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Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Her hands scrabbling on his own gave him a small surge of enjoyment. She was starting to fight back. And that was something that he valued. His men were spread out in a loose ring around them, ready to capture her if she managed to escape his grasp. It wasn't llikely, but they believed in being prepared. Ktonos shook her, glad of the armoured gauntlet he wore. She'd not find exposed points to loosen his grip, not through the heavy leather and mithril. He drew her towards him, and then slammed her into the rock. And then again. His free hand went lower to draw out one of the drow longknives that he carried, adn sweep it up her front quickly and without a second thought, slicing the shirt open, and leaving a faint trail of a cut on her skin. The drow all grinned, loving the show that their leader was opting to put on. And once again, all of them were glad that someone this strong, this...dangerous, had opted to remain on their side, adn not stand opposing them. It would never end well for them. Only one warrior amongst them wasn't grinnig widely. He looked a little...disconcerted by the apparent violence of Ktonos towards this elf, and more importantly, the direction that the encounter seemed to be moving in.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Aowen Darksbane Struggled gasps and coughs were leaving as Aowen's hands continued trying to work frantically. But honestly, even just allowing the faintest amounts of oxygen to keep entering her lungs was greatly helping out. She'd prefer getting his grip completely if not very loose. But she could feel it that was asking for way too much in her current state. Her head tilted back as she helped assist more air flow, helping her continue to breathe. Her eyes caught sight of the male Drow's. For a few moments, they were face to face .. before ... Wham! Her spine and the back of her head both impacted with the wall. A weak whimper and groan passed her lips. She didn't feel any blood, thankfully. But goddamn, that hurt like a bitch. Wham! She was tossed back yet again, making her cry out in agony, her hands and body trembling violently. Her head weakly shook from side to side as Aowen managed to weakly keep a few fingers in between his hand, ensuring at least some air was going to her. S-stop ... please .... she pleaded, coughing a few more times as her eyes began to fight between opening and closing quickly.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Ktonos heard the faint croaking words as she seemed to be fighting for breath. The begging was doing nothing for him, well, nothing good. But he did release her neck, his hand finding a home in her hair. Holding a handful, he jerked her forward, kicking her legs to bring her to her knees on the stone floor. His free hand gripped the cut shirt and pulled it back, tearing the garment from her body. The bared flesh made his smile turn to a half snarl, but no one watching could be sure if it was anticipation or simple unhinged rage. Both seemed to be very likely with the weapon master. Ktonos bit down on the finger of a gauntlet, adn drew it off of his hand, freeing hte hand from it. He let the glove fall, and used his newly bared hand to slap the elf woman hard across her face. Thought you might stalk us? Bring death to us did you? He hissed at her, his words in a flawless unaccented elven, as though he had spoken the surface tongue for a long time.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Aowen Darksbane More coughs and gasps left as her neck was finally let go of. The sense of relief was also one of torment. In exchange for being able to breathe freely, Aowen felt the agony switch from being choked to having her hair firmly held. Sure enough, her hands had remained up, trying to work on prying the fingers off of her brown locks. When the tunic was ripped away, she compromised with herself. Her right hand tried to pry his fingers away while her left covered her chest, hiding it as best as she could from the other Drow. Shame mingled in with the growing frustration and anger that had been swimming through her since they had stepped foot into her home. Not only was her mood getting worse, but her body was becoming more and more weak. Agh! As the bite connected, her hand moved down, helping her other cover her breasts. Finally, the slap connected. Her head stayed turned away from the impact, partly due to not wanting to look at Ktonos again. Also, she was too weary, more so now that the adrenaline rush was dying down once again. The Elven accent didn't phase her as much as it might have another elf. She knew Drow were capable of speaking the Elven tongue it was just something they didn't typically do. A weak smirk managed to cross her face as her head shook from side to side. Not escort Death .. by myself, no. But yes at the same time.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

