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  • Scout: I keep looking at Scoro's texts like "Wait I didn't write that"
    Today at 07:47:39 AM
  • Scoro: Good to see you around Caliope.  Glad I am welcome here as well.
    Today at 01:28:21 AM
  • Caliope: love your workd Guys and Gals keep it up :)
    March 17, 2018, 11:46:14 PM
  • Scout: Hooray!
    March 17, 2018, 08:54:06 PM
  • PurpleRiver: Okay, okay - if Clare gives the go-ahead, I'll bring Lucky to Mischief as a surprise former crewman of Tara's!
    March 17, 2018, 08:34:37 PM
  • Tarintino Quin: I'm back doods :^)
    March 17, 2018, 08:19:28 PM
  • RUNE: Thank you! I have created the subaccount and will get my playby claim up once i'm home from work. Looking forward to getting started!
    March 17, 2018, 10:54:02 AM
  • PurpleRiver: Welcome Amorru (RUNE) and Charity (Lomari) to the 'verse! Have fun!
    March 17, 2018, 10:11:13 AM
  • RUNE: Phew. Amorru Reyes app ia complete
    March 17, 2018, 12:51:01 AM
  • Scout: Mattie will probably be happy to see him, not that she'll admit it :D
    March 16, 2018, 09:03:14 PM
  • Scout: Aeww yeah
    March 16, 2018, 09:00:57 PM
  • PurpleRiver: *sheepish*
    March 16, 2018, 08:25:58 PM
  • PurpleRiver: Yeah...
    March 16, 2018, 08:25:52 PM
  • Rolemancer: I see LUCKY! :D
    March 16, 2018, 08:25:43 PM
  • Freya: :|
    March 16, 2018, 08:05:23 PM
  • PurpleRiver: I went back and read up about Lucky's adventures on the Archive site and I'd completely forgotten he worked with Chris & Addison on Solace. Is that a part of Chris & Addison's backstory here?
    March 16, 2018, 11:47:00 AM
  • Scout: I for one would love to see the continuing adventures of Grumpy Cat and Lucky Duck
    March 15, 2018, 10:27:01 AM
  • Scout: But you should consider bringing Lucky back! If you feel like, of course
    March 15, 2018, 10:24:00 AM
  • Scout: 'tis the dilemma
    March 15, 2018, 10:23:16 AM
  • PurpleRiver: Then again, if I did have more characters, maybe I would check in more regularly because I would know its more likely to have somewhere to post...
    March 15, 2018, 10:17:23 AM

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« Last post by RUNE on Today at 02:38:41 PM »
Aye aye, Cap'n. I'll edit Amorru's first post shortly!

Also as a side note, I want to say thanks to DesertPuma for the kind words and recommendation! Really digging everyone's posts, and thanks again to Role for giving me the opportunity to join the crew. I look forward to wherever this thread is headed!
Classifieds / Re: PILOT WANTED!
« Last post by Jax on Today at 01:48:33 PM »
Jax opens the message, he had been hoping to find a pilot to free him up from those particular duties.

"Lissen, don't know what you're doing and don't particularly care. If you need a pilot I'm your man. You need somebody knows how to use a blade, I can do that too. Don't give half a hump 'bout anything but flyin' and fightin', but I got your back long as you got mine. Just don't expect me to go crawlin' around your engine room or diggin' out any lead and it'll be nice 'n' shiny."

Jax listened to Reyes' message with stunned amazement. "Did I sound like that when I was just a pup?" He thought to himself. He replayed the message to Abigail. "Sounds just like the fellow we need." Jax quickly responded directing where the young 'Hotshot' can meet them.

Mischief OOC / Re: General Chit Chat
« Last post by Rolemancer on Today at 01:23:44 PM »
I vote for jumping past the repairs and get us flying. The plan is to head to Santo and pick up Drogo, Santo is near Persephone. We can go with Mattie joining us on Constance and she has word that Lucky is in trouble on Persephone and requires assistance ASAP! 

Some how Tara talks the Mischief crew into helping. ;)

« Last post by Rolemancer on Today at 01:17:49 PM »
Hey Crew!

Just noticed a little thing. It seems only Rune and myself are using Color Text for speaking while everyone is is just using Bold Text. I like the Bold so I went and edited my posts to match everyone else's. So Rune if you don't mind doing the same? I think it looks great with all posts having the same 'Lookings'(if that is a word). I think it makes our game thread look Shiny!


