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[walkingraven]

Thank you, Rhanne. Took the post right off my keyboard. and to all and sundry; Our door is always open! (due primarily to a casual attitude and the bit about the gorram thing being busted long past repair)

[Nor Azman]

Space monkeys... that's my theory why our front door never get fixed... And if you ask me what happened to our old HQ...space monkeys...

Welcome Vangrey and Luxfugio! We have enough can of beans for everyone!!! After that we're going duck hunting...for space monkeys...


ps. Hey Vangrey, if you're into RP and stuff, you may want to take a look at MWO Fan Movement --> Fan Fiction section. There's two or three RP threads gearing up. I loiter at the fan fiction section sometimes meself

Edited by Nor Azman, 03 October 2012 - 06:35 AM.

[XxPhantomleoxX]

OMG lol i think im gonna like it here ((tries to hide the excitment))

[Carnivore]

Luxfugio, on 02 October 2012 - 08:56 PM, said:

by the way who do I need to talk to about some work around here?.

A man down the bar turns and stands to 6'6" tall, a semi-automatic pistol on each hip. He walks up and extends a handshake.

Hi I'm Cyprus, but everyone knows me as Carnivore. I think we have some work for you, I'm just not privy to that info yet. First thing we could do is get you a lance. I run with Saffron's Strikers. We're full right now but, I think Danny's Boys has a space. We'll find you a free bunk soon but, there are more important things right now.

Calling back to the bartender -- I'll have another vodka bottle while you're back there.

[walkingraven]

No, Carni! I'm cutting you off at seven when you have a drop in four hours! Get yourself some sleep. And NOT in your mech!
As for work... I'm certain we know someone who needs to be detonated...

[XxPhantomleoxX]

((Appearance))-((Emote))- a man walks into the bar his appearance is stoic, wearing your general paramillitary garb that looks as though it has been heavily enhanced, with a large dufflebag in his left hand and a large backpack, the man also appears to have a Bright red cloth wrraped around his head in the fashion of a folded bandanna. eying the activity in the bar he moves over to the table to the farthest corner of the bar and takes a seat, reaching into his backpack he takes out an oddly large laptop and begins typing quickly watching the members in the bar.

[walkingraven]

The barkeep, a tall man in a long brown duster, approaches slowly and rests his elbows against the bar. As his coat shifts, you can see an oldstyle slug pistol on his hip. "Afternoon, fella. Welcome to Old Serenity. You looking to hire or be hired?"
The man looks up and down the bar slowly, casually scanning the room before he leans lower. His voice is low, "You ain't here for 'the Gizmo', are you?" His dark eyes are serious and steady, watching you with unsettling intensity.

[XxPhantomleoxX]

Looking up at the bar keep the man silently reaches for a pen and paper, with a sharp click ! ! of the pen he writes down a series of questions.
((the Ambience of the situation))- OOC-the feeling is that of slight confusion who ever interacts as to why the man is writing on a sheet of paper you ca choose to go with the ladder or choose your own action-IC-Emote-

scribbles quickly question 1: yes i have some questions for you about the history of this place my second question is do you have a decent cup of coffee im severly jetlagged and i could use a pot right now-Emote-smiles warmly

[walkingraven]

The man eyes the note for a long few seconds before setting it back down. "Yeah... just forget about that gizmo thing. We got something that resembles coffee." He turns to a contraption that looks like a still and an espresso machine were slammed together with a great deal of force and then welded into a whole with parts from an engine of some kind. Turning a spigot over a tall steel cup, a dark fluid issues forth.
"Of course," He says with a smile, "It does resemble burnt laser coolant too." The steaming cup rests on the counter with a strong acrid odor wafting into the air.
A few stools down, a lanky Irishman gets up. "By the grace of the almighty lord above! Umby, you should warn a fella when you mean ta pour out a glass o' that brew!" The Irishman moves a few stools further on before settling again. "And it's cruel of ye ta serve it ta another man!"
The tall man shrugs with a laugh and leans against the back counter. "Moerku Umbrias, At your service, stranger."
He gestures to the open hanger around you. Looking around, you see there is no clear line as to where the mechbays begin and the bar ends. One table is host to the focusing chamber of a small laser, some kind of card game, and several half empty glasses (one of which has half a dozen tools standing up in it). Another has two men standing atop it poised to draw their guns.
"Gunslinger! DRAW!" Each man whips his pistol free and tosses it at the other, scrambling to snatch the flying firearm. One fails completely, fumbling the arm until it clatters on the table at his feet while the other overbalances and topples to the floor.
"We are Browncoats. Nothing fancy or special, just a handful of fellas with no place else we'd rather be. For one reason or another. I pulled this outfit together in the belly of this ancient dropship to fight back against the pirates that raided my home. To stand up when the navy turned over the remains of that home more interested in what the pirates were after than who they left behind. We aren't here to do what's right, though often enough we do. We're not here for revenge or money or glory, not all once, anyway. What each man is here for is freedom. We do what we can to let other take it as they like, but it's our own freedom we gathered to protect. It just so happens that we tend to make the 'Verse a better place in the process. And that suits me just fine."
Umbrias stands and stretches. "Sermons make me sleepy though. If you're interested, find yourself a place to bunk and a mech you think is pretty. There's enough spare parts to rebuild an army in this old scrapyard, long as you aren't particular about your armor bein' all the same color. Two things though.." The barkeep leaps up onto the bar, stepping on a stool before hopping to the ground. He meets your eyes again with a laser gaze. "Keep your distance from the saucy redhead we got runnin' around here. She's mine and mine alone. And drink that before it goes cold or it'll seize up your innards something fierce." He then walks away, coat lifting loosely as he goes. The more disciplined men stand and salute as he passes. "To the finest Commander an outcast ever had!" The Irishman shouts. A hundred voices voices join together with glasses raised.
The Commander turns, his coat fluttering in his wake. "Ain't I told you guys not to do that?"

