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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I don't know how you do it.
I'd go insane.
Posted on 2007-01-19 at 02:18:55.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: You're only...
Only four hours away. 
Posted on 2007-01-15 at 14:50:50.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: The Hole
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:48am
“Ok anyone got any good ideas as to how we take out the guards. Speak now, time is running out.”
Preacher stared out at the wet streets and considered the improbably position he’d found himself in. The downpour was intimidating, the street was likely well-watched, and the task Croaker had set for them seemed nigh unto impossible.
“What are you, O mighty mountain? Before Zerubbabel you will become level ground. Then he will bring out the capstone to shouts of 'God bless it! God bless it!'” Preacher whispered the words under his breath before turning to look at Croaker and Coyote. “God will show us a way. Maybe we should jus’ work at getting’ closer. Might be that we have t’ worry ‘bout a gunfight from the ground up. Might be that the Almighty’ll reveal a differen’ option as we press in.”
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:48am
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:45am
"Alright, gatos. Peacekeeper, you're the guns here. You're my only back-up plan if things get rough, and you can believe me I'll make damn sure you can help when they do." He glanced back at her, nonchalantly, "I need you to keep an eye out for snipers and unusual passers-by on the way. Anything that strikes you as even the slightest bit odd, bring it up immediately because it might save our lives. You don't need to be defending us right now, but we need to know who's where in case they turn threatening. If we start to get to the front entrance and we see two sniper rifles aimed in our direction, we know there's probably four and we need to make sure they're not going to open fire before we get to state our case." He spun his head to Firewind. "And you, Firewind. You're the observant one, and you look like," Spiff eyed him over again, "you're also only here in case things turn raw. I'm hoping they don't, but I need you watching out for unusual activity as well. I mean, if either of you see as much as a dumpster sliding in the rain water, I want the whole group to know it, and fast." He looked back at the long walk ahead. "If we want to get out of this alive, we can't afford any stupid mistakes because somebody wanted to keep quiet. I can probably get us past the first layer or two of guards, but even if I do, we have to come back out past them with a bird in our arms, and I can hardly hope that will be warmly welcomed."
Peacekeeper acknowledged his speech with a silent nod. She was steeling herself for the inevitable. Undoubtedly their little trek into the heart of a gang’s home would end with lead flying and she needed nerves of steel in order to deal with it. She tried her best to go over every possible scenario knowing full well that doing such was near to impossible. Still, it kept her mind occupied while they ate up the pavement between them and impending doom.
They came upon the Hole all too quickly, and Peacekeeper scanned the building and its rooftops as they rounded the corner. Her eyes sought to penetrate the rain, and she frowned slightly as she was met with darkness and shadow, shapes backlit by the unwavering glow of the city and the occasional flash of distant lightning.
“Bloody hell,” she muttered as they reduced the distance between them and stoop to mere meters. “Can’t see a thing in this mix.”
The others weren’t much better off. Stepping to the door they were about to buzz the box when the door opened revealing a large man with his head shaved and three silver bars through the bridge of his nose. His ears were gauged with large steel hoops and his neck was a mess of colorful tattoos. He wore black leather in surplus with obvious Gibson armor plating on his jacket and pants. He carried a sleek black H&K MPK-11 slung over his shoulder and now trained on the three visitors. Behind him there were two others waiting and watching for an opportunity to open fire. These two were twins, long blonde hair in the style of a 1980’s hair metal band, studs on their black leather jackets and looking like they should be a part of a band more than boosters.
“Don’t look like much,” the first man snarled. “This what we was warned about? You the danger that Elizabeth called in?” He chuckled, his lip curling a bit with confidence borne by a mastery of the Streets and a finger on a trigger.
To Spiff’s right, Peacekeeper’s leather creaked as she tensed, ready to act while Firewind stood to his left and slightly behind.
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side – Night City – 12:48am
Meat Location: The Farris Family Inn – Night City – 10:15pm; The Net: Night City Grid – Night City University Net Campus/Administration Building.
The boxes were numbered without names associated to them in plain sight. As the mogwai scanned them a sweet voice equal to that of a phone sex operator whispered in his ear.
“Can I help you?”
