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[stardxstsouls]

[ closed with @the-winter-dork-rp ]

El stood at the head of the training room, staring down all of the equipment that was carefully organized by purpose. She needed to train, but didn't know where to start. Only weeks before, she'd made the mistake of going on a self imposed 'patrol' of upper Manhattan, only to very nearly humiliate herself on the news. And despite recovering just in time to prevent that, the impression she'd left was starting off awful.

Thank the stars for secret identities. However long that might last.

She set her stuff down on a bench against the nearest wall, then stopped short of one of the machines when she saw someone already present in the room. Most of the team were elsewhere in the tower, or away on business, so she hadn't expected to crash someone else's workout.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't realize you were here. Do you mind some company?"

[stardxstsouls]

[ plotted starter with @soulstcne ]

Among the many things that could transpire in the endless expanse of space, bumping into another ship - almost literally - wasn’t quite near the top of the list. The void was so large and empty that you almost needed to make an effort to be anywhere near another person. Yet, Elara and Nex-Us found themselves stopped en-route to their next destination in order to assess the predicament they found themselves in.

Drifting listlessly ahead of them was another ship. No visible damage, but then again, pilots didn’t usually shut down and let fate decide what to do with them. It was possible, thought, that it was empty. A catastrophic failure could have sent the passengers to the nearest habitable planet on an escape pod. A raid by Ravagers could have left it stripped of parts or... anything else. 

The only way to determine the cause, or the next course of action, was to investigate the vessel, and there was no time to waste.

The distance between the two ships closed in quickly, and Elara cautiously started the process to bridge communication between the two. First, the universal translator. Second, finding the right signal. 

“This is the kree starcruiser Starchaser. We are non hostiles. Do you need aid?”

[drugrattes-blog]

  ---@clstcr || X || VICTORIAN ERA

“What are my eyes being graced with? The presence of the prince in person?” Joan’s an eagle, when it comes to seeking for people she’s interested with-- especially when they happen to be royals that hang around unhealthily often around the places she usually hangs around in; bohémien weren’t always seen as pleasant company by the higher classes, after all - the fact that he, Jean de Reynard, lingers in places where she & her ‘kind’ does aswell is as perplexing as it is interesting. She wastes no time in approaching the taller and older man, as fierce and bold as always, holding in one hand stacks of written papers as she tips her hat with the other.

“Surely you aren’t out here for a walk, huh? You know, being royalty and all... people might get ideas, if you keep lingering around these blocks, monsieur,” she feigns worry playfully, not even caring about their class difference as she pinches strongly his arm for a split second. “Get ahold of yourself, your highness!” ( what... a brat. )

[drugrattes-blog]

  ---@cantiio​ || X

“...Sofya seems to like you.” and it isn’t a wonder, really. Remi is a petite, just as her little owl ( by name ) is, so of course the volatile feels like ‘bonding’ with her. Even though Joan’s pretty much the same height. Maybe Sofya managed to get along well with her because she’s not too tall in first place. “...A lot.” in fact, she seems very eager to be petted by Remi. Or at least, to Joan, it looks like it. She can’t interpret perfectly all of her pet’s movements, not yet, so she’s not sure, but it seems to be something along those lines.

[almond-joyous]

Future Partners || Closed RP ||

@gunsnboots

And there she entered the God of Destruction’s lair. Her facial expression left little room for any imagination to roam free how she was feeling. No. Her expression was set in full disgust at the sight of the God. Her future life link. How disgusted she felt. Her master had send her to do his bidding, he was a coward and even the slightest hint to his life link would scare him into hiding. Pathetic little man he was. Because of this she held little to no respect for her master and would just go about her own way while preparing for her future task. Becoming the new Supreme Kai of Universe Six.

Without any fear she walked straight up to the, what seemed to her; sleeping fat cat, ignoring his attendant in the process, “ You there, Fat Cat, I got a message from your pathetic life link. Care to hear in exchange for some ‘catnip’?” She said while mocking him in the process for being a cat. Hands crossed over her chest as she now held a dull expression to her face. How casual she stood there…

//RIP Muse X’D.

“You there, fat cat... Message...”

Champa groaned at the sound of someone else’s voice, as it had awoken him from his slumber. It was like nails on a chalkboard-- grating and irritating. But the real concern came when he realized it was not in fact his attendant’s voice, but someone strange. And they had mentioned his life-link, the Supreme Kai of Universe 6.

He sat up, gritting his teeth, and turned to face the stranger head-on. How had she gotten past Vados, of all people? Still, a message from his fat, pathetic other-half had to be somewhat significant.

“Excuse you, what did you just say to me? Are you aware who you’re speaking to, or do you just have a wish to sign your own death certificate?”

[drugrattes-blog]

 —@rxciidivist || X

“That---” she’s trying to not be suspiciously irritated; but, alas, it is an hard task when your impeccable reputation ( as if she didn’t have a shitty one already ) risks to get soiled by one silly mistake you made. “That... spoon is mine. Yes. Please. Thank you. I’d like to- to have it back.”