on Fatima's behalf was of no help or use to anyone and Dareen didn't want to piss of Xandar for no reason- dumb brute that he was. And Queen's were, well, queens. They spend their entire lives getting what they want. An upbringing like that makes it hard to maintain empathy, Dareen believed. Struggle is what bonds us all together.

Mikhail and Fatima were going at it in their boring monotone voices, and Dareen found it hard not to tune out. Faeril also mentioned a prophecy or something? The archer's thoughts we Dareen eyed the man she barely helped earlier, with the bow and arrow. He had given her a little wave, which was fun. It seemed he knew Fatima, and was carrying that corpse from earlier. It seemed he was another one of those Queen worshippers. It seemed the only people here to operate outside of this damn hierarchy were Mikhail and herself, and Mikhail was as unreadable as his hair was white. He had stuck up for her, but it seems as if the Dea Al Mon was a steadfast loner and isolationist.

"Well, whatever." Dareen complained to herself. Everyone was probably going back to the Eyrie. Shouldering her bow and re-quivering the arrow between her fingers, Dareen slowly made her way back up the steps. Whatever happened next, she would be here. Despite their various dysfunctionalities, these were the only people she had ever met that seemed displeased with the current structure of society. Leave, and Dareen would never see them again. Back to wandering. Something like this was what she was looking for- it wouldn't be easy but it was all she had. She could never face her commander again.

Dareen came to a stop outside the Eyrie. Xandar was chucking all the corpses off a cliff and had tied up some of the thugs that had attacked them earlier. Two of 'em. Faeril was probably somewhere inside. Dareen wasn't that tired. Her heart rate hadn't even increased that much- she was far away from the second fight and it was hardly one of the more stressful fights she's ever been in. That first skirmish was looking pretty grim before Xandar jumped in and murdered the shit out of everyone. No wonder he felt like he could get away with anything- he practically could. There was a hypothetical scenario where Xandar is humbled and learns his lesson, but unfortunately by the time Xandar is defeated Dareen is probably long dead. Unfortunate.

Dareen wanted to get out of the rain, so she walked inside, closing the door behind her. She took a moment to familiarize herself with the Eyrie. She ended up wandering back towards the room she had stayed in. Leaning against the wall outside the door of the bedroom, she paused and waited for whatever happens next.

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