We Are Survivors - Post Order 66 Star Wars RP (Signups Open)

[Through the Living Hope]

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@CoderDrag0n8

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Name: The Traveler (Real Name: Viator, but he knows all too well what happens when he tells someone his real name.)

Age: ~35

Species: Human

Faction: Jedi

Where were they when Order 66 happened: Viator was a nomadic traveler Jedi, mainly traveling through uninhabited planets with a single clone that he had been traveling with for his whole life as a Jedi. He would look for people to help, but mainly focused on mapping out just about every planet. He also tried to make meticulous notes on how far apart planets were, how fast they/their moons orbited, and any other details he could find on the planet while he was there. However, one day, he was mapping some random, out of the way planet, when he heard his companion draw his weapon. He saw only regret in his friend's eyes, and then quickly engaged in battle. Viator tried his best to talk to his friend, but he never replied. Eventually, Viator purposefully let himself get wounded deeply, and quickly cut down his friend's transmitter, and held his friend down. He tried to make the Galactic Republic think he died, and tried to bring sense to his friend. The last words his friend uttered were "Kill me".

What they have been doing since: Viator quickly got back on his ship, and blasted off and away. He applied some amount of first aid to his leg wound, hid most of his identifiable clothing, and made his ship look like any other Republic ship. He had to get treatment for his wound, and fast. When he got to an inhabited planet, he lied low until he figured out what was going on, and got treatment for his leg. He had made it seem worse than it was to the Republic, but it was still very bad. Eventually, he learned that the Republic was hunting Jedis. He did not know why, but he knew he had to lay low until he could find out. Months pass bye, and Viator encounters an old Jedi friend, Viventes Exanimes. 6 months since The Order, they were both exhausted. They decided to stick around each other. One day 1 year from their meeting, Viator made a mistake. He told someone at the city they were docked at Viventes's real name. Turns out, they were a bounty hunter making lots of money from bringing in Jedi, and they recognized the name. The bounty hunter came, and attacked. It took all Viator could to hold him off, but in the end, Viator was the only one left alive. He turned in his friend's body himself, and created a fake persona for himself. Vivens. Viator then used the money to give himself as much credibility as possible, and 1 and a half years after the Order, he continued his journey. He, for the first time in a long time, was truly alone. And he would continue to be, for the next 3 and a half years. It would take him about half a year to map up a whole planet, and so after 7 planets, or a full solar system, his ship got low enough on fuel he could justify returning to society. This time, he would dock at a remote city, all alone, as Vivens, not Viator. Because Viator died with Viventes Exanimes the day the bounty hunter attacked. Now, it was just Vivens.

@Through the Living Shadow

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Name: Kevlish Olor

Age: (this will be set at the same time as the first Jedi Fallen Order game, so about 5 years after the order, or 14 BBY) 15 yo

Species: Human

Faction: (ie clone, Jedi, force sensitive, inquisitor, smuggler, just a dude, etc): Force Sensitive -> Proficient at animal Force Bonds

Where were they when Order 66 happened: (for Jedi, how survived; clones, how they reacted to killing their general; inquisitors, how they were captured and tortured; etc): Padawan, came down with a sickness at the time of order 66, sent to the Kaminoans for treatment and was killed by clone troopers.

What they have been doing since: Kaminoans had enough DNA to clone him, which they did at the behest of the Sith, who hoped to make inquisitors from the most promising padawan. However, he lost the majority of his force sensitivity, and was rejected as an Inquisitor. Time in torture left him with significant scarring, and he lost most of the function in his legs. After that, he was left to die in the strongholds of Nur. However, he established a Force bond with the local sea life, who saved Olor moments before his execution. He stumbled in the commotion to a departing/visiting spacecraft and found his way to another planet. He was forgotten (assumed dead).

@Shatter

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Name: Ryn Voss

Age: 19

Species: Human

Faction: Jedi Knight

Where were they when Order 66 happened: In his ship, moving critical intelligence between Jedi positions.

What they have been doing since: Ryn's been running odd jobs, hauling cargo, etc. He doesn't really know what to be doing. Just trying to make a living in a galaxy that hates him for what he is.

