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writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/8/2008 4:29:10 PM
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Rikku
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Borka space port was called by most trarvel advisers as the greatest stop on any trip to or through the gama quaderent of the milky way galexcy. every curse liner made a stop there as well as every ship in the area. it was a centeral location and what could be found there was the ultiment of all tourist traps. Bork the first had traveled the galexcy looking for anything and everything that might give his guest the best intertanment the best shopping and eating, and acomidations, and gambling.
everyone stopped there, whether a settler, a wealthy vacationor, a spring braeker, or a spacer trying to scrape a living out of the stars.
even with the strict controll of of the parnesisan government buisness was booming, it was better then every now that all the galexcy was under one govenrment had allowed for more people to travel, and the wealthy who gave the bulk of all of the income at the Borka space port were able to travel farther for less.
Bork the third kept his buisness good by keeping his grandfather's motto, being a man of no convictions is a man no one can disagree with, and all can give buisness to.
(there is the opening setting, so post your enterence and know that this rpg is still open so post a charector profile and join the adventure)
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/9/2008 11:40:20 AM
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Aiden sat back in his chair and winced at the unexpected creak it let out, the cracked rusted shell was being kept upright only by fused bolts and aged determination. The tiny transport was barely flyable and combined with his lack of space know how and navigating skill he could only be supremely thankful he was still alive. Almost twenty years ago it had crash landed on his planet and the elders had kept it preserved as a relic. The former inhabitants were long dead, they had tried to enter Byre and discovered that the atmosphere was not only incompatible with their species it was heavy and the clouds sharp enough to punch pressure holes in their hull. His tribe had reinforced it when they decided to let him leave but no one had truly expected it to ever fly again and the jump to hyperspace had almost torn it apart.
Although Aiden had wanted to explore the galaxy since he was young he had imagined that he would be the one controlling his destination. So when the ship left his atmosphere and he had tried to go right and it had gone left he had been bewildered. He had spent the next couple of hours trying to make sense of the faded picture that had popped up on the cracked navigation screen with a word in another language blinking underneath it. Not to mention the multitude of glowing buttons and panels arrayed in front of him in no apparent order or pattern. Only now looking at the floating city in front of him with its dazzling lights and uncanny resemblance to the fuzzy outline did he realize that the unknown word must have been destination.
Now that he was in normal space again he tried to look at the bright side of things past the frustration that enveloped him. Pulling his fingernails out of the metal sides of the chair they had become embedded in during the harrowing journey through hyperspace he tried to get the tension to seep out of his shoulders and stomach. He was alive, granted he had no idea where he was or how to get back home, he was alive. He did not know how to communicate with the space dock or if this place was even friendly, but he was alive. He wasn't sure if he could breathe their air and didn't want to make the same mistake the former owners had but by all the Bysen elders and children back home he was alive. Narrowing his eyes and focusing on the controls all of his tiny pupils coalescing in his concentration into one he tried to decide what to do. If he inadvertently pushed the wrong button than he might be off again to who knows where and he had the suspicion that if the transport tried another jump to hyperspace he wouldn't be coming out of it in one piece.
He was distracted from his thoughts by a fuzzy static sound that seemed to come from all around him, he was to much a hunter to jump and going through hyperspace had taken most of his fear of dying so he simply cocked his head and followed the rebounding sound waves until he located the source. A blinking light was under the black speaker that was shooting off the sounds as well as a knob that looked like it could be turned. It was far away from the button he had pushed to launch the ship so he presumed it was probably safe to play with. He pushed the blinking button and the static went away until he took his finger off and then it was back. Oh, and the button resumed its blinking...
Aiden turned his attention to the knob and turned it, his eyes widening as the static changed into different squeaks and whistles and then so fast he almost missed it
"sssseeeehsshs-unidentified spacecraft-shshshshshs."
Blinking slowly he turned the knob slowly in the other direction until the somewhat annoyed voice came back and then listened curiously.
"Unidentified spacecraft for the last time which space port do you want to land in and what is your call sign?!"
Aiden feeling proud of himself answered gruffly
"My name is Aiden and I wish to land in the place near food and water so I can replenish my supplies, I do not understand what a call sign is..."
He was interrupted by the male voice still sounding weary and annoyed
"Unidentified spacecraft if you do not answer me in the next couple of minutes I will call the authorities. Please announce your name and where you wish to dock!"
His brow furrowing in concentration Aiden tapped three fingers on the dashboard and then on a spurt of inspiration pushed the blinking button and said nobly
“Hello?”
Some instinct made him let it go in time to hear the male voice sounding reenergized and hopeful
“Hello yourself unidentified spacecraft who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”
Grinning at his mastery of the controls and revealing black sharpened teeth Aiden pushed the button down and replied
“My name is Aiden and I would like to land near food and water so I may replenish my supplies.”
What sounded like a weary sigh came through what Aiden vaguely recalled must be the intercom as the other person answered
“Alright Aiden to prevent further annoyance on both of our parts I will guide you to docking bay three-four. It is located next to the food lounge and various hotels the Borka Space Port has to offer its guests. If you don’t mind a five minute wait than I will transfer you over to the docking officials now.”
