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Chiemi took a nap in her room. A nap which turned into sleep, and a sleep which turned into a dream. The same one as always, of course: A vast, abstract void which breathed and pulsated around her -- and at times, even seemed to communicate with her. Maybe. This time, it was a wave of vibrant...

"Wake me up when you guys figure it out." Tules drooped her head and instantly started snoring in her chair.

Now comfortably situated in the hotel lounge, Dan scoffed and leaned into the guy sitting next to him. "That Bek guy doesn't look so tough." The other man did not respond, instead silently grabbing the underside of his own chair and scooting away a few inches. Dan only smirked and cocked an...

Tules nodded slowly from her chair, her eyes closed in thought, and her thumb and forefinger framing her chin. "That's crazy," she said. "You remember everyone's last names? I don't even remember half of these guys' first names." She reached over to pinch a large piece of bread from the table...

The kitchen was just a notch too bright, casting a sickly yellow glow against the off-white plaster walls. As the sound of a washing machine rumbled distantly in their outdoor shed, Chiemi lay mostly flat against the faux wooden flooring, propping herself up with an elbow as she dragged red...

As the airport fell into mayhem, a lone man hung his arm over the backrest of a plastic airport seat and scrolled idly through his social media feed. Hands, suitcases, chairs; there's nothing that didn't go flying within minutes of the MAXIMUM announcement. Popped wheels rolled across the...

"Harharhar!" Tules joined in, pouring some of her ale into Rattlesnap's cooking.

Tules immediately began guzzling the ale, keeping an eye on the door as her ear perked up to the sound of approaching voices. Gesturing with her bottle in hand, she turned her shoulder and pointed at her incoming crew with a pinky out. "Only thing you lot are gonna kill is the hot dinner ol'...

"Damn, I already ate." Tules rolled a stiff shoulder as she followed Lionel's lead, letting her gaze wander about the sleepy port town. "Had to feed the beast..." She gave her belly a few contented pats and a rub. "...and where does that leave me? Missing out on free food. Peh." As they walked...

"Isn't this dude kinda fake as hell?" Tules loudly whispered within total earshot of Bronson as she leaned in toward the rest of her group. "Had a mayor in my town who looked just like this guy, he was a huge prick."

A youthful warrior leaned excitedly into the wooden railing, her gaze cast port-ward as the ship struggled through choppy waters to ease into place. Locals gathered 'round the pier with interest, watching crewmates run the mooring lines down to the dock, working in unison to secure the exhausted...

Name: Dan the Man Biography: You've never met someone who was as The Man as Dan. Claims to have never lost a fight, bet, or tourney thanks to his "slav magic". He plans to carry his hot streak into the Great Ganbatte after announcing it to his friends, family, and three-hundred thousand social...

Name: Chiemi Asato Gender: Female (She / Her) Age: 14 Appearance: Red hair, pale face, sunken eyes. Looks short, but only because she's hunched over all the time. She's about average height for her age. Personality: Tired of life, but still trying to find meaning. Education or Employment...

Name: Angrah Tulien, AKA "Tules" Gender: Female (She / Her) Age: 24 Race: Ionthra Magical Affinity: Earth Trade: Bounty Hunter Appearance: Tules has a fair complexion and wears long, dark hair that she usually keeps tied up, and stands about a head shorter than most people. Despite her...

The moment Jill was fully boarded onto the Blackbird's Cry, their fingers flew to the topmost button on their suit, swiftly working their way down in practiced routine until it was off in a matter of seconds. Underneath was a cozy blue pajama shirt with the words "I Love Moon" printed on it...

The morning of departure was without ceremony, as were the mornings before it. Shower. Breakfast. Checking the dating apps on their phone just in case someone suddenly wanted to confess their undying love before the blackbird leaves the nest. Dressing for work. Another thirty minutes or so was...

Image: Kotoyama Name: Jill Glasscock Pronouns: They/Them Age: 39 Race: Human Ethnicity: Celisian Home: SV Celise Occupation: Rockologist Appearance: Pale due to lack of exposure to natural sunlight, not necessarily by choice but due to the limitations of the vessel they were raised in...

Chioran moved to protest Konan's sudden departure, but it was too late. Thankfully, Bhara had silently volunteered to wrangle the little troublemaker back; he was a handful to be sure, but those two were less likely to butt heads directly. If she had gone herself, there was no telling if the...

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In the imperial city of Holowald, the affairs of the common and noble districts seldom overlapped. However... "... it would seem that this day is turning out to be more interesting than most. Tell me, what brings you here?" A thin pane of golden light divided the room, peeking between drawn...