(He flies a VCX-100 Light Freighter, which was the ship he flew on his missions for the Jedi Order. He is trained in Soresu.)

 

Aerith's ship sputtered. Low on fuel. Enough to make it to a nearby system, if she used it right. She had some of her works in the back of the freighter. She could unload and peddle wherever she landed. Hopefully she wouldn’t need an Imperial permit or anything like that.

A scan of the nearby systems. There. She angled the ship for a brief time in hyperspace, and was quickly cleared for landing at a spaceport. She had unmarked credits to pay for the spot. Unloaded a couple crates and moved to a more quiet spot along the streets of Ord Mantell.

Once she found a spot to set up shop, she hung a few blankets, tapestries, and rugs for display and, hopefully, to sell. She’d only taken crates containing works with basic patterns. Her more intricate designs remained hidden on the ship. But even if someone found them, they weren’t necessarily enough to incriminate her, she hoped.

What was in the bag on her side was different. If an Imperial patrol came by, hopefully they’d buy her story about experimenting with making wind chimes.

[SpartanBrigade He/Him]

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Where are the sign-ups for this?

This sounds sick

 

[Through the Living Hope]

25 minutes ago, SpartanBrigade said:

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Where are the sign-ups for this?

This sounds sick

 

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Just a tad down the RP forum

 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

4 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

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@CoderDrag0n8

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Name: The Traveler (Real Name: Viator, but he knows all too well what happens when he tells someone his real name.)

Age: ~35

Species: Human

Faction: Jedi

Where were they when Order 66 happened: Viator was a nomadic traveler Jedi, mainly traveling through uninhabited planets with a single clone that he had been traveling with for his whole life as a Jedi. He would look for people to help, but mainly focused on mapping out just about every planet. He also tried to make meticulous notes on how far apart planets were, how fast they/their moons orbited, and any other details he could find on the planet while he was there. However, one day, he was mapping some random, out of the way planet, when he heard his companion draw his weapon. He saw only regret in his friend's eyes, and then quickly engaged in battle. Viator tried his best to talk to his friend, but he never replied. Eventually, Viator purposefully let himself get wounded deeply, and quickly cut down his friend's transmitter, and held his friend down. He tried to make the Galactic Republic think he died, and tried to bring sense to his friend. The last words his friend uttered were "Kill me".

What they have been doing since: Viator quickly got back on his ship, and blasted off and away. He applied some amount of first aid to his leg wound, hid most of his identifiable clothing, and made his ship look like any other Republic ship. He had to get treatment for his wound, and fast. When he got to an inhabited planet, he lied low until he figured out what was going on, and got treatment for his leg. He had made it seem worse than it was to the Republic, but it was still very bad. Eventually, he learned that the Republic was hunting Jedis. He did not know why, but he knew he had to lay low until he could find out. Months pass bye, and Viator encounters an old Jedi friend, Viventes Exanimes. 6 months since The Order, they were both exhausted. They decided to stick around each other. One day 1 year from their meeting, Viator made a mistake. He told someone at the city they were docked at Viventes's real name. Turns out, they were a bounty hunter making lots of money from bringing in Jedi, and they recognized the name. The bounty hunter came, and attacked. It took all Viator could to hold him off, but in the end, Viator was the only one left alive. He turned in his friend's body himself, and created a fake persona for himself. Vivens. Viator then used the money to give himself as much credibility as possible, and 1 and a half years after the Order, he continued his journey. He, for the first time in a long time, was truly alone. And he would continue to be, for the next 3 and a half years. It would take him about half a year to map up a whole planet, and so after 7 planets, or a full solar system, his ship got low enough on fuel he could justify returning to society. This time, he would dock at a remote city, all alone, as Vivens, not Viator. Because Viator died with Viventes Exanimes the day the bounty hunter attacked. Now, it was just Vivens.