Aiden pushed the button down and answered in what he was sure was a regal manner besetting a prince of Bysen
“okay.”
“Great,” the voice said sounding brisk and sure “Then I hope you enjoy your stay at Borka Space Port.”
With that the static died away and the little light stopped blinking, Aiden perched on the edge of his seat and contemplated his first contact with a species different than his own. It had gone remarkably well and there hadn’t been any of the unpleasentries that the elders had spoken of. Of course he hadn’t met anyone face to face yet but still it was a good omen. Standing to his full 6ft 7 height he stretched out the kinks stress had built during the flight and communication. A hunter may face danger or find himself in situations that seemed impossible to get out of but he must always appear relaxed and at the ready. He must be in control of his emotions and thoughts at all times and ready for anything. He must make the appearence of readiness a reality.
Anyone could feel fear only the truly courageous could master it and use it to their advantage. No matter how nerve-wracking this all was, no matter what awaited him in the great unknown of Borka Space Port he had to be relaxed and ready not tense and jumping at shadows. He let his hand come to rest fleetingly on the top of the wooden canteen hanging at his hip on the opposite of his ratha vine whip. He could feel the living moisture on the inside of the container and it soothed him, clearing his mind and sharpening his hearing. He heard the incoming static as it traveled in electric signals through the ships wiring before it even hit the speaker the female voice not far behind.
“Aiden this is docking official Sylla do you copy?”
Reaching out to the blinking button he pushed it down and replied
“I hear you Sylla.”
“Good,”
she answered and after a static filled pause continued
“I am sending you the guider signals now they should appear on your navigation screen any moment, it will look like a green path from your ship to where you are supposed to go. Let me know when you receive them.”
Aiden glanced at the cracked navigation screen in time to see it go completely black and then start to flicker rapidly before a glowing green line appeared surrounded by fuzzy outlines and undecipherable alien words. Swallowing hard he pushed the button down on the intercom struggling to mask the uneasiness in his voice
“Uh, Sylla I received it but you see this isn’t my own ship I uh…found it...broken…and I’m not sure how to land it, or how to follow the green line.”
There was a silence on the other end but apparently it didn’t matter to her how he had acquired the ship because he heard her a few minutes later calm and unflustered
“According to my scans you are flying an old skyhopper 360 so there should be a green button under the navigation screen that lit up when I sent you the guider signals. All you have to do is push it and the auto pilot will take you down to the correct port.”
He felt a spurt of true fear as he glared at the little green button that was indeed lit up, pushing the fear down forcefully he stabbed the intercom again
“Are you sure that’s the right button the last time I pushed it the ship jumped into hyperspace and almost tore itself apart, if it does it again then I don’t think you will have to worry about guiding me in to land because I will no longer exist?”
Her response was short and clipped
“I’m sure that is the right one, you will not go anywhere other than the coordinates on the navigation screen. Did you put in coordinates before you pushed last time?”
He shook his head and replied “I don’t know how to put in coordinates in this strange vessel Sylla I simply pushed the button and the ship started flying itself and I couldn’t stop it.”
A static filled pause and then
“Just as I suspected the ships navigational program set up the last known preset flight since you didn’t put in a designated destination. I have set up a destination so it does not need to pull up a preset flight path it already has one loaded.”
Aiden thought about this for a moment but it seemed to make sense and since it seemed to be her job to guide people safely into land he figured he should trust her judgment. So he pushed the green button and sat down in the chair to relax, just in case.
To his surprise and relief after shuddering weakly the transport lurched forward along the green highlighted flight path and he relaxed more.
“You should arrive at the docking port in twenty minutes” Sylla’s voice interrupted his relief with its crisp formality “if at any time you wish to contact me for any reason or problem you may have feel free, I will monitor your progress from here until you dock. Enjoy your stay at Borka Space Port.”
He fingered the pendant hanging from the silver chain around his neck, it vibrated and let out a little buzz as his fingers tapped and smoothed over it and he smiled to himself. Only the fiercest of warriors owned Acura’s they were notoriously hard to make and passed down from generation to generation of elders the rulers of the tribes that inhabited Byre.
They held the secret of his home world’s many forests and glades and it was said if a warrior held one then as long as he was in his prime no beast could kill him. The elder’s of his tribe had bestowed it on him as a gift for they said he would need all his skills as a hunter to survive in the harshness of open space and unpredictability of strange worlds. They had taken him into their counsel and told him why it was so special and how to use it. No other hunter had ever earned one outside of heritage and the honor he had received from their gift was enormous. Sooner than he expected the transport touched down on the landing pad and Sylla disconnected from the intercom wishing him once more a wonderful stay at Borka Space Port and lowering the ramp he got his first look at where other species went for relaxation and vacation.
