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Thread: The Mighty Holy Sword of the Hawthorne's (Celeste & CheesusKrust)

Honey eyes glanced away from the window towards the door as she heard the faint creaking. As always, she was quiet, only watching him from her spot, mentally wondering if either he was an idiot for risking the trouble for her, or he was just trying to fool her and gain her trust. However, the grin on his face was enough to prove that maybe it was the first because she doubted the king was even interested in her anymore to try and send someone to trick her into giving up on her stubbornness. Nevertheless, that still made her be a little cautious. She couldn't help but be nervous every time there was someone intruding her den . It was something planted in her mind to feel so, and the sword would always react accordingly. In this case, putting forth a transparent barrier of its own as it sat on the bed which he approached. However, once she saw the food, her stomach gave in, letting out a growl of hunger, at which she quickly placed her hands on her stomach and blushed embarrassed. Reluctantly getting up, she paced towards the bed and sat down on it, taking a hold of a round loaf of bread. Without much hesitating this time, she took a bite of it, never minding blandness of it anymore. Lately she was more than happy with any kind of edible thing as long as it would keep her from starving. The sword's barrier faded away with each bite of hers, a sign that she was slowly becoming more comfortable with the stranger's presence. On another hand, though, she never really thanked him, did she? Well, she was supposedly a mute, or so she wanted others to believe, but she never really showed gratefulness. Gulping down the bite of bread, she looked at him and then down at the bread in her hands, half-munched on already. One day you'll get in trouble because of this. she murmured, the sound of her own voice a little bit nostalgic to herself. She wasn't even sure she knew how to speak after all this time, but she guessed no one could forget such thing. She didn't quite thank him properly, but at least she wanted to make him aware that this was risky. She had a feeling the food was found in the kitchen of the palace and that was really bad, because it meant he was stealing. Then again, she had no idea who he really was, and what was his social status. Thank you. she suddenly mumbled again, without any eye contact but meaning the words.
Thread: The Mighty Holy Sword of the Hawthorne's (Celeste & CheesusKrust)

Azazel peered at the figure who seemed to produce a look of a nearly inhuman nature, it was a mixture of defense and distaste. Had he done something wrong? No way, you've only made sure she stayed fed like everyone should be...there's no way she could be angry with you. The thought races through his mind on a constant loop almost as if to reassure himself that he hadn't in some indirect manner insulted the delicate figure that perched herself in the windowsill. Suddenly the croaking noise remniscent of some foul beast that would exist in only fairy takes echoed throughout the room, a small laugh escaping his lips upon realizing it was only her stomach crying out for sustenance. Help yourself.Azazel said calmly, making sure to side step out of her way so she would be able to grab whatever she felt was best. His eyes followed her slender hands as they found a piece of bread, the manner in which she ate it was almost...adorable. Finding himself unintentionally staring as he blushed once more. It wasn't polite for a man of his class to stare at a woman...no matter how lovely they appear. Don't worry about that...just let me handle it, I'm sure I can think of something if they find out.Azazel reassured her with a sly wink. I'm a pretty quick thinker you know!Azazel spoke matter-of-factly a small laugh escaping his thin lips as he observed her eat. It's not even that difficult...generally in the early morning like this no one is in the kitchen anyways.Azazel spoke moving over to the bed as he took a seat on the corner. A single hand finding a piece of bread that he brought to his own lips as he took a bite, unsure what to say to her. Afterall...this was the first time they had spoken. You don't talk usually though do you?