Turning, Jazzer found himself looking into the very seductive chrome eyes of the postal worker. There were faint pinpoints of soft, inviting green where the pupils would be and the height of the mogwai forced her to bend over revealing amble cleavage.
Meat Location: The Farris Family Inn – Night City – 10:15pm; The Net: Night City Grid – Night City University Net Campus/Student Union/Bookstore.
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side - Night City/Rooftop next to the Hole – 12:48pm
It was a brief glance to his left that gave Guardian the vision of the three passing individuals as they made their way around the front. Even through the rain, Guardian could tell the beauty of the woman. She walked with a purposeful gait, shrouded in leather made shiny from the rain. He’d never seen her before, but he’d heard of her. Anyone in the protection racket within Night City knew of Peacekeeper since it was likely they’d have to eventually protect some charge from her intentions. DigitalScribe had said she was among those he followed and such Guardian was positive that it was her. What’s more is that the rooftop guards on the street side were shifting, following the three’s progress.
The Mean Streets – Upper East Side - Night City/Rooftop next to The Hole – 12:48am
Posted on 2007-01-13 at 20:15:59.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: To the Idoru then.
Wyatt glanced at Dash, then Asher, when given the news of Griff’s crew disbanding. Ship crews usually develop a sense of family and Griff’s had bee no different as far as Wyatt could recall. And someone rigging a crybaby like that… any pilot worth their weight in salt could have avoided a crybaby in the black unless something was really pushing them.
He was about to lead the other two away from the ship to the Idoru when the interaction with the Feds took place. Wyatt watched with minor amusement until a thought came to bear. What if they’re lookin’ fer something ‘avin’ t’ do with Griff?
“C’mon, boys,” Wyatt said in a quiet voice while the dockworker chuckled his commentary. “Time t’ see if’n ol’ Griff’s been sharin’ his luck, er if’n he’s sharin’ ours.”
That said, Wyatt led the way to the Idoru.
Posted on 2007-01-13 at 19:03:09.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Cool.
Thanks for letting me know.
Posted on 2007-01-10 at 15:03:06.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Necro... what!?
Char stared with narrowed eyes as Jal went on about Wynter. The word "dead" registered as well as a number of additional words--some even forming sentences in the ranger's mind. What actually came together to solidify as something coherent was a mix of perceived notion brought on by the recent ramblings and concessions of the mage, and bard's stories. As was human nature, Char's hearing was selective and the word "dead" led the march.
"Necr'manc'r," the ranger hissed, his hands dropping to rest upon the hilts of his strangely curved swords. The word was uttered in a low whisper so that it could barely be heard by one as close as Dapple and then, only so much as if they were really concentrating. The last thing he wanted to do was give a necromancer cause to "fire up".
He remained on edge, saddled and ready to pounce should Jal give him any reason to.
It was then that a voice of reason penetrated his fear. After all, the troop had been formed, not come together by accident. Why would people who weren't trustworthy be sent on such a mission? Char didn't like it, but he was going to have to overcome his misgivings of both mages to at least a point where they could operate. Dunna 'afta like 'em, Char-lad. Jus' work wit dem. Such a conclusion was not a quick process for the mountain man. It wasn't that he was slow and dumb, but more that he preferred the natural to the unnatural and mages were very unnatural. This deliberation, with its conclusion still in minor debate, was ended when Jal mounted up and took to the road in a snuff.
The ranger blinked away the rain and then wheeled Northwind about to give chase. Stealing himself against the proximity, he pulled in the reigns just as he came parallel to the wizard.
"Th' cave'll no' do," he worked his jaw to loosen the reflexively tightened muscles as thier horses sogged along the trail. For a moment, Char wondered if he'd "passed through" the spirit Jal had been conversing with. Then an even more disturbing thought flitted across the ranger's brain: what if they were always walking through dead things!? He quickly fought through the shiver that overtook his spine and continued. "Da waymeet be rubble an' I no' 'ave any luck findin' somet'in' proper." With a sigh, he glanced back at where Valentine endured the weather. It was almost painful to make this concession. "So, if'n one er two o' you spellslingers'd kindly make somethin' dry an' warm where's we can' take 'r res'... I won' be objectin'."
By da gods! Dat was bloody 'ard 'nuff! Their last jaunt together had been hard enough without them at each other's throats all the time. Char'd followed enough troops around to know that infighting did not lead to success, and he'd be a stuck pig if he were to be the cause of that.
