Harmonyish

[Harmonyish]

Character Name: Harmony Evans

Character Source: SWU

Character Faction/Alignment: Allegiance: Herself- Alignment: Lightside

Type of Roleplay: Looking for a bit of everything. Dialogue, interaction with environment, and some sort of action sequence or combat.

Roleplay Requirements: Mentor's Discretion

Reason for Request: Looking to brush up a bit on my role playing and open it to critique. Bit rusty, too, since I haven't RP'd since I was last here in early 2012.

Notes: Don't be afraid to be brutally honest with your criticism, my feelings won't be hurt by anything you say, even if it's to tell me I'm terrible beyond repair.

Roleplay: Notes said to wait for a mentor to respond first?

[Rugs]

TERRIBLE AWFUL BAD GAW


Just messin. I guess I'll take you up. Though how much I have to say depends on you =P So we'll see how it goes. Anyway, I'll use Tsubasa (link in sig). Matukai. Generally agreeable fellow. Fine for talking, fighting and general shenaniganery. I'll let you whip a scenario up and I'll join in and follow along.

[Harmonyish]

There was a worrying whine from the engines as Harmony pushed forward on the throttle. It resisted, and as she pressed on the ship began to shudder, forcing her to back off.

"Don't you get an attitude with me," Harmony growled at her rather moody ship.

As something of a mechanic herself, it was a bit embarrassing how long she had allowed this problem to persist. The ship had been growing less responsive every week, and it was beginning to feel as though it would give up on her altogether at any second. She knew what the problem was: there were a few essential components that had worn down from use, and they needed replacement. It was a problem she had done her best to ignore and that sort of procrastination was now coming back to bite her.

"Just a little bit further, okay? We're almost there, and I'll pick up the parts while we're there."

"Are you speaking to me?" Harkin chimed in, having heard that last remark and regarding Harmony with some confusion.

"No, just the blasted ship is all. I'm just hoping we can land at this point without creating a spectacular explosion."

"Well, yes, that would be preferable, despite your fondness of explosions," he replied. Was that sarcasm I heard? Harmony wondered. "I have, of course, been warning you of the problem for some time now. Warnings that you have been content to ignore, presumably until we are hurtling through the atmosphere of some unsuspecting planet with all the haste of a meteor."

Now that was definitely sarcasm, Harmony thought, glaring over at the droid who was definitely long overdue for a memory wipe. She decided it was best not to entertain his eccentricities with a response, and instead turned her glare toward the planet growing larger in the front viewport. Farrfin, almost a home away from home at this point. Good place to find scoundrels with jobs that need doing, or scoundrels with a bounty on their heads.

She had already checked in with docking control and was granted permission to dock at one of the ports in Jahhnu. Harmony made the course adjustments, and tweaked their angle of descent to compensate. Smooth sailing, so long as no complications arose. Only a few minutes later, and the ship shuddered again, this time from the landing struts making contact with the ground. Harmony began clicking off the ship's systems, then rose from her seat and swept out of the cockpit. Harkin's metallic footsteps soon followed.

"Alright, I might be a while, we'll see what happens. Take care of the ship, don't let anyone steal it, and make sure you and Goggles don't get into any trouble while I'm gone," Harmony said, speaking as though she were a parent leaving the house to her kids for the weekend.

"My compliance with your last order will be entirely dependent upon him, I'm afraid. He so rarely listens to me these days," Harkin said, and Harmony could swear she heard weary exasperation in his tone. Harmony paused at the loading ramp, grabbing her belt from where it hung upon the wall.

"Goggles!" Harmony shouted, her voice echoing through the ship. A few seconds later she heard a string of electronic chirps that she assumed meant he was listening. "Behave! Harkin's in charge!" She fastened the belt around her waist, then grabbed her pistol holster from the wall and secured it as well. Lastly, she took her coat, and slipped it on, putting a hand to the hidden interior pocket to ensure her lightsaber was there.

"For all the good that'll do," Harkin commented, regarding Harmony's instructions for Goggles.