@Through the Living Shadow

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Name: Kevlish Olor

Age: (this will be set at the same time as the first Jedi Fallen Order game, so about 5 years after the order, or 14 BBY) 15 yo

Species: Human

Faction: (ie clone, Jedi, force sensitive, inquisitor, smuggler, just a dude, etc): Force Sensitive -> Proficient at animal Force Bonds

Where were they when Order 66 happened: (for Jedi, how survived; clones, how they reacted to killing their general; inquisitors, how they were captured and tortured; etc): Padawan, came down with a sickness at the time of order 66, sent to the Kaminoans for treatment and was killed by clone troopers.

What they have been doing since: Kaminoans had enough DNA to clone him, which they did at the behest of the Sith, who hoped to make inquisitors from the most promising padawan. However, he lost the majority of his force sensitivity, and was rejected as an Inquisitor. Time in torture left him with significant scarring, and he lost most of the function in his legs. After that, he was left to die in the strongholds of Nur. However, he established a Force bond with the local sea life, who saved Olor moments before his execution. He stumbled in the commotion to a departing/visiting spacecraft and found his way to another planet. He was forgotten (assumed dead).

@Shatter

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Name: Ryn Voss

Age: 19

Species: Human

Faction: Jedi Knight

Where were they when Order 66 happened: In his ship, moving critical intelligence between Jedi positions.

What they have been doing since: Ryn's been running odd jobs, hauling cargo, etc. He doesn't really know what to be doing. Just trying to make a living in a galaxy that hates him for what he is.

(He flies a VCX-100 Light Freighter, which was the ship he flew on his missions for the Jedi Order. He is trained in Soresu.)

 

Aerith's ship sputtered. Low on fuel. Enough to make it to a nearby system, if she used it right. She had some of her works in the back of the freighter. She could unload and peddle wherever she landed. Hopefully she wouldn’t need an Imperial permit or anything like that.

A scan of the nearby systems. There. She angled the ship for a brief time in hyperspace, and was quickly cleared for landing at a spaceport. She had unmarked credits to pay for the spot. Unloaded a couple crates and moved to a more quiet spot along the streets of Ord Mantell.

Once she found a spot to set up shop, she hung a few blankets, tapestries, and rugs for display and, hopefully, to sell. She’d only taken crates containing works with basic patterns. Her more intricate designs remained hidden on the ship. But even if someone found them, they weren’t necessarily enough to incriminate her, she hoped.

What was in the bag on her side was different. If an Imperial patrol came by, hopefully they’d buy her story about experimenting with making wind chimes.

Kevlish walked through the street on a malfunctioning, only slightly cybernetically augmented leg. He’d gotten it from a shop down to correct his limp, but it wasn’t fully functional.

It was better than before, though.

His face was wrapped heavily to conceal his age, a habit which he’d developed after escaping.

Turning to Aerith’s stand, he regarded the art silently, then finally said, in short Common, “Interesting…”

[Through the Living Hope]

2 minutes ago, Through the Living Shadow said:

Kevlish walked through the street on a malfunctioning, only slightly cybernetically augmented leg. He’d gotten it from a shop down to correct his limp, but it wasn’t fully functional.

It was better than before, though.

His face was wrapped heavily to conceal his age, a habit which he’d developed after escaping.

Turning to Aerith’s stand, he regarded the art silently, then finally said, in short Common, “Interesting…”

The vender approached. “Blankets, rugs, tapestries… anything in particular catch your eye?”

It was all abstract images and repetitive patterns, no overall image. 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

2 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

The vender approached. “Blankets, rugs, tapestries… anything in particular catch your eye?”

It was all abstract images and repetitive patterns, no overall image. 

He shook his head. “Nothing I can afford. I’m currently quite broke.”

He looked at the textile, facing one absently.

[Through the Living Hope]

2 minutes ago, Through the Living Shadow said:

He shook his head. “Nothing I can afford. I’m currently quite broke.”

He looked at the textile, facing one absently.

She nodded sadly and turned to someone else, who considered making a purchase but ultimately didn’t. 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 minute ago, Through the Living Hope said:

She nodded sadly and turned to someone else, who considered making a purchase but ultimately didn’t. 

Kevlish scrounged in the ouch at his side—full of all of his possession—for the last couple credits. A ten credit coin.

”What’s the cheapest you’ve got?”

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, Through the Living Shadow said:

Kevlish scrounged in the ouch at his side—full of all of his possession—for the last couple credits. A ten credit coin.