The ground was moving close to the off ramp and two signs were blinking in garish letters above the sections as they curved out of the docking bay and towards the bright lights and tall buildings visible in the distance. One sign said Food Lounge and the other said Main Street. Aiden looked around and saw more sections of moving ground and a myriad of other signs and noted the people or aliens stepping on them and being carried away to different locations. Following their example he stepped on the one nearest him which said main street and had to spend a couple moments regaining his balance as he promptly moved toward the entrance and out into the overwhelming city of Borka. Buildings so shiny they cast reflections like water even as they shone in vibrant colors of green and blue and purple and orange and red and every color you could imagine. Signs flickered, scrolled, shimmered and hovered everywhere telling passerby where they could get their next fortune, job, desirous items or the best time in their life. One could stand caught up in fascination forever and if the sidewalk hadn’t been moving Aiden would have caused the people behind him to crash into him.
As it was the movement pulled him out of his stupor in time to see what a sign that said ‘RAMSY’S FOOD AND DRINK step right in and experience the galaxy’. Curiosity stoked Aiden stepped off the moving ground and into the darkened interior of the hub. Alien voices murmured to each other from every direction and several entertainment centers stood out against the dark topaz and scarlet backdrop listing special events and bargains going on all over town. Their was a fruity smell that lingered in the air and reminded Aiden of the Pai fruit his mother used to make pies out of back home, the sweet yet tangy fruit that was purple in color and grew from trees. The air was somewhat stuffy and warmer than it was outside it brought to mind the caves where Iryan dragons hid during the night. The reminder that dangerous predators liked dark places made Aiden wary but he stayed relaxed as he made his way to the bar and spoke in the basic that the people over the intercom had used
“I am thirsty what do you sell here?”
The barkeeper a short woman that looked to be about five feet tall with savage orange eyes and spiked purple hair eyed him up and down before she plucked a menu out from under the bar and tossed it in front of him. Her skin tone was completely clear and held a messy reflection of everything around her and her nails resembled tiny mirrors. Inclining his head in thanks he looked at the glossy menu and felt a little lost, the flamboyant pictures seemed clear enough but he wasn’t sure how to read the words written underneath or beside them. The drinks all seemed unpronounceable and he didn’t know if would be able to drink anything without side affects.
“Do you have anything from Byre?”
he asked off-handedly already half sure of the answer. His home world was notorious for its seclusion although it did trade its unique wood and precious water that was the freshest and most expensive anywhere.
Bysen were renowned for being able to purify any water until it was the freshest, cleanest and healthiest in the galaxy. He had never seen the way they packaged the water though so he wouldn’t be able to recognize it. The barkeeper narrowed her eyes at him and then stabbed the menu with one pointed nail and said in a sibilant whisper
“What you’re looking for is right there mister.”
Her voice undulated through several wavelengths each undulation carrying a different inflection, one of annoyance, pity, arrogance, haughtiness and boredom. He looked back down at the menu and saw an orange bottle with Byre Water written in scrawling letters beside it that he hadn’t seen before.
“Thanks,”
he said his pupils had long since separated again so he didn’t need to raise his head to look at her since he was already looking at her, the menu, the empty stool next to him, the entertainment center to his left, and anything that moved all at the same time.
“Do you think I could have one of those?”
She grinned at him revealing tiny shark like teeth and tapped the counter between them
“you show me the credits and I’ll show you the water.”
He nodded the elders had warned him about this, in space his father had said people and aliens alike traded with what was called currency and if you didn’t have any than you didn’t get anything.
“No thanks” he said and pushed the menu towards her “maybe I’ll get some later.”
She snorted and her orange eyes flashing as she snatched it away from him with a flourish. (I’m done)
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/10/2008 4:52:41 PM
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Yari hummed to herself as she stepped off the newly docked cruiser and plunged into the flow of people.
She’d never been to Borka before, but she’d heard a little of it’s wonderous things. Food, in particular.
Her stomach rumbled and she patted it fondly. “In a moment you.” She mumbled, happy and content for the moment to stand and stare.
The structure was quite marvelous and with everyone bustling around, to and fro, it was quite the activity central she’d been craving.
The idea made her giggle and she tore her eyes away from the interesting architecture and back to the flow of people.
There were so many people.
A tiny fear sucked down her throat and she decided to swallow it, plunging headlong into the nearest corner.
Silence reigned for a millisecond and she took it to draw herself together.
Hunger pangs tugged and her stomach and she rifled through her messenger bag to find something to snack on.
The only practical choice was beast jerky and she gnawed on a slice, sniffing the air for something good to eat.
Delicious smells wafted through the air and she turned in the direction of food. It took her a few minutes to find the little booths that lined a busy walkway.
How curious.
She'd thought a big place like Borka would've had some fancy well-to-do eatery. Her stomach rumbled again and she silently willed it to stop.
The upper-class eateries were probably farther in, as it was, she didn't care too much as the last bite of jerky was swallowed in one gulp.
Standing in line behind a taller fellow, she waited until he'd ordered then politely tapped his elbow and asked what it was.
He'd stared at her for a moment as if she'd suddenly grown horns and then cautiously repeated the name.
Yari thanked him with a smile, stepping up to order two of the same. Making her way through the little vending booths, she filled her stomach and her bag with plenty of edibles to last her at least for a little while.
She sought another place of silence and finally headed towards the eating area with tables and chairs.
There was one empty table all the way in the shadowy corner of the room and for some reason, it wasn't taken.
