Off On The Rim

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Someone who thinks of fighting as a goal in itself, rather than as a means to an end, isn't a warrior, they're crazy. No one's good enough to keep death out of the equation, not a Jedi, not one of the Emperor's Hands. Anyone who thinks they can't die is proved wrong very quickly."

Daos continues to smile. "Nothing wrong with crazy. But more to the point, I didn't mean that they think they can't die. But you can't let the fact that you're not immortal get in the way. I mean, if you thought that, you'd never get into a fight in the first place, right?"

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Daos continues to smile. "Nothing wrong with crazy. But more to the point, I didn't mean that they think they can't die. But you can't let the fact that you're not immortal get in the way. I mean, if you thought that, you'd never get into a fight in the first place, right?"

"You'd get into the fights worth dying for. Only reason to take a risk is because there's something to be gained by it."

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

Emperor's Hands

((OOC: Just want to comment...the Hands were so secret that even most of the Moffs didn't know they existed...not exactly public knowledge. Or rather...if you DO know, you're either the Emperor, or about to die.))

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

(OOC: Few secrets are so well kept that rumours don't spread, even if they're assumed false, but if this is the case, I'll amend my statement)

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"You'd get into the fights worth dying for. Only reason to take a risk is because there's something to be gained by it."

"That works, for given definitions of what's worth dying for and what qualifies as 'something to be gained.'" Daos rises and begins pacing back and forth.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"That works, for given definitions of what's worth dying for and what qualifies as 'something to be gained.'" Daos rises and begins pacing back and forth.

Having finished setting up the coffee pot, Lance returns to his sniper rifle and begins reassembling it. "There aren't that many things I can see worth dying for. Your home, your family, your principles."

 

[KitanaVorr]

Music throbbed the hallways the closer Talon got to Kai's cabin aboard the Rising Phoenix. He could have sworn he was standing right outside a club and not the room of some spoiled princess. Just as he approached he heard a very familiar voice grumpily call out.

"Its about time!"

The moment the door opened a wave of sound crashed into him along with the strong perfumes and various scents that distinctly marked this section of the ship as a woman's domain. The largest cabin in the entire starship, it had plenty of room for Kai's armada of clothes and fleet of accessories to go with them. All of which were every which way scattered about the place.

In that sprawl, the princess sat on the bed, her bare legs drawn up near her chest as she tested a few new colors on her nails. Her long black hair tumbled freely about her shoulders, catching iridescent red in the cabin light. Very much her father's daughter with her high cheekbones and dark almondine eyes, every strong character feature she inherited from him was tempered by the delicate touch of her mother's genes.

Still in her flimsy robe, Kai didn't look up as Talon entered but gestured at the purple color on one finger as she addressed him in a serious tone. "What do you think of this one?"

Wiggling her fingers, he could see that she had painted every single one of her nails a different color. "Which color do you think makes me look fat?"

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Talon Darkstrider: Human/Male (Scoundrel/Soldier)

Talon rolls his eyes the closer he gets to the door and mumbles to himself quietly, “The sounds of war are not nearly as load as this…” The mumbling and thought stops as a grumpy voice interrupts it. Talon ignores her grumpyness and proceeds to navigate through the minefield of clothes and avoid stepping on anything knowing that some of the clothes cost more money than he will see in a year’s time. As he tries to get closer to the princess he finds himself ever so briefly glimpsing at the princess’ bare legs which is something he’s trained himself not to, scorning himself privately, he clears a spot for himself.

If the princess doesn’t seem to mind he will sit down in the spot cleared.

Talon leans down and looks at the purple nail and nods his head as he in satisfaction before speaking, “Not bad, it looks like it will go well with that outfit over there.” He points to one of the large piles of clothes in an attempt to get out of fashion duty without coming off uncaring.

As she wiggles her fingers he realizes just how bored she must be so he plays along to please her, “Fat?” He looks at her like she has a third eye; “All of them… but only after you gain 10 Kilograms.” He winks at her in an attempt to get her to smile.

He tries to hand her the coffee, “If your nails are dry… So what’s up with this fat talk?” He puts his notes aside realizing it’s going to be awhile…

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Having finished setting up the coffee pot, Lance returns to his sniper rifle and begins reassembling it. "There aren't that many things I can see worth dying for. Your home, your family, your principles."

Daos grins. "Then your viewpoint is more limited than mine. Being a warrior is a worthy goal in and of itself."

 

[KitanaVorr]

One delicate eyebrow arched ever so slightly at the man settling down on her bed, but the coffee mug in his hand dropped the retort from her mind as she reached out to take it from him. Inhaling it with pleasure,she sipped the drink, holding it in her multi-colored fingers.

“So what’s up with this fat talk?”

"Why? Do you think I'm getting fat?" She looked alarmed, glancing down at her lithe body every which way. "I thought that maybe I gained just a centimeter or so...damn it! Now I have to go on a diet."

Her full lips curved slightly downward. "Its Daddy's fault! Why do we have to be here anyway? There's a kicking party in a couple of days and I need to get there! I need a new outfit! Doesn't he know that's life or death?"