Thread: Deja vu (Ava & CheesusKrust)

She loved him and he loved her. Since they were young, they were the best of friends. When they were young teens they became girlfriend and boyfriend. He was sweet and charming and she was full of laughter and care. It wasn't long before their love had blossomed and it went to the next level. The look upon Gabby's face was priceless when he proposed to her in the middle of a gorgeous restaurant with both of their families secretly hidden amongst the crowd. Gabriella could never remember a better time in her life. Her amber eyes lit up and her smile was a bright white and that night was pure magic. Long ebony locks were splayed upon the soft pillows of their bed as the future Misses Dimonte waited for her fiance to come home. Lately he had been working later into the day and claimed to be too tired to do anything. With a simple kiss to the lips he would fall asleep. However when he left for work that next day, the furthest thing from her mind was him leaving her. When he didn't arrive home that night she slipped a long coat over her night gown and drove down to his job where he was not to be found. When he was not found there, she called his mother. She told her to stay calm and when Gabby said that she would call the police his mother insisted on not doing that. But I have to find him. He doesn't just up and vanish. She was consoled and then a few days turned to a week. Weeks turned to months and months turned to a year. It had been a horrid year. She was depressed and heart broken. Fearful that she may never see him again. In the mean time, she had picked up modeling, having done fairly good and picking up some great contracts. Some from abroad as well. Yet she lived in the same home that they once owned. His mother had moved out of their quaint little town to New York. Over the phone she had been consoling the girl that would have once been her daughter in law. Nothing seemed the same. No... nothing was the same. She tried to live on with her life and yet he kept coming back to haunt her. Even in her dreams. It was a chilly night. For some reason a walk in the park sounded like a very nice idea. A long sleeved shirt was slipped on with a neckline that showed off her voluptuous bust. Long ebony locks cascading down her back and auburn eyes looked back at her reflection in the mirror. The twenty-three year old female slipped on a skirt and some comfortable knee high boots before walking out the door. The sun was already beginning to set, but the park was but a block away. They use to hang out in the park together. It was where he gave her, her first kiss. Where they had become girlfriend and boyfriend. She use to sit on the swing and he would push her as they killed time talking and making out. He was her life and here she was still trying to pick up the pieces. Upon a swing she sat as parents and children began leaving the park for dinner time. There she sat thinking. Thinking of the man she once loved as she gently swung. Wes Dimonte... where have you gone? She sighed out loud to no one in particular.
Thread: Deja vu (Ava & CheesusKrust)

It grew a little bit later and she decided upon retiring home soon when she heard a hauntingly familiar voice. Amber eyes looked up. Only lit up by the nearest lamp post. Her heart stuttered and dropped into her belly. That hair. Those eyes. That voice . for a moment she lost the ability to speak. His question just now registering to her ears. W-Wes? Wes Dimonte? When he did not register she nearly shattered. Tears threatening to spill down her cheek. She was torn between hugging him and slapping some sense into him. Where have you been? What happened? A sob was choked back and the tear wiped from the corner of her eyes. It's been over a year Wes and all you have to say to me is what time is it? Up from the swing she stood, while pondering if this was a dream. A small little laugh escaped her lips and the smile shined just for a brief second. I don't know whether to slap you or kiss you Wes. That is... if it is you. Had his first choice of words been less casual she would have snagged him in a hug and never let him go. He hardly looked different than when she last saw him. Wes.. don't... don't you remember me? She asked with fear in her voice. Had their relationship meant little to nothing that he could so easily have forgotten her? It's me... Gabriella. Gabriella...Beaumont. Your fiance? Best friends since were were kids? She was in utter shock. He was as handsome as she remembered and her she stood. She had to appear a stranger in his eyes. It's... It's seven thirty-three. Obviously the words forced since so much more was aching to spill forth and the time was the last thing. This was not how she had pictured their reunion in her head. Wes... you truly don't remember me? She had bit back the tears, but it was getting harder and harder. Our first kiss... here in this park. How you proposed in front of both of our families.... Her throat seemed to tighten more and more. She didn't know how much more she could take of this. It seemed more of a nightmare than a dream.