Bloody 'ard!
Posted on 2007-01-10 at 01:23:11.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: By Jove!
Excellent analogy, dear Roger. *snickers behind his hand at the imagery of a bunch of Playboy bunnies running around in Nikes.*
Posted on 2007-01-09 at 05:57:58.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Hey!
Hey! Did you see the size o' that chicken!? Dog! Did you see the SIZE o' that chicken!!!???
Posted on 2007-01-09 at 05:56:04.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Add one.
“That there be more than a little steel there, Cap’n. Ya look like yer expectin’ t’ see some action. Sure ya don’t want an extra set of hands?”
Asher’s words gave Wyatt the briefest pause. Willow had already arranged the meet with Dodger, but that was to be expected, just as it was to be expected that the doc’d spend the majority of the rest of the afternoon prettyin’ herself up. Kora could certainly handle any trouble that came her way shopping for groceries, and judging by the damage Royale had taken recently Wyatt couldn’t be sure Griffith was even in possession of the ship anymore. He had no idea what trouble might be waiting for him and Dash dockside, and the triple play he was sure was pending could come crashing down on their heads at anytime. In fact, the Royale being there was mighty suspicious… almost too good to be true.
“Aight, Asher,” Wyatt said as he continued by. “Keep the iron strapped though. Leastwise ‘til I says there’s need t’ skin it. Dohn-luh-mah.
Kora, ya gots the provisionin’ detail on yer own, girl. Be back ‘ere in time t’ join us fer the meet though.”
(OOC: Carrying on to the end of the last post unless there’s more conversation, then I’ll backpost.)
Posted on 2007-01-03 at 22:48:25.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: OK...
I'd like for everyone to post even if you don't feel there's anything real productive you can post at this point. A paragraph would suffice stating the character's inner thoughts on their situation; or, in the case of Croaker and Coyote, some thoughts on the actions you're going to take as time's ticking and the rest of your team will be moving into position without your support unless you take some action soon.
Let's get the beat tollin' again, Choombas!
Posted on 2007-01-03 at 22:38:08.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: On the road again.
Char had left early that morning, mounting Northwind and riding ahead to scout the countryside after casting a considering gaze towards the dark heavens. He knew it was going to rain before it started, knew in his bones that it would be a heavy and cold pour, but he wasn't bothered by it. There were few creatures that preferred the rain so Char figured that the worst they could hope for would be a mudslide and that suited him just fine.
That sentiment hadn't remained as benign when he discovered the waymeet in its tattered state. Cursing, the ranger had rode back into the midst of his companions and revealed their plight. He was about to say that he'd return to the trail seeking something that offered at least some shelter when Jal spoke. The man creeped Char out despite his cryptic statement, but the knowledge of farseeing he possessed caused imaginary spiders to crawl in droves up and down the ranger's spine. Despite himself, the rugged mountain man's mud-streaked face hardened and his eyes narrowed, but it was Dapple who spoke first, obviously just as unnerved as he was... and Jal's answer did little to defuse the situation.
Char had heard the ex-red's comment about magically conjuring some shelter, but the remark was shelved for later investigation in the face of Jal's revelation. Wha' in the nine 'ells!? Char felt the ridge of his nose crinkle with suspicion. The big galute of a gladiator had moved in front of Spellbinder as though to protect him from any harm that Dapple might be intending and Char used that opportunity to turn his head and peer through the rain in the direction the wizard had indicated. From his position atop Northwind's back, the ranger could make out only the faint shape of the mountainside groping for the sunlight that had to be hovering above the cloudline. Ain' no way this feller seen up der.
"Stay pu'," the ranger muttered. "I be fer doin' a li'l scoutin'."
That said, Char turned Northwind on a coin and put his boot heel to flank. It took no small effort to find the cave through the downpour and unfamiliar terrain, but Char did so, dismounting from his stallion to scramble up a short incline rife with slippery mud, further covering his arms and legs in the stuff. At the entrance, Char slipped an arrow to his bow and crouched slightly as he entered. He padded softly through the poorly lit entrance, moving about the cave until the darkness within threatened to deny him his vision. About him were the telltale signs that an animal called the cave home; bones, dried offal, matted hair. It was then that he smelled the animal slumbering within, heard its heavy, even breathing, and made out the shape of the beast.
