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She sees her freeze and smiles a little more, she kind of likes seeing her like that. "Such a..." She places her hand on Emma's shoulder. "Long time... maybe your right." @Ookla the Raveness

"I don't know." She raises an eyebrow. She steps behind her, bringing her hands up and then stopping herself. She eyes her waist. "Does it look like I am?"

Madam President waves her hand at him and he goes shooting out the doors, the doors locking behind him. "Do I?" She takes a deep breath in, pacing around, her hands behind her back. "Why thank you..."

She turns around, biting her lip. "Yes, I do suppose so." She stares at Emma for a moment.

"Truly humiliating..." She walks up to the screen, facing them, and facing away from Emma. "Such a shame hmm... the games are running... slowly. This appears to be a problem. Yes?"

She holds the hug for a moment, listening and then pulling away. "I see." She rubs her fingertips together. "How...unfortunate..."

Jock unclips something off his neck, he places his necklace in her hand. "Whatever you do... don't loose this..." *** Madam President ignores Ryn again, standing up to meet Emma, a slight smile on the edge of her lips. "And oh isn't it wonderful to see you..." She sets down her coffee.

He coughs a little. "I need to get to her..." *** Madam President makes direct eye contact with Ryn. "You'll be quiet now... I have business to take care of, little one." She swats her at Ryn.

Jock, slowly takes down some sips. His voice already getting a little better. "T-thank you... where's... where's Aria?" *** Madam President ignores Ryn, taking a long sip of her coffee.

He coughs a little, his throat dry and parched. His eyes struggle to stay open. "I... I don't know..." Madam President sits in the main control room in her chair, facing the screens, she has a cup of coffee in her hand, she is the only person in the room at the moment.

His eyes flutter open, groaning a little. He sees her tourniquet the bleeding and whispers out in a raspy croak. "Thank you.."

"I read that as wed-*long pause*-lock. It sounded funny in my head-" @Ookla the Black Sock "C'mere instinct, c'mere! Take a drug for Thaidybear-" - @Ookla the Black Sock (Thaidybear) "Where the frick is my coat-" - @Ookla the Black Sock

He groans, shifting a little. He appears to be in a lot of pain and he has suffered from a lot of blood loss.

He didn't respond, he was unconscious.

Merp was nowhere to be seen and jock is lying on his back in the snow, unconscious. His right leg is now gone. It’s left buried in the snow and the crowbar and knife are bloody beside him.

*appears* *giggles* Smoochy smoochy *disappears*

Real. I have a very particular Italian candy that I like. I just love them so much.

Jock’s eyes flutter as he leans up off the ground. What happened… He feels his eyes rolling back as blood drips from his head, he tries to force his eyes to stay open. He must see into the blur. He must breathe into the smoke. He must keep looking into the flames. He inhales deeply, choking on smoke. He pushes on the palm of his hands and sits up to try his hardest to see all the damage. He turns around from off his stomach and flinches in horrible pain when he moves his leg. He lowers his head a little panting and soft screams echoing from his throat. He chokes, looking back at his mangled right leg, his hand was already broken if that wasn’t enough. He never knew pain could feel like this until now. It starts to throb with pain, nerves screaming out in agony as the blurry numbness begins to fade. He whimpers to himself, trying to move towards the scrap remains of the ship. He screams, not caring who hears him or what could possibly be out there to get him. He slowly drags himself closer to the flames, every instinct in him yelling to get as far away as possible. The ship goes up in more flames, crackling in an eternal wreck of what once was, of what was once his escape, his escape back to the woman he loves. He reaches up into the side of the ship, ripping open one of the back panels and pulling out the crowbar and pocket knife. He stuffs the knife into his pocket and holds the crowbar over his shoulder, going to crawl away when he hears a little chirp. His head whips around and he sees Merp looking around and whimpering, looking for Nova. He doesn’t take his eyes off Merp for a moment. Just pull out the- He shakes his head, clearing the thought. He crawls back despite the pain, sticking his hand up to the crying ferret. “Shhh…” He whispers, ignoring the pain searing through him and the roaring of flames. Merp looks at him and squeals louder. He looks into the little ferrets eyes, he sees the pain, the emotional pain he knows all too well. He sees himself when he lost his sister, when they took him away from her. The little ferret reluctantly climbs onto his hand and Jock holds him close, painfully crawling away as he protects Merp from the flames. Just as they get out of range the ship explodes and he turns his back to it, covering Merp tightly, holding onto each other. Merp squeaks and cuddles closer into his arms. ”Shhh…I know…I know…” he whispers, humming. “I know…I’m sorry…” He lightly rubs his thumb over the top of Merps head. “She’s gone…but you’re still here so you’ve got to keep going.” Merp chirps quietly and nuzzles his nose into Jocks neck and Jock lets him, despite the disturbing feeling of the little ferret creeping and crawling on his skin like the little……. Jock looks down at his leg and sighs, he will have to amputate it himself through a painful process with the knife and crowbar, but for now he needs to comfort the little one. Merp chirps one last time and looks up at him. ”I know…” He whispers and Merp disappears.

I believe that there should be no gamemakers/committee. Everyone should work to control their own area of rp, logical self rp and self setting rp makes sense.

Sounds like we are doing the regency era with a slow apocalypse. If that’s what we’ve concluded can we get @Thaidakar the Ghostblood and @Ookla the foolish (I think it was you two) to explain the regency stuff for this RP and @Ookla the Abstract to describe the apocalypse for this rp. Work together with me in a pm and we can put it together for the first post.

OKAY- HAVE WE COME TO A CONCLUSION? @Ookla the Raveness @Ookla the Abstract @Ookla the Quesadilla @Ookla the Resolute @Thaidakar the Ghostblood

……. I have so many character ideas if we do regency- OH MY GOSH LOTUS- HOLD ON- …………I may or may not have a gloriously evil idea