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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Security.
Yeah, I'd say if we've got containment fields on sensitive areas keyed to badges, plus one guard per VIP, and everyone else briefs their departments, we should be OK with just two guys. 
Posted on 2016-03-31 at 09:12:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Fore!
Just give Dio an excuse and he'll find some "retro" dress uniforms that are all short skirts and boy shorts. In the interest of fairness to all.
Posted on 2016-03-30 at 15:41:30.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Wheeee
*kicks back*
It's like space volleyball in here.
Posted on 2016-03-30 at 15:14:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Bean bag caught!
Eol, I see your bag and kick it back your way.
Boo! Don't get discouraged. It takes all kinds to make a game, don't feel like you have to keep up with the length or volume of posts. I'm a wordy bastard by nature -.o
Posted on 2016-03-30 at 14:18:06.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Mwahaha!
All the collaborations!
Posted on 2016-03-29 at 22:44:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Collaborations AHOY!
Haha, the first exciting day of new crewbies plus surprise ambassadors is always nutty. 
Posted on 2016-03-29 at 20:08:36.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Dio says HI!
Thorson is now the most popular man in the world, haha!
Posted on 2016-03-29 at 14:01:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Dio meets a PC!
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine - Deck 3 - VIP Suites - 0930
"It's amazing what you can do with a replicator, some creativity....and working like gangbusters." Dio quipped, a little less energetic as he wiped sweat off his brow.
It wasn't much, but they'd redone the fabrics in the Rytain quarters with gold and russet colors instead of the standard blue. There was a very nice banner up, the decorative effects (vases and such) replaced with decorative rocks, including a mock-stone chair Leah had concocted based on some Vulcan designs in the ships computer. Natasha had shoved the removed effects in a nearby supply closet while Leah and Dio set up the new appointments.
Now they just needed to do the same to the Kuldar suite...
=/=Juarez to Lt Lasad=/=
Dio barely held back a groan, folding up into a boneless pile on the corridor floor and fallign back dramatically. He waved for Leah and Natasha to continue on without him as he tapped his combadge.
=/="Lasad here. Mister Juarez, I dearly hope you have good news."=/=
=/=Er, in a manner of speaking good news sir. The atmospheric changes to the suites were easy enough, but the gravity changes requested by Diplomatic will need engineering to do... I don't think I'm qualified, to be honest....=/=
Dio sat up abruptly from the floor, forcing a smile onto his face and voice that he was not feeling at this point.
=/="Absolutely understood Mister Juarez and thank you for your efforts. I wasn't expecting you to be able to handle that end. I'll reach out to Engineering at once, if you can forward on the data to our chief engineer....=/= Dio trailed off as he searched his memory for the name of the new engineering chief. But he'd had maybe two minutes to glance at the ship roster before dashing into action.
=/=Thorson=/=
=/=".... Exactly! Carry on your normal duties Mister Juarez"=/=
Dio counted to ten, lifting himself back up to his feet and getting his best professional composure back in play before tapping the combadge again.
=/="Operations to Engineering, Commander Thorson?"=/=
((OOC: assuming a friendly/neutral response))
=/="Good morning! This is Lt Dio Lasad, new chief of operations."=/= Dio said with all the cheer and charm he could exclude through a combadge.
=/="I deeply appologize for bothering you without having made proper introductions. We're working to get the new ambassadorial suites prepared, and we need to make some minor gravity adjustments to two of the suites.=/=
((OOC: Feel free to ping back in PM for their chat or reply here!))
Posted on 2016-03-29 at 14:00:30.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: You *are* biased Yanamari
Well that is why I type 'em out. If folks enjoy them, awesome.
Posted on 2016-03-28 at 23:42:34.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Fluffffffff
Sorry for the volume of posts, I'm a little excited to be playing Trek again and I had the day off.
I'll make sure to mark posts by Dio that are just intra-departmental fluff stuff as such, for the folks who aren't interested in those goings-on.
