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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 18, 2019 0:50:05 GMT -5
[ i havent done a group rp in ages lol so i'm not used to making forms anymore. but thanks! i probs will once i figure out where to situate him. i'll work on my droid...eventually]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 18, 2019 1:00:29 GMT -5
[ d e a t h ]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 18, 2019 1:01:39 GMT -5
[I've watched just the first ep so far- it's really good and I'm enjoying it lol and just plays into my love for characters in armor (Boba and Jango Fett were always cool af). If you don't want to watch it on disney+, try fmovies.to if you have a reliable adblocker ;^)]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 18, 2019 1:05:40 GMT -5
[ I'm just surprised it's taken this long for them to do a live-action tv series for Star Wars tbh but I'm glad we've got a sort of antihero main character and not another Jedi. and no prob ;^) fmovies has been p reliable for just about everything it's where I watch all my crap- ofc you have to wait awhile for movies that aren't camrips but eh that's how it is everywhere. but the mandalorian is on there ]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 18, 2019 1:12:24 GMT -5
[ i feel that lol I'm always wary of streaming sites but I can attest to it being clean so far- tho i do have two layers of adblock and antivirus 😂 you should be alright though. no prob! n me too- i dont even care if its a cash grab as long as its good lol ]
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2019 1:31:17 GMT -5
bby boi. imma kidnap he. anyways imma read that starter n uh... probably not respond atm since I got an animation idle cycle to do LUL
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Post by The Blue Adept on Nov 18, 2019 1:39:52 GMT -5
[ mood tho im waiting to watch the rest with my dad when i go home for thanksgiving break. we just love the good content.
kidnap him??? do not-]
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2019 1:45:09 GMT -5
is too bad. i'mma adopt him.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 18, 2019 1:46:47 GMT -5
(I’ve seen both episodes of the Mandalorian and it’s so good, I’m really excited to see where they go with this!)
(Also I’m gonna read the starter and then I should be able to get something up for Kagami tomorrow, I’m gonna make her a little layout thing)
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2019 1:47:46 GMT -5
God damn, y'all making me wanna see it real bad now. I'mma... watch it after I write my paper tomorrow orz
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 18, 2019 1:49:10 GMT -5
(It’s really good! Even my mom (who isn’t big on Star Wars) really enjoyed it, definitely worth the watch)
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2019 1:52:24 GMT -5
Will do, I've been dying to watch something and too lazy to try to revisit The Blacklist from where I've left off and since it's only a few episodes in... it certainly is more bite sized.]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 18, 2019 1:59:41 GMT -5
◌ SAGA SIGURðARDÓTTIR ◌
NORWAY // early eveningSaga Sigurðardóttir pulled up hard on the yoke before her, and the X-wing fighter responded in kind; the aircraft’s nose pitched upward, and the vehicle rapidly began to gain altitude. Saga’s gloved hands were closed tight around the handles of the air-ship’s yoke, silver-blue eyes focused beyond the glass in front of her. She wore the typical headset, although it was far smaller than most worn by the troops that couldn’t use the Force. Saga could, and as a result had insisted on a smaller, less bulky headset – and her wish had been granted. It consisted of a band that sat atop her head, with another that wrapped halfway around her forehead, securing the contraption to her head, as well as two ear-phones and a microphone situated on a moveable piece. She could hear the roar of countless orders being spat down the communication lines – they were a constant buzz in the back of her mind – but she ignored it. Sure, the chief would be pissed later, but Saga didn’t much care, as absorbed as she was in the moment.