Against her better judgment, she set her tray down and slid into the first seat. It didn't take long for her to relax and dig heartily into the food at hand. The stomach rumbles ceased and she happily licked her fingers in between of drumsticks.
No wonder Borka was so popular.
With food this good, who could possibly resist? Her appetite slowed enough for her to review the edibles she'd purchased. Jerky had been a must and some dried fruit and nut things, along with a few fried food balls, a delicacy introduced by her Tooleran friend.
A quick check of her credits showed that she had more than enough to carry her through at least for several weeks if she kept eating at the same rate and if the rooms here weren't too expensive. A delighted gurgle escaped as she spooned another forkful of steaming goodness into her mouth. Taking the temporary job had been great, now all she needed to was to find something to do.
The thought made her laugh and she hid the giggle in her sleeve to avoid drawing the stares of some of the elderly patrons. This was surely a most curious station.
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/12/2008 11:43:12 AM
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Rikku
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"Just tell me what it's going to cost me." Thea said flipping her long purple braid over her shoulder. She sat across from one of the best mechanics in the quadrant at ramsy's where she did most of her business deals. The food was good, and unlike most the places at Borka's it was not overpriced.
"It's not just about cost." said the man across from her, "I don't have the parts, they may not make them the way the Sheol was made, and she is a better then most..."
"Most?" Thea interrupted, "she's the best thing is the sky and you know that."
"But because they don't make it any more they don't make the parts, and i am out of salvages." he continued.
"Out of salvages? Pete, that’s how you make your living."
Pete polished off his drink and stood, "Look I got wind that there is some idiot that flew in a 4573 BEC (year) Skyhopper 360, that should have at least something i can use to make you ship Fly. You see if you can buy the thing from the owner and I'll see what i can do. you by the ship for me, I do the job and you leave the ship." Pete explained.
"What!" Thea yelled so everyone in the establishment could hear, "that is extortion!"
"That is business."
"I got a shipment to run, and I don't get paid till delivery, since when do you take advantage of me?" Thea asked. "I single handedly got you this prime spot, you have done all the work on my ship for half of what you'd charge other people, what is the deal?" Thea paused, "oh."
"Yeah," Pete said, "look Thea you are a great person, but your brother he pays better. I'm sorry but this is going to be the last job I do for you. I really shouldn't do it be i am going to."
thea drank her drink, "I understand business Pete, sorry you got in the middle of this." she put down her drink, "where can I find the owner?"
"supposedly he's a Bysen."
Thea shrugged, "shouldn't be hard to find, not many bysen's in Borka."
"I'll see you latter then." Pete said as he left.
Thea grunted in reply. she got up to pay off her tab. at the counter she over heard, the Marquee, OrPa say, "you show me the credits and I’ll show you the water.” Thea glanced over and there on the next bar stool was a Bysen, which she only knew by reputation sense she had never been to Byre. The Bysen answered, "no thanks, Maybe i'll get some later." the marquee huffed and walked off.
"Hey, OrPa," Thea said, "just put his drink on my tab, and bring me my usual."
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/12/2008 4:50:53 PM
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"Hey, OrPa," Thea said, "just put his drink on my tab, and bring me my usual."
Aiden watched as the flame eyed barkeeper transformed in front of his eyes, her disinterest and disdain dissipating like chaff on the wind of newfound interest. A suddenly friendly, easy air asserted itself around her as she met the gaze of the newcomer briefly before turning to find the drinks. His eyes swirling with wariness creating what could only be described as a speckled tornado in the green depths of his eyes he hooked both of his black boots around the bottom of the stool he had perched on and reviewed what he knew about the newcomer in his mind. Appearance wise she brought to mind the vibrantly colored birds of his planet, chyrralls is what they were called. They could be found every morning shooting eerie whistles back and forth to each other and stealing branches off of the roofs of his tribe's homes. Her hair was long and a startling hue of purple, the braided strands shone faintly as they curved around each other. It clashed fiercely with her bright emerald eyes that were a clearer shade then his own and brought to mind sunlight striking the leaves on the upper most branches of the trees on his home planet.
They just barely out shone her trench coat though the slightly plastic tenure to the material making it gleam as though recently polished and captured slivers of light wound their way over it whenever she shifted in her seat. Even though if they both were standing her head would be roughly under his shoulders she did not give the impression of slightness, the easy bouncy manner in which she moved spoke of coordination and agility born of someone who knew what their body was capable of. Her black shirt and baggy pants seemed like camouflage in their own way giving her a comfortable relaxed look that contrasted with her energetic movements and sleek coat. Lastly her boots were bright orange and stood out in their own right; they were the first thing that had caught his awareness as she had moved into his line of sight to pay for her earlier drink. They emphasized her lightness of foot and if one watched them long enough you could get a good idea of how she moved. The only outward menacing feature about he were her gloves and that was where most of his attention came to rest, the slender fingers were incased in black leather with tiny sharp looking metal spikes on the knuckles. All this was capped off by the quick smile she threw his way as she sat next to him. All of his observations had taken a mere second to list themselves in his mind and he contemplated his response to her unexpected gesture.
