#protoss rp

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Closed RP for @macabrecabra. PART 2 of >>THIS THREAD<<

Mi'Nerra tilted her face back toward the Mindripper in her arms, looking at him. She patted his neck guard encouragingly, arms still around him.

- Don't mention it. Mi'Nerra is enough - she replied with a murrmurr. Neveux still latched on to her, she stayed in her hunched over position. She looked around the room, extending her mind and searching for Xonav's tag with a question.

So close to the High Templar, Neveux could probably feel the soft bleed off of the threads of her consciousness, carefully, but briskly explore the room. It felt like a small bird fluttering around, soundlessly and immediately withdrew as she fixed at a point in the air at the furthest chair. Xonav was probably there. The chords of a brief, inaudible exchange rippled the air, then Mi'Nerra looked back at the unfolding scene.

Madrak looked up blinking at the Forgemother's command. The Zealot's armour under him was already dark, half slipped apart, half loose and the front piece with the crystal in his hands. He looked at the armour piece and casually threw it next to the unconscious Zealot. A swift strike from his baton sent the piece spitting sparks. He tugged at something between the plates of the remaining chest armour with his other hand. Their binding undone, the pieces fell apart, cluttering to the floor. He swiftly pulled out the energy core from under his back and threw it away.

He kept on peeling off the layers of armour, removing any odd piece with quick, practiced hands. He ripped up the padded undershirt with a motion to check there too. It didn't take him long before he flipped over the limp warrior on his bared belly and continue deftly on any remaining parts on his back. He only scoffed at the flashing up holo, and continued with his work, more furious.

"Suitor..."

There was a sickening crack. The Zealot's arm bended in a wierd angle as the engineer sitting on his back ripped of a darkened warpblade battery from it. How did this monster dare to degrade the Forgemother so, assuming things left and right?! How does he even has the audacity to call her names??!! Shuddering from anger, he continued to deactivate the other gauntlet. If the warrior under him stirred to life from the sudden pain, he sent him back to dreamland with a swift strike from his baton.

Mi'Nerra held Neveux closer and only frowned at the projected form. She hummed a calming note with her core, listening to the one-sided exchange. This Infarius... he talked a lot... Suddenly, Madrak screeched at his repeated mention and the insult toward Cerendak. A sparking warpblade battery flew through Infarius' projected head.

The High Templar's freckled face remained motionless when the Bone Collector beckoned her. Her eyes flicked down for a moment considering her possibilities, than looked back up. Xonav brushed an invisible hand against Mi'Nerra's bare upperarm. The woman's head turned away, looking in front of herself as if pondering to go over to the holo.

"He'll keep you hidden" she pushed the thought in the Mindripper's head. She squeezed his good hand before her arms slipped out from under his arms and stood up, only turning when she fully straightened herself. Xonav wordlessly slipped his arm around the Mindripper's shoulder, using the few seconds of cover Mi'Nerra's leisurely movement offered them. He pulled him against himself, under his cape, concealing the smaller Protoss. Skarath was there too, desperately clinging to her cousin.

Mi'Nerra lingered at her spot, measuring up the much larger man's projection, only a strongly disapproving frown on her soft, freckled features. She started toward the device, moving as if she was gliding through the air, head lifted high, her movements precise and effortless. She stood next to Cerendak, her fragile, slender form much more apparent beside the taller warrioress. Her glance wandered over to the glowing skulls at his pauldron, than up to the man's head. - Interesting... fashion statements - she replied flatly.

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PART TWO OF THIS RP >>>LINK<< @protoss-menagerie

Arsurus couldn't really get around ...

Arsurus couldn't really get around the massive arm. As soon as Hedrak saw his attempt he gently, but firmly papped the child down and left the taloned hand on Arsurus' shoulder to keep him seated. As long as the child stayed beside him, the other hunter wouldn't bother him. - Bad kitty... Hungry... No runn... - he rumbled in an almost whisper, leaning down to the kid, never taking his gaze off the cougar under the bush.

He only waited a few long moments, to make sure the other hunter understood he will be moving and keeping an eye on him, before he planned to reach under the child's arm and motion him to climb back up on his back. But the feline's gaze suddenly flashed away, in the direction of something running their way. Light, limber steps, but not fast enough. Hedrak saw the feline flatten down in a moment's notice, fixated at the slender shadow... A knot jumped in Hedrak's throath. The young woman apperently recognised the child's, Arsurus' squeak. Dear Adun...

Hedrak looked desperately at Arsurus. He wanted to tell the boy to yell, to tell the woman to drop to the ground, that she was in danger. But the words... the damned words!