A spy. Come down into our place. And seek to try and kill us? Ktonos half snarled. It was...amusing really that she was trying to maintain some sense of modesty by covering herself with her arms. His free hand went around her neck, and he hauled her to her feet. The blade of his knife went under the waist of her pants, adn he pulled. THe fabric resisted slightly, but the edge was razor honed, and backed with mild magics. The newly loosened pants came away with a loud tearing. And do you now regret your temerity? THinking to stalk the drow in our own places? Have you any idea what is about to happen to you now elf? Ktonos demanded, enjoying this moment. SShe was obviously not stupid, but there wass a certain amount of enjoyment in the way he was taunting her.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Aowen Darksbane Her teeth gripped her lower lip again as she watched and felt the blade slide down and near her waist. The leather fought back for a brief while. But soon, it fell away, revealing silk undergarments barely concealing her purities. Her one hand finally gave up trying to force Ktonos's fingers away from her flesh. Instead, they grabbed for the ripped cloak, holding it in front of her as a makeshift blanket. While it was partly a weak attempt to keep herself as decent as possible, Aowen was doing it much more for warmth than anything. As the new set of questions resounded in her ears, Aowen closed her eyes to reflect on them all. The strongest and most significant inquiry was whether she'd had any regrets or not. .. Do you? she asked herself, staying silent for a few moments. Her chest rose and fell, hinting that even if barely, the ranger and rogue was still conscious. Finally, her head moved from side to side. As her eyes opened again, they looked up to Ktonos. Not exactly. I regret how things turned out, definitely. My actions though? No. I'd hate myself more for letting you leave and not trying to do anything. I have guesses ... none pleasant. Though to be fair, terms like 'generous' don't really go along with your kind. So I wouldn't expect such things anyways. If I didn't understand that risk though, rest assured ... I wouldn't have bothered coming here to begin with. If he had any doubts, the tone her voice held - resolve despite the desperate situation she was in - would confirm to Ktonos her words were very genuine. Physically, she was exhausted, weakened, and close to being forced to give up the struggle. Mentally, however, was a completely different story.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Ktonos cocked his head as she spoke. Resolve. It was still present in her, adn that was a good thing really. He wanted to see some life in her. Though how long that would stay after he'd done something to...break her in... was open to debate. Ktonos was not a merciful creature. not by nature, not by nurture. He was a violent one, bred, born, and trained to take life, and it was his own inclination to revel in that action. He was a good killer. And was equally good at taking advantage of the spoils of his conflicts. Just like now. Ktonos nodded to one of his men, who swept the long courtblade out, slicing the cloak off, making it useless to preserve anything really. Ktonos spied an appropriate stone that would suit his purposes. Not releasing her hair, he dragged her the few paces that he needed to toss her over the rock, stomach on the stone. A drow stepped to each arm, adn gripped it, pulling her tight over the stone as Ktonos snipped the silk undergarment from her with a smile. He reached around to find the clasp on his armour, and rest his finger on it, hissing a word in an arcane sounding tongue. The armour poppped loose, letting his loosen his pants, and bring them down. He grinned as his fished his member free, swinging around. His men all tensed, looking forward to teh show. Ktonos nodded to their mage, who stepped forward and dipped a small dart in a liquid, adn jabbed her shoulder with it. It was an antitoxin. It wouldn't cure her completely, but it would give some life to her. Ktonos did like a struggle when he was about to indulge himself. He pressed a hand just over her ass, keepingher pinned to the rock, while his fingers moved to explore her sex.
Thread: Twists of Fate (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Aowen Darksbane Throughout the slow process of being stripped, Aowen wanted desperately to believe this was to make the cold worse for her. It did appear to be how things would go as her cloak was removed, leaving her with just the pair of panties covering her virgin entrances. All the while, as everything continued to happen to and around Aowen, she never let her eyes move away from Ktonos'. Blink at most but not once did she make her own turn away. She wanted to somehow show despite the massive amounts of disadvantages, she didn't want to give up yet. Honestly, it almost seemed as if the Drow had done so for a while. Silence hovered over the two elves before finally, she felt herself shoved onto a rock. A weak cry passed her lips. Her body tensed up as her arms were held down. Instincts kicked in despite her wanting to pass out and sleep. Instead, Aowen jerked her trembling arms, trying to free herself from the other Drow. Suddenly, the very real fear that had been racing in her head was starting to become more and more real. And it was all but confirmed as the panties were removed and her nipples were kept in place, hardening from the natural temperature of the stone and cold. No! Please no! A sharp gasp echoed through the cavern as his fingers found her slit. Her arms fought harder as she pulled and yanked rougher against the other Drow. Her leg raised as she kicked backward. In truth, it could make his fingers move away and she wouldn't care. Something, anything to keep this from happening would more than suffice. She'd prefer to hit his sternum or force a rib to puncture a lung if not his heart. But that was begging for too much. That being said, she'd take anything she could get. Then again, it almost seemed like he had the same logic.
Thread: Sangiune Interest Check