Posted on 2016-03-28 at 23:35:14.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Fluffy fluffy fluffy
Stardate 2365.02.08
Deck 3 - VIP Suites - 0900
((OOC: This is just some fluff stuff between Dio and his staff))
Dio scanned over the environmental requirements. Thankfully, neither ambassador needed some kind of elaborate oxygen-chlorine-napalm mix to breathe. They really didn't have time to make those kind of adjustments *and* make the adjustments necessary to protect the ship from that kind of atmosphere.
Rytain are accustomed to a slightly lighter gravity (.95% Earth) and 10% less humid. National colors, gold and russet.
Kuldar are accustomed to higher gravity (1.03%) no humidity adjustment. National colors purple and black.
He pulled up some photos of architecture and groaned. Carved stone on sand on one side, beaten metal motifis on the other.
It can't ever be easy.
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Natasha leaned forward from where she was parked against the bulkhead. She was normally off-shift by now, but a positively peeved-sounding Moriden had asked if she'd be available to help their new chief officer setup the VIP suites for diplomats. After finding out why they had a new chief officer of operations, her curiosity about the new boss had overridden her R&R plans.
Both eyebrows tilted up as she spotted the lanky gold-clad young man striding down the corrider, nose burried in a data padd. A soft whisper to her right "Ooo, is that the new officer Leah?"
Leah looked up from the cup of coffee she'd be swirrling, squinting a little in the direction Natasha was looking. "Maybe? So many new faces these last few days, t'aint easy to keep track of who is who. Dosier said Risan and he ain't got the little forhead..." She gestured and poked her thumb between her eyes. "...tattoo."
"Leah!" Natasha hissed "That's rude!"
"What?! Look, your dancing for nothing Nat. He ain't my type. Not enough meat." The irish woman grinned once at the horrified Natasha, before cupping her hands and yelling "OI! Sir, are you the Lt Lasad we're here for?"
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Oh stars and lights, this is how I go out. The thugs decided to finish me off with assassins. Sexy assassins.
"Depends on whose asking" Dio put on his best charming smile and inwardly preparing to bolt.
Leah pressed the cup of coffee into the hands of the surprised officer, before snapping to a salute - Natasha hastilly following "Petty Officer, 2nd Class, Leah Finnley, at yer service. The tounge-tied lass is crewman Natasha Pierce. Welcome aboard the USS Peregrine."
"Oh!" Lasad replied, looking into the cup of coffee with first surprise, then utter gratitude. Whether this was an olive branch from Moriden or some kind of passive insinuation about his state when he arrived, he'd take it. Dio quickly returned the salute and gave a smile to the pair "Thank you. At ease Mister Finnley, Mister Pierce. I appreciate your responsiveness and the welcome. It's certainly the...warmest I've received so far today. We've got to make some very quick changes to two of the suites to suit some very touchy ambassadors. This room...."
He waved vaguely with the coffee cup "...will be for the Rytain ambassador. We'll have the Kuldar ambassador at the other end of the corridor so we can accommodate some minor atmospheric changes. That reminds me!"
=/="Lasad to Mister Juarez"=/=
Juarez looked up from his duty station with a mildly annoyed look. The unfamiliar voice interrupting his work was most certainly not welcome.
=/=Juarez here, to whom am I speaking?=/=
An absolutely obnoxiously cheerful voice replied to him.
=/="Lt Lasad, new operations chief. Pleasure! I apologize for the inconvenience, I know we haven't had a chance for a staff meeting or introductions yet. However I desperately need some minor environmental tweaks made to two of the VIP suites. Lt Moriden will have sent the data along."=/=
Juarez sat up further in his seat, pulling up the messages from his console. Moriden had indeed sent him a message.
=/="Uh, yes sir. I've got the information and can make the adjustments without adversely effecting the other rooms or the ship. Give me an hour to calibrate and lock everything back " =/=
=/=FAN-tastic, thank you very much Mister Juarez. I promise I'll be by later to make proper introductions! =/=
That done, Dio took an exceptionally long drink of the coffee. The caffeine pushing away the remaining fog from his earlier (unconscious, cargo container) adventures. With a dramatic turn and wave of his arm, he walked into the suite "I intensely dislike the use of Mister for everything, but until I find out my standing, we'll stick to protocol. So my most excellent Misters Finnley and Pierce, we have an hour to make two suites look fit and personal for ambassadors so Security can sweep the place. Lets make it work!"
