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  1. Jesse Pinkman
    IC: Karmine Madoc - Shocking, ain’t it? That smell… I’m clutching at my dead comrade‘s corpse, plucking at a rusty coin stuck in the centre of her forehead. Her charred cadaver stinks, the blue and white of her body smudged with red and black. Great Spirit, how long has she been laid like this? The trauma wakes you up like saltwater in the face. You feel the blood on your tongue boil as you loosen gravity on yourself enough to float upward just enough to get off the ground - but you still feel your skin begin to fry like Mahi steak. The pain is delicious, colours burst into your head and your ears scream at you like some ****** up opera. Of course, in your gorgeous agony you’re unable to keep focus on keeping the Sentinel up, and the force pulling her up is now gone, violently. Keep yourself awake just a bit longer, mate. OOC: @Krayzikk @Perp @Tarn
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    IC: Karmine Madoc - Gunfight "Well, love, I have to say...you've forced my hand." The cackle erupts through your body, like a bullet in ricochet. You tug at the chain, friendly like. And then, you make eye (just the one) contact with the woman, before throwing other your hand upward, in a move to turn gravity's rules upside down on her. At worst, she's gonna be thrown off. At best, she's going to slammed into glorious shards of meat. OOC: @Krayzikk@Tarn
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    IC: Ela Latos - En route to the ship "I suppose it's more of a question of permission to remind them of your approval. Should the need arise." She smirked. "But I shalt not undermine your command." She did ponder what Kiyaku had said - were there truly no outsiders in her homeland? She could only assume that Kiyaku's belief in her was enough for the others to follow suit. She didn't intend a show of skill to try and win their approval, too. "...The alcohol, back in your homeland. How is it?" OOC: @Krayzikk
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    IC: Karmine Madoc - Recommended listening "Oh, well, that's alright, sorry. We came to have a gander and if there were any extra seats back here, it's quite crowded toda-" CRACK! CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK! The taste of blood trickles from your tongue. Loosen your karzin' bite, you'll finish up eating it at that rate. A tight, faint trail of smoke rises from the barrel of your tool of havoc. Don't dare lower it yet. OOC: @Perp@Krayzikk@Tarn Karmine shooting at the guard.
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    IC: Karak - Red Star Inn A vein throbs atop my forehead. A song beat out by my very own pulse. My fingers reach and clasp around the glass holding my drink - nowhere near cold enough. A sip for placebo. Snapshot images splatter across my neurons. Some considered - not all. It is too hot in here. Huracan sits tantalizing in the back of my head. Leaving this instant, alone, I could make it to Tajun in good time - provided reliable directions were acquired. I want to. I want to so strongly the thought begins to transform itself into a need. They'd be away from their territory as I was. It was perfect. A bead of sweat arouses me from my strong delusion. "You lead me. With quarry." I speak to Skyra with something akin to a gasp. I wet my lips. OOC: @Snelly@Techn0geist
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    IC: Karak - Red Star Inn My blood name earns a nod. The mention of Exhibition Matches - a pause. "...Tajun...has arena, yes?" The words come as I churn thoughts to fill an unquenchable thirst driving my next question. "Skrall…be there?" OOC: @Snelly@Techn0geist
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    IC: Karak - Red Star Inn Maroon optics scan back, briefly. The small green one has successfully proved himself a non-threat. If they intend to pay, this is likely easy work. Selfish for me to interrupt. I blink again. "Tajun...there...what happens?" OOC: @Snelly@Techn0geist
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    IC: Ela Latos - En route to the ship "Either suits me just fine." The Lesterin rolled her shoulders, seemingly still recovering from the exertion prior. She paused for but a moment. "Your crew...how are their attitudes to outsiders?" OOC: @Krayzikk
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    IC: Karak I blink. The other green one seems to cower under himself. Words hiss out half-heartedly. I hear my name called - and I flinch. Skyra is looking over - she has a sort of glance I’m not used to. Devoid of suspicion, unburdened by prejudice. I admit, it halts me. I stand - eyes met. ”…What they is saying?” OOC: @Snelly@Toru Nui @Techn0geist
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    IC: Karak - Red Star Inn Lots of people gathering. One points at my drink. My brow furrows. They are talking too fast for me to catch what they might be saying. There's too many voices. The table rocks slightly - I'm stood upright. I scan the room. Time to leave. OOC: @Snelly@Toru Nui @Techn0geist
