Always by your side || Luke Patterson
Chapter eleven~ her special ability
2020
The raven haired boy arrived back at Julie’s house, more over in her room. His eyes dared to the blonde who tried to lift a frame from the dresser. The shaggy haired boy stood in front of the bookshelf, studying the pictures. Reggie himself lays down on her bed, fingers running over the fabric of her blanket.
A voice disturbed the silence, “what are you guys doing in my room?”
“Uh..”
“Um..” they stuttered, view wandering between each other.
Luke was the first to find words, “we were looking for the kitchen?”
“This..” she points toward the band, “this cant happen. Its creepy,” her eyes now glued on reggie, “get off my bed, please.”
Luke raises his arm, “hey Julie, whats in the box?”
“That’s off limits.”
“Oh. Oh okay,” he chuckles, “Girls stuff.”
Julie crosses her arms in front of her chest, anger reflects in her facial expression.
“Oh, like butterflies and glitter?”
“Oh, come on. I'm sorry about them,” Alex insists.
“It's none of your business. And yes, there might be some glitter,” she teased.
Alex holds the frame in his hands, spinning around to his friends, “hey!” he chuckles, “I actually picked something up,” when he finished the sentence the frame fell on her bed.
“I dropped it,” disappointed he looked down onto it.
“Is that your mom?”
“Yes, and it’s my favourite picture of us,” she emphasised the favourite, “you break it, I’ll break you.”
“Okay, well, sorry but we’re kinda unbreakable at this point,” Alex adds.
“I don’t get it. You guys can mess up my bed, pick up your instruments, but can’t pick up other stuff?
“I know, its hard. But for some reason, our instruments easy.”
“Yeah, like super easy. Oh and check out what I learned today,” in the next seconds his bass was in his hands, throwing him back in the beanbag.
“Yeah, that looked super easy.”
“Can I ask you guys something?” they nodded.
“You told me about your sister, right? Is she a ghost too? Did you saw her? Can she do it too?”
“Well.. this one.. this one time she.. she told me she was surfing and people could see her, she could talk to them like we do and she kinda lost her mind.”
“You never told it!”
“Yeah, maybe cause you’d freak on the fact she’d leave this dark room.”
“She what?”
“Yes, she left it during the day to avoid you and at night she came back and talked to me and Luke.”
“This means, every time I thought she'd visited my dreams again to talk to me, she actually spoke with me?!”
“I remember she said something like that earlier.”
“Earlier?” His friends asked in sync.
“Well yeah you know how she can feel my mood? So do I and I felt it earlier so I searched for her and we talked,” he shrugged his shoulder as if it would be the casual thing in the world.
“Did you wanted to inform us about it?” Alex questions running his hand through his hair.
“I don’t know, if she came up in our conversation maybe..”
Their little argumentation was disturbed by a knocking on the door and Julie’s dad sticking his head in the door, “everything okay?”
“Yeah. Im fine.” Luke let go of Alex’s hand, he had clutched against his chest.
“Okay. I thought I heard you talking to someone.”
“Nope. Must’ve been my laptop.. that I just closed.”
“Okay, if you need anything..” he points to the door.
“Yeah. Thanks.” This was his clue to leave, he closed the door and the attention of the girl was abruptly on the raven haired boy.
“Your dad seems like the kind of guy who likes to barbecue. I bet he has a great ribs recipe.”
“I don’t know. But if you guys wanna talk to me, we have to do it in the studio. He’s worried about me enough as it is.”
“He seems chill. You should just tell him about us,” luke suggests.
“You’re kidding right?” she sighs, “the past year, everyones been watching over me, being super nice, as if theyre waiting for me to snap. If I tell my dad I met a ghost band, I’ll be back to talking to Dr. Turner three days a week.”
“You probably shouldn’t tell him.”
“Julie…”
“Oh my gosh! I told you to leave it alone!”
“I know. You shouldn’t have said nothing cause now I cant stop thinking about it, so.. Whats in the box Julie?”
“It’s just my dream box, okay? Whenever I get a thought, I write it down and get it out of my mind.”
“Like lyrics?” His body shifts so he faced Alex, they both knew exactly what the other was thinking; this was like Sabrina’s green book, every little thing which crossed her mind was written down in it.
‘Where is it now? I had it in my bag at the Orpheum, I couldn’t just lose it right?’
“They would be if I still wrote music like I used to with my mom. Now it’s full of stuff that doesn’t make me sad.”
“But, I mean, you do play. We heard you this morning,” Alex raised from his seat stepping closer to her.
“In the garage?” Luke hits alex upper arm, brows knitted.
“So you were there too?”
“Uh.. I don’t…” his voice a pinched ton.