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Tahlyn Varro Kurrlok Bronn The Krogan ran a hand over his crest, the golden pattern engraved right into his plates gleaming in the dim lighting. Well, I know you bluffed your way to an inside straight forty minutes ago. He said with a shrug. But mostly I know I hate Vorcha and I don't much like loan sharks either. So, well... you're welcome? It's nice when things work out, isn't it? His smile was a little feral, but pretty good natured. Oh, don't mind Tahlyn. He was just pulling you out because he hates loan sharks even more than I do. Fun thing about being a shipsteader they're just holes in space you throw money down. True fact. The Krogan was fairly cheerful as he chattered, but every now and then he would pause and check over his shoulder or glance down at his omnitool. So, miss Chase, what do you do when you're not causing bar brawls? Their path led them to Hangar Bay 27, where an old looking Turian freighter was hitting in its docking clamps. The only thing on it that looked new were the Salarian built point defense blisters that bubbled the otherwise angular hull. Tahlyn looked back at the two of them and shook his head. Collecting strays again, Bronn? The words had a bit of a bite to them, but he didn't argue further. Bronn just laughed. Come on, Captain, she gave me an excuse to bust up some Vorcha. That's got to be worth something. Leading her in, Bronn stomped away towards one of the three cargo bays. You hungry? I'm hungry. Kurrlok Bronn's exit left Chase alone with her host and Varro just sealed the hatch and shrugged. You're welcome to stay, since Bronn's feeling friendly. At least until you figure it's safe to walk around downside again without getting jumped by those two Salarians. He leaned against a bulkhead and gave her a look. Welcome aboard the Harlot's Virtue... try not to touch anything. She's temperamental. tag
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Artemis gave a shrug at his reasons, which really weren't reasons much at all, so she supposed that translated to 'because I felt like it'. That was good enough for her. Yeah, it is, She grinned, not put off by his grin. Artemis had been around enough aliens in her life that she was fairly good at reading their expressions. Except Batarians, but she just hated them. Well, Artemis sighed at the talk of loan sharks, I really should have known better than to take that loan. But I needed the money, unfortunately for me those sneaky bastards snuck some serious fine print in there about interest rates and math things like that and now I'm in the hole with them. She shrugged, I'm not a lawyer or an accountant. And she couldn't afford either one. Sometimes she missed the steady pay checks from the Alliance, but she supposed it was all a system of checks and balances, your freedom for solid pay. She laughed a bit at his question, I'm a pilot, but with how things are going lately I do more fighting than flying. She'd had spotty employment since she left the Alliance, and was now effectively stranded on Omega. Seemed like just about everyone found some sort of issue with her, either she was too young, too human, not experienced enough, too experienced she had no idea how one could be too experienced, she supposed they thought she'd expect a high level of pay, or some other stupid reason not to hire her. She was a damn good pilot, one of the best fighters from her graduating class in flight school, but that didn't mean diddly out here apparently. She'd gone in on that loan so she could have money to eat, thinking she'd have work soon enough to pay them back, but so far it just hadn't worked out that way. Artemis walked with them to the Hangar, her eyes running over the Turian freighter curiously. It was old and a bit beaten up, but it had character. She liked character. She looked at Tahlyn as he spoke though, giving the Turian a bit of a glare, but it wasn't an overly serious one, more of slightly annoyed look. If he hadn't just helped her out of a jam she'd maybe make an issue of being referred to as a stray, but she wasn't about to start something over it, and she supposed, when thought about it, that she really was a stray. Starving, Artemis laughed in answer to Bronn's question, but she was always hungry. Her family had affectionately called her the 'bottomless pit' while she was growing up, along with constant lamenting by her mother that her daughter could eat so much and still stay so slim. She didn't really follow though, looking at Tahlyn as he gave her a far less friendly greeting than his comrade. But she looked around the ship as he mentioned her, putting her hands on her hips. She's a good piece of machinery, Artemis nodded, And all the best girls in the galaxy have a little attitude to them. She added that when she looked back to the Turian, giving a small wink and a grin.