Northwind thundered to a stop in front of the wet and tired crew, Char reigning in just in time to cause the heaving animal to slide to a stop a few feet from Dapple.
"Aye," the ranger said, casting a suspicious look Jal's way. Who's dis Wyn'r dat tells 'im tings? An' 'ow'd it know 'bout da cave, bu' no' the bear? "Der be a cave. Two cham'ers, bu' be sore press'd we be t' fin' quie' comf'rt seein' as be der a bear a'ready sleepin' tight widdin.
"We no' be sleepin' der dis nigh'." Char wasn't about to allow for the animal to be uprooted, especially since doing so would likely mean unecessary combat with a peaceful and simple beast. He scanned the faces of his companions while water coursed through his tangled hair, waiting for a challenge to his decision. They could use the waymeet as partial shelter, or Valentine's offered magical shelter (though that didn't sit too well with the ranger either) for all he cared, but he'd not condone disturbing the bear at this point, provided he had a choice. His gaze paused on Spellbinder's face for a moment, cold, icy blue eyes trying to see into the man's soul, to read the natural meaning behind his strangeness. Who be Wyn'r 'nyways?
Posted on 2007-01-03 at 22:34:04.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: All righty then!
I plan on starting this up again this week. Let me know if you know of any reason not to.
Posted on 2007-01-01 at 19:00:13.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I've sent out...
Ok, I've sent out the beginnings for fleshing out some of the back histories to a couple of you concerning how the characters met. I don't feel this is absolutely necessary to the progression of the game right now, but it'll help define the relationships a bit more and helps get a person into their characters. I've still got a couple of you to go, but don't worry... I ain't forgettin' no one.
Also haven't forgotten the pretty. Unfortunately, no progress yet.
Posted on 2007-01-01 at 11:36:52.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Post!?
We can post now!?
Aight, so the ship's been updated an' the wave sent t' ya, boss.
I believe (an' correct me if'n I'm wrong, boss) that we'll start with 1,000c to pay fer dockin', fuel, refittin', etc. The creds that y'all contributed were fer outfitting Rocinante.
I too have posted (couldn't refrain despite not havin' the 'how we mets' figured entirely).
Posted on 2006-12-27 at 23:13:30.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: We're posting!!!
Wyatt had stood over Sam’s shoulder while the other man had guided Rocinante through the landing maneuvers that brought them portside of Beaumonde; not because he didn’t trust the pilot, or that he was checking his work. Far from it. Sam was perhaps the person Wyatt trusted most in the ‘Verse with Rocinante and his life, sometimes even more so than himself. Quite the contrary of that perception, Wyatt Sung stood over Sam watching the progress of the landing because he was feeling a mite antsy.
The captain of Rocinante, a firefly class caravel, couldn’t dislodge the notion that things were about to go even further south than they already had. It was never a good sign when you showed up for payday and find your employer caught with their pants down around dead. The pay-off they’d received would barely cover fuel and docking fees, and for the captain of a hungry crew, that was never a promising thing.
“These things’ll come in threes, Sam,” Wyatt had said ominously when they’d stood in the desert heat of the open air at the meet, weapons in hand while Willow’d checked for any survivors. It was something Sung believed whole-heartedly and he couldn’t help the position he now held while looking over Dash’s shoulder at the landing pad as they secured their place among the rest of the space cowboys that’d decided they had pressing business on this rock.
When the ride was over Wyatt slapped his friend on the left shoulder and grabbed the microphone to make the customary announcement to the crew.
“Well, folks. We’re touched down, so there’s some things we’ve got t’ secure ‘fore we all go runnin’ off t’ the nearest waterin’ hole. I’d appreciate yer help in a few matters, if’n y’all don’t mind none.
“Trish, if’n y’ll stay aboard fer a shift, I guarantee ya some shoreleave should ya be wantin’ it later,” Wyatt knew the older woman wasn’t likely to take him up on the offer, but he made it as was customary just the same. “Kora an’ Asher, if’n you’d be so kind as t’ get some grub set up, I’m bettin’ that Trish’ll have a list o’ groceries fer ya. Sam an’ Willow an’ me’ll see if we can’t get somethin’ set up with Dodger so this whole thing weren’t such a big bust.
