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Topic: Anyone up for a new game?
Subject: I'd love to join
I'll become a SWRPG expert by the end of this!
You'd mentioned earlier that there are still slots available; I can get the heavy gunner we'd been talking about up as soon as I can.
Posted on 2014-04-23 at 00:27:45.
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Topic: Star Wars: A Clone's Duty
Subject: Good enough I guess
As Riggs searched across the security consoles in hope of finding anything that would remedy their situation, he glanced across at what Gyro was doing every so often. The other clone was examining what seemed to be camera views of empty space.
His better judgement knew that Gyro wasn't just goofing off. "That's the rest of our base, isn't it," Riggs muttered, watching for a moment before turning away to focus harder on the console. The irritation and fear he could feel welling in his gut couldn't be allowed to distract him; indeed, he ended up finding only two objects of interest overall. Everything else had already been turned on.
One of them was the external door's energy shielding. It was an okay bet in theory, but he had mixed feelings about getting it going. It could help keep the air in for what it was worth- an action that could end up being redundant, as they seemed to have a stable atmosphere going already- but it wouldn't keep the droids out. Everyone had seen how they'd cut through the roof earlier. On top of that, he still believed that Caboose and Omega would be coming soon, and they just might be wanting to use the door. Perhaps it was a better idea to discuss it with Gyro.
The other thing was the self-destruct sequence.
"Gyro," Riggs began, turning his attention to the other clone and clapping him on the shoulder, "I've got a few possibilities going here. We could turn on the energy shielding on the outer door, which could keep us a little safer, but it wouldn't keep more droids from just cutting through our walls again. I think we should conserve our power and leave them off." He thought for a moment, then continued. "With that, we could fight our way through this mess and wait for our backup to arrive and possibly be killed in the process. Or..." and here, he gestured to the self-destruct sequence. "...we could warn the backup, blow the whole complex to smithereens, and take everyone down with us."
Posted on 2014-04-05 at 18:13:39.
Edited on 2014-09-11 at 15:07:32 by I-Binary
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Topic: Love you all
Subject: So much love!!
Cheers, Sal, my man!
I must get in on this- I must say, in the few games we have been RPing together on, you have been one of the best, most loyal contributors to a game I've seen on the inn so far. It's been such a pleasure to get to know your style as well as to game with you, and I really look forward to doing a lot more of it in the future- you've been great so far! 
Hey, where there is love...!! 
Posted on 2014-03-15 at 16:43:26.
Edited on 2014-03-15 at 16:45:46 by I-Binary
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Topic: intrest in a chat game?
Subject: Namesies
Well, I'm not amazing at names, but I've helped SirSadaar a few times in the past.
How about:
Chronicles of Will
Off the Trodden Path
A Momentary Change of Pace
The Hearth Left Untended
To Where we are Now
I know they're not the greatest, but hey- maybe something will work!
Posted on 2014-03-15 at 05:21:02.
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Topic: Star Wars: A Clone's Duty
Subject: Happy Not Happy
One could say it was like a treasure hunt. This was a hunt for something useful amidst all this scrap. It never ceased to amaze Riggs how much useless metal you could fit into a human-like machine programmed to kill anything it saw fit; he also knew that the common Separatist B1 was truly nothing special in the grand scheme of mechanics. He ended up with a small handful of power packs from their processors, which seemed to be the only thing worth taking amidst all the junk. Oh, well, he thought. It wasn't as though he'd expected to find anything truly interesting.
As he stood to his feet, a message from Gyro passed over his comlink: "Uhh, guys. If the droids begin to cut the doors, just open it up and fight. There's no air in the other sections, and we cannot afford a long term vent."
Riggs' heart sank. It was now very clear to him that they were in much bigger trouble than he'd originally thought. He set the power packs down nearby the rubble in a small pile for later and drew his pistol, checking the charge on the weapon and looking about apprehensively. Why did everything always have to go from bad to worse?
Well, he thought, help or no help, we're going to try our best to live through this anyway. He turned away from the corridor and jogged over to Gyro in the security room.
"Gyro," he called, "We need to keep our part of the base stabilized. I'm going to try to access something- anything, be it heavier shielding or emergency airlocks- to try and keep our atmosphere breathable." As he spoke, he strode deliberately towards the consoles, paying little general attention to what the other clone was doing, and began searching for the right mechanism.
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((OOC: I don't exactly know what the base has for room sealing, as I have little knowledge personally about that sort of thing, but I'd imagine there must be something. Riggs' action will be to try to find that control somewhere and activate it around the central portion of the base- better yet anywhere that still has oxygen, with particular attention being given to the Medbay.))