On his home world buying anything for anyone else who was not of the opposite sex was considered an insult to them, his culture had the mindset if you couldn't get it yourself you either didn't need it or didn't deserve it. Charity was unheard of, or hidden under the guise of insult. Some instinct though told him she hadn't meant it that way, whether it was the openness of her eyes or the innocence in her quick smile which was devoid of any hint of a malicious sneer he didn't know. Leaning slightly back in his chair and dropping his right hand onto the wooden canteen that was filled with the very water she had just bought for him he tilted his head in her direction his range of vision circling outward to catch sight of the man she had been sitting with earlier as he paused outside of the clear doors of the hub and then stepped onto a moving sidewalk. After assuring himself no one was looking their direction or close enough to warrant his attention he focused his gaze on her his pupils coalescing into one again. His ears picked up the soft whoosh of the hub's door as it floated shut again providing a barrier against the noise from main street that would have been imperceptible to any one else in the room. He would have to maneuver carefully because political and social jungles were unknown to him.
Being aware of your surroundings was mandatory for survival in the jungles back home and he had been discreetly listening to the various conversations going on around him since he came in. He had first picked up on her when she had exclaimed "What!" and then "that is extortion!" from then on the conversation had taken a decidedly interesting turn. "Supposedly he's a Bysen." And then from her "Shouldn't be hard to find, not many bysen's in Borka." It hadn't been all that hard to figure out that she was interested in him apparently she had to do a job and it concerned him and extortion but since he didn't know what the later meant he wasn't sure how his foreknowledge could help him. Judging from the inflection in her voice when she had said the word it wasn't good. All this brought him back to the water that OrPa had just set down in front of him and the strange slightly misty drink she pushed in the newcomer's general direction. He kept his gaze focused on the newcomer with difficulty the urge to look at the water was almost overwhelming, he could almost see it shimmering in his peripheral vision the condensation forming rainbow drops that would run in cool rivulets down the sides of the clear glass bottle. Frost tinged moisture whose frigid perfection called to him in gentle brushes of cool air from the counter. Swallowing convulsively he spoke his voice deep, yet smooth carrying a finality in its depths that spoke of thunder as his pupils shivered, threatening to separate and increase his range of vision to include the Byre water.
"Thank you…I'm afraid I am unaccustomed to strangers paying for something that by all rights I should have been able to afford myself." He felt sure that if he had been given the chance to put his formidable mind to the matter than he would have been able to acquire currency easily enough, but it might have taken some time. He continued voicing the required words without the trepidation or venom that usually came with them in similar circumstances on Byre. The kind of circumstances that led to tribe wars and death matches "I appear to be in your debt, if there is any way I can redeem myself please enlighten me so I can be your equal again." The words flowed easily out of him and he felt a strange feeling to be saying them to a female, especially one not of his species and yet feel no shame or anger. "By the way my name is Aiden" he added as an afterthought, the words that made them strangers no more and then he waited to see if his second live contact with a species not his own would be disastrous or beneficial.
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/13/2008 3:13:20 AM
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savedbygrace45
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This is not part of the story but can someone tell me what an rpg is?
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/14/2008 11:03:59 AM
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Savedbygrace45-an RPG is a Role-Playing-Game. Click this link to go the thread with the out of RP conversation. Roleplay Thread
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Yari stiffened as slight p.r.i.ckles ran up and down her neck, ending with a tingling feeling in her toes.
That wasn’t right.
No. It was far from right.
She reached up with one hand as if adjusting one of her three sparkling studs. Instead, she sent her gaze in rapid-fire snapshots around the room.
When she took her next bite of lunch, her mind reviewed the bits and pieces she’d seen.
It hadn’t been a public seating area after all.
She’d been inside a place called Ramsy’s and someone there was as nervous as she was to scan the room before doing something.
Something.
Yari stifled a shudder.
Her mother had always called it her sixth sense, the ability to feel another’s eyes on you.
Yari was convinced it was merely a way of living. If your life were to be always constantly in danger, surely you would pick up the imperceptible signs of things like a stranger’s gaze.
The p.rick.l.e feeling faded enough for her to continue eating, but this time, her ears remained pric.k.ed up and alert for anything that felt wrong.
Eating had lost all enjoyment as she continued to methodically stuff her mouth until her container was empty. The delicious smells and flavors had watered down to nothing but the taste of flat gravy.
Yari sighed. She’d eaten enough to keep her going for a little, but wandering around would be out of the question.
“A place to stay, something to do and food to eat.” She ticked off the necessities on her fingers. The words were whispered softly as she folded the disposable carton into an interesting shape.
She wondered what to do with it and then if there was a recycling receptacle about the place.
The pric.k.l.ing feeling resurfaced and Yari stifled a groan. It wasn’t her imagination overreacting, it was her blades.
Cradling her left wrist in her right hand, she gently massaged the joint with her right thumb. The veins were slightly swollen, but passable.
She’d need to use some energy soon and quick so her hands wouldn’t be sore for the next few weeks.
