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Thread: Black Feathers (Broomhandle45&Agnores)

...Not yet, Jerod replied, a tiny bit of annoyance creeping into his voice. Not that I exactly know why we're going to the other end of the colony, ma'am? New guy, Nydia murmured, watching the trees roll by before rummaging into the dash and plucking out a thin folder with his profile. Test pilot, spent some time on Mars...did an impressive little feat with an ambush...other than that, he's green as grass. But he prototyped the Jims and the C-Types, too. Guess he's a decent pilot...even got selected for a newtype test. It's the other Captain's orders, we need a forth...and he was chosen. By 'other' Captain, she was referring to the Captain of the Black Feather, Jenne Parker. ...I uh, I see. Jerod replied faintly. ...Bit of an odd duck, isn't it? True, Peacekeepers pulled from everywhere...but between the three of them, Jerod would reasonably say they had as much experience as the war has went on, and then some. Nydia shrugged her shoulders faintly, it was out of her hands regardless...his newtype score wasn't impressive, but his test scores were better than expected. She supposed he was at least good at piloting the machines...hopefully that meant he was good at fighting in them, too.
Thread: Black Feathers (Broomhandle45&Agnores)

R scoffed, shaking her head. Just what we fuckin' need. A newbie. He'll probably die faster than the other asshole we had. She paused, the scowl on her face deepening. What do they think we are, N? Fuckin' babysitters? Fuck. Even as she expressed great distaste for the idea of the new guy, R could see the advantages. Someone green didn't have enough experience to have a set way of doing things. They would be easier to integrate into their strategies, and would most likely be more willing to comply with the various commands that would arise in combat situations. It wasn't all bad, she supposed, but that lack of actual experience would be an issue. Hey, N, R started after a bit of silence. You said he did an impressive feat with an ambush? Was he ambushing or getting ambushed? And what did he do, exactly?
Thread: Black Feathers (Broomhandle45&Agnores)

Nydia flipped faintly through the thin file, eyes skimming over it. Ah, here we are... she mused. He was part of an Early Type squad during the early offensive for Mars, they lost their squad leader and he managed to pull them back and counter. Got three kills on his own, confirmed. Well, at least he knows how to deal with mobile suits... Jerod mused. But mobile suits weren't the only thing out there anymore...
Thread: Black Feathers (Broomhandle45&Agnores)

R had to admit, she was impressed. A test pilot getting three confirmed kills from an ambush situation was nothing to scoff at. Any other combat experience? she asked. After all, that could all be beginner's luck. It did attest to potential to being a great pilot, but that didn't mean he was there yet. And until he got to that point, he would be a liability. And Jerod was right. The new guy would know how to deal with mobile suits, but what about everything else? Had the new guy even seen what else was out there? R didn't really want to lose another fourth, but their old fourth had been experienced and still died where this guy had little to no experience. The hopes weren't high on him.
Thread: Black Feathers (Broomhandle45&Agnores)

Not particularly, Nydia replied. Couldn't hurt to have someone a little less...you know... Crazy? Jerod replied dryly. Normal, she said in return. Normal was the best word, R was a former pirate...Jerod and Nydia hadn't really been anywhere near normalcy since Mars and beyond. Someone who looked more like a local wouldn't harm their chances at seemingly blending in. As it stood? They didn't have a lot of success in that field. Let's not discredit the guy because he's not an experienced pilot, he's certainly at least a good one. Which, anymore was better than nothing. The options weren't exactly expanding these days.
Thread: Black Feathers (Broomhandle45&Agnores)

Alvin sat idly in the seat at the port, waiting for god-knows-who to show up and claim he was the fourth in their squad. He was in the waiting area, his arms crossed, a worried expression on his face. He wasn't a soldier, not truly he was a test pilot, assigned now to be a soldier in an outfit he personally knew little about. His stuff had been shuttled ahead to the barracks though there wasn't much at all, just small, personal effects, Alvin was worried they might not arrive at the barracks at all. Some of the items he carried could be considered very valuable. He knew, however, that when he did meet his new squad-mates, there wasn't likely to be a quick a trip to the barracks involved. There would be a lot of getting to know his co-workers, learning more about the Peacekeepers while simultaneously trying to hide his own relative ignorance of the organization. The man was nervous, and it was obvious. He wasn't sure he was truly qualified to be a part of the Peacekeepers, Newtype or not, and he had to figure the only reason there was a spot for him to take on this particular squad wasn't something as quaint as a honorable discharge. He quickly decided to change the directions of this thought, deciding to focus on the memories of his relatives when they had heard the news. R shook her head. The guy who died on us was good too. Her eyes focused on Nydia, glaring a whole into them. Good don't cut it in this world, N. R knew there really wasn't anything that could be done or said. There wasn't a whole lot of volunteers out there, and the most of those who were recruited were fairly green. Alvin wasn't really the exception to the rule here, but that did nothing to ease R's misgivings. To her, her squad was everything a weak link weakened the squad. She wasn't against the new guy joining the Peacekeepers...just joining her squad, and turning them all into giant robot nannies.
Thread: Black Feathers (Broomhandle45&Agnores)