Saraki immediately twirled after the younger woman, riffle-staff* in hand. - Delarix! Dear! - she shouted after her desperately, chasing on her trail. She sent an urgent call through her link to her hound, calling him.  She should have stuck to her, or she should have ordered Maar to stay with her. Now, her hound was somewhere on the other side of the field searching and she was already running out of breath thanks to her current state. Neither of them would be able reach Delarix in time, unless a miracle happened.

The feline, he knew his claws were sharp and true. He didn't like Protoss meat, but this one, the one that had been strolling further up the gardens, was running straight at his position. The noisy youngling that could have been a nice meal, was under the crested one's protection. The approaching protoss was still some distance away, but if she ran any closer, he will take this game, stringy or not.

[ooc: that riffle-staff thingy is pretty similar to that stick thingy rei used to shoot around with in staw wars: the force awakens]

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CLOSED RP starter for @warmachinesforhire-andworthless

The fountain in front of the cylindrical metal building was fancy. There wasn't anything figurative in it's structure, but the metal was molded masterfully in intricate patterns and it still held a stylised, well polished silhouette. The building's recieving hall was spacious with the obvious hints of glamour of the Khalai present in it's design, the light pouring in it through tall windows. A number of Probes hummed about their business above those who were going on their business in the building or just simply lingering about, conversing.

Most were well dressed, or in service uniform. This place did look like a place where military could have been involved. Some gave Mazkalar a condescending glare when he approached the receptionist's desk, but otherwise the Tal'Darim engineer was ignored. The young woman, who looked more like a girl, was mostly polite but bored, until Madrak's name was mentioned to wich she sighed with a disgruntled expression, shoulders dropping down and rolling her eyes. She asked Mazkalar for some patience. A call and a curt conversation later, she told the pale man that the High Templar will be recieving him and pointed him in the elevator's way with directions.

At the elevator another Tal'Darim grabbed the door before it closed. Just as tall as Maz in full power armour and a dark visored helmet, she stared at him for a long moment. She wordlessly enetered the cabin and stood next to him. She had a package under her arm and was going to the same floor. The elevator shot up at the side of the building, showing a very panoramic view of the square below as it rose.

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OPEN RP STARTER - will change when taken. SC one, I want to move around a bit my Hybrid. C: (also reblogging to main blog)

The weather has been turning chilly and rainy lately. Even though his makeshift camp had offered him good enough protection, most of the larger prey animal Hedrak hunted had slowly moved to warmer regions. Moving with them, and leaving the forest he had already mapped up was out of the question. The smaller packs and herds path led across open field before reaching the mointains southwards. Hedrak still remembered hazily that most of the battles he had fought and forgotten had happened around there.

Even if he could avoid being sighted by the two neighboring settlements, there must have been military outposts along the way. If his intact brethren sent squads to comb the forests and the ruins from time to time, the open plains had to be more strictly watched. Especially now as it turned colder and forced some of the remaining feral Zerg packs to follow their prey. Some other packs, with cunning and more cautious leaders did not leave, knowing they wouldn't be able to escape the invisible eyes of the Protoss.

All that remained in the forest were birds and smaller animals that could easily manage. Even with the territories more loose now, the peace was teneous at best. Following the better game was an immediate death sentence for him. Staying in the forests and the surrounding ruins meant contest with the remaining predators and feral Hydralisk packs. Packs that easily outnumbered and outpowered him. He watched from his perch as the last of the grass-grazers' herd disappeared on the horizont in the foggy dusk. The sight filled him with silent dread. They won't be coming back anytime soon.

One thing was sure. If he let himself depend only on the forest, sooner or later he would have to confront one of the packs for food. Confrontations that will inevatably weaken him and leave him starving if he can't hold up. A lone cougar-like creature passed under his tree. He knew this one, a powerful, imposing feline, that would sometimes laze about on a sunny spot, where their territories overlapped. They sometimes kept eachother company on slow, sunny afternoons, ignoring the other in general. He too had been leaving the forest, but instead of following the herd for a promising chase, he headed east, where the closest Protoss settlement laid. The street lights were already blinking up in the small town under the darkening sky.

He pondered for a moment, an armoured tail twitching anxiously behind him, chitin plates shivering on his back for a moment. He slipped down from his tree, and decided to trail after the other hunter in the tall grass on all fours. He only stopped on a hill just barely on the edge of the small town, hesitating. The feline looked back lazily at him blinking, before continuing on non-chalantly, disappearing at the bottom of the slope.

Hedrak eyed anxiously the gardens strewn below in the last, grey lights of daylight. He stretched his neck as far as he could, to peek above the grass, but he did not dare to rear on two. He stood like this for a few minutes in the dense grass, when he decide to move. A few steps and he heard a rustle on his far left from a smaller group of bushes. He froze midstep, hunkering lower in the grass. He wasn't alone...