”What’s the cheapest you’ve got?”

She saw the coin. Somehow. She probably shouldn’t have been able to. She went through her crate and pulled out a simple solid-colored blanket made of muunyak wool, handing it over. “No charge.”

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 hour ago, Through the Living Hope said:

She saw the coin. Somehow. She probably shouldn’t have been able to. She went through her crate and pulled out a simple solid-colored blanket made of muunyak wool, handing it over. “No charge.”

He nodded, smiling warmly under his cloth. “Thank you.” He wraps the blanket around himself, and turns away, ready to continue on his way.

[Through the Living Hope]

25 minutes ago, Through the Living Shadow said:

He nodded, smiling warmly under his cloth. “Thank you.” He wraps the blanket around himself, and turns away, ready to continue on his way.

There was something. An urging. A small push. 

“Do, you.. have anywhere to go?”

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

7 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

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Name: The Traveler (Real Name: Viator, but he knows all too well what happens when he tells someone his real name.)

Age: ~35

Species: Human

Faction: Jedi

Where were they when Order 66 happened: Viator was a nomadic traveler Jedi, mainly traveling through uninhabited planets with a single clone that he had been traveling with for his whole life as a Jedi. He would look for people to help, but mainly focused on mapping out just about every planet. He also tried to make meticulous notes on how far apart planets were, how fast they/their moons orbited, and any other details he could find on the planet while he was there. However, one day, he was mapping some random, out of the way planet, when he heard his companion draw his weapon. He saw only regret in his friend's eyes, and then quickly engaged in battle. Viator tried his best to talk to his friend, but he never replied. Eventually, Viator purposefully let himself get wounded deeply, and quickly cut down his friend's transmitter, and held his friend down. He tried to make the Galactic Republic think he died, and tried to bring sense to his friend. The last words his friend uttered were "Kill me".

What they have been doing since: Viator quickly got back on his ship, and blasted off and away. He applied some amount of first aid to his leg wound, hid most of his identifiable clothing, and made his ship look like any other Republic ship. He had to get treatment for his wound, and fast. When he got to an inhabited planet, he lied low until he figured out what was going on, and got treatment for his leg. He had made it seem worse than it was to the Republic, but it was still very bad. Eventually, he learned that the Republic was hunting Jedis. He did not know why, but he knew he had to lay low until he could find out. Months pass bye, and Viator encounters an old Jedi friend, Viventes Exanimes. 6 months since The Order, they were both exhausted. They decided to stick around each other. One day 1 year from their meeting, Viator made a mistake. He told someone at the city they were docked at Viventes's real name. Turns out, they were a bounty hunter making lots of money from bringing in Jedi, and they recognized the name. The bounty hunter came, and attacked. It took all Viator could to hold him off, but in the end, Viator was the only one left alive. He turned in his friend's body himself, and created a fake persona for himself. Vivens. Viator then used the money to give himself as much credibility as possible, and 1 and a half years after the Order, he continued his journey. He, for the first time in a long time, was truly alone. And he would continue to be, for the next 3 and a half years. It would take him about half a year to map up a whole planet, and so after 7 planets, or a full solar system, his ship got low enough on fuel he could justify returning to society. This time, he would dock at a remote city, all alone, as Vivens, not Viator. Because Viator died with Viventes Exanimes the day the bounty hunter attacked. Now, it was just Vivens.

@Through the Living Shadow

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Name: Kevlish Olor

Age: (this will be set at the same time as the first Jedi Fallen Order game, so about 5 years after the order, or 14 BBY) 15 yo

Species: Human

Faction: (ie clone, Jedi, force sensitive, inquisitor, smuggler, just a dude, etc): Force Sensitive -> Proficient at animal Force Bonds

Where were they when Order 66 happened: (for Jedi, how survived; clones, how they reacted to killing their general; inquisitors, how they were captured and tortured; etc): Padawan, came down with a sickness at the time of order 66, sent to the Kaminoans for treatment and was killed by clone troopers.