“uh he was, like..,” Reggie's voice on the same level.
“We were..”
“Somewhere.”
“So, where is you kitchen, by the way,” the shaggy haired tried to distract her. He rested his head in his palm as he laid on her bed, also with puppy eyes.
“Okay, we need to set some boundaries,” she bend down to his level, “for starters, stay out of my room!”
“Mm-hmm. Cristal clear. Let’s go.”
“We're leaving,” they made their way over to the door.
“Yes, ma’am! We’re out of here.”
Moments later Alex’s head was in the room again, “hey. Um, sorry I didn’t mean to bother you. Did you get back into your music program?”
“No.. no I didn’t.”
“I’m sorry. That really sucks,”
“thanks.” His eyes wanders around the room and silence felt over the pair.
“is that it?”
“Yeah. Yeah, this is getting weird,” she waves at him and he leaves her alone.
The band was back in the studio sitting spread across the room. Reggie tugs on his bass, Alex head rests on the drum, Luke’s eyes glued to the roof.
“You know guys, I really miss her,” the shaggy haired boy whined, “but I can't forgive her, not after all those years. I mean she ignored me twenty-five years, like.. wait she’s stubborn she can and will if she wants. But I thought…”
“Shut up, talk to her or leave it,” Alex exhales.
“that’s the point, where is she, what should I say, whats her response.”
“You’ll never know if you don’t do it.”
There was a knock on the studio door and through the window were some blonde strands visible which floaded in the wind.
Reggie sat up, his eyes laid on the door, “should we open the door? Is that her?”
“Come in!”
Sabrina poofed herself into the room but was still in a good distance to the boy.
“I shouldn’t be here, I know but.. I.. mm..”
Alex was fast on his feet, embracing her fragile body, although they weren’t alive anymore they both still had their special scent which felt like home for each other.
“I was an ass, Will. And I should have listened to you but I was so heated that you didn’t told that we were dead for twenty-five years.”
Their little moment was interrupted by the guitarist who taped Alex’s shouler letting him know they weren’t alone.
“Brina. I was so selfish and full of anger. I .. I really missed you and your voice. I’m sounding like Alex but I’d probably should had listen to you and your point of view.”
“Yeah right. It’s.. never mind. I should get going.”
“No Will stay.”
“Right, we have to introduce you somebody.”
“It’s this Julie, right? Yeah, she’s impressive, you should probably play with her, push her and all this,” Sabrina shruggs her shoulders and Reggie locked his eyes with her, a brow raised; he felt it and she knew it.
Luke’s eyes lit up as she mentioned her voice, “yeah she is stunning,” the grief in her grew and Reggie’s eyes widened. Alex looks between the two, seeing her eyes are welling up.
“Do you mind if I talk with Will in private?”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.”
“That’s bullshit. Talk to me Sabrina.”
“It’s just, y’all hate me and I understand but you have to understand me too. And now with this girl, I’m losing you and Luke, the way he looks at her…”
“How would you even know?”
“This morning when she sang, I was there, I saw you, her, everyone. And… and I really wanted to hug you, talk to you but I couldn’t.“
“But I didn’t saw you?”
“Well yesterday I saw the three of you at the orpheum, you even passed me as well as this tall man in smoking and black coat. He bumped your shoulder but went straight through me, it drove me crazy so I wanted to speak to you and I knew where I would find you so I came here. First, I.. I was in the garage as well but then you three poofed in and I left, then y’all were outside as well and your eyes laid on me so I thought you saw me.”
“But I didn’t.. but then suddenly you were.”
“I was, the whole time.”
“How’s that possible? Are you superman?”
“I don’t know but we’d try if people see me without surfing if I want to. I mean not Julie cause she can see you without you playing your instruments.”
“Her friend Flynn, she can't we should do it...”
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Episode 6: End of an Era
Strap yourselves in guys, this one’s a long one, but a good one.
In this session, we were joined by two friends who happen to be married to each other, L and A. L provided snarky comments on the session hijinks and A played sound effects and brought the DM’s speakers over when he wanted to play something specific.
The DM explains how, after an 8-hour speeder ride across the planet, we’re put down in a field and the speeder disappears. We’re in the middle of open farmland, nothing but rolling green fields dotted with small rounded bumps. These look like old abandoned grain silos, but Grif and Rralwarr know that inside one of these silos is a turbolift down to the safehouse.
Rralwarr: I wanna do something. Before we go in there, I want to check Taveau for anything Death Watch could be using to track us.
DM: And you’re... going to do this how?
Me: Are you going to warn Taveau before you do whatever you’re planning to do to him?
Rralwarr: Yeah--like “hey Taveau I need to check you for trackers before we head in.”
Taveau: h
DM: