Syarha Screething's page

Heh, I know I left, but I really like what you guys are doing... I thought it was hilarious that I went AWOL... :D

Sorry I dropped off grid guys, but I am officially quitting for life reasons. Jelani, I wanted to say that you were the BEST GM I have ever plaued with, and honestly, I aspire to eventually be as good as you. Guys, you all rocked the roleplay, and I am sad to go, and happy I could play.
-Tanis Half-Elven Signing out

"Hmmm... Games of chance scare me a little, is there any games of BS, or Blackjack?"

Back.

I will be going with walter, to mingle and find nore out about the area enless anyone needs my skills.

Sorry to say, I will be moving, so if you could bot me the next week or so, I will try to find time to post, sorry guys.

Guys?

Still here, looking for a good point to enterject
"I have to agree with walter, to early to tell..." I reply to leo's first question, after waiting a few thoughtful moments.

I smile, finally given a worthy job. I haven't really been thinking this entire time. I need to be on my toes. And I need to be ready to get inside my opponents heads. Maybe not really opponents. Whatever. I could rule this place. No. That's wierd. I should talk to the astromage. No. I'll wait, Leo will introduce, it'll be fine. "Quiet, girl!" I hear. She's right. I need to focus. Dialogue is important. Yes. I grow an intent look ok my face as I begin to focus as well as I can.

I'm not sure how you want me to do this, but, Syarha is looking for every little thing she can about this society. Are the people at the door to talk to? If so, I'll go.

EDIT: of course one of the most important is butchered...

I will make my way over to the shuttle bay.

Sorry, I was unsure
During this time, I will start walking around and talking to members of the ship, making sure they aren't butt-crazy.

Hey, Cap'n... Can I do anything? I'd love to help..." I say to Captain Ageera. I am losing it, this is so boring.... Maybe I'll go exploring again...

I head to the conference room.

I turn from the group, biting my lip, hard. I try as hard as I can, but I can't hold back a few tears. I killed him. A little green guy. Why? I wasn't threathened. I hate battling. I look away from everyone as I walk away, to the teleporter. When I reach the telerporter, I shout.
"Syarha's room, or whatevers close" I bark, although I am looking away from people, my face turns beet red, knowing I was noticeable...

Initiative 17

Syarha's hand shoots out again, casting forth two large missiles at the squealing goblin.

Magic Missile: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 4) + 2 = 10

Round 7
Initiative 17

I lunge forward, hand spread appart, ready for the magic rush, as the missile looses upon the final foe. God, I hate doing this...
Syarha has a look of disgust as her enemy recovers.

Magic Missile: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Health: 17

So sorry, I hate the person who never posts, I had a lot going on... :(

Am I in the room yet? Or am I still finding my way? If I am in the room, how far away am I from enemies? If I am within range or can be in range for magic missile, I will shoot magic missile

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

I groggily wake up, not remembering how I fell asleep... Then I recall a sudden shift... I had fallen. I slowly stand up.
"Hey, ship, where is everyone?" I pause for a second, listening for an answer, then with haste move to the specified area.

What initiative am I going off of? Where exactly am I?

Back guys, looks like I have some catching up to do...

Hey guys, really sorry to say, but I'm going to be gone most of this week, from today till next Wednesday, I'm really sorry, and if the only option is to drop so be it, Wish I could stay...

"Just exploring... Do you like your job?" I wonder aloud, then I pause, "What emotions are you capable of, being an AI and all?" I prod, just trying to talk.

"Yes, it is ok, please call me Syarha. So, how much do you monitor us?" Syarha asks as she climbs over cords and such, in a curious tone.

Sorry about last post, didn't have time for anything juicy

Well, what to do know... I could talk with the spaceship, that could be interesting, NO, I have it, I'll go exploring! With that thought, I cautiously leave my room, I didn't really want to leave, I just couldn't bear being alone. I quickly begin running around the entire ship, travelling the places that say don't, and any other such things, looking for someone to talk to.

*UPDATE*

Syarha Cleans

I quickly thank him, and go to my room through the teleporter, to set it up how I please, and then I will wait in my room, cleaning and such, until I'm needed.

"Before you leave, is there anything I should know? My workplace, office, do I even get one?" I ask, unknowingly. So, looks like I don't have any real office mates. No big deal, when I'm not working, I can just wander around.. I think, as I lose myself in my thoughts.

I look the people I assume to be my group, with a smile. I quickly walk over.
"Hello, what are your names?" I ask, trying to be polite.

Jelani, you're doing great...

I rub my hand to the back of my neck, "Personally, I always liked it here, it was my first real home..." as I trail off. I didn't want Auntie to yell anymore. It was the most she had in months, and I was sure it was because of how much I was thinking.
"Kimefe, where are you from?" I ask Kimefe, hoping for a conversation with her.

