- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Roughly 9:30 AM-2:30 AM (CST)
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Alt History, Anything really. It honestly depends on how I'm feeling. I am always up for a good, solid Cyberpunk RP. I'm also up for Crossover RPs.
Harper rolled her eyes at the men who obviously didn't get what she was saying, so she just left it at that.
"Right... well why're you asking anyways, if I may ask."
@Minerva
The young pilot sighed. "Should we tell her? This doesn't seem like any of her concern."
Morgan Yu nodded. "She has a right to know." She stood up. "Something's been attacking several minor patrols. Something that they can't fight against. It's just become a rumor among a few patrols that the Order has some sort of new spirit." She looked at the other two men before taking an ID card off of the box. "I will see you all soon."
Fandral the dashing
The Asgardian was dressed in his usually noble green trimmed in fur with medium Asgardian flexible gold armor. Armed obviously with a scabbarded blade.
"I beg your pardon my Lady. I am quite new to this planet, and frankly this part of galatic space. You see, where I come from, I am known for my prowess on the battlefield. Where could I look into applying to help with the defenses in some way?"
However odd it appeared, his body language betrayed no shenanigans.
@Minerva
Skyla looked at him. "I'm UN Logistics Division. I deal with incoming and outgoing shipments of supplies. Depending on what organization you belong to, I would talk to your commander."