Posted on 2014-03-15 at 05:11:21.
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Topic: intrest in a chat game?
Subject: Interested
I don't have much free time at home nowadays (certainly less than I used to), but I would also like to drop in now and then when I get the chance. If I could use a pre-made character, that'd work fine for me. 
Posted on 2014-03-12 at 00:18:49.
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Topic: intrest in a chat game?
Subject: Ooo!
You know, I would like to try that if I can remember it! I've never really had a conversation at all on DragonChat, and I know people definitely still use it.
Who knows- maybe it could kick off!
Posted on 2014-03-08 at 18:02:45.
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Topic: David Attenborough's Rise of Animals: Triumph of the Vertebrates
Subject: Vertebrates
I must admit to lapsing into mental states of fascination with mundane things that everybody has such as fingers and jaws. I don't know why, but it sometimes strikes me just how awesome it is to be a vertebrate with a backbone which allows me to tower over the more humble creatures without backbones.
Then I think about how neat it would be to be an ant; I could lift things that are nearly dozens of times my own body weight and survive falls from two metres off the ground, all the while breathing through little holes in the side of my body. 
I know it sounds strange, but...
Posted on 2014-03-08 at 18:01:22.
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Topic: Star Wars: A Clone's Duty
Subject: Sorry I'm late-- again.
"Who knows. We can't rely on them. We don't know how many clankers are out there." This was Hodges' response to Riggs' question; the uncertainty in his answer sent a small chill down his spine. "They may have more than Omega and Caboose can get through....."
Riggs turned his head. "Maybe they're more powerful than we think," he mused, maintaining, in himself, an air of optimism. A moody clone by nature, Riggs was comforted by positive emotion and Hodges' uneasiness left him feeling strange. Caboose and Omega's potential arrival was something that gave him hope; he clung to the idea that they would be receiving backup and wandered down the hall.
Eventually, he found himself alone in the corridors with that other clone whose name escaped him. "That was awfully easy, don't you think?" The clone inquired.
"Too easy, perhaps..." Riggs muttered, more out of courtesy of response than anything else. He was distracted: picking up a fragment or two of scrap, he observed it mechanically. Surely one of the droids' simple processors was still working; perhaps he could toy around with later. He was teaching himself, on and off, how to get into the inner workings of computers to see how they worked and how they did what they did. One day, he hoped to combine it with his mechanical mind to turn it into a useful skill.
"...Bet you these hunks of junk are what got them scrapped by us." Still out of his head, Riggs misinterpreted the clone's observation about the droids' blasters as a statement regarding their processors.
"Aaah... we're just lucky that the Separatists are too cheap to buy anything better for them. Imagine what they could do if they were heuristic." It was, in context, a fairly comical response.
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((OOC: Riggs wants to gather up some of the scrap metal left over from the droids, which he will use to tinker with later. I am assuming he doesn't hear the alarms in the security room. If he does, I can edit my response.))
Posted on 2014-03-03 at 23:51:53.
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Topic: Star Wars The Imperial March Q&A
Subject: Little mistake
Apologies, Kamina, but the guy who spoke out of line was Linopas, not Sellikus.
I wasn't entirely sure of what Chessy was planning with him and what his personality was going to be like, but I had a feeling it wasn't entirely friendly.
Posted on 2014-02-15 at 01:49:30.
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Topic: Chaos Incarnate
Subject: Mmmmg
One of the nice things about a game of tag was how energetic one felt. Nia was a flighty little thing, fast and agile, and, at her age, Nefrelle had had a lot of fun running about the grass and feeling the pristine air billowing through her robes. She felt the same things now that she did as a child, running and playing with the neighbour's chokobos and rolling around in the more pastoral fields around Lufenia in her youth. Times like those needed to be treasured.
Now, trudging through the swamps and the muddy terrain, she was feeling the opposite. There were few things Nefrelle directly disliked, and one of them was mud. Mud in general was a massive slowdown for her; this mud was a particular irritation. When they'd arrived upon the swamps, she'd tied her ears back behind her head and tucked up her robes as well as she could. Her staff and backpack had been given to Kal'Ar to carry. Unfortunately, her diminutive size rendered the painstaking robe-tucking efforts virtually useless. Thick, sticky silt was caked upon her clothing, shoes, fur, and tail, and she was growing heavy under it all. Occasionally she would get stuck, and Kal'Ar would need to pull her out and carry her a little over the more impassible bits. However, she insisted upon walking so as not to be too much of a burden. It was, to sum up the occasion, embarrassing.
