April system, Vingloria | Let's go steal an arsenal | tw: violence, thievery | Multiple choice
[ There's nothing quite like being an Earth's Greatest Thief during an alien gold rush, it's the kind of thrill Parker could only dream of. Not that long ago, she'd pack up as much of the shiny stuff as she could possibly carry on her person, and get the hell out of dodge (granted, a little tricky considering her getaway spaceship moves at an unpredictable timing, but what's life without a few risks?). She has every intention of doing just that - when she runs into a farmer getting beaten up by one of those hoodlums she intends to burgle. A while ago, maybe she walks away, maybe she kicks the guy in his special place then walks away. But now...now she has to figure out how she runs him out of...the asteroid with just thievery.
Getting rid of his arsenal feels like a good first step. Working for that gang? Oops, your armory seems to be empty now - sorry! Had a similar idea about stopping them? It's pretty crowded in this vent, don't you think? Oops, did she get spotted? Almost like having intel and a team makes this job easier! Wanna give a girl a hand? Or, getting all these crates of arms up on the shuttle (to be disposed of in the void of space, she's really not into any of those ending up in her face. Arms dealing really isn't her cup of coffee!) is a lot of work, and while she's strong, from an outsider perspective she is pretty skinny-looking...offering help is only the gentlemanly/ladylike thing to do! ]
Iskaulit | All work and no play...something something, she never really got that saying
[ There's a lovely lady sitting at the bar, all on her lonesome, poking curiously at the dish set before her with a look of complete concentration. Does she like it? Does she hate it? She's not really sure herself. The bartender puts a shot in front of her, and she sniffs at the liquid curiously - new, or just odd? Who can tell in this place, right? - before giving it a curious sip, and finally downing it and putting the glass back down on the bar. ]
Parker | Leverage
[ There's nothing quite like being an Earth's Greatest Thief during an alien gold rush, it's the kind of thrill Parker could only dream of. Not that long ago, she'd pack up as much of the shiny stuff as she could possibly carry on her person, and get the hell out of dodge (granted, a little tricky considering her getaway spaceship moves at an unpredictable timing, but what's life without a few risks?). She has every intention of doing just that - when she runs into a farmer getting beaten up by one of those hoodlums she intends to burgle. A while ago, maybe she walks away, maybe she kicks the guy in his special place then walks away. But now...now she has to figure out how she runs him out of...the asteroid with just thievery.
Getting rid of his arsenal feels like a good first step. Working for that gang? Oops, your armory seems to be empty now - sorry! Had a similar idea about stopping them? It's pretty crowded in this vent, don't you think? Oops, did she get spotted? Almost like having intel and a team makes this job easier! Wanna give a girl a hand? Or, getting all these crates of arms up on the shuttle (to be disposed of in the void of space, she's really not into any of those ending up in her face. Arms dealing really isn't her cup of coffee!) is a lot of work, and while she's strong, from an outsider perspective she is pretty skinny-looking...offering help is only the gentlemanly/ladylike thing to do! ]
Iskaulit | All work and no play...something something, she never really got that saying
[ There's a lovely lady sitting at the bar, all on her lonesome, poking curiously at the dish set before her with a look of complete concentration. Does she like it? Does she hate it? She's not really sure herself. The bartender puts a shot in front of her, and she sniffs at the liquid curiously - new, or just odd? Who can tell in this place, right? - before giving it a curious sip, and finally downing it and putting the glass back down on the bar. ]
That's yummy, give me more stuff like that -