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/14/2008 1:18:05 PM
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Thea was caught off guard by Aiden's response. Granted her friend Cinnamon had always said she was too forward, but then Cinnamon had the ability to stop a man dead in his tracks with just one look. she leand back in her seat and Covered her mouth as she giggled. "Wow, you're really green aren’t you." she motioned for OrPa again, "Orpa I'm going to need some Chile cheese fries, with extra cheese, and sour cream."
Thea stat back up to take a drink of her Nelesken coffee, not quite as good as Nehim's but Ramsey’s was a good substituted. "I did not mean to offend, belittle, or challenge you, there are a mired of reasons why I might buy you a drink."
OrPa brought in the huge plate of fries covered with Ramsy's signature Chile, smothered with creamy cheese sauce, and topped with sour cream. "Are you going to want pie as well?" OrPa asked,
"The jury is still out on that." Thea answered with a smile then turned her attention back to Aiden. "Aiden I am Thea," Thea decided that this greenie might benefit from a little information about the morays of the space culture presided to explain. "I could have bought you a drink, as an attempt to get you to let your guard down wail I pick your pockets, or to initiate flirting, or just to be nice, or because I have never been to Byre, nor met someone from byre, or as a nice gesture to begin a business transaction. You are in no way in my debt or not my equal, except maybe in experience." she jabbed her fork into the fries and took a bite, "In this particular case, I am simply wondering if you might be the owner of a skyhopper 360, year 4573, BEC of course."
Thea was so engrossed in the conversation she was having that she had let her guard down. A tall man with blue black hair walked into the cafe, he wore almost all black and he was mostly topless to show off the multiple tattoos he sported. "Are you sure she is here?" he said silently into his communicator. "Never mind." he spotted his sister at the counter talking to of all people a Bysen. he went to an empty table to wait. Wail he waited he scanned the room, looking for something that might amuse him till his sister was done with the Bysen. There seated alone was something that caught his eye. She was petit which was always a plus on his list, her clothing gave the greatest hint to the shape of her body. He felt his game come on as he picked her out of the room to be the mouse to his cat. she had a scar which could mean she might be a little more worldly then she appeared, but the coat she had with her was several sizes to big which could also point that she might still have some child hood naivety left. Either way it might be a nice distraction before he dealt with Thea. He flagged down a waitress and slipped her a crisp twenty credit note.
The waitress then went to the girl seated in the back corner and put a drink on the table, "this is from that gentleman over there." the waitress left.
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/15/2008 10:22:16 AM
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Yari stared at the waitress and then at the drink.
By the time she looked up again, the waitress had left and she found herself staring across the room into a pair of startlingly green eyes.
She blinked.
Her mouth opened and shut as her cautious mind set to work.
The last time anyone had bought her a drink….she licked her lips....there hadn’t been a last time.
Her gaze swept the room briefly and then skittered across her benefactor again. Apart from green eyes, he seemed to favor a unique look, as his upper body proudly displayed an assortment of tattoos.
Yari willed her lips to curve into a smile of thanks as she dipped her head to show her appreciation.
Raising the cup to her lips, her eyes flickered to the surface of the brew and then back up. There didn’t seem to be anything floating on top, at least nothing that could hint towards the purity, or lack of it.
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/16/2008 9:11:37 PM
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"Wow, you're really green aren't you?" the newcomer replied and motioned for OrPa again leaving Aiden to ponder her meaning. He didn't look green...or feel green...he didn't really understand what she meant. Drawing his brows together and wrinkling his nose he listened as she continued unfazed with his lack of response "I did not mean to offend, belittle, or challenge you, there are a myriad of reasons why I might buy you a drink." He opened his mouth and then shut it, reaching instead for the tempting water sitting in front of him. He was going to need something cool to keep up with her. Spearing the lid with one black talon he wrenched it off and then everything faded out for a moment as he brought the bottle to his lips and drained it in one gulp. There was no moisture on the bottle when he set it back down one moment the water had been to the brim the next gone into the vacumn he opened up inside of him. The liquid spread to every single pore (more later)
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/21/2008 11:55:33 AM
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thea continued to eat her fries waiting for a responce and then said, " so are you?"
on the other side of the little cafe Thom to the smile from the strange Girl as a sign to continue and went over to the table. "you know It really is not right for a women to drink alone. Might i join you?"
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/21/2008 5:28:54 PM
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Pulling his attention away from the water flooding through him (think tree and roots) he frowned at Thea and settled for the simplest answer "Aye, why it doesn't fly very well?"
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/22/2008 10:56:18 AM
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Yari swallowed the next mouthful, trying not to choke on it. The guy had actually smiled and crossed the room to join her.
"u-uh, sure." She stammered. "I-if you really want to."
Oh great, way to go Yari. That was really smooth. I bet he thinks you're a little kid now!
A tinge of pink flushed her cheeks. "Thanks...for the drink I mean." She took another sip. "You must be from around here...right?"
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/22/2008 1:15:58 PM
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Thom Smiled as he sat, the waitress brought him a drink. His ego was tickled that he had made her blush, "Your welcome, and I guess you could say I am here quite often, but my home is in Utopia." he took a drink of the frothy bear the waitress had brought to him, "what about you are you from this quadrent?"
"Aye, why it doesn't Fly very well?" Adien answered.