She could feel the ebb and flow of the Force, could feel it twist and roil and thrash about in the presence of both other Force users, and those who made up the Roman Empire’s army that was flooding the skies around her home. Her silver-blue gaze darted about the sky, searching for an enemy, but her attention was abruptly drawn by a quiver in the Force announcing the arrival of some other ship, growing dangerously near hers. Instinctively, Saga pulled back hard on the yoke again and rotated it nearly ninety degrees to the right, causing the X-wing to pitch up into a steep right turn. The altimeter before her illustrated the sharp pitch of the turn, but Saga ignored it, and ignored the buzzing in the headset around her head. The tie fighter that had come dangerously close to striking her own ship when streaking by with a loud wail, before it pitched up and executed a 180-degree flip, closing in on Saga again. She flexed her fingers, and smiled slightly. As the tie fighter drew closer it opened fire, the harsh glare of laser fire flashing across her vision. Saga sank into her instincts, into the Force, and let go. She pushed the yoke forward and instructed the X-wing to perform a dazzling barrel roll followed by a wide loop, placing her behind the tie fighter. “Sjáumst í helvíti,” she spat at the enemy ship, before her X-wing’s instruments got a lock on the tie fighter. Her right pointer finger slid over to the trigger situated on the yoke and she depressed it. Instantly, the X-wing’s guns fired, and fired true; the tie fighter fell from the sky in a screaming, wailing, smoking heap. She felt another ripple through the Force that told her whoever was piloting that particular ship was no longer among the living. “Megir þú ganga slóð hinna látnu og finna frið,” she murmured in a quick prayer, before losing herself back in the battle.
Saga’s piloting skills were nearly second to none; given that she was a Force user, it also meant she had a bit of a boost in terms of base ability. Force users always made the best pilots; it had something to do with their ability to react faster, and more accurately, than others. Her X-wing, painted in swaths of gold and black and silver, whirled through the sky like a bird of prey. Its wings opened and closed, spreading from two to four several times, at strategic moments. Sometimes they’d slam shut, allowing Saga to squeeze the ship through a narrow gap between other ships, before springing back open into the appropriate battle position. The battle was short and bloody, as fierce as any Saga had lived through, before the Roman ships were jumping to light-speed in a desperate escape. She shouted the name of one of her gods in victory, before she once again turned the yoke to bring her X-wing back to her home base. The aircraft’s nose tilted in the appropriate direction, bringing it bout in a wide circle until it was facing home. Moments later, she killed the thrust and brought the ship in for a smooth landing. Its landing gear deployed, reverse-thrusters fired, and the X-wing touched down. Saga removed her headset and placed it over the yoke, unstrapped herself, and climbed out of the cockpit. The droid that had been attached to her ship, helping to maintain its firing mechanisms, beeped and chirped as it, too, touched down on the ground again. Once Saga’s boots made contact with the earth again, she breathed a soft sigh. Going up into the sky was always exhilarating, and she wouldn’t change what she did for the world, but sometimes it was nerve-racking and rather exhausting. There was a certain amount of relief that came with being grounded again.
Saga ran a hand through her blond hair, glancing about. From her count they’d taken out three of the Roman ships, but she couldn’t be sure how many of theirs had been lost. The Romans had been hammering them for a while now, but they always run away with their tail between their legs. Saga snorted. Good; it served them right. She strode from the landing strip, heading for the wide longhouse that served as the heart of the chief’s territory. Adorned with several hearths, it served as the perfect meeting place for the chief to hold court, host feasts and rule his clan. All of the clan’s members would travel her at least once a year for the Althing, as well as the chiefs of several other clans. Henrik’s clan was perhaps the largest, and the most powerful. Usually, the Althing was held on neutral territory, but some time ago Henrik had refused to leave his own clan’s grounds and had insisted the others come to him. Surprisingly, they had, but Saga figured it was because most people feared Henrik. Once, he was a rather distinguished warrior; now he was a bitter old man too afraid to leave his walls. Outside the entrance, Saga paused; reflexively she made sure her favored weapon, the light-saber she’d built herself a few years ago, was still in its holster, safe at her hip. She never went near Henrik without it, considering she didn’t particularly trust him – not with the clan’s best interest. Henrik cared about only a few things in his life, and Saga didn’t rank the clan – or her people – high among them.
She stepped into the longhouse, silver-blue eyes blinking a few times to adjust to the change in light. She found Henrik, where she usually did, and inclined her head in greeting. “My lord, we’ve chased them off. Again.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 18, 2019 2:00:15 GMT -5
(I get that, I’ve got a whole list of shows and stuff I want go watch but then I get lazy and don’t want to start something with multiple seasons or a lot of episodes and just, never watch it)
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 18, 2019 2:32:18 GMT -5
That's a whole damn mood. I got some films I've been putting on the backburner because motivation who? Don't know her.