Well, I'd like to sign up! As to my role, I am adaptable. Medicdoctor, engineer, pilot... all of those and others could be fun. But this just sounds awesome and I'd love to take part!
Thread: Sangiune Interest Check

The ones I listed were roles already filled, sorry for the miscommunication... We still need general crew adn passengers that may or may not want to stick around.
Thread: Sangiune Interest Check

Ah, I see. Hmmm. Well that narrows the options down a good bit. You can sign me up as one of the general crew though. Thinking someone who's a bit of a dabbler. Decent with a gun, knows how to fix a few things, stuff like that.
Thread: Sangiune Interest Check

Good. You'll be able to help out my engineer in a pinch, then. As well as join us on our landing party. Alright. Do you need a link to the CP thread?
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That was the idea! Perhaps he'll be a good cook too... And I found it Thanks though!
Thread: Sangiune Interest Check

Alrighty, then. Don't get Toooo close to canon, though.
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Oh, no need to worry! My fellow will be of my own make!
Thread: Sangiune Interest Check

Well. Everyone's characters are OC's, but, I mean... don't really make it so that you've had direct contact with any of the characters if it seems kinda out landish. For example, my character was in the 22nd. And we know Mal's unit rallied up with them, but... that's all the detail i went with.
Thread: Sangiune Interest Check

Wasn't planing on it So it should be easy enough to avoid
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Is this still open?
Thread: Sangiune Interest Check

this Looks very interesting... too bad i know so Little about firefly in the first place... it never aired on this side of the atlantic.
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Thread: Writer looking for Female(s) RPers for long term RPs

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Thread: Sanguine

It was nearly dusk on Beaumont, in the city. It was bustling like any other large city, these days. The lights started to kick on. The night life was starting to come out. All the underground. The gangsters. All the freaks and geeks. One man, who was hanging around the dry docks seemed to be particularly particularly vexed about something. His clothes and exposed skin were smudged with what seemed like engine grease and metal shavings. His name was Reed Owens. He captained a firefly sitting comfortably in the dry dock, and it was comfortably burning a hole in his pocket. He grumbled inaudibly as he flipped through the clipboard he had in his hands with some serious vigor as he grew more and more unhappy with each passing moment. At a moment's notice, Reed stopped fiddling with the papers and brought the clipboard to his side as he started walking hurriedly towards the aft of his ship. Tristan? he shouted. Tristan! What in the sphincter of hell is going on with this? We've been parked here for a week and we got a job waiting for us! Not to mention this stay here is burnin' a hole in my pocket larger than any of us can afford. He continued to the aft passing along the port side of his ship where he noticed that once again, the paint burned off his hull and once again, that stupid sign showed its resilience. And why is the gorram oaty bar still tattooed to my boat?
Thread: Sanguine

Drinkin' usually got a man through the day without much incident. Especially when the Chwen of a captain insisted on sailing on an outdated Mi Tian Gohn . But that was the job. And a man had to work. And there were precious few jobs that a man like Matthias Roan could still get behind. Alliance was still moving farther out and making thing complicated, but that was teh way of things these days. They were a factor, sure as the turn of the worlds. Which was why Roan had looked for work on a ship that mainly played the rim. Ever since the fateless had been impounded, he'd been drifting. Found some good work here and there. Shot a few deserving folk, and maybe one or two that weren't quite as deserving. THough he had to admit to himself if he ever found the Lio Coh Jwei Ji Neong Hur Ho Deh Yung Duh Buhn Jah Jwohn who had decided that a change in ownership hadn't mattered for whether a ship should be impounded, there was going to be a reckoning. Roan down his glass, savouring the burn as the liquor worked it's way down his gullet. Nothing fancy, just the cheap rotgut that was brewed locally. Baeumonde was a nice enough world, provided you didn't think much of the sun. At least if you needed the spaceport. Which they did. The mechanic that the captain had found was good. Tristan. Roan just called him Red. The compression coil on a Firefly could be finicky in the older models. You could run a finicky coil, but something told Roan that Red wanted to make sure nothing went sideways once they were in the air. Which suited Roan just fine. And so, thusly, here sat Matthias Roan, working through his petty cash fund on cheap booze and a bowl of onion rings. At least he'd avoided much in the way of local colour. Of course, that was liable to change if he stayed in this dive of a bar for too much longer. But Roan was feeling pretty settled, adn not inclined to move without a very good reason.
Thread: Sanguine