What they have been doing since: Kaminoans had enough DNA to clone him, which they did at the behest of the Sith, who hoped to make inquisitors from the most promising padawan. However, he lost the majority of his force sensitivity, and was rejected as an Inquisitor. Time in torture left him with significant scarring, and he lost most of the function in his legs. After that, he was left to die in the strongholds of Nur. However, he established a Force bond with the local sea life, who saved Olor moments before his execution. He stumbled in the commotion to a departing/visiting spacecraft and found his way to another planet. He was forgotten (assumed dead).

@Shatter

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Name: Ryn Voss

Age: 19

Species: Human

Faction: Jedi Knight

Where were they when Order 66 happened: In his ship, moving critical intelligence between Jedi positions.

What they have been doing since: Ryn's been running odd jobs, hauling cargo, etc. He doesn't really know what to be doing. Just trying to make a living in a galaxy that hates him for what he is.

(He flies a VCX-100 Light Freighter, which was the ship he flew on his missions for the Jedi Order. He is trained in Soresu.)

 

Aerith's ship sputtered. Low on fuel. Enough to make it to a nearby system, if she used it right. She had some of her works in the back of the freighter. She could unload and peddle wherever she landed. Hopefully she wouldn’t need an Imperial permit or anything like that.

A scan of the nearby systems. There. She angled the ship for a brief time in hyperspace, and was quickly cleared for landing at a spaceport. She had unmarked credits to pay for the spot. Unloaded a couple crates and moved to a more quiet spot along the streets of Ord Mantell.

Once she found a spot to set up shop, she hung a few blankets, tapestries, and rugs for display and, hopefully, to sell. She’d only taken crates containing works with basic patterns. Her more intricate designs remained hidden on the ship. But even if someone found them, they weren’t necessarily enough to incriminate her, she hoped.

What was in the bag on her side was different. If an Imperial patrol came by, hopefully they’d buy her story about experimenting with making wind chimes.

1 hour ago, Through the Living Hope said:

There was something. An urging. A small push. 

“Do, you.. have anywhere to go?”

"Sorry for intruding..." Viator said, "But I was looking for a cheap blanket that keep me warm through harsh weather? I am... somewhat of a Nomad, and am planning to travel to a particularly chilly planet next."

He held a small bag, and had a guarded look on his face. Vivens. My name is Vivens. He repeated this like a mantra in his head.

[Through the Living Hope]

1 minute ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

"Sorry for intruding..." Viator said, "But I was looking for a cheap blanket that keep me warm through harsh weather? I am... somewhat of a Nomad, and am planning to travel to a particularly chilly planet next."

He held a small bag, and had a guarded look on his face. Vivens. My name is Vivens. He repeated this like a mantra in his head.

A whisper here, too. She sensed it. 

“No intrusion at all, friend. Feel free to browse. The simpler patterns are this way.” She motioned toward one half of her merchandise.

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

3 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

A whisper here, too. She sensed it. 

“No intrusion at all, friend. Feel free to browse. The simpler patterns are this way.” She motioned toward one half of her merchandise.

He nodded, looking over. "What would you recomend for a good night's sleep in the cold?"

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

2 hours ago, Through the Living Hope said:

There was something. An urging. A small push. 

“Do, you.. have anywhere to go?”

He started to say something, but stopped. “I don’t, actually.”

 

[Through the Living Hope]

1 hour ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

He nodded, looking over. "What would you recomend for a good night's sleep in the cold?"

She showed him a few blankets, a few of solid color and others with slightly intricate patterns. 

5 minutes ago, Through the Living Shadow said:

He started to say something, but stopped. “I don’t, actually.”

 

“If you need somewhere, I could probably use someone on my crew. It’s just me and some droids, currently.”

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

3 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

She showed him a few blankets, a few of solid color and others with slightly intricate patterns. 

“If you need somewhere, I could probably use someone on my crew. It’s just me and some droids, currently.”

He nodded. “Thanks. I have some experience with that.”

Experience with learning on the job, anyways.

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

29 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

She showed him a few blankets, a few of solid color and others with slightly intricate patterns. 

“If you need somewhere, I could probably use someone on my crew. It’s just me and some droids, currently.”