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Tahlyn Varro Kurrlok Bronn Bronn chuckled at her comment about loan sharks. Always got to watch anyone who drives a console for a living. Bronn said. I could tell you stories about some of the shifty bastards I've worked with. They make those Salarians look honest. I was on deployment once to a moon that didn't actually exist. Total scam. A whole platoon of Blue Suns under an NDA so strict I still shouldn't talk about it, deployed in a freighter and flying around for months to help back up some Volus' ponzi scheme. The Krogan wrinkled his brow as she announced her occupation, but he kept quiet about whatever was in his thoughts. As he withdrew, the sound of pots and pans clattering and the unmistakeable whine of capacitors charging. Tahlyn looked down the short corridor to the cargo bays with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. The human's complimentary attitude towards his ship managed to appease him somewhat though. Care to take a look around the command deck? Tahlyn asked. That big lizard's going to be a while, if he's perpetrating dinner. From down the corridor came a faint, disgusted snort. Perpetrating!? Just because you lack a sophisticated palate doesn't mean that truly refined sophonts don't enjoy my cooking. Tahlyn rolled his eyes at the indignant tone floating up the hall towards them. Besides, your vision came back. Tahlyn sighed and walked up the short flight of steps to the cockpit. It was cramped, like the rest of the small vessel, but well laid out in the Turian style. The control panel, though, had been ripped out and replaced with one from a human frigate. The displays were familiar, really just scaled up fighter systems, and the control sticks were obviously ill suited to a Turian's hands. Still, it was a much more complete layout than one usually found on a little tramp freighter... and if those readouts were actually hooked up the Harlot's Virtue had some hidden capabilities beyond those extra point defense lasers. She's a vengeful bitch with a relentless appetite for my money, the Turian grinned as he said it. I should have gotten pair-bonded. At least then I'd have the satisfaction of knowing that I could make my beloved just as miserable as I am. She's slow, she wallows like a Thrusk hip deep in mud, her control surfaces were kludged together by a Salarian madman on a bet and she handles like a drunken Krogan in rut.. from the bowels of the ship came a faint cry of 'I heard that!' and the Turian smirked, but she's mine. No loans, no liens, I own her right down to the rust and the substandard life support system. Patting the bulkhead affectionately, Tahlyn sat down at the navigator's console and gestured for her to take the pilot's couch. Care to give it a try? You're a pilot, right? Fire up the diagnostics, let me know what you think. tag
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Artemis couldn't help but laugh a bit at the banter between the two of them, her brows lifting, His cooking can't be any worse than my mom's. I acquired a taste for burnt food at an early age. She grinned. They'd eaten out a lot and ordered a lot of take out and eaten a lot of ready made meals. Needless to say, Artemis had learned to eat what was in front of her so she wasn't a very picky eater. She wouldn't have made it to puberty if she had been. But she nodded at his question, gesturing ahead of them, Lead the way, she told him, following him up the steps to the cockpit. This was far from cramped for Artemis, she was used to single person craft, where you only just barely had room to turn your head, and not much else. Artemis looked around curiously, peering at the control panel, surprised to see that it was of Human design, not Turian. She laughed a little at Varron's bit of an introduction to the ship. She liked him if only for how much he seemed to love his ship. There was no way some one could love their ship and be a completely bad person. Artemis gave him a slightly surprised look though as he invited her to take a seat and check out the Harlot's Virtue. Yeah? You don't mind? She asked, it was obviously a rhetorical question since she sat down without waiting for his answer. The controls were familiar and her fingers flipped switches and punched buttons in a flurry of natural movement, her green eyes switching around the various screens. I miss my fighter, She told the Turian, I named her Pegasus, real clever. She laughed a bit, then realized he might not get the reference, not being a Human, of a flying craft named Pegasus and her own name being from Greek mythology. She was a Trident F-60, beautiful piece of machinery, if I could have bought her from the Alliance I would have in a heart beat, Even if she'd had all the money in the world she would have had a hard time getting her since most fighters were restricted from civilian ownership. Artemis glanced over her shoulder at Tahlyn, smirking at him, Not bad, she looked back to the console. She's got some kick to her, far from top of the line, but she's got spirit, Artemis patted the console fondly, leaning back in the chair and holding back a sigh. Felt good to sit in a pilot's chair again, but she tried not to get attached and switched everything off. I'm, uh, gonna get some ice on my lip, she told him, Starting to hurt a bit. Thanks for letting me take a look at her. Artemis got up and walked past him back down into the hall and to the room she'd seen Bronn disappear into, assuming it was the kitchen.