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    IC: Karak - Red Star Inn I idly remove my metal mask - two muddy brown drinks are placed gently in front of us both by a shaky Agori. I trace a finger across a scar by my brow, my worn fingers on my other hand around the cool glass. I mean to sip - but end up indulging a larger swig. The taste is foul...but it's liquid. A grimace. I place the glass back down on the table. "...My thanks." I speak quietly. "Your...duty, it is what?" A nod as she spoke of 'driving'. The Agori use this word in lieu of 'riding', when speaking of their metal steeds. I suppose it makes sense. You're in far more control than could ever be afforded by a living creature. You're not taking a ride. I ask her occupation out of curiosity. She has the equipment and some of the instincts of a fighter, but again, not a killer. Perhaps a mercenary. OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Red Star Inn My name. "...Name...Karak." I say, with considered hesitation. A perverse thought had shot past, to tell her the name the Agori had taken to calling me. No. Too mundane an insult to bear as a trophy. I lick my lips. "Desert. Too hot." A thought I was comfortable sharing. OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Red Star Inn Communal drinking. To what end does the merriment serve? Are they celebrating having not keeled over yet in the scalding wastes? Another mystery I have not the time to unravel. I spot a table toward the back. It has a good view of the establishment. I can keep my eyes on everyone that way. A glance and a gesture for my tenuous companion, I make my approach with or without a response, seating my haunches on the beaten leather. Too comfortable. OOC: @Snelly@Techn0geist
  14. Jesse Pinkman

    i feel like writing characters is weird because often i do a lot of the important stuff by accident. like giving my characters a motivation, i forget to do sometimes. sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't

  15. Jesse Pinkman
    IC: Karak - Atero Streets (En-route to the inn) The building looks well established. That engenders good omens, at least hopefully. I look the woman over as she walks. Closer, she does not have the stride of a killer - weapons aside. A difficult thing to classify. Usually, it's not a thing you have a need to look for. Any man who wants you dead will normally not wait very long. But war has perhaps dulled that skill of mine. Little room for detective work when every enemy you kill has an identical uniform. "...This place. Food?" My words come out dry. The sun seems determined to calcify me. OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Atero Streets Head tilting, my hand mimes the action of drinking from a cup - more of a question. To tell the truth, I ran out of water hours ago. Something to quench the thirst is not only tempting - it's a necessity. I'm also in need of a cool place - somewhere my brain can stop cooking. Then my next plot can start building. OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Atero Streets I feel my entire body lock itself in place. I have made a grave mistake. And so it is by bewilderment, and not the blade, that I fall. I absentmindedly sheathe my weapon, as she has done. Finally my mouth opens, admitting what I probably should have earlier. "...I understand not this situation." OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Atero Streets These people. To have the gall to threaten me and then stride off, to whatever hole they urinate their time away at? No, I will not let this stand. Whatever perverse traditions they hold, I spit on. Enraged, I carry myself. The blackened blades of my club drag against the floor. My voice raises to just quieter than a bellow. "You...STAY!" OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Atero Streets A beat. "Again?" OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Atero Streets I mouth some of the words to myself. That at least makes a semblance of sense: Skrall usually do their own dirty work - perhaps the one bit of credit I could ever afford them. A few onlookers have gathered. Small ones, mostly. More scared than protesting. Catatonic in the face of danger. Eyes stay on her. I am ready if she is. ”Why you want me, huh? You try prove yourself? Glory?” I wonder if my bubbling confusion translates. OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Atero Streets The blast of flame from her feet - she takes wing for but a moment. Enhancements. It wasn't just the tyrants who polluted their own flesh. A new line of questioning. "You...Skrall pay?" My left thumb juts forward to her, and then around me. OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Atero Streets I'm quicker, the blade falls by me. I twist away leftwards. A few native words slip from my tongue, somewhat thoughtlessly, as I respond with a glinting horizontal slash for her side - poised to catch at flesh. The similar build or not, her reflexes are adequate. This is a fighter, not a worker. OOC: @Snelly
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    IC: Karak - Atero Streets (Listening) The machine piles off. It doesn't even glance me that it had moved by itself. Matters more pressing. Two weapons, iron or steel. Different from Skrall handiwork - elegant. Perhaps more fragile. I moisten my lips and my weapon raises close to my head. And then I barrel frontwards, primal. I go low, the razor segments of my club inching to rip across her guts and chest, spilling her open like a piñata. OOC: @Snelly
  24. Jesse Pinkman
    IC: Solan Iudex - Smoke Break "A warrior don't ever have business, Gunner, me old son." And with that half-thought parting gift, the washed up old creature swayed away from the table, thumping past the Captain and his interviewees to finally, for Mata Nui's sake, smoke outside. OOC: @Void Emissary
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    IC: Karak - Atero Streets Rumbling, like a hungry beast. Desperately my feet push against metal, launching me back on my own terms before the vehicle roars backward. I meet eyes with the driver inside, my fist bangs against my chest. An uneven duel - yet a situation I must acclimate myself to. "YOU PICK....WRONG BOY! YOU PERISH!" The words bellow from my mouth, sloppily, but clear in intent. OOC: @Snelly
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