Mentally, however, she was keeping her awareness and thinking mind sharp. There seemed to be nothing here: no birds, no animals, no signs of life, little light, and little warmth. Even the usual susurrus of insects and creature calls was absent. This was not natural, and she preferred to speak little; if they did make any conversation, she would hush the others into whispers or low murmurs. All she truly knew was that there was definitely something wrong with this place.
(OOC: Shieldwolf, what area on the map are these swamps located in? I'd like to do a bit more research.)
Posted on 2014-01-31 at 17:30:37.
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Topic: World of Darkness: The Dark Carnival
Subject: Hmm!
Tiffany's question remained unanswered. That was okay, now that the suited man was with his daughter, but a few other things needed to be considered. For one, she had just lost her phone. That was terrible, but she knew her parents could always just get herself another one. It was nice to have money. For another, night had fallen unusually fast. Tiffany didn't give it much heed, but noticed that the suited man with the little girl- her name was Jade, right?- had turned to her. She gave him a big smile; perhaps he was still shook up.
A great booming voice startled her suddenly. "ATTENTION LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE'D LIKE YOU TO KNOW OUR SPECIAL FREAK SHOW SHALL BE STARTING IN 15 MINUTES. MAKE SURE TO COME TO THE BIG TENT IN THE CENTER OF THE PARK AND PARTAKE IN THE FESTIVITIES!" She looked around, but couldn't find the source of the voice at all. It seemed to be all around them.
"Freak show??" she exclaimed. "Maybe we should go check it out- I've never seen one!" She didn't really know what a freak show was, but was very tempted to join the pushy crowd to get a look. Something seemed to... compel her.
Posted on 2014-01-31 at 16:46:08.
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Topic: Star Wars: A Clone's Duty
Subject: Present and unharmed!
There was a flurry of activity as Riggs sealed his armour from the rapidly draining environment around him. All he knew was, upon opening his eyes, that they were home free: the droids were all dead! Gyro had disappeared, and Hodges was sliding down to a sitting squat, breathing hard. It amazed him how much could conceivably happen in the space of a few short moments.
"Alright men, sound off if you ain't dead. This isn't over yet..." Hodges mused in the space, likely to himself.
Riggs turned and caught his attention. "I'm okay, but I don't know about everyone else. I guess we should- Unf!"
Batter had given him a big pat on the back. "Looks like you guys bought us some time. If you don't mind I have a wounded trooper to tend to."
Riggs grinned to this. It was a good thing to hear after the little skirmish they'd faced. "Thanks, big guy- sorry for locking you in the Medbay like that. Sort of a... not very "team" move, I have to admit..."
And in all truth, it wasn't. Perhaps the mistake had been made because of the urgency of the moment. He'd never really faced combat before. Part of him was still trembling from the activity, but another part of him was charged. They'd survived their first fight- wasn't that something to be a little proud of? He supposed that, if by chance they were to face more enemies in the future, he would get better at the whole team strategy thing.
He shook himself and looked back up at the others. "Wait, what about the back-up we've called for? What about Caboose and Omega?? Didn't they say they were coming?" He remembered their parting words: this ain't no training sim...
Posted on 2014-01-31 at 16:31:10.
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Topic: Happy New Year to all
Subject: New Years~
Happy New Year to you, Alacrity, Odyson, and all others on the inn! Try not to stay up too late
Posted on 2013-12-31 at 22:16:00.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Imperial March
Subject: Hmpt
"...They're preparing to re-engage us. Would you be willing to cover our escape?" The corporal had asked them. "None of us are going to be much good, especially with only 9 of us in fighting condition."
That was a shame. If there'd been more of them, they'd have been able to hold so much more of their own out there, Linopas thought, seeing as there could be more of those crazy droids out there- and it'd have been nice to have more men. Nine, however, was better than none at all. The trek to the command centre could still hold all sorts of surprises.
Well aware of Sergeant Cam's superiority over him as a commanding officer, and caring fairly little about that fact, spoke at his own accord. "Well, mister, I know I'd be more than happy to join you and your leftover guys, as long as I can take wee F8 along with me. Seeing as I'm not the de-facto leader of this little posse, however, I guess the real decision lies in Cam here." He grinned and turned to his superior. "Well, sergeant?"
