literally the only reason chet gave saros to rina was to deprive vira of her correctness when she said that the two of them had the newbie coming along with them
god i love this character
edit: oh, and jericho can be one of the other dudes that accompany chet and vira
poor saros is just a lil pawn between everyone right now
ha.
wait until they find out what a terrifyingly loose cannon he is....
its tough with characters sometimes. you gotta find them a little niche where they can flourish. i think vira's niche suits her wonderfully
im trying to think more on what exactly chet has against vira. obviously he doesn't like that she's a secret-keeper. i think he's kind of intimidated by her because she almost does what he tries to do but better. she's smart, she's able to manipulate conversation like him, and she's clearly got badass qualities, to which he doesn't know the exact extent. but she doesn't have all the baggage and sort of self-loathing that he has going on, and that kinda makes him pissy.
they totally need to have one of those moments where they're all bloody after a battle and getting patched up and one confronts the other, and the accusations come rolling out, and eventually they're just sitting there divulging their lives and help stitch each other up
chet is open to romance, but i'll tell you right now- you won't get 100% of him. his heart belongs to another, and he's not going to forget that. of course, he can certainly have more flingy relationships, and even sincere romantic ones. you'll just only be able to hold onto him for so long
i really havn't given much thought to rina on the romantics. tbh she's such a mech-head that i can totally see her showing interest in saros simply for the fact that he exists... idk, rina's kind of a take-it-as-it-comes kind of person. until saros actually becomes her problem directly, which will happen VERY SOON she's probably not apt to do much. and yeaaa rina's a mechie, but she's not quite about the robot romancing. what a great subplot for a weirdass planet that would make. i really like the sort of relationship the two have though. they were like philosophizing earlier and all
i'm just gonna take a step back rn and appreciate this moment--
i've passed the threshold where i have any real control over my characters.
they act on their own.
i hold no responsibility 
oh and if i behave myself you won't see a post from me until saturday bc starting tomorrow ive got three finals 3 days in a row (yeah. saturday. it sucks) and the next post i make requires a moderate amount of creative effort which i frankly dont have time for
but i'll be here though.
lurking.
*disappears into shadows with an evil laugh and the rest of the potato chips*
wait. WAIT what about this.
clearly saros and rina seem to have similar outlooks on the subject. neither of them would take any sort of initiative. they'll be friends. they'll talk and stuff. talk about histories, help each other, blah blah. maybe they'll be a little curious about each other, but nothing major. then eventually, after, before, or even during the chaos, they just kinda look at each other. and maybe even then they don't act on it, and go about their business. but at some delicate little tipping point they both just completely go for each other. and then try to act like nothings happening
that would be fricken adorable
jeez this is sounding like stranger things
my days afre school, school, and more school. though now ill have winter break for a while and be able to post more consistently 
weee!
totally just make another character. its easy. i do it all the time. the trick is to not worry about how the fact that you're effectively increasing your responsibility each post, and likely decreasing your sleep time
dylan just wants dat space booty
yoooooooo
i like it
random thoughts on characters-
a) i keep forgetting that chet has a cybernetic arm. he has a cybernetic arm. which is toooootally consistent with his backstory note to self: tweak backstory to implement arm*
b) contrary to her pic, rina does wear a shirt. typically tank tops that cover more than what's shown. but much like her pic, rina likes the color green quite a lot
c) in his pic, chet's wearing vicardi getup. a generic jacket and pair of pants you'd find in one variation or another in really any vicardi dealer within the mid/inner rings.
d) chet and vira have the same haircut
things are pretty good, i really can’t conplain
man i really can’t wait until christmas though... i have this thing where i desperately want winter break, like most people. but then when it rolls around, i feel extremely unproductive and need to find stuff for me to do or i go insane
i’m really crap at relaxing....
i want a leather jacket....
...but the fact of the matter is i'd need to spend x2 more than normal to find one that fits me b/c im tall as heck
i'm gonna be playing borderlands. and finishing tv series that i've been putting off. and prolly pre-studying for my killer class next semester because im a nerd like that
oh and rap- (sorry. all of this is kinda going to sound super sadistic...why do i love making characters suffer so much)
try to think more on what kind of things would break vira. like what does she value? what does she have to lose? what would she give her life for? what does she really want? what's standing in her way? what terrifies her?
i just had a little spark of ideas, and i think i want to draw out the ending of the motherplot a little. make it more angsty. tie up loose ends. create some new ones. include more characters in the big twists, etc, etc. i want vira to have a moment.
you could do the same thing for saros as well, though i know we're going to do some exploring with the darkside stuff already.
for duez, i really want to exploit the internal conflict he's going through. i'll gradually reveal stuff for him later on, and sort of lead him to a slow decent into doubt and madness. weee! existential crisis!
game of thrones (last season), westworld (last like 4 episodes), darevevil (second season), and i want to start the punisher. i'm 5'11".
lol, idk if you guys remember me?
its been a while. i was here for the original zambie rp, but left when it got kinda crowded
i'll join a rp if you guys were thinking of making a new one
Rina pretended not to hear Duez’s side remark. Despite his
usual correctness in judging situations, she didn’t need that negativity right
now. They had a job to do. She couldn’t psych herself out now. “Chet has a guy
with two deep pockets and goods that need transporting,” she replied to Saros’s
question. "We're looking for some sort of power source. Something small,
but that gives off a relatively large amount of energy." Rina's gaze
flickered to Duez, then to Saros. "Duez can get us in, and Chet will send
the signal if all checks out. I just need you to watch my back in case things
go south. Stay close." Rina's words came evenly, but inside, she felt just
as unsure as Saros sounded. She'd never been this far out before, and the nerves weren't taking that matter too kindly. And Duez with his damned statistics certainly
weren't helping.