“Ya gots any questions, y’all know where I am.”
Hanging the microphone back up on its hook, Wyatt felt Dash rise out of his seat and look over his shoulder.
“Ain’t that Griffith’s ship?”
Well, ain’t that strange? Wyatt frowned a little and tipped his hat back as he looked the Royale over. The luck of it… maybe it’ll cancel out the pendin’ streak, but what the hell happened t’ ‘er? “Yup.”
“Doesn’t he owe you money?”
“Yup. He does at that.” From the looks of Royale, it don’t look like he’ll be up fer payin’ it though.
Wyatt gave the situation some considering before giving Sam another pat on the shoulder. “Grab yer gear. I’d like a little good news ‘fore the meet with Dodger. I’ll see ya in the bay.”
Striding from the cockpit, Wyatt made his way into the small room between the bridge and the fore deck, slid down the stairs using only the rails and his hands, then set off down the hall to the ladder leading to the crew dorms.
“Willow,” he called to her without using the com and pounded on the bulkhead for added attention-grabbing.
(OOC: response; I’ll backpost if necessary).
“Try an’ git a meet set up with Dodger will ya? Royale’s docked next door an’ she looks a bit worse fer the wear. Dash ‘n me’re gonna go see if Griffith’s hangin’ somewhere’s about. The jien huo owes me some cash-funds that might just turn this gorram mess int’ something shiny… maybe.”
(OOC: response; again I’ll back post if necessary).
“Thanks,” Wyatt was already swinging down the ladder to his quarters as he spoke. “Yer a peach.”
Wyatt’s room had once been a disaster of interior decorating with a mixture of art deco and Asian form that had nearly driven him back off the ship when he’d first arrived. That was a long time ago, and now, as Wyatt went to his dresser to retrieve his gun belt, the captain barely took notice of what had become his home in its Asian/Western mix of decoration. Buckling on the handgun so that it hung low on his right thigh, Sung tied it about his leg, then pulled his brown duster on about his shoulders and fastened another holster rig over the top of that. His shotgun went into the back holster and a combat knife was tucked into his back waistline underneath the coat. Readjusting his hat, Wyatt took a look at himself in the mirror once quickly before jogging up the ladder to the fore deck again. Within a minute he’d made his way to the rear door.
Kora was already at work checking Rocinante when he arrived, and Dash was waiting for him as well. Asher was hanging out near the mule waiting for Kora to finish so they could go shopping (it was nice having two people on board who could handle negotiations), and Trish was there with him. Wyatt gave Sam a nod and then strode out to the landing pad giving Kora a tip of the hat brim on his way. Making his way about the nose of Rocinante, Wyatt moseyed, not appearing to be in too big of a hurry and not moving too slowly.
“Ya think luck travels t’ those ya know, Sam?” Wyatt casually said as Royale drew closer. “I mean, things happen in threes, right? So, what if our li’l problem rubbed off on Griffith?” Wyatt raised his eyebrows when another thought hit him. “Or what if his rubbed our way? Mei yong ma duh tse gu yong! If that wong ba duhn brought me an’ mine bad luck, I’ll kill ‘im. I swear it, Sam. I’ll wipe the gorram deck with ‘is scalp.” Though the litany of threats was uttered, it was obvious that the captain didn’t really think of his friend Griffith as he’d referred to him, nor was there any doubt that it wasn’t likely he’d kill the man… unless, of course, Griffth did, in fact, bring bad luck down on what Wyatt considered his own.
(OOC: will respond to Dash if needed.)
“Hey!” Sung called out as he reached Royale’s door. “Grif! You feh feh pi goh! You home?”
Posted on 2006-12-27 at 16:23:38.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Answers.
Well, seein's how the lot o' ya are leanin' towards the armor here's my thinkin':
I says we go partial on the Stun Armor an' git ourselves a couple o' decoy missiles. Way I figure it; Sam's a sure thing in a loop-de-loop an' Trish n' me can do right fine ourselves so I'm not so concerned with the Wound Armor. Sam's got it figured near t' spot on as I sees it with the systems an' their importance anyway's an' Kora don't shine t' electrical doohickies none niether, so we's best be protectin' the vitals.