((OOC: I, of course, have little clue what Chessy was originally planning for Linopas, but I've been trying to piece together a loose estimate. Seems to me like he'd be liable to speak out of turn, judging by Chess' previous posts.))
Posted on 2013-12-28 at 00:32:25.
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Topic: World of Darkness: The Dark Carnival
Subject: Oh!
Tiffany had no trouble keeping up with David and Lore; her long-time membership in the school field hockey team kept her stamina well in check. The next few events to occur, however, seemed to rush by her in something of a flurry.
At the foot of the ferris wheel- where she caught up to the man and the goth- a different girl, wearing a knitted hat and having fewer piercings than the gothier girl standing next to her, stepped out of the ride with a young child. The little girl could only have been ten years old; Tiffany found herself experiencing the very same odd feeling of recognition and familiarity as she had with the girl's father. The real commotion set in as the goth girl rushed towards the older party (apparently, the two were related) and slammed a fist into the latter's face. There was a momentary pause. As soon as that had happened, however, the goth was clutching her sister in a tearful embrace and the little girl came barrelling towards her father, squealing with delight and clutching a small plethora of game shop trinkets. The whole thing was somewhat confusing to poor Tiffany, who still didn't even know anybody's name.
Nevertheless, she knew that the outcomes to both stories had turned out to be all right, and, torn between comforting the sisters and sharing in the man's baffled relief, said aloud in a cheery voice: "Welp, looks like everything is picking right up from here! We should all get some ice cream or something!"
Posted on 2013-12-25 at 05:57:33.
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Topic: Here we go! Pathfinder Faerun game.
Subject: Intriguing!
I may join. It'd take me some time to get a character sheet- let alone a concept- up and running, as school is coming to a close and I've been up to my ears in everything. Is there any class or function you desire? I could probably handle anything, and am best at support (healing, bolstering, etc).
Posted on 2013-12-17 at 04:52:23.
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Topic: World of Darkness: The Dark Carnival
Subject: I don't think this is good.
"Yes, my daughter. 10ish-" the man began to explain, until he was cut off. The goth-looking girl was pointing in the direction of the ferris wheel. Her voice was tremulous.
"David… does that look like.. fire?"
Tiffany regarded her curiously, then looked up in the direction the girl was pointing. Indeed it did: a dim orange glow, unorthodox next to the brightly coloured carnival lights illuminating the circular structure, could be faintly seen at the apex against the opposing glare.
"Amera doesn't happen to like heights, does she?" The man said, half questioning, half stating what seemed to be an unpleasant possibility of fact. Amera... the name was unfamiliar.
"Maybe she can help us find Jade!" Tiffany blurted, as though to try and relax the man. As she spoke, however, he had started pushing his way through the crowd in the direction of the ferris wheel and the flames.
Recognizing that there was some gravity to this situation, and that something had to do with this Amera and the ferris wheel- and possibly even Jade- she followed after him, calling to the goth girl over her shoulder: "Let's go after him and see!"
Posted on 2013-12-08 at 22:11:08.
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Topic: Chaos Incarnate
Subject: Always on the move
Nefrelle considered Alru's response. That was indeed strange... if magic had nothing to do with it, nor the other arcane arts, then something else had to be going on. It couldn't just be happenstance; she thought of the sheep in the rolling pastures back at home, in the countrysides where she came from, and her mind wandered slightly as she finished her mug of milk. Sometimes, something would come in and spook the sheep, but usually it was just that- some rabble-rousing beastmaster or animal which needed to be chased away.
"...Sooner we go, sooner we get back, sooner I can start spending my hard-earned cash." The ronso brawler had stood up from his seat, followed momentarily by Nia, who slipped out past Kal'Ar and disappeared outside. Nefrelle chuckled at the girl's energy. It was so wonderful to be young; in a sense, she was a rather young nu mou herself, having only 68 years under her belt so far. Setting down the empty mug, Nefrelle gently slid off her seat, gathered up her quarterstaff and backpack, and smiled up at Kal'Ar, the latter dwarfing her easily. With everything now in check, the others raring to go, and no questions she could think of to ask, she followed Nia out the door, ready to meet whatever lay ahead.
Posted on 2013-12-03 at 03:57:42.
Edited on 2013-12-03 at 03:58:37 by I-Binary
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Topic: Chaos Incarnate
Subject: Don't you worry one bit.
Sorry for my late reply; everything here is going to be all right, and I don't mind waiting at all. Take all the time you need, for it sounds like you truly need it, as well as my sympathies. I haven't moved on, and am certainly not ready to yet.