[XxPhantomleoxX]

((-Emote-and-action-))picks up the cup of coffee and stares down at it for a long time-in his mind hellister is woundering how could he have stubled on such a place with an assortment of raggamuffins such as himself, daydreaming he snaps himself out of his midday daze and throws the cup of coffe straight back the burning sensation in his belly reminds him of the grogg he use to drink everyday on his home fringe planet (a combination of the purest fringe moonshine and the worlds most powerful coffebean extracts) delivering such a punch that all who drank it for the first time would usually **** themselves breaking again from his daydreaming he realizes a distress beacon on his laptop the thinking back to why he came to this place ((the serenity bar and grill)) he gladly thanks the colorful individual who he had been talking to earlier, though he was no longer standing there and makes his way to the bunks to turn in. -Emote and -action- while on his way to the bunks he begins to ponder on his future as a pilot and if he will ever see his beloved Nineseraph again or if he will ever see his tribe again, but thinking on what has transpired today he looks forward to the future and is hoping to interact with his fellow Mercs and allies alike Nineseraph is the name of his most favored mech ((a coustomized awsome with a Black,red and purple paint scheme he lived in his mech seeing as it was coustombuilt for survival and not just combat on top of that it had blueprints and prototype weapons for man to man combat which i will get into if someone attempts a conversation with him btw he hasnt replied to who he is or what he does so someone ask him his name all ive gotten is people introducing themselves halfway were hellister comes from you have to ask them if you can know their name if so you automatically are involved in his/her personal matters just through a simple thing as giving a name, it has to do with their societies trust with one another and how deep it goes)) having to pay off a debt that isnt even his fault was bad enough but having his most prized possession stripped from him was going to far in his mind hellister swore he would take back all that ahd been taken from him and then some and would unite all those deemed unfit to join the ranks of the prestigious in a community that would one day bring balance to the places known as freespace btu it all started here and this would be the breeding ground for the work ahead. placing his things under his bunk he sets his laptop down and begins to search the most well known documents on pilots in this sector an information regarding work after an hour of searching he turns in to call it a night his thoughts and dreams racing in the back of his mind woundering when the time to strike back will come waiting for his chance at redemtion,and waiting to Renew the broken society of his once noble tribe-OOC-the story will only build from this point on invite friends to join you liink your stories with lets see how far out story can really go and how far we can reach into the stars See ya starside space cowboys.

[walkingraven]

** Punctuation is a little better but could benefit from just a little time taken. And don't worry about timing out. If you think you may have, just highlight and copy the passage, reload the page, and then paste. Works every time. Also, we really ought to move this to and RP thread on the home site. Most folk don't take kindly to some of us posting books all the time. http://browncoats.az...s.net/home.aspx Just duck into the forums, drop an app and a hello in the rolecall. I'll have the RP thread started.

[XxPhantomleoxX]

can do

[Carnivore]

walkingraven, on 07 October 2012 - 08:35 AM, said:

RP thread on the home site.

I see it and will post in it soon. Are there any recognized ways to separate things like setting descriptions, out of character chat, or actions? I'm not the best at roleplay text, but I can try to help it along.

Edited by Carnivore, 07 October 2012 - 06:15 PM.

[walkingraven]

*Face palm* Knew I forgot something, I will correct that.

[walkingraven]

Alright guys. Who reprogrammed the comms array? I can't access the unofficial TS relays anymore. Or were they hit by reavers too? seems to happen too often.

[Carnivore]

Ok, I won't cut the red wire next time. Everything is fine now.

[walkingraven]

You're forgiven. Now go put on a pot of gumbo and get the cryogenic tank onto the antigavitic cargo sled. We're gonna have a party and see who shows.
And be sure to pass around the recent holopics of 'Jenny'. The scarlet headed minx was spotted on planet a few days back. Interpol my rear reactor exhaust.

[GentlemanCake]

Bloody 'ell, again? 'Ow does she manage to get around, half the gorram 'Verse has gotta be after 'er by now! (Yep, finally got a character voice!)

[walkingraven]

Cockney, Gent? And yes, my ever blushing bride is stalking Antallos. Again. The Prince may be crooked as a polio stricken dog's hind leg, but he's got more to fear from her than we do.

[MaelornDekal]

A man walks in wearing black pants, a light grey, long sleeve shirt, and a brown vest, unbuttoned, with the collar turned up. He has a young face, but, contrastly, has a hard set jaw and a sorrowful look in his eyes; the look of a much older man who has seen, and experienced, a great many things. He pauses by the door, and looks around the room, taking in all the sights and sounds. The man notices a board on the wall with many papers pinned to it. He gazes at it for a moment, and then, with a grunt and a small shrug, walks over to the board. He reaches inside his vest and pulls out a folded piece of paper, which he then pins to the board. The man then approaches the bar, and waves the bartender over. " 'Scuse me. Been wanderin' the 'verse for a spell now, and figured I'd like to settle down for a bit. The black gets awful lonely, ya know. Anyways, I've seen my fair share of combat, and I can handle myself in a firefight, both in and out of a 'mech. I put some of my personal info up on that board over yonder." *knods his head in the general direction of the bulletin board* "I'd be much obliged if you could point me in the direction of someone with whom I could speak to about joinin' up with you. If you'll have me, that is."