Posted on 2016-03-28 at 23:20:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Tags!
You can italicize and bold with little html tags (Remove the spaces).
< i > I wonder what I should have for lunch. < / i >
I wonder what I should have for lunch.
< b> I wonder what I should have for lunch. < /b >
I wonder what I should have for lunch.
Posted on 2016-03-28 at 16:52:30.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Dio and Tochi...pt2
Yes! Miniskirts for everyone, red flames over the nacelles, disco night in the Observation lounge. Moriden will help Drake *drown* Dio at that point, haha.
Dio will just (eventually) be trying to talk the science department into letting him raise some fish in one of the tanks.
Posted on 2016-03-28 at 16:00:57.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Indeed!
Haha! I cannot wait for Dio and Tochi to meet. They'll either get along famously or drive each other crazy. Possibly both.
Or drive the captain crazy.
Posted on 2016-03-28 at 15:34:08.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Moriden and Dio
Stardate 2365.02.08
Deck 2, Dio Lasad's quarters - 0845
Dio leaned against the turbolift wall. He had a few hours to get settled before his first command shift and hopefully salvage a first impression with his new captain and XO. As tempting as a nap was, he had far, far too much to do to get caught up on before his first shift.
When life gives you lemons, you use the lemons to clean equipment until it shines! Dio reminded himself with forced cheerfulness. Trudging down the corridor to the room number he'd been provided. He smiled at a few of the passing crew members - some returned it, others were preoccupied with their data padds. No one was overtly hostile, which was a relief.
The quarters at least weren't as small as he thought. When he found out he'd been reassigned to a Sabre-class ship, the lieutenant had imagined that they'd be slotted into little bunk-bed tubes with a dozen other people. But he had a nice living room, private bedroom and all the standard fixtures he'd gotten used to. It had obviously been cleaned out very recently, it had the newly-scrubbed scent and the room was bare of any personal touches or furniture. Dio let out a sigh as he dropped his bags - at long last - on to the couch.
He wasn't sure how long the captain would be absent, but he was certainly not visiting medical until after he saw the captain. No need to have his first meeting further disrupted
Seizing the little time he had, Lasad sat down at the computer terminal in his and started pulling up the personal files for his department. He had weeks (months) of department reports to sift through, but that could wait for now.
One full officer serving under him. Lt Candar Moriden, his second on operations. She'd performed exceptionally so far on the assignment and been on-board for six months, including bridge duty.
Logistical specialist Darasterlee Brok and Personnel management Tara Palmer. The only complaints listed were for a few double-booking incidents with scheduling access to the holosuites. That initially surprised him, until Dio noted that the last six months had been a very routine patrol.
Nothing like a long, boring mission to make the natives restless! If the next mission is this dull, we'll need to start up some events and classes to take the burden off the holosuites.
He had five system specialists with a excellent spread of skills. Three hospitality crew members under him to work the Observation lounge, as well as the gym....
=/= ~wheeze~ =/=
=/= ~wheeze~ Bridge to Lieutenant Lasad.=/=
Dio looked up from his reading, tapping his badge "This is Lasad."
=/= ~wheeze~ We have had an adjustment to our mission plans. Two VIP quarters need to be prepared immediately for the ambassadors of Kuldar and Rytain. ~wheeze~ I have informed Security so they can be prepared. I thought you should be alerted as well. =/=
The dryness in her tone wasn't just the rebreather, I could have wrung out a martini with that tone.
Dio pushed himself up from his desk, ignoring the various bodily complaints and tugging down his uniform. The cosmos was definitely intent on proving that "no rest for the wicked" was less proverb and more a universal law, like gravity.
"Have Amai reach out to the ambassadorial staff for requirements, the diplomatic corp on Starbase 118 for as much cultural information as you can muster up. Food allergies, and send it to my data padd..." Lasad paused to read off the ID on it. "Medical might also have allergy information. Make sure both medical and Hospitality know. Then have whomever is still awake for Hospitality meet me at the VIP suites. Security will undoubtedly want to sweep them as well."