Too bad, Nydia replied dryly as Jerod grinned nervously at that reply. Quite frankly, Nydia and R were both right...it wasn't good to have inexperience on a team that had it, but they didn't have a lot of choices. But she was going to be stubborn about it like she always was, not that Nydia was expecting anything less...she had gotten a headache and a half with her, but at least it was a reliable headache. It's either this or we're not flying at all, Jen. Nydia clarified as Jerod flashed the spaceport guard their ID and sped right through. And if you start acting like a bitch for no reason, you and I are going to have some worse problems. We clear, Ensign?
Thread: Black Feathers (Broomhandle45&Agnores)

The idea of not being able to fly anymore was enough to placate R, but then Nydia had to go and use the one thing R truly hated about the Peacekeepers rank. True or not, there was no doubt in R's mind that she could kick Nydia's ass up one side the colony and down the other, but Nydia had rank . It was a useless word that meant Nydia had more say and could get her way, whether it was deserved or not. The pirates had it right, R had always maintained if your CO gave a stupid order, or tried to assert her authority where it didn't belong, you put a boot to her face and make her beg for mercy. These weren't the pirates, and R preferred the ability to fly over being removed from her mobile suit and possibly much worse just for putting Nydia in her place. She gave a sigh, crossed her arms, and glared at Nydia. Rank had its place, especially on the battlefield and during a mission, but right here, right now...R hated Nydia for it. Fuck you too, Captain
Thread: Seeking 1x1 or Group (or DM) for RP in WWII Setting.

There used to be a comic book called GI Combat in it one of the ongoing stories was The Haunted Tank it was a tank commander who was the namesake of a Confederate General, this General who the type of tank they used was also named after him, appears and talks to the tank commander and guides the crew. Just wondering if something like that set in a realistic back drop would work for you?
Thread: Seeking 1x1 or Group (or DM) for RP in WWII Setting.

littlerooster said There used to be a comic book called GI Combat in it one of the ongoing stories was The Haunted Tank it was a tank commander who was the namesake of a Confederate General, this General who the type of tank they used was also named after him, appears and talks to the tank commander and guides the crew. Just wondering if something like that set in a realistic back drop would work for you? Click to expand... That is an interesting idea to be sure, however not really what I am looking for right now. Perhaps some other time?
Thread: Dark plots w/ supermodels (extreme, non-con, violent, impreg). *UPDATED 9/29*

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Thread: Attack on Titan multiplayer browser game

This is... Surprisingly involved. Protip Don't use the 'both wires' button. Hit both buttons instead. And choose TPS camera.
Thread: Attack on Titan multiplayer browser game

Can't believe I missed this, I'm looking forward to the 3DS version.
Thread: Demonizing an Angel *(Silvana | Areawin)

RE Demonizing an Angel reserved With a last glorious note, the last song came to a halt, and a almost giddy smile crossed the songstress' lips her audience clapped for her. Their gig was half done. After this, her obligation to the club would be done and over and she could move on to her next show. Gracefully leading herself offstage, she mingled with the crowd for a few minutes. A few men trying to pull her off to the side to speak with her in a more... personal manner, but she playfully dodged them, blowing a kiss towards one, Try after the show, or at least buy me a drink. She mused, winking. A empty flirt, in truth.... but she loved how his face lit up at her words. Seeing it crushed and disappointed would be even better. but, ah, playing with the hearts of men was something she could always set aside for later. Settling down at one of the available tables, she crossed her legs, lifting a brow when abruptly, some skinny blonde set a drink down on the table in front of her, I didn't ask for this. It's on the house. The girl offered a faint smile that was hollow before vanishing to continue to her work. Oh? On the house? Her gaze swept the room briefly before she picked the drink up, sniffing it as if somehow she could tell whether or not it was safe based on such a action, and then, when she seemed satisfied, she took a sip. A bit fruity for her tastes, but not bad. Setting it back down, she smiled a bit, tracing her finger around the edge of the glass, waiting for her fellow band mates to join her, but they never did. Occupied with double-checking the stage setup during their break. During this, Keiran was still perched snugly upon his stool at the bar, pretending that he was more interested in the second shot glass that had been poured for him... but really, his gaze had shifted side-long towards Silennia as she plopped down next to him. The scent of sweet perfume tickling his nose as she did so. She was even more stunning up close, and he found himself left wanting as he took her in. Though, when she finally took notice of him, he averted his gaze, looking off else where until she spoke to him. Amber hues darted towards her, smiling a bit at her careless words. Tipping his shot back, feigning a slight wince for show-alone, Do you always question customers on the reasons they come? He retorted, tilting his head to the side a bit as he met her gaze, and then finally, he chuckled, I'm here with my sister's band as a tag-along. Though, I could care less about the whole thing. Show business isn't really my thing... but for my sister, it's all she could hope for. She likes the attention, I would imagine. He wouldn't be surprised if this girl thought him a liar. Compared to the pale skinned-fiery haired girl who had been singing up on stage a short moment ago, he was her polar opposite in appearance. His skin a warm olive color and his hair a shocking shade of silver when one would have expected a much darker pigment. Licking his lips a little, he smiled towards Silennia, You, on the other-hand, look exhausted.
Thread: Demonizing an Angel *(Silvana | Areawin)