The grey structure stuck out sorely against the pale sands
surrounding it. It didn’t look very big, though anything in the middle of a
giant dustbowl would look a mite small. The body of something large, and
resembling a ship loomed beside it, and covered the thing in a partial shadow. They
were probably only a couple hundred yards out though when Chet stopped them
behind a small outcropping of rock. “Wait here,” he commanded to Rina and her
company, though more so Rina in particular. “Wait for five to get close, and don’t make the
move till I give the signal. Advance for rum, hold for tequila, and if I order whisky
get the hell out.”
Rina’s expression twitched slightly. Things were getting
very real very fast. And Chet seemed to regard it all as another day at the
office. “What if you need us? Like- to fight?”
Their Captain was already en
route when he called back. “Brandy!”
With a fluid motion, Chet loaded his Norflied pistol. Harbinger.
Huh. Aptly named. He slipped the gun its holster, but stopped short suddenly. Wait.
He was forgetting something. Something… Chet turned around just then, and
looked to Vira. He offered a hand- somehow both simultaneously awkwardly and gracefully - out to her. “Honey?” he
coaxed with bittersweet enthusiasm. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about this. No. Not at
all, really. But he needed a woman’s presence to soften the place. To satisfy
their customs. And all else, to fill the role Rina would have taken: To back him up. He was
stuck with her.
ooc: soorry sORRY. i've been in a lil muse pit, but the best medicine for that is always just to crank out a post. hope its good. if not then well its gonna be good enuff weeeee! so good to be dome with classes and be home!
ya know i was thinking about that when i wrote about duez in the last post
i actually think he's a lot like K2SO. he's got that sassy edge, but he's also kinda just done dealing with all these humans and their shit
sci fi
dystopian
survival
and some fantasy
though i'm not extremely picky- if i find a thread interesting, it doesn't matter so much
ey, plot proposal, dyl-
in the bar, i was thinking on making one of the tratreons there a previous comrade of jericho. he's gonna be wearing an old tattered fed jacket or somethin, and for one reason or another, he's gonna be REAL pissy at jericho. maybe they had a falling out or something? idk. but imma wait a round or two for them to settle tin.
then things get spicy....
Inside, the temperature dropped a solid five degrees. On a planet where outside temperatures topped 100F on a cool day, it was quite a relief. The bar itself wasn’t very big at all. Maybe it was about the size of the bridge on the Alescta. Maybe. The walls were plastered with a peculiar grey sandstone, the same stuff that was on the outside of the building, and all around, about a dozen or so orange-eyed, tusked beings glowered back at them. Chet gave a quick glance around, but didn’t slow his step. He saw bodies shift and heard whispers in a language he didn’t understand. He pulled Vira ever so slightly closer as the two stepped up to the bar where a lone Tratreon worked. Chet glanced up behind him, where rugged glasses and bottles of all sorts and colors resided. “Think I’ll take a margarita on ice… aaaaannd a local craft.”
The bartender gazed back at him. Dead-eyed and unamused. They were peculiarly dressed, the Tratreons. Donning hardened leather garments with deep red circular accents, they matched much of the interior of the bar, as a matter of fact. The seats, wall hangings, and even the lights up above were propped by the intricate crafting of the stuff. Chet inspected the lighting before turning back to the Tratreon. “You… you do have lime here, right?”
“We do not trade Erdol,” the being suddenly interjected. “You seek Belren for this.” The Tratreon’s voice was gruff and unwavering, though he spoke with a degree of smoothness that seeped surprising for someone whose first language was that of barbarians. However unusual, the words almost seemed to blend together with very little emphasis on syllables. He seemed almost bored.
Without another word, the bartender turned back to what he was doing previously. There were numerous grapefruit-sized rocks scattered about on the counter. With a violent pop, the bartender cracked one of them over the edge of a sandstone brick that sat on the counter. The rock, which wasn’t a rock at all, split down the middle as a pale green juice spilled out. Chet watched on, slightly dumbfounded. He spoke? He spoke... and what in the hell was an Erdol?
- - - - - - - - -
Rina’s fingers twitched slightly. What was happening in there? Had it been five minutes yet? It felt like an eternity. “Alright. Let’s go,” she decided finally. If Duez scolded her for jumping the gun, so be it. She couldn’t sit around much longer without losing her mind.
The trio approached the building, though unlike their partners, they took the roundabout way to the back. There were small windows hollowed out in the sandstone walls, though all appeared to be blocked by leathered curtains. As expected, with all the silly humans distracting inside, there was no one outback to stop their approach from the back. Rina listened through the comm as Chet spoke. There was another voice. An inhuman voice… Rina slipped off the link for a moment and pressed her ear up to the back door, but heard nothing. Her eyes flickered to Duez. “Can you pick anything up?” she asked in hardly a whisper.
((*claps hands together*
alright!
so the 'power-source' chet is actually seeking is in fact coming from the brick that the bartender just used to crack the rock-fruit on. its connected to a mini grid that powers the bar for lighting, making ice, etc. i'm guessing duez would be able to detect the power source to some degree? also i'm guessing with saros's super-hearing, he can probs hear common conversation within the bar, maybe? there's also a tratreon with a fed jacket inside, but he's not really being suspicious at the moment. like chet said, most of the people there are in pairs with a significant other. but never fear- chet's got an great lil excuse to be traveling with two partnerless ole boys... (here's looking at you, jericho)
that sounds really cool!
i havn't read it, but i'm down
i like this