=/= ~wheeze~ =/=
=/= Yes sir, queries have already gone out for the information. Anything else?=/=
"Besides a stiff cup of coffee?" Dio grinned wryly to himself as he strode out of his quarters "Give the captain my utmost apologies and that I will report in as soon as we have the suites prepared. Unless he wishes to see me first."
=/= ~wheeze~ =/=
=/= I will convey this. Lt Moriden out.=/=
((OOC: Medical, Security, feel free to RP out lt. Moriden reaching out to you!))
Posted on 2016-03-28 at 15:13:33.
Edited on 2016-03-28 at 15:15:13 by AmaraD
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: OPS
Indeed! LT Moriden would have informed the appropriate teams (Tac/Sec and the rest of OPS) of the incoming diplomats as soon as she was told. For those Dept heads, if you weren't on the bridge, feel free to RP her conveying that to you since it's a routine communication.
Assuming I don't finish my next post first.
I figured on Lasad having missed the communication from the Captain, but being informed by Moriden of the change of plans. Dio is having a terribly long day, haha!
Posted on 2016-03-28 at 14:18:06.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Intros
Phew! Slowly getting Dio caught up with everything and starting to meet the crew. He's been added to the roster. For those who have access to it, feel free to react and interpret the lack of service record however your character would.
There'll be a fair bit of RP fluff between him and the OPS npc's over the next few days, but first! Checking in with the captain and XO when they get back from the meeting, and then meeting the good nurse and doctor.
Posted on 2016-03-27 at 14:15:03.
Edited on 2016-03-27 at 14:31:23 by AmaraD
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: In which Dio meets the officer on duty.
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine - Bridge 0830
The first thing Dio noticed is that the ship was rather.... smaller, then he expected. He dismissed it out of hand.
That could mean anything! Could even be my imagination or a concussion.
He took a few moments in the turbolift to straighten his uniform, tuck a few stray hairs behind his ears and check his face in a mirror. No bruises, nothing obviously untoward. He couldn't afford to look like some ruffian.
Dio took a deep breathe before the doors to the turbolift opened. The bridge was a bit more compact then he expected and fairly empty. But it was in good shape and there was a very professional Benzite woman seated in the captain's chair.
Benzite.......OH!
"Lt Moriden? I'm Lieutenant Dio Lasad, transferring to the USS Peregrine as the new Chief of Operations." He hazarded a guess, stepping around the bridge and offering out a hand. His guess was evidently correct and rewarded by what he could only interpret as a confused smile.
"Pardon me. But. I was informed that we should be expecting a Lt Tetsuku?" Moriden replied, wheezing slightly between words.
Dio groaned, flashing a sheepish smile at the Benzite "Oh my stars, I thought this had been cleared up by the personal office already. There's a Lt Dio Tetsuku of Operations on the USS Troy. And for some reason, his name was sent along on my records. I contacted the personal office to have it corrected when I reached Starbase 118, but I guess they haven't caught up yet."
Lt Moriden sniffed suspiciously at the young man, but accepted the data padd he offered. Each sentence punctuated by soft wheezing "Your orders check out. Welcome aboard sir. Since you have not had time to check the duty stations, you have the beta command shift today starting at 1500. The captain will be returning shortly, in the meantime your quarters are on Deck 2."
"Of course lieutenant!" Dio replied, hefting his duffel back on to his shoulder with a cheerful grin. "I so look forward to working with you. So, as soon as I check in with command and medical, I'd like to meet with you personally to get me up to speed before I speak to the department as a whole. 1400 hours?"
((Assuming no-one else is on the bridge who wants to talk to Lt Lasad immediately.))
At Moriden's nod of acknowledgement, Dio waved at those in audience and practically bounced back into the turbolift. Leaving Moriden to ponder at the rapidly retreating back of her new officer.
Posted on 2016-03-27 at 13:18:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Welcome new Ops, Peregrine
Stardate 2365.02.08
Starbase 118 07:45
Could this day possibly get any worse, Dio thought, as he ran through the corridors of Starbase 118.