Viator grabbed the blankets, and for a brief moment, they were connected. He felt something, something he hasn't felt in a while. He inspected the blankets, and held his right hand up to the area just above his right elbow. That feeling...

And so he remembered, briefly, the last time he used it. It was... He blinked a few times, drifting his right hand away from his arm.

"What are you doing in an out-of-the-way city like this?"

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

4 minutes ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

Viator grabbed the blankets, and for a brief moment, they were connected. He felt something, something he hasn't felt in a while. He inspected the blankets, and held his right hand up to the area just above his right elbow. That feeling...

And so he remembered, briefly, the last time he used it. It was... He blinked a few times, drifting his right hand away from his arm.

"What are you doing in an out-of-the-way city like this?"

Kevlish knew that look. The connection.

But only from the outside. He only knew it by watching, watching the other Force-sensitives.

He hadn’t felt it in this life, except for the once.

The once.

[Through the Living Hope]

1 hour ago, Through the Living Shadow said:

He nodded. “Thanks. I have some experience with that.”

Experience with learning on the job, anyways.

She nodded. 

36 minutes ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

Viator grabbed the blankets, and for a brief moment, they were connected. He felt something, something he hasn't felt in a while. He inspected the blankets, and held his right hand up to the area just above his right elbow. That feeling...

And so he remembered, briefly, the last time he used it. It was... He blinked a few times, drifting his right hand away from his arm.

"What are you doing in an out-of-the-way city like this?"

“Hopefully, selling enough of these to refuel my ship.”

30 minutes ago, Through the Living Shadow said:

Kevlish knew that look. The connection.

But only from the outside. He only knew it by watching, watching the other Force-sensitives.

He hadn’t felt it in this life, except for the once.

The once.

 

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

1 hour ago, Through the Living Hope said:

She nodded. 

“Hopefully, selling enough of these to refuel my ship.”

 

Viator thought about it for a minute.

He placed down the blankets for a minute, then turned to her. If this is what it wants me to do.

Standing with his right hand just above his left elbow, where he hid his lightsaber ever since the Order, he asked, "I heard you talking to the other guy about a... job opening. I was wondering if I could come along."

[Through the Living Hope]

8 minutes ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

Viator thought about it for a minute.

He placed down the blankets for a minute, then turned to her. If this is what it wants me to do.

Standing with his right hand just above his left elbow, where he hid his lightsaber ever since the Order, he asked, "I heard you talking to the other guy about a... job opening. I was wondering if I could come along."

A split second passed before she got her confirmation. Her eyes followed his hand as he placed it. There was an unnatural bulge there. 

Well, at least it was someone friendly who’d noticed. 

“I don’t see why not.”

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Ah I should mention since your character is older

Shes 23

 

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

28 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

A split second passed before she got her confirmation. Her eyes followed his hand as he placed it. There was an unnatural bulge there. 

Well, at least it was someone friendly who’d noticed. 

“I don’t see why not.”

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Ah I should mention since your character is older

Shes 23

 

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I mean, that wont change how my character sees her

"Great!" He smiled, inwardly cursing. She noticed. I really need to increase the padding in my arms. He made a mental note, all the while smiling. "When do I have to be at the ship by? I have a few things to pick up from mine. Oh, and where is the ship?"

[Through the Living Hope]

5 minutes ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

"Great!" He smiled, inwardly cursing. She noticed. I really need to increase the padding in my arms. He made a mental note, all the while smiling. "When do I have to be at the ship by? I have a few things to pick up from mine. Oh, and where is the ship?"

She whistled a few short tones, and a small droid scampered over. “Do what you have to. Oh!” She dug through her bag for a moment, angling it so he could see. 

She would be okay if he didn’t believe her wind chime story. 

“Take this comm, just in case.” She tossed it over the short distance. 

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

13 minutes ago, Through the Living Hope said:

She whistled a few short tones, and a small droid scampered over. “Do what you have to. Oh!” She dug through her bag for a moment, angling it so he could see. 

She would be okay if he didn’t believe her wind chime story. 

“Take this comm, just in case.” She tossed it over the short distance. 

"Thank you." He said, turning to leave. "I'll be back as soon as I can."