Thanks, I was lost

I walk in,
"Hello crew!" I say, as I walk in, and plop down on an open seat.
"How has everyone been? I'm excited, this is my first Mission." I say, hoping a conversation.

"Such a ..." I murmur, under my breath. I walk into the ship, looking around for my quarters, or anything of that nature, not being accustomed to space travel.

The tram ride was of little interest. I had seen the buildings before. Nothing new. It never was. "Stay Positive!" Auntie reprimanded. You never know with her. Whatever. I was excited about leaving. It'd be fun. I liked being in the spaceships. I think as I approach the teleporters. I quickly, and quietly slip through one. I loved the way my hand tingled when it scanned me. Then I came upon Captain Ageera smoking.
"Hoy, Captain!" I say as I greet him. I look in disgust at his cigarettes.
"Do you need help quitting?" I ask, genuinely wanting to help. I stand in front as I continue. "I went through extensive training for things of this nature. Just ask, if you want. Also, may we enter yet?" I ask, as I shift to my side, leaning, looking for an answer, making sure not to get in the way of his smoke.

"Actually, Grunk, sure, I'll come..." I reply to Grunk. What could it hurt, it'd be fun, and, I haven't been out for a drink in quite a while. Not waiting for Grunk, I head out the door to nearest bar, to hang out talk, and enjoy myself. I'll leave at 12:30 to go and pack. And take a nice shower. Then at about 13:20, I run to the Airtram. So, I reach the place about 13:35, to wait.

Not sure of their was any bar scenes you may have wanted us to play out, but this is more like an itinerary, as opposed to, a descriptive whay-I-do...

Ahhhh... I'm settling back into my motion. The hum-drum of my life. Maybe my new job. That's a better word. So, what now?
"Well... What now? Packing?" I ask, in my regular voice. Regular as in, nothing added in. Just me asking. It's strange when I don't include emotion in my voice. I'll make sure to include it in the future. The future. It held so much. What of it? Whatever. I had got a good read on Capta Alejandro, an a**hole. And a weak one. As of the others... Kimefe seemed like she was a real worker. Not a problem. Just... Not my style. Not that I didn't work. Counselors usually had downtime. Grunk, he just liked rallying. Fighting. It was pointless. Well, it had a point, but I figure we can resolve things with talking. Horus was... Mysterious. If you weren't a dwarf, human, or elf, you were... Different. I had always been human. Except my strange eyes. And pale. Just a trait though, she was human. She knew it. Then there was Walter. He was just a kid, who didn't know what he was doing. I am young, probably younger than him, but I still have that mental age difference. And there was Baasira. I definitely want to know her more. She sounded like that interesting person, one that's fun to talk to. Just, it. They could definitely be friends. "Girl, this is no school ground!" Auntie yelled into her head. Aghhhhhh. The mind numbing scream had hurt me. Not physically, it was just, so loud. Cringing in pain, I look up, to everyone else. Then it's gone. A look of relief crosses my face. That was embarassing... I think, then I lean back into my chair, waitkng for further directions...

"I've taken down multiple men with just my bare hands, Grunk Bigfix, and, I don't care what the measly engineer has to say to me, because, while you where your grease suit, I'll be happily sitting in an office." I softly whisper across the table, to Grunk, in
a happy voice. I had trained to be able to calm people down, but I don't know why he had said that. Or why I said that.
"I'm sorry, thats was rude of me. Please Grunk, let me do my work, and you can do yours." I softly reply again, trying to get him to forget of the situation. [i]I shouldn't let others control me like that. I had let him. Why would I let an ORC? Whatever. I slump in my chair, defeated at my own game. I needed to pay more attention to my feelings.

"Of course, Admiral," I say solemly. The excitement may be good, but the chance of getting injured... And what if I can't defend herself? What if I won't be able to shoot my pistol? Would I be able to pull back the energy of my homeland forest to attack enemies? Hopefully, because if not... I don't want to think about it. I look up happily, trying to hide how afraid I was of death.

"Wait, we'll be... Fighting?" I ask, with a pale face. I had never really fought. Except when I escaped jail. And a few training sessions. I don't really like it though. I hope we don't have to fight much. Whatever. I'll just deal with it.
"Actually, it's not a big deal," and I resume to listen and think, a constant multitask.

Gosh, stop being so nervous, I think to myself.
"So, are you excited for the mission?" I ask, as I calm myself down. This is great. Well, can't say I'm so excited to be on a ship with an orc, but, whatever. It's nice to have human fellows. And Baasira. She seems nice, maybe I could talk with her later. That'd be cool, if I could get an actual friend. Start a standing here. Kimefe seems a little stand offish, like she doesn't want to be my friend. "Shut Up, this is no school playground!" I cringe at the voice of Auntie. I practically fell out of my chair. Whatever. I listened to the voice though, she was right. Or was that me? What if I was thinking this unconsiously? "Stop, pay attention." I sit up, and place my hands on the table, and listen intently.