First he got a surprise reassignment - in the middle of assembling that new sensor suite no less! He'd been waiting weeks to dig his hands it to it. Shoved transporter with not even an hour to pack and not even time to say good bye, shuffled into another ship heading toward Starbase 118. Off to his new assignment. At least his captain tried to look sad about his departure.
USS Peregrine.... Peregrine... still doesn't ring any bells! Dammit, this could be a big break for me!
So he got here three days early. Excellent! Relaxation. Just what he needed. One thing led to another, a nice dinner, a few drinks, the pretty petty officer from the Coronado. Of course, that's when things went completely horgahn-up. Apparently some enlisted men on leave also remembered him. Less then fondly from the poker game his first night, despite the many times he assured them he didn't cheat! So what if he just happened to have played poker since he was seven. The enlisted men had grabbed him leaving the petty officer's room late at night. He'd given a fair few black eyes, but there was no way he was going to fighting off six. It finally ended when he heard and felt the hiss of a hypospray.
Blackout.
After waking up to the inside of a far-from-roomy cargo container, it had taken easily half hour of banging on the inside of it before an Andorian dock worker had come along to investigate. Thankfully he was able to talk the dock worker out of reporting it and convince him it was just a funny haha-prank. He didn't need Starbase security digging into this and doubt he could prove it wasn't just a prank gone to far.
If anyone asked, you fell down some stairs. Several times. Won't be the first time!
He dragged his aching body back to his temporary quarters. New bruises a plenty, a twinge that he hoped was just the bruises on burns and not a broken bone he'd need to explain. The burns on his side were raw again and his head felt like the underside of an Orion slave-girl after a cruise ship comes in. Nothing he wouldn't survive. By the time he got out of the shower, his head was clear enough to realize the time. And date.
He'd been out for nearly a day.
"Pardon, excuse me, pardon me, gang way!" He was quiet and shouting in turns as he pushed his way through the morning crowd. One duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a small wheeled bag dragged behind him as the thin man ran toward the transporter room, long black hair bouncing in a braid behind him. Dio tossed himself through the line up to the transporter chief, panting for breath.
"Uh... pardon me. One to beam over to USS Peregrine. I'm expected, thank you!"
The transporter chief for Starbase 118 just grunted in acknowledgment as Dio climbed onto the transporter pad. The haze of twinkling lights hopefully taking him to great new things!
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USS Peregrine 118 08:10
Dio babbled at the transporter operator on duty as he stepped off the platform, dragging his luggage along
"Oh, pardon me! Lieutenant Dio Lasad, reporting for duty. Which way is the bridge?"
The transporter chief - Daria - looked over the presentable (if exhausted) man that had just arrived in his transporter room and kindly gave him directions. Dio took off like a bullet and very nearly concussed himself when the doors didn't open as fast as he was accustomed. He caught himself with the bruised shoulder and managed to keep his pained expression to a convincing-looking grimace.
"I'm OK! Just need to report in, thank you!"
He proceeded down the corridor at a much calmer, leisurely pace.
Act natural, deep breathing. Step into the turbolift. Head to the bridge and don't mess up anything else!
((Dio is enroute to the bridge, and will speak to whomever seems to have been left in command while the captain is in his meeting, assuming the captain doesn't beat him back.))
Posted on 2016-03-27 at 01:02:27.
Edited on 2016-03-27 at 10:11:14 by AmaraD
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Chief Operations Officer Incoming
Alright. I'm finally done with my 65+ hour release week nightmare. My character stuff is enroute to T_cat11 for final approval. I'll have it up on the site shortly, but feel free to ask me questions for description, ect!
Lt Dio Lasad is diving right into action.
SO EXCITED! I've not gotten to do Trek rp in years.
Posted on 2016-03-26 at 22:41:36.
Edited on 2016-03-26 at 22:42:49 by AmaraD
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Topic: The Evil Best Left Buried
Subject: Things hit the fan....
Irel has already accepted the dismissal and started to turn away toward the others. While she was concerned for the pilgrims well-being, she wasn't going to waste anymore time making way to Crandel and a warm bed. Food. A bath to rid herself of the scent of wet dog and soggy leather.
And like a group of drunk caravaners out late for "fun" after hours, the sound of laughter and screams behind her sent that right out of window. Shouted warnings from front and back echoed in her ears to reinforce the sudden danger.