"We've done the impossible, and that makes us mighty."―Malcolm Reynolds
« Last post by Jax on Today at 01:10:49 PM »

 "I suspect she's not from around here."

Abigail's nudge redirected Jax's attention to the woman headed toward them with her menagerie of bags. The sight of her Wushu's pilot hadn't seen the likes of since he and Abigail tried pulling a jewel heist on the luxury liner Nu Du Shen. That boat was full of her ilk... pretty and pretentious and oh so prosperous. The last P being the most important at the moment.

"Excuse me Miss but do you require some assistance?" Jax inquired with his most inviting smile as his eyes dropped to the silver gilded locket around her neck. He quickly refocused on eye contact before he was caught looking any lower by her or Abigail for that matter.

Mischief OOC / Re: General Chit Chat
« Last post by Andes Maley on Today at 10:07:46 AM »
Glad to have you on board. Now let's kick the tires and light the fires.
Mischief OOC / Re: General Chit Chat
« Last post by PurpleRiver on Today at 09:22:42 AM »
Hey hey hey

Role and Scout twisted my arm enough to get me to bring Lucky aboard. Okay, so I didn't need much twisting.

Anyway... Clare suggested that Lucky might be the cause of some sudden action, by way of him being in trouble and needing saving.. which is totally lucky... haha...

So that can either be here on Constance... Maybe Mattie knows Lucky is in trouble, gets to the ship to ask for their help...

Or we can move to the next port if you prefer and Lucky can be in trouble there..

Basically Lucky can find trouble anywhere so... let me know what you want me to brew up! ;-)
« Last post by Artemis Graham on Today at 07:34:51 AM »
Although her back was to the crowd, Artemis was taking full advantage of the grimy mirror hanging above the bar. She watched the patrons come and go with minimal interest but it was a decent way to pass the time. However, her interest had been peaked at the arrival of the swaggering pilot. His name wasn't familiar but then she'd been out of the game for awhile. She also didn't generally associate herself with people who loudly proclaimed their name to a crowd. When she'd last been in the black she'd kept her full name a closely guarded secret. On the other hand, his bravado was fairly amusing and his ensuing antics would be a good way of passing the time.

Art was so used to keeping herself distanced from the crowd that she was genuinely surprise to find the stranger addressing her directly. Cocking an eyebrow, she resisted the urge to look over her shoulder to make sure there wasn't anyone behind her. It was a testament to how much she'd changed. Five years ago she would have simply fixed him with her most withering expression, said something scathing and left without finishing her drink. Now she was actually feeling something like a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. Catching the bartenders eye she gave a small nod and tapped her own drink to indicate he was getting the same swill as her, nothing fancy.  Then she turned her attention to her new companion.

"I think it'll be worth the price of a drink to watch whatever trouble you stir up around here. Just try not to get me thrown out, I don't want to miss my ride out of here." She took a sip of her drink. "And don't call me bǎobǎo if you want the drinks to keep coming."

It may have not sounded too friendly but in Art speak that was the equivalent of a welcoming hug.
Classifieds / Re: TECH SPEC WANTED!
« Last post by Amorru Reyes on Today at 03:14:32 AM »
Amorru lay back in the plush velvet sofa, a bottle of vintage sourmash in one hand and someone warm and willing in the other. The drink spilled as he slashed his arm across the air. The pretty young thing gasped and giggled as he spun his yarn. "...so there I was - hic - gut fulla rot, head fulla buzzin' beesh, and the wng bā dn what been chasin' me 'n' the crew a shh-traight fortnight standin' disharmed in fronna me with hish troush... - hic - troush... Y'know, pantaloonsh around his anklesh. So I says to him - listen! Why are you laughing? Okay I says 'Sheems ya been caught with your pantsh down, Commodore! Maybe next time you ought to wear a belt!' Right?" Amorru and his companion for the evening burst into laughter withough neither really knew why. Suddenly she stopped, looking up at the debonair duelist with a mask of confusion. "Wait - so what was the point of all that?" "Here, lemme show you..."


Around the next midday, Amorru nursed a lager as he tried to break his hangover. He only had to resist the urge to empty his stomach twice before the pounding in his head began to subside and he could actually focus on a Cortex screen. Seeing the Captain of the Wushu's call for crew, Amorru attempted an articulate response.