"Aye, Aye Cap'n" I belt out with a smile. Everyone was thinking it....
"Sorry, I'm Syarha, the counselor, pleased to meet you," I say with a wave. I never liked how everyone was so busy here, 'call me captain,' blah blah blah,' It bored her...

"Well obviously something long term, because I'm here, and a counselor isn't a one day job, usually pretty long term..." I reply to Horus, He sure looked busy, with his walking in and staying on his scroll whatever. I never liked the scroll whatever. Or any of the tech for that matter, it made it to simple. And it seemed rude to not even look up when others talked to you. Started with those blasted tablets of old... Maybe not actually. But whatever, they weren't all polite. Why am I not busy? Maybe I should go chat with Leo. He seemed a likeable fellow, how he looked at me earlier. Happy, then he chuckled. A chuckle of a joke, one he had thought to hinself. right after he looked at her badge. She'd loved that badge, Could actually find it a meaningless postition. Her own commander... "Stop accusing what you don't know!" she heard, cringing at the pain in the voice. Life is wierd. No, no, people are. Or creatures...

I am a little put off Kimefe doesn't want to sit next to me. No need to start an unwanted fight, she probably just wants to get down to business...
"Hello Bassira, that's a beautiful name. I am Syarha, the counselor, helper to whom I can, friend of many, thank you, for being able to spare your time for this, I'm sure you're terribly busy." I say as I bow humbly, and graciously. Gosh, I didn't now how nervous I am, I must really be coming off as annoying...
I silently get up and move to the opposite side of the room to Kimefe, not wanting to further annoy her.

I look to Kimefe, my new friend
"We'd better go in, where'd you like to sit, then we could sit next to each other and talk, maybe listen. Yeah, we'd better listen, whatever, c'mon though, lets go..."
I say, purposefully trying to be annoying. I stand at Kimefe's side until she decides she wants to go in, and I go in next to her.
That lady, do I recognize her? I think to myself...

Syarha begins comfortably chatting, not waiting for responses, continuing a conversation with herself, as she stands next to and faces Kimefe, being somewhat annoying, but not to distracting. A backround noise. You figure it's out of nervousness. Talking should keep up their spirits. Kimefe... A pretty name, of strange origin. I wonder where she is from. "Later, patience, child" Auntie whispered, in a kind voice. Strange. She never seemed kind. Whatever the matter, she figured she would put more thought into her quiet conversation...

I look over at the tall woman again. She looks like she could use some help...
"Exscuse me, but would you like any help holding those?" I say as I walk over to the tall female, with my hands outstretched, ready to hold papers and such.
"What was your name?" I ask, after she has handed or not handed papers to me. Not waiting for a response, "Well whatever the matter, I'm Syarha, pleased to meet you, we got to stick together, crowded in a can with a bunch of men..." I say as I trail off, now waiting for a response...

I retract my hand at the sight of Grunk. Who let that in? He was a full head taller than the others. I mentaly compare our sizes. He'll probably be in my office a lot... Unintelligent creatures... He could eat me in the night...

"Yes, I am," I reply to the man, towering over me, as I put my hand out for a handshake.
"My name is Syarha, I think I may have seen you around campus, did you say your name?" I ask. He should be a helpful one, what of that other one though, standing behind him? Why was everyone so much taller than little ol' Syarha... Whatever...
Syarha resumes her straight stance in front of the door.

Sorry, I'll try not to be a post hog, just like good RPing...

To think, I was just like them, attending classes, talking, only a few days ago. What makes us all so happy? The impending doom on everyones shoulders would crush us all one one day. "No negativity!" I swore I actually heard auntie yell at me. I had to stay happy. No flashbacks. Thats anger. I can't get angry. If I do then Auntie'll... Auntie is gone. Gone. Back on her small planet. It was agony, lying in my bed. Her bed. The whippings. The terror. "Happy!" the words flashed through her mind, like a lashing. No matter how much I resent it, I have to listen. Whatever. I'm getting close, I need to clear my thoughts.
Syarha begins looking through the crowd, sizing up fellows who might be in her assumed fleet. She picked out about 5 maybe people.
I wonder what their stories are... I wonder if they need my help... Maybe
Syarha begins walking near them, on the way to the briefing room.
I need to think military
Syarha straightens her stance in front of the briefing room, waiting for the door to open, so she may enter. She will then enter the room quietly, and sit, or whateve the options.

So are we just waiting for walter to make the changes, then we'll start?

Jelani-
I was disappointed at first, because you forgot to put my name under excepted people...