"Yes, yes, I know, but just do what you can," Harmony said with a grin, knowing that her lovable droids would probably stop just short of blowing something up. With all she needed now secured to her person, she was ready to head out. She leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on the droid's "cheek."

"I'll see you later," she said, and with that she swept out of the cargo hold and down onto the dock. She was greeted with a warm breeze, and surprisingly also a warm rainfall. Not heavy, but enough that she suspected she would be soaked by the time she reached any of her destinations.

An attendant stood at the end of the dock wearing a ridiculous raincoat, and Harmony quickly fished out the appropriate amount of credits for her use of said dock. A façade of civilization on a planet full of crooks, how quaint. She placed the credits in his hand and kept moving forward, into the city itself in search of a job.

[Rugs]

[Not much to say, really. You did pretty well, as far as opening posts go. Good use of NPCs to keep the post flowing smoothly and entertaining, which isn’t always easy to do when you have to conjure up a scenario from thin air.]

Rain fell.

It was the warm, misty sort of rain that called to mind the Cerean springs of Tsubasa’s youth. Then, as now, he’d enjoyed the rain. And, now, as then, he went about his business without a raincoat or any similar protection. He could always call on the Force to shield himself from wind and rain if a true storm arose, but he chose to embrace the steady pitter-patter for as long as it lasted.

Fittingly, he dressed lightly, leaving his usual clothing and bits of armor on the Vagabond. As such, he wore his normal non-normal clothing: a dark blue sleeveless shirt, some loose grey pants and a pair of sandals. If he trusted the ground beneath his feet, he would’ve gone barefoot, as he had on walks in the rain on Cerea. Romantic though he could be, Tsu wasn’t about to get carried away.

He strolled along the town streets, drifting easily through the lazy afternoon crowds of (primarily) cat people that were heading this way and that way. Farrfin was a nice enough place, he supposed, once you looked past the seediness. As far as criminal worlds went, you could do worse.

Still, it was for that specific reason that Tsu left Ifrit behind on the Vagabond. The droid could deal with the rain, no problem, but Tsu was much more concerned about some sneak trying to get onto his ship.

Not that he truly expected anyone would try, but anyone dumb enough to hazard it would find the little dragon droid waiting for them and full of suprises.

In the meantime, Tsu looked for work. It was hard to say what kind of jobs might await in a place like Farrfin, but surely, there was something approaching honest work, if he looked hard enough. Or at least honest enough to make him not feel sleezy.

So far he’d turned down two assassination contractions, going after a bounty on a family who’d turned to squatting gangster’s property due to gambling debt, one worker suppression offer and a drug smuggling deal.

He figured he’d be on the world for a little while yet, though and hoped burn bright. For now.

Speaking of burning bright… The Epicanthix turned his head to follow a warmth that suddenly washed against his senses. About ten meters from him, emerging from one of the many docks scattered across the sprawling city, was a woman. A Human woman, or close enough to one that he couldn’t tell. Probably a traveler, not unlike himself.

It was the Force that held his attention for a moment. He’d not felt the Force in anyone on this world so far — not more than any normal living being might have, then out of the blue came-

“Hey, outta the damn way!” a burly Farghul yelled as he crashed rudely into Tsubasa. He stumbled forward a step from the impact, then pivoted on his heel to glare at the offender. The offender… or one of his lackeys, rather, glared back. The leader himself was strolling down the street, without a care in the world. A lit cigarra burned dimly, the end poking out into the rain from under his broad-rimmed hat.

“Better watch yourself if ya got a problem with it, offworlder,” one of the lackey jeered. “No one mouths off to the boss. Would hate to see that pretty face rearranged.”

Tsu furrowed his brow, holding back a retort. On the one hand, he was absolutely certain he could take the four troublemakers.

On the other, he wasn’t sure they were worth the trouble it would cause.

A moment of consideration passed, and he let them go, but not without committing their faces to memory.

“The things I do…” he muttered under his breath.