Sleeping through the day wasn't uncommon for Mina, nor was it uncommon for Keiran. Generally, during the day, Shiori was the one in charge of things. She looked for gigs, handled business, or took care of any problems. Mina and Keiran were strictly NOT to be disturbed during the day and she made damn well to make sure of it. Mina awake during daylight hours was not a happy Mina. If Mina was unhappy, NO ONE was happy. So, when Shiori stepped into the hallway where Mina's room was, she wasn't surprised in the least when one of the hotel maids came running out of the room with a hair brush flying after her, smacking against the wall hard enough to nearly dint it, CAN YOU NOT READ?! IT SAID, 'DO NOT DISTURB'! Mina's voice was infuriated, yet still half asleep, the door slamming shut and locking. I asked for Miss Mina to NOT be disturbed for a reason. Shiori commented towards the terrified girl, watching her hurry off to the next room with her cart. Around 6 PM, Mina finally emerged from her room, yawning a bit as she rubbed at her eyes, Shiiiiori.... She grumbled, finding the drummer in the hotel lobby. Mina, you need to get ready. We're playing again tonight, remem-? COFFEE. Cutting Shiori off, Mina flopped into a chair, Bring me coffeeee ... and then I will go get dressss.. .sed. Sighing, Shiori got up, Fine. She huffed, I guess I need to go roll Ratri and Kenny out of bed too, huh? She grumbled, shaking her head furiously. Three hours later, everyone was ready and out of the hotel. 9 PM. Already the crowd was slowly shuffling in. Some faces familiar from the night before, others new to her, but they seemed already well acquainted with the place. Tonight, Mina's long curls had been tamed and braided up, selective strands pulled loose and framing her face. Wearing a flashy short dress tonight with a garter-belt and heeled boots. A pair of diamond earrings dangling from her ears. Looking around, she wonder where Keiran had gone. He had left the hotel a good thirty minutes before the band had. Most likely, he was prowling around here somewhere. Most likely close to that girl he had been eying the night before. Mina was usually right, after all. Looking for someone? He had approached Silennia from behind, speaking into her ear practically and then back stepping with a smile touching his lips. Damien wasn't here tonight from what he had observed. At least, not yet.
Thread: Demonizing an Angel *(Silvana | Areawin)

Silennia had asked for a Sprite, not wanting anything to drink before she and Korina went out. She had turned around, playing with her straw as people finally began filing in. Damien should be out shortly. A voice sounded in her ear, and her shoulder went up as if to protect it laughing softly and turning around. Perhaps I was, she cooed. A second night. You must be special. Well... her gaze shifted toward the stage. Or your sister is. Probably a bit of both if Damien allowed you in here again. Korina ignored their conversation entirely, feeling bored. She didn't hold much interest in who Silennia seemed to take a fancy to until it got more serious. That had only happened two other times, and both times Silennia had had enough and simply ended it. Korina wasn't exactly worried about how this would turn out. Instead of sticking around, she noticed someone familiar and went to the other side of the room to talk, just as the band began to play. Silennia chuckled when Korina left, patting the stool next to her as an invite to Keiran. You were so rude yesterday. She spoke a little louder with the extra noise. I never caught your name, and you most certainly know mine. The upper level was to her right, slightly behind the bar, so she didn't notice Damien coming down the stairs with an envelope. Silennia was the only girl off tonight the rest were working, all looking like hell on heels as they went around with drinks and snacks. Damien slipped the envelope into Silennia's hands, catching her off guard as she spun around to see him. He leaned in, whispering something in her ear, which caught her off guard even further. Eyebrows furrowed, watching him smirk and walk away. She hated how he disappeared within the place tucking the envelope into her purse without looking at the contents of it. Korina caught her gaze, tilting her head toward the door, but Silennia gave the slighest shake of her head. Not yet.
Thread: Demonizing an Angel *(Silvana | Areawin)

Oh, I'm sure Mina is to thank for that. Keiran answered her, chuckling lowly, glancing in his sister's general direction. She had a way of interacting with the crowd, as if drawing them into some sort of spell. Some men just staring at her as she sang, mesmerized by her. Looking back to Silennia he shrugged, From the looks of it, we might be in town for a couple of nights. Not that Mina knew this information. He would deal with that later. For now, his focus was completely on Silennia, sliding onto the stool next to her at the bar, only offering a amused laugh when she called him rude for not telling her his name the previous night, My apologies for that. A charming smile lit his face, My manners can sometimes be a bit lacking, I must admit. The name is Keiran. He introduced himself, amber hues shifting a bit when Damien came into sight. Having made an appearance finally. He didn't say anything as the man whispered something to Silennia, though, he did glance at the envelope with a faint hint of curiosity. Not that he questioned her about it. What are you doing tonight? He hadn't failed to take notice of the girl who had arrived with Silennia, and judging by how her friend lurked around, the pair was most likely heading elsewhere that evening. Resting his elbow against the bar-top, he propped his chin against the base of his palm.