"Lissen, don't know what you're doing and don't particularly care. If you need a pilot I'm your man. You need somebody knows how to use a blade, I can do that too. Don't give half a hump 'bout anything but flyin' and fightin', but I got your back long as you got mine. Just don't expect me to go crawlin' around your engine room or diggin' out any lead and it'll be nice 'n' shiny."

Amorru talked a big game, but truth be told he'd take a job as sanitation tech if it meant getting off this ruttin' moon.
« Last post by Amorru Reyes on March 17, 2018, 11:49:07 PM »
It Gets Cold In The Black, Bǎobǎo...

The Main Concourse of Greenleaf Skyplex hummed full of commerce around Amorru Reyes as he drifted from shop to shop, unsure what the spare platinum burning a hole in his pocket wanted him to buy. He browsed beautiful bolts of satin and silk, but found nothing worth adding to the varied and vibrant selection of fine fabrics he wore in tufts pulled through the slashes starting above the elbows of his rolled-up jacket sleeves. Amorru eyed rare and expensive jewels, particularly those set in precious metal rings, but found himself running short on unadorned fingers. The crafted leather boots piqued his interest, but Amorru only just recently broke in the pair he wore. Nothing matched the sheath of his favorite boot knife quite as well, either. Circling about, Amorru obliviously bumped a passing shopper with the long protective case he carried in his left hand. Amorru gripped the case closer to himself as if his life depended on the object stowed within. Reyes shot the passerby a vitriolic glare as if the apologetic woman aimed to cause him harm. Staring a hole through the back of her head, he considered the many times he did owe his life to the case's precious contents.

"Zhēn tǎo yn!" Amorru muttered under his breath as he continued along the Concourse, growing so frustrated he almost missed the fruit cart. His emerald eyes poured over the questionably fresh produce, the sundry selection almost as colorful as his attire. The bundles of reddish-orange skinned citrus seemed to glow as if calling to him, and Amorru wet his lips at the sudden craving. "Are those clementines?" he asked the shopkeeper. After feigning disinterest and even dropping a few names, Amorru haggled the best he could for a paltry bundle and paid the keep fairly before setting the hard case to the floor and placing the fruit in his knapsack. Amorru nodded his thanks and headed toward the saloon, never bothering to visibly acknowledge the other people as such as he passed. He didn't even bother to gawk at the hopelessly out of place woman in the gold dress, despite wanting to admire her sense of fashion. She looked like she belonged at the mid-season ball, but this far out she'd only be dancing with danger. Amorru kept staring ahead as if to remind everyone who bothered to look his way that he had better things to do and someplace better to be. For his part, he probably did. Reyes had a new contact to rendevouz with at the Flying Camel, a name he planned to steal if he ever bought his own boat. For the time being he'd just have to settle on helming the Wushu for as long as it kept his belly full. And so long as it didn't get boring. Or until he got deserted. Again.

Amorru entered the saloon with all the swagger he could muster as  the double doors slid open to let him in. Clearly expecting the noisy crowd to hush to a whisper and part to leave him a wide open path to the bar, Amorru let his boots fall harder and louder than he had any particular reason to as he strut through the room. Not receiving his anticipated berth, Amorru cast a disapproving eye over a dainty, crinkled nose to anyone daring to obstruct his path. Amorru's scowl melted away as he stepped up to the bar and greeted the bartender, but when he attempted to order his favorite brew, the familiar server reminded him of the matter of his unpaid tab. Unable to convince the old bar dog to put it on the house, Amorru turned once again to the crowd he'd just shunned. "Right! So who wants to buy a drink for the best gorram pilot in the whole ruttin' 'Verse? Huh? How 'bout it? Ah, come on! How many chances are y'all gonna get to be owed a favor from  Amorru Reyes?" Receiving no offers, Amorru looked from face to face until his eyes settled on a shock of blonde hair. Her green eyes reminded Amorru vaguely of his little sister Estrella, and he tried to imagine how the girl may have grown in the dozen or so years since he'd left Persephone. Reyes's eyes drifted in the same direction as the woman's gaze, settling on an amorous young couple. Looking back at the woman, Amorru reasoned she must be lonely out here in the Black and smiled to himself. After she whispered something to a passing server, the pompous pilot slithered up beside her. "So how 'bout it, bǎobǎo? Tell me a sweet thing like you ain't gonna let me die of thirst!"
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