As the Captain headed aft the sounds of rattling, banging and a steady stream of curses in a mush of languages reverberated along the hall. The Firefly class of ships were persnickety enough in the first place but with an ailing port compression coil on top of an old engine made Tristan Firestone's job harder. The port compression coil, when it was working, made sure that the ship wouldn't rattle itself apart in the Black and blow itself to pieces. Any mechanic worth their credits had heard enough horror stories of busted life support and engines that left ships, and their crews dead in the water. It was taking all of Tristan's skill to keep them flying until they had reached Beaumonde. Now he was trying to piece together a workable fix which had dry docked them for longer then he and the crew would have liked. So far, he wasn't making much headway. Unless he wanted tian fuhn di fu the Cap'n had better be a mite more patient with him. As the Captain finished speaking the mechanic popped up behind the engine. His jump suit and face was liberally streaked with grease and some of it had smeared into his wavy black hair. His grey eyes flashed with annoyance as what he thought as his own domain was invaded. And I told ye that a faulty port compression coil would take some time to patch! The man's voice was heated and he seemed to be working his way into one of his fine rants before he exhaled and went back to work, talking as he did so. I'm doing all I can here and Mena's out on salvage, we both have every damned day. Unless we can find something then we'll have to order the part which costs credits none of us have. Do ye have any other suggestions Captain? His voice was terse and he ignored the question of the oaty bar emblazoned on their boat. It was starting to become a bad joke amongst the crew. Translation tian fuhn di fu- complete disarray or sheer pandemonium, literally sky tumbles while earth turns over.
Thread: Sanguine

Reed just sighed and started to turn around and stopped mid motion. Well, just get it squared away. Can't get paid if we sit here, he replied as he finished his movement and began walking back towards the bow, checking over every ding and dent. Seeing what was suited for departing atmo and what wasn't. Gorram ship is gonna be the death of me, he mumbled. Anyone who knows him at all would know that it was out of affection. He climbed up on top of Sanguine and took a walk around the hull for another inspection. Nothing that wasn't already dinged and dented. Once his rounds were complete, he opened up one of the topside airlocks and proceeded inside the ship. He walked along the neck of Sanguine until he reached his quarters and entered. he took a moment to sit down and deal with some of the logistical crap.
Thread: Sanguine

One of the pillars any self-respecting medic should have in mind in order to succeed in their area of expertise is patience. Patience to clean wounds and not rush the process, patience for fevers to come down, patience with annoying patients, patience to make new medicine... And, being the highly competent doctor Jeana Harley knew she was, she had lots of it, and was proud to be considered a patient and understanding person. The whole Sanguine crew knew very well that it was hard to make her lose her cool, or to even see her mad. That was a thing that just didn't happen. Unless, you know, you made her wait upon the rendevouz point on her own for over an hour and a half, under the calcining sun of Beaumont, her hands full with bags containing new supplies for the ship, and a group of men eyeing her from over the corner with not the prettiest of intentions. Roan I am going to kill you so many times..., she had been whispering to herself since the moment she realized the man WOULDN'T show up. Jeana wasn't worried about him she had known this person long enough to understand that he was probably procrastinating somewhere else, and had completely forgotten about the fact that they were supposed to meet there and go back to the ship before sunset. The sun set, and she decided not to wait any longer. Granted, today hadn't been off to the best start. Her husband and captain of their crew had been freaking over the ship for a few days already, demonstrating his undying love for the damned thing, and making her want to just lie in the floor and zone out until they could leave this planet. The guy that sold her the supplies tried to scam her, and she had to use aggravating methods to walk away with the right stuff, and the right amount of money in her pockets. Add in the fact that you couldn't trust Roan to keep a balloon off the floor, and you have the right combination for a stressful day. She approached the nearest decent-looking person, and asked where she could find a bar. Why a bar, some would ask. Because procrastinating equals drinking untill passing out for Matthias Roan, Jeana would answer. She arrived at the place fuming, several bags hanging from her arms, and looked around for a big man and a melancholic attitude. Upong spotting him, she approached his seat, stomping, and smiled, funny to see a man here doing nothing. Some would think he was BAILING OUT OF AN APPOINTMENT. I'm sure that is not the case with you though, good sir.