Posted on 2013-12-03 at 03:41:52.
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Topic: SW: ACD Q&A/Characters
Subject: Suit sealing
Would Riggs have to roll a check for sealing his suit? And if so, considering it to take a full round, how long will it keep him alive in a vacuum?
Also, the battle is important- I haven't forgotten that- but I'm willing to sacrifice a hit if it means keeping Riggs fully-functional in a vacuum for as long as possible. Many apologies in advance.
Posted on 2013-11-30 at 06:09:15.
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Topic: Star Wars: A Clone's Duty
Subject: Got one, haha!
In the midst of being startled and the skirmish they'd been thrown into so suddenly, the shots he fired upon the offending B-1 in front of his ally dropped dead as a well-aimed blast tore apart its head. "Score one for me!" He cheered over the still-open comlink.
The next objects of attention were one remaining droid, which Hodges seemed already to have in control, and the jagged hole in the ceiling- through which precious oxygen was rapidly escaping. His next imperative was to seal his suit- and fast. With a step to the side, he pressed himself against the wall behind Gyro and fumbled with his armour in a determined effort to get it sealed properly. It was selfish, but it would keep him alive long enough, potentially, to finish the battle and work on closing up the hole.
As he did, he suddenly realized the foolishness in sealing Batter in the Medbay- for he would have been very handy in this situation about now- and cursed himself.
Posted on 2013-11-30 at 06:05:51.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Imperial March
Subject: Reinforcements?
With a crack and a harsh clang, bullet impacted with droid accordingly and resulted in a drunken stumble: Linopas got a hit. It wasn't enough to eliminate the commander, evidently, but it was a hit all the same. Linopas uttered a Gran cheer under his breath as he lined up for one more shot; but his query had disappeared. When he looked up, everything had stopped as soon as it had begun. He caught the droid commander charging into the wilderness beyond in the corner of his eye. Uninterested in giving chase, he examined the aftermath: several clones lay dead, and every other droid was eliminated. For the second real skirmish they'd engaged in, the spec ops group was still doing all right.
The heavily accented voice of the Kiffar mercenary a few metres to his left caught his ear. "I'll be back in two shakes!" he called behind him. That was just as well; Linopas couldn't manage the thick foliage very well on his own, and running was never his strong suit anyway. He then turned his attention to the stormtrooper corporal.
"Please tell me your reinforcements. We're kind of dead out here." Reinforcements? Obviously he was referring to them; the spec ops group. Linopas observed his comrades, including the recently-arrived TK, the latter having missed the battle.
"Well, I can answer that," he said. Sergeant Cam probably wouldn't mind his answering, though he didn't honestly care whether he did or didn't. "That guy over there is our de-facto leader, Sergeant Cam. This here is TK, our pilot; R2-F8, an astromech droid, and she's a real beaut." He had a liking for astromechs in general. "Sellikus, that kiffar who went running into the woods there, is some mercenary; and me, last of all, I'm a sniper. I guess that's pretty much it..."
Posted on 2013-11-30 at 05:52:00.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Imperial March
Subject: Dead guys and dangers and droids, oh my!
Despite being behind the others, Linopas had no trouble keeping up. As he passed TK, he turned his attention towards the gunfight going on beyond the posse before him, clutching even tighter to his longrifle. Coming to rest behind a tree with the others, he took a second to observe his surroundings:
the dense glowing foliage provided excellent cover all over the place from six offending droids and what seemed to be a commander in the shadows; he could tell through inference, for it was rarely using its weapon, relative to its companions, and weaved constantly in and around its environment. Four troopers lay dead in a small cluster nearby, while another one could be seen further ahead.
A few steps ahead the cluster of dead, a particular tree caught his eye. He knew what he was going to do. Quickly, yet cautiously, Linopas darted behind the tree and fell instinctively into a crouch. He drew up his DLT-20A, took his aim carefully at the commander northeast to his position, directly within his line of sight, and fired.
((Actions: Move northeast to tree nearest to pile of dead stormtroopers, slightly to its left. No stealth action taken. Aim weapon, fire upon commanding droid. Attack roll: 17 +3 from ranged.))
Posted on 2013-11-23 at 07:53:23.
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Topic: Star Wars The Imperial March Q&A
Subject: Before I post
I'd like to see a map of the environment before I post. I can envision the area, but it'd be a great boon to me personally to see what's really going on.
If that can't be done, however, then that's all right too.
Posted on 2013-11-17 at 19:29:29.
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