"Talca! How many? Vengador, Hammerfoot, both sides, cover them! Pepper, Irel, check our flank, look sharp! If you see a shot, take it!"
Irel spun around on her heel, shrugging the buckler down to protect her left arm with long practice. As Pepper rushed by (swords in hand) Irel took a step back and to her right. Moving toward Talca, and to make way for her camrades coming back down the road. Bow in hand and arrow notched, she took aim at the approaching... attackers...? They certainly weren't bandits. Bandits didn't giggle. Whatever it was, they'd laugh a good deal less with arrows in them.
((Irel is watching the right flank in parallel with Rae, slowly backing up to meet Telca in a support capacity. She favors her bow and will take a shot first at anything that approaches from the flank. With next priority on the first/nearest attacker on the Pilgrims that she can get a clear shot on.))
((If anything closes to melee and attacks her directly, she will drop the bow, go to her sword. She'll hold back on spells until she can evaluate threat, and use them only as a last resort or if things escalate.))
Posted on 2016-03-25 at 00:41:46.
Edited on 2016-03-25 at 00:42:08 by AmaraD
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: In which Irel.... just asks
Irel. Because sometimes you just have to beg forgiveness rather then ask permission.
Very late, but I support Rae as the closest thing to the "leader" role, with others probably butting in as needed. Telca on point when we're traveling, ect.
Posted on 2016-03-22 at 15:10:17.
Edited on 2016-03-22 at 15:10:32 by AmaraD
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Topic: The Evil Best Left Buried
Subject: In which Irel just asks.
Irel didn't exactly relax her guard, but she tried her very best to lose the squinty, suspicious look and manage some degree of friendliness in her expression. Should the Bards ever record this encounter, interpretations of "friendly" might well be left up to interpretation. Her people skills were not exactly the best and the warning of "they" being on the road was neither reassuring or calming.
Then again, at least she wasn't screaming at random travelers. Vengador certainly needed to reduce his intake of either stimulants and sweets (in her opinion), but that was hardly a new or novel opinion of the overwrought cleric. The others began to settle back down into routine chit chat.
While charity to the degree of the clerics didn't come to her easily, she reluctantly nodded in agreement to Pepper's words. No-one so unarmed should be on the road alone if there was trouble afoot. "Aye. We should offer them escort - particularly through this soup of a fog."
Taking the initiative, the tall woman cupped her mouth with her hands and called out to the departing backs of the pilgrims "Oi! Do you folks need some to accompany yerselves to the shrine? Is it far?"
Posted on 2016-03-22 at 14:58:29.
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Topic: Buried Evil Q&A
Subject: Post away!
Irel sooo doesn't trust "obviously" infirm travelers on the road so close to nightfall. They practically have "Bandits: Please Rob Us" tattooed on their forhead. So she's wary.
Posted on 2016-03-19 at 00:10:56.
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Topic: The Evil Best Left Buried
Subject: Irel steps on to the stage.
It was the absolute least favorite weather for Irel. Damp, damp, obnoxiously damp, until everything and everyone smelled like a dank dog in midsummer. But not enough rain to wash sweat and stink away nor freshen the air. Platinum hair that was normally stiff and spiked hung in limp strands around her face. A irritable scowl on her face.
Her scale armor shifted quietly as she marched at the rear near their bard. The skilled bard, not the "bard" woman Pepper with light fingers and swift sword. Her joints begged for a warm fire and the chance to relax and catch some gossip. There were no antics with undershirts from Irel. Though she had to respect
Maybe it was the mist. Maybe it was the obvious unease keen-eyed Talca. Maybe it was old habits. But these persons on the road with their odd gate of movement, the obvious lateness of these "pilgrims" departure. Why would anyone depart town so very late, if they were truly so obviously unwell or infirm? Their silent ignoring of the armed and armored folk ahead, and the thick mist that continued to gather around them. Her nerves stood on edge.
" 'tiss this really a time for music friend Aedan?" she hissed quietly, the tall fighter stepping forward to help pull their other "bard" from the mud.
Posted on 2016-03-19 at 00:09:43.
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