That said, can I steal the post formatting y'all are using lol I'm too lazy to nab one of the old ones to write a reply later on down the road.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 18, 2019 8:02:26 GMT -5
( yea you can lol )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 18, 2019 14:00:24 GMT -5
( bleh )
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ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Nov 19, 2019 0:40:43 GMT -5
◌ SIGNY FARGRIM ◌
NORWAY // early evening“This goblet has been passed down for eight generations,” droned Signy’s step-mother. It was late in the day, and the young Jedi mind was straying from her weaving.
“Hm?” she murmured. “Oh, yes. I know that. It was gifted to King Paks after he slayed the last sea dragon of the north.” She rattled off the story, one which she’d heard a hundred times before. It was her father who had told it to her first, but that was many years ago. Her green eyes flicked over to the goblet. It glittered in the filtered light of the great hall; intricate patterns of multicolored games patterned its surface. Her step-mother was polishing its lip in preparation for the night’s impending feast.
Signy looked to her step-mother, Thyri, whom she had known for most of her life, and smiled warmly. “Sorry, I’m a bit distracted. I should check in on father, see how he’s treating the returning warriors.”
Thyri eyed her wryly. “Looks like it’s been a productive afternoon,” she teased, following Signy’s gaze down to her still unfinished embroidery. The young jedi’s features reddened apologetically. “It’s alright, I’ll ask one of the younger girls to finish it,” said Thyri. “Go on then.”
Signy kissed her step-mother's cheek then untangled herself from her work. Nearly tripping over her skirts, she excused herself from the table and ran off to find her father. She supposed he would be in his throne room. That was where he met with the generals after every battle. Signy tried to be there whenever she could, in an effort to quell his unpredictable moods. She strode down the hall, smoothing down her skirts. Her suspicion was confirmed by the booming sound of her father’s voice.
As Signy entered the throne room, her pale eyes surveyed the solemn company. Her father’s shouts filled the large space like crackling embers. Three young pilots knelt before the throne, eyes trained on the floor. “So I’m supposed to believe that they just got away?” snarled Henrik. In his throne, he looked older than he really was. His back was hunched, his weight leaned awkwardly against one of the arms of his ancient chair. Two blankets were piled on his lap, meant to disguise the unnatural bowing of his legs, an injury from years ago which never quite healed. Signy made her way to his side, unassumingly dropping into the stool beside his throne.
“We could have cost them many more ships if but one of you displayed some valor! We are Vikings! Not pitiful babes pawing at their mother's skirts!” Her father’s scolding broke off only as he fell into a violent fit of coughing. Signy eyed him, features unreadable. She placed her hand on his forearm in an effort to calm him.
When she looked up, she noticed that a fourth pilot had entered the room. Another woman, a young human by the name of Saga. Signy knew her by name, but not well beyond that.
When Henrik spotted the newcomer, his aged face contorted with disgust. “Another one comes crawling back with nothing to show of the struggle. Girl, where is the blood you shed for your chieftain? Point out to me the wounds you sustained in the battle. Now! I'm waiting!”
Signy’s grip tightened around her father’s forearm. Her brows knit, aghast puzzlement coloring her expression. “Father,” she pleaded softly. “These warriors fought hard for our cause. The Romans lost four ships to our one. Surely we should count that as a success.”
Henrik flinched, tugging his arm away from his daughter. He looked to his two guards who stood at the door. “Confiscate their ships,” he demanded. “This cowards are useless to me.”
“Father!” exclaimed Signy, her voice slightly louder now. “That’s unfair!” Her words did nothing to halt the guards, who strode across the floor to demand the keys from the stunned pilots. Signy crouched before her father, demanding his gaze. “Call them off. Please.”
Henrik scowled. His face was splotchy and red, partly from anger and partly from sickness. He reeked of disease. “You dare raise your voice against me,” he spat. He looked down upon his daughter with none of the tenderness she had once known. He was a stranger to her. “Get out of my sight. All of you.”
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 19, 2019 14:52:29 GMT -5
( henlo )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 20, 2019 19:30:43 GMT -5
[ *crickets* ]
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Nov 21, 2019 5:33:41 GMT -5
hope y'all are doing good, i'm just biding my time. got an exam tomorrow, waiting for break to get some free time to write and draw orz
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