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Edited by Chesh I Guess:
2/27/2016 5:58:37 AM
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[b][u]Lounge Room, Cruiser[/u][/b]
[u]Night time[/u]
[b]Belle sits in the lounge, legs crossed. She is reading a small blue book with the name "Lord of the Flies" written on the side. A simple smile is spread across her lips. She had joined the crew recently, and knew virtually no one... Say for the the small group of volunteers working on sign up. Space was such a funny place. Not that she need the company... She was fine on her own. Even then, she didn't mind this place. Crew bustled here and there, screens played shows, and people talked. Despite the social disdain she held, she felt content. Subconsciously she sings a small tune, something she did when she was lost in a good story. It was a beautiful piece. She leans back into the cushioned chair as sleep slowly consumes her. It had been a long day, and she was tired.[/b]
[spoiler]Intro, Open[/spoiler]
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[i]Mercury walks past her, he stops and looks back[/i] [b]Hey, you new here? I haven't seen you before.[/b]
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[i]"Yes... I am. Though, I suppose you aren't? You a CO? Or pilot?"[/i] [b]She gives her normal polite smile. [/b]
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Edited by oCharlemagne: 2/28/2016 1:13:48 AM[i]He gives a polite smile back[/i] [b]Im a Combat Operative, my names Mercury, it's nice to met you[/b]
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[i]"Likewise. My name is Belle. So, what do you run?"[/i]
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[b]Some field operations, mostly infiltrations [/b]
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[i]"Noted. So, I take it that is a good thing?"[/i]
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[b]Well it's the coolest job you can have here[/b]
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[i]"I'll keep my mind open. But, I'll certainly think about it."[/i]
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[b]Great - [/b] [i]He gets a notification for a mission on his gauntlets[/i] [b]see you later![/b]
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[spoiler]he doesn't have the eyepatch or the skull and crossbones on his coat[/spoiler] She sees a man leaning back in a chair, a comic book in his hands. Next to him laid a Corgi dog, sleeping on its belly happily. He seemed to be sucked into the book, as he had a small stack of them to his side.
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[b]She already seems more interested in the dog than him. A small smile spreads across her face as she looks at it.[/b]
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[b]A tall figure walks into the room, almost hitting its head on the doorframe. It wears bulky, black, metal armor, and has a huge sword strapped to its back. As they walk past the doorframe, it accidentally clips its left shoulder on the doorframe. This causes a jar that was on the square of its back to fall. This knocks the lid open, and blood spills out of the jar. It sighs as it picks the jar up, and the blood floats back into the jar. It puts the jar back onto its back, and walks to the corner. It leans against the wall.[/b]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 2/27/2016 7:59:57 PM[i]One of the ship's hired mercenaries walked into the lounge, his cloak down from his head. On his back, barely poking out from under his cloak, were a sword and a SCAR-H, at his hips, two magnums. On his left leg, a bowie knife sat fixed in a boot sheath, and on his shoulder, a khukri was prominently visible. The mechanized armor he wore looked intimidating, powerful, yet mobile. It was painted matte black, with scratches and scrapes crisscrossing across certain parts of it. Across his chest, he carried two regular leather bandoliers. However, what stood out the most was the man's mask. The eyes still glowed an eerie blue, and the mask was also all matte black, save for three wide gashes across the left side of the figure's face, the inside of which were bright white, made to look as if a skull was beneath the paint. He bore a set of old Marine Corps dog tags, and two insignia on his left and right shoulder pauldrons respectively, that of a rook chess piece, and that of a howling wolf. Walking over to a chair in the room, he sat down, and took off the mask. Shaking his head, the man beneath the metal was young, he didn't look to be much older than 22. He had a fair complexion, no scars or stubble on his face. His curly dirty blonde hair was just long enough to cover his ears. His eyes were a light blue, his expression calm. Reaching into one of the pockets on his bandolier, he drew forth an old bandana, and he unsheathed his father's bowie knife. Leaning back, he wiped the blade.[/i]
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Edited by Kain The Slain: 2/28/2016 9:34:23 PM[b]Angela walks past and her mechanical arm sparks and twitches[/b] "Damn. I need to get this thing replaced"
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Edited by oCharlemagne: 2/27/2016 5:37:19 PM[i]A man walks pat you, he was in armor but he didn't seem to have a weapon[/i]
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[b]He catches Belle's eye. His armor seemed to fit her style. Modernized medieval. And he didn't seem crazy, like half the other crew... She watches him intently, but does nothing more.[/b]
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[i]He stops and looks at you, you can tell he noticed 'someone' eyeing his armor[/i] [b]And who are you?[/b]
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[b]She smiles and gives a small shrug.[/b] [i]"Name's Belle. I'm a new recruit."[/i]
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[b]Nice to meet you, I'm Xeno[/b] [i]He reaches to try to shake hands as he does, his hand armor turns into some blue energy as it disappears [/i]
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[b]She raises an eyebrow and fixes her eyes back onto her book.[/b] [i]"Right... Likewise."[/i]
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[i]The armor re-materializes as he takes his hand back[/i] [b]well I guess it was nice meeting you.[/b]
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[i]"Would you like to try again? Or are we just going to lounge around here as your body disintegrates?"[/i]
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[b]Its my armor, if I was draining rating myself it would not be fun[/b] [i]His helmet dematerializes[/i]
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[i]"Mhmm."[/i] [b]She is already back into the world of her book, seemingly uninterested.[/b]
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Edited by oCharlemagne: 2/28/2016 12:30:30 AM[b]Whatever, if you need me at all just tell me [/b] [spoiler]is it okay if I intro my other character[/spoiler]