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Artemis looked around the cargo bay turned living area as she walked towards the Krogan in the far corner, looking very odd. She didn't think she'd even actually seen a Krogan cook, it was definitely strange to see one chopping vegetables. She sniffed the air though, her brows lifting curiously and her stomach gave a soft rumble. She might have grown up eating sub par food and continued the habit through her military career with a diet of MRE's and mess hall slop, and now on her own when she was so poor she mostly ate food from stall venders and instant noodles, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy decent food when she came across it. Good to know, she muttered, looking around carefully before sitting on a nearby stack of crates, looking back to him when he asked if omelets were okay, Yeah, sounds great. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had an omelet. Those didn't exactly come ready made so she'd never eaten them much growing up. Breakfast had mostly consisted of cereal or pop tarts, thinks like that. She shrugged though as he spoke of Varro, Nah, he was fine, even let me fire the old girl up and take a look at her diagnostics. She's a good ship. Artemis glanced around the cargo hold before looking back to Bronn as he pulled out some Vodka and poured them both some, she laughed a little, taking hers happily. Like the way you think, she waggled her eye brows a bit before taking a small drink, the corners of her eyes crinkling a little at the burning sensation down her throat. Artemis was a picky drinker and generally, vodka was low on the list, but she wasn't going to be rude, and it would definitely help numb her face a bit. Artemis pressed the cold glass to her lip, looking around. So what is it exactly that you two do?
Thread: [ME-Privateer] In The Black (Ursus Peregrinus & Atroxa)

Tahlyn Varro Kurrlok Bronn Bronn handed her the drink and turned back to his stovetop. Picking up some very large, very turquoise eggs he cracked two and started to whisk them. After a moment, he poured in about half of his vodka and kept whisking. The Harlot's a grand old girl. You should have seen the scow Warmaster Grenph was running when he recruited me into the Wrath's Eye. That thing was held together with rust and omnigel, but the Harlot? She's got character. He added vegetables to the egg and poured it into the pan, then began adding the onions and some dark slivers of meat. What do we do? Well I am the best gunsmith and armorer you'll ever meet. His crest rose with pride. If it's supposed to hurt people or stop people from hurting you, I can make it better. Looking over at his workbench and the racks of weapons to either side of it, he nodded in evident satisfaction, those grey-green eyes burning bright. But at the moment, that's just a sideline. I'm taking a bit of a sabbatical due to some unforeseen business expenses. This is something of a working vacation for me. Carefully, he flipped the omelet over and seasoned it with some black flecks that filled the air with a sharp and savoury scent. So for now, I'm playing tech again. Doing my best to keep the Harlot running on a budget. And the Captain? Well... he does a little of everything. We'll haul cargo, do some light smuggling, security and merc work. Now and then we do a little bounty hunting. No wet work though, I don't do that stuff anymore. Flopping the large omelet onto a platter, he nodded for her to follow him to a table. Problem with wetwork freelance is making sure you get paid. You're just as likely to have an employer who decides you're a loose end that needs tying off. After the third or fourth time you have to shoot up a kill team just to get a paycheck it gets kind of old. Bronn set the table with plates, cutlery and then nodded for her to sit down. Tapping his omni-tool to page Varro, he dished them up with the oddly coloured, vividly turquoise omelet. tag