"I want to buy it from you, I am prepard to pay 30,000 credits for it, well more then it is worth." thea said, continuing to eat her fries.
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/23/2008 5:12:42 PM
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Aiden felt his hair rustle slightly as he thought over what Thea was offering him, currency in trade for freedom. He had no idea how much 30,000 credits would be worth and whether it would be enough to acquire another, better ship. He had two questions that he wanted to ask but he wasn't sure which one he should ask first. "How much would my ship normally be worth?" he said curiousity taking over and making the decision for him, he would ask both and go from there "and why would you want it?" No, he decided he actually had three questions but he would start with these two first, reaching upwards he fingered the acorn hanging from its chain. It hummed softly and vibrated against his fingers and he felt a smile pull at him.
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/24/2008 5:02:54 PM
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Yari smiled into her cup.
So this was what it was like to meet a near native. Near because he lived in somewhere called Utopia, a place she might have heard of, but didn't know. He did say that he frequented here quite often. That was good. It was always good to know someone in the area.
She took another sip to stall before answering his question. It could be easy enough to just make up a story of some sort and throw it out there, after all, she'd known him for all of maybe a handful of minutes put together, but still....maybe if it was vaguely along the lines of her own fuzzy truth, it might work.
"Actually, I am a visitor." She offered a quick smile. "Just passing through sort of." She nodded towards the discarded wrapper she'd been playing with. "My stomach told me to stop."
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/25/2008 2:01:28 PM
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Thea smiled at aiden's questions, "well maybe you aren't as green as i thought." she put down the Fork on the empty plate, "Skyhoopers are classics from the golden era, same as my ship, but thier engines were never worth the up keep, now you say it doesn't fly well, but that is to be expected. to be honest I'd have to see it before i said exactly how much it is worth, and to tell you the truth a skyhooper is only worth it's interchangable parts, salvager would probably open with an offer of 15,000, and be willing to pay up to 25,000. So I make my opening offer 30,000. the question is not really what the ship is worth, it is about what the ship is worth to you and what it is worth to me, why do i want it, well, that is my buisness."
OrPa brought in some pie, "Orpa I did not ask for pie yet."
"I know,"Orpa said, "but turn around."
"why?" thea turned and there was the one person that Thea had never wanted to see again, "oh Ga-su." she cracked her knuckles and then said to aiden, "I gotta take care of something, Be right back." she got up and headed over to the table where Her brother was making his move on some innocent creature.
"No Brawling in my place."
Thea waved to acknowledge the statment.
"a visitor Huh?" he laughed at her joke about her stomic telling her to stop. "well this is a great place to fine good food." he leaned in on the table, "In fact i know the cheif at the best Resterant in the Borka space port, would you like to join me tonight for dinner?"
a hand smacked down on his shoulder, "Thom, Never could keep it in your pants could you?" she looked over at the young women across the table, "My brother isn't bothering you at all is he?"
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/27/2008 4:38:08 PM
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Battle-hardened talons scraped down the almost invisible wood grain in the seedling hanging around his neck and felt vibrations as though some minuscule claws where scraping along the inside of their prison. Thea's voice intruded into the sound filled air like a warm knife carving deceptively fast through soft butter. "Well maybe you aren't as green as I thought." He leaned slightly back in his chair his toes tightening in his boots to compensate for the shift of weight. It was doubtless even a mighty blow from the claw of an Iryan dragon would have been able to shift him off of the glossy metal stool. His grip was filled with the tenacity of a tree clinging to the side of a cliff and his strength was similar to the mighty branches of the trees in Byre that withstood the weather and lightning that scarred his land in monsoon season. Her clear voice was unique; its soft tones subtly different and possessing qualities that he hadn't thought possible. The women on his home planet could reach the highest and lowest note in the human hearing and beyond with perfect symmetry and perfection. Her voice seemed rougher somehow, full of emotion and it held a bite at the end of each word and a low growl under her intonations. It fascinated him and he could listen to the variances that layered each word her lips formed air around that hinted of her personality and humanness forever and never lose his wonder.
"Skyhoppers are classics from the golden era, same as my ship, but their engines were never worth the up keep, now you say it doesn't fly well, but that is to be expected. to be honest I'd have to see it before I said exactly how much it is worth, and to tell you the truth a skyhopper is only worth it's interchangeable parts, salvager would probably open with an offer of 15,000, and be willing to pay up to 25,000. So I make my opening offer 30,000. The question is not really what the ship is worth, it is about what the ship is worth to you and what it is worth to me, why do I want it, well, that is my business."
He caught her smile out of the corner of his eye and his irises swirled in her direction in time to catch her slender fingers releasing the fork handled which landed on the empty plate with a slight clink that he followed with his ears as it ricocheted around the room way under the average human's hearing with amusement. It would probably frighten non-Bysen's to know how much noise they really made and how long it took for the trails of sound to finally die away, how easy it could be to track someone by the tendrils of lingering echoes. He processed the information that she gave to him, disregarding the parts he did not understand and storing them away for future reference. One thing was certain he was not going to climb back into his ship for another harrowing ride through hyperspace so it was basically useless to him anyway. His hair rustled slightly at the memory of that experience, one he hoped he would never have to go through again. But before he made his final decision there was still one more question he wanted answered, and he figured that his next action would hinge on the answer. But before he could say anything Orpa laid a pie in front of Thea.
