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Open RP Post


⊛ find a character you want to play with and respond to their thread. can't find who you want? let me know!
⊛ we can make up a scenario, adapt a meme of some sort, or... something else? whatever the fuck we want.
⊛ if you need ideas, the random scenario meme has just about anything you could want.
⊛FUCK YEAH WE'RE TOTALLY ROLEPLAYING RIGHT NOW!!!

Handy-Dandy Quick Links:
Commander Shepard ⊛ Catty Turner ⊛ Chloe Saunders
Isabelle Beaumont ⊛ Vanessa Cleveland ⊛ Elijah Keaton
Jordan Langley ⊛ Prince Charming ⊛ Finnick Odair
Meetra Surik ⊛ Sir Gwaine ⊛ Tristan
Belgarion of Riva ⊛ Shelby Rook ⊛ Galen Marek
Alyss Heart ⊛ Revan ⊛ Quincie P. Morris
Annie Cresta ⊛ Sally Malik ⊛ Simon Bae
Shadow ⊛ Daniel Bianchi ⊛ Fenris

Comments

[blackandgrey]

[There's a sense of resignation when she turns away to look for the control panel. He can't exactly blame her, but he's not looking forward to what's coming next.]

Why? I'm unarmed and I haven't eaten in three days. You've probably got more to worry about from accidentally tripping and falling on that vibroblade than you do from me. Unless you think I'm gonna smuggle at you or something.

[soulwound]

[Ah. There it is.] Because I have enough sense to be a little worried about a man who is locked in a cell, regardless of how weak he looks. [She places a hand on her hip, turning to glance back at him.] You're not a very good smuggler if you got caught, by the way.

[Her hand maybe accidentally slips a bit, sending a small shock throughout the cell before turns the electrified bars off, freeing him. She knows what he is, but she's not cruel either.

Besides, she could use his help.]

[blackandgrey]

[Pazaak. He focusses on pazaak as she hunts for the panel, letting himself slip into the numbers. If he's going to be tortured, it's better to have something else to focus on.

But then she comments on his smuggling skills, and Atton Rand can't stand for that] Hey! I am a great smuggler, thanks. Getting caught once in nearly a decade isn't exactly a bad rate, you know.

[His teeth grit a little as the shock jolts him, but he doesn't make a sound. And then, much to his surprise, the cell disengages. He's free.] What was that for? [He makes sure to sound as petulant and grumpy as he can, rubbing his arm]

[soulwound]

You still got caught. Your reputation is ruined as a smuggler.

[She turns around after she's disengaged the cell, a look of surprise and confusion on her face.] I just set you free. I'm not about to let you sit in there and wait for a slow death. [Nope, not admitting to the shock at all, but for the first time in what feels like an eternity, she actually feels good. She grins at him.] My name is Meetra, by the way. Meetra Surik.

[blackandgrey]

From what you're telling me, everyone on this station is dead anyway. That makes it your word against mine.

[He narrows his eyes at her, all dopey suspicion] You shocked me. [He lets the attitude soften at the grin, buries the instinctive 'I know' when she offers her name] Atton Rand. Thanks, I guess.

[soulwound]

I have a more believable face.

[As if to prove her point, her eyebrows go up and her eyes widen in a look of honest innocence.] My hand must have slipped. I was drugged beyond the normal limit not too long ago.

[She looks him over for a second.] You don't really look like an Atton.

[blackandgrey]

[He pauses for a moment, taking in her face. She really is attractive. Especially when she's not collapsed on the ground bleeding from the mouth] I guess I can't disagree with that.

[He mutters under his breath in response to that, but doesn't really say anything worthwhile. He frowns when she makes that comment about his name, like he doesn't understand] I'm as Atton as Atton'll ever be. Do we have a plan for getting out of here, or did you just want my good company?

[soulwound]

[It's because she's in her undies, isn't it, Atton?] Hard to do it, really.

[She wonders how long he'll keep up this act. She wonders how long she'll keep dancing around it, really.] Of course you are.

I... [She shrugs then.] Find a ship, find other survivors, save them, get out of here?

[blackandgrey]

What's that supposed to mean? [He's addressing that 'Of course you are' reasoning that if he's bringing up, he's less likely to look guilty.

If there're people still alive in this place and they decided not to feed me, I am going to be so annoyed.

[soulwound]

Nothing, Jaq. [It's a casual slip of her tongue, said when she turns around and begins to walk out of the room and back towards the main console.]

I don't believe that you are high on their priority list. The droids seem to have been malfunctioning and shooting organics.

[blackandgrey]

[He doesn't even react, doesn't flinch or hesitate] Atton. [He corrects her with a huff running to catch up as she leaves the room. That's who he is.

There's a pause] The droids are what.

[soulwound]

Atton. [She repeats, as if correcting herself.

She points to the shambling droids in the room.] I sliced into their programming, so they're fine. But I was attacked a few times when making my way here. Some of the security logs have mentioned droids planting explosives in the mines? Did you hear anything about that while locked up?

[blackandgrey]

Yes. And don't you forget it.

[The look that comes over his face is pained, and doesn't have to be coerced there.] See, this is why I hate droids. You give them any kind of freedom and suddenly they're taking over space stations and murdering all the inhabitants.

[soulwound]

I don't forget things easily, so don't worry about that.

Not all droids are bad. [She gives him a sharp look.] I already told you, someone changed their programming. It's not their fault their personality cores have been altered.

[blackandgrey]

See, that's the whole problem. They have personality cores and you can alter them. I don't trust anything that can be someone else by lunch time.

[soulwound]

You can do the same with people. They're not much different than us, really. [Your droid boner is showing, Meetra.] Just a lot more mechanical.

[Her fingers fly over the main console in the room, attempting to call up anyone who might still be alive, but it doesn't seem like she's getting anything. And then an answering beep on the other side. Some conversing with the droid happens here, doot de doot.]

He says that the Ebon Hawk is in the docking bay. That's our ticket out of here.

[blackandgrey]

Droids aren't people. People are people. Most of the time.

[Scepticism goes here] You're just going to trust what it says?

[soulwound]

I didn't say they were people. I said they're like people. [Duh.]

Yes. [She flashes him a grin.] And so are you.

[blackandgrey]

They're not like people. [e__e]

What? No I'm not!

[soulwound]

They are.

[She arches an eyebrow, hands on her hips.] Do you want to get out of here, Atton, or are you content with dying on this station?

[blackandgrey]

[He opens his mouth and then shuts it, narrowing his eyes. Seeing this woman again has brought back memories of Jaq, but he's been Atton for long enough now that the persona takes over easily] Hey, I want to get out as much as you do. More, probably. Maybe I'll listen to the droid, but that doesn't mean I have to trust it.

[soulwound]

[Fair enough, she guesses. She can't really force him to trust a droid.] Then trust me. [Her voice is soft, firm.] I trust him to find us a way to get out of here. So all you have to do is trust me to get you out of here.

[blackandgrey]

[Raising an eyebrow] Lady, I just met you. I don't mind working with you to help get us both the heck out of here, but trust doesn't really come into it.

[soulwound]

[Flashing a smile.] Trust comes into everything. That's the way of the world.

[blackandgrey]

[Grumbling under his breath] You've got a real sunny attitude, considering the circumstances.