Still, I ain't dismissin' the 'portance o' the decoy missiles. T' answer yer question Willow; we suit up an' drop 'em out the bay door. A missile launcher'd be cause fer the Law t' sit up n' take notice, so's I want t' be more er less blendin' proper than armed fer bear.
So, what I'm stickin' t' the wind is tha' we dose up on three points o' Stun Armor fer a total o' 3,000c an' buy two decoy short rangers fer 1,000c. Tha' leaves us with 250c not accounted fer. Any idears?
Posted on 2006-12-27 at 12:11:38.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Looking good.
Ok, so with everythin' pressin' an' all the monies collected it looks as though we got 4,250c t' spend on Rocinante. Ways I figure it we could git ourselves a few decoy missiles (without the launcher) at 500c per missile. The boss already said what we got upgraded so there ain't no more o' that by way o' ship systems an' dropping a few thousand creds into armor'd only get us a couple o' points. Here's the breakdown with 4,250c spendin' options:
Wound Armor: 1,200c/point (We could git 3 points an' that'd leave us with 640c t' put towards food, fuel, etc. or one decoy missile leavin' us with 140c for food, fuel, etc.)
Stun Armor: 1,000c/point (We could git 4 points an' that'd leave us with 250c fer food, fuel, etc.).
Short-range decoy missiles: 500c/missile (We could git 8 missiles leavin' us with 250c fer food, fuel, etc.).
That bein' the thought process in this here brain pan, what d' the rest o' ya think?
Posted on 2006-12-26 at 12:52:17.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Dash ain't far off...
Funny, that ain't far off from the ways I drew 'im!
I think the bunk sitiation be good.
Posted on 2006-12-22 at 15:09:59.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sent in.
Resent Wyatt with the modifications.
Posted on 2006-12-21 at 18:37:53.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Shiny! I got friends!
I don't have no requests so fill 'er up!
As fer the preview... sorry. I gotsta finish my work 'fore I'll show it off.
Posted on 2006-12-19 at 19:35:13.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Ai-aight.
Ni how
Well, I done did some more work on the pretty tonight after burnin' through ten sketches fer the publisher. I finished up Kora. Next I'll be startin' on Asher, then movin' 'cross the line-up. Right now, my neck 'urts an' my hand's killin' me, so I'm out fer the night. Adios.
Posted on 2006-12-17 at 00:51:45.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: More'n happy...
Folks, I'll be more'n happy t' work out the histories o' how the crew came t'gether with ya. Already got something breeding where Wyatt an' Sam's histories 're concerned.
Update on the Pretty: I started adding color night 'fore last. Got it set up this way: Rocinante's in the back hoverin'-like, prolly some good distance back 'cause she's kinda small-like. From left t' right I got Kora, then Asher, Wyatt, Sam, an' finally Willow.
Las' night I added the base color fer the whole of it an' nearly finished off Kora's skin tones. That's the good news. The bad'll be that I finally heard back from the publisher an' hafta get started on the interior illustrations fer this book. I'll try an' sneak in some time on the Crew, but it'll be slow goin' at best.
Roger's ship emblem 's nice an' I plan on addin' it t' the pretty when finished. Jus' a heads up.
Posted on 2006-12-15 at 19:10:34.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Thanks for the heads up.
I appreciate the notice.
There's been a lot of "vacation requests" for the Holidays. I'm not going to worry overly about a lack of posting until the first week of January.
Don't get me wrong; if you post and it moves to a place where I can move the story forward, I will, but don't stress about meeting my quota.
Posted on 2006-12-15 at 19:00:12.
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Topic: Firefly/Serenity RPG - Looking for Browncoats
Subject: 'Sides which
Wyatt'd hose ya down if ya light up on board Rocinante. Ship is expensive enough t' maintain without havin' t' replace filters twice as often.
Thanks for the descriptifyin' Blammm... I'll add the character t' the drawin' and get workin' on color. Still haven't heard back from the publisher so I've got me some free time!
Posted on 2006-12-14 at 19:21:22.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Warning Wil Robinson!
Only those who are actually with Croaker can offer up ideas. Unless Croaker has the others on the phone, they aren't anywhere near close enough to help with the conundrum at hand.
Posted on 2006-12-14 at 19:02:37.
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