"Orpa I did not ask for pie yet." Instincts honed in the dank jungles of Byre crawled to life and tingled under his claws at the puzzlement in Thea's voice, something…wasn't…right…something had changed. He suddenly felt as though someone held a knife to his back and his hair gave a tremulous rustle as the feeling that he had missed something important intensified. "I know," Orpa said, "but turn around." Before Thea's confused "why?" had reached the barkeepers ears he was already turning using the counter under his left hand as leverage as he spun the top of the stool until he was facing the interior of the pub. He saw nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that sparked the danger sense that had pervaded the air around him making it hard to breathe… Certainly nothing that warranted Thea's "oh Ga-su!" as she swiveled in her seat as well her features hardening into what could only be described as a blank mask, devoid of the emotion that sparked behind her eyes like lightning. His gaze flickered from the eerie cracking sounds her knuckles made as she crunched her hands together determination radiating from the movement as well as resigned anger, to the man her gaze was directed at. His eyes narrowed in appreciation when he realized she had more control of her emotions than he thought, because when she bit out "I gotta take care of something, be right back." She managed to keep the snarl out of her voice and buried under brisk civility. He leaned back bracing his back against the cool hardness of the counter top behind him his right elbow hooked on its edge and his left hand dangling off of his left leg, fingers gently waving in the open air between his knees the claws easily apparent and making slight grinding sounds as they rubbed softly together.
"In fact I know the chief at the best Restaurant in the Borka space port, would you like to join me tonight for dinner?"
He didn't need to tilt his head to catch the all to familiar but unmistakably masculine voice coming from the stranger in question and eyes dilating and coalescing into one pupil he drew his lips back from his teeth as he registered two things at the same time. One was that while this man was unwelcome by Thea he was related to her somehow as evident by the tenure in his voice as he spoke. Two…he closed his eyes briefly as the echoes of the man's voice reverberated in his head:
"Are you sure she is here? Never mind."
Doing some quick calculations he deduced that the man must have been standing a mere three feet away from him and he hadn't even been aware of a potential threat. Apparently the dangers of space were stealthier than the familiar and known threat of the forests of Byre and required him to be alert to even the smallest sign of danger if he wanted to survive. Thea confirmed what he had already guessed when she slapped her hand down on the strangers shoulder hard enough to make Aiden's claws twitch in sympathy her voice scathing in its mockery "Thom, Never could keep it in your pants could you?" she looked over at the young women across the table, "My brother isn't bothering you at all is he?" The animosity he could sense arcing between them reminded him of Arian and Varian, brother and sister who had been born into different tribes. They had never stopped being rivals, always competing against each other stopping short only of killing the other. Sibling rivalry was something that although it might hold violence was left alone by anyone unrelated. The last place anyone would want to be was in between two siblings while they were fighting, it was suicidal. They were close enough to know how to hurt each other and yet of a same enough mind to know the others cunning. It could be vicious the bond of family did not always link individuals together as it should.
His attention was wrenched away from the duo as a danger far more potent then them, entered their small pub. The image that was burned in his memory was enough to give little Bysen children nightmares at night and radiated danger. Every single one of his muscles tensed involuntarily and Aiden let his elbow slide off the edge of the counter as he straightened and leaned slightly forward at the same time his eyes still frothy green and singularly focused.
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Cyrral paused and savored the suddenly hushed atmosphere that had descended over the pub like a dismal storm cloud. He felt his jaw expand slightly and then contract with the thought that he had taken everyone unawares the tension was almost palatable. He imagined if he had been able to taste it, the taste would resemble meat so tender that it almost fell off the bone and doused in zingy Ternisha sauce. His jowls moistened just thinking of his version of the perfect meal and he distracted himself by removing his dulled war helmet, worn more for intimidation than protection as he had never let anyone get near enough to his head to do any serious damage. His blackened braided hair hung in spiky ropes around the back of his head thick gold bands two to each rope of hair provided decoration and heralded his status. They represented his kills and his rank as commander. Power and fear were like aphrodisiacs to him and he reveled in invading the pubs and houses that were full of people who made it a habit to avoid the rightful rulers of the galaxy. Just let someone try to defy his wishes or challenge him for the right of command he would welcome it, but the sniveling idiots had no courage. He was more likely to be hit by a drunk in the bowels of the spaceport than find someone who would even hold his gaze in this out of the way tavern full of weaklings. He could feel his fighting prowess becoming dulled even as he took satisfaction from the uneasiness shadowing the faces of those who were now trapped in the pub with a Parnassian. His alertness had been dulled by the tedium of enforcing law on the weak minded so the very alert, defiant gaze that locked with his on his second sweep of the interior hit him with enough force to expel the air out of his lungs. His black eyes burned into the fire filled green ones and met a will strong enough to cause him to tighten his grip on his helmet.
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RE: writtersroundtable's rpg - 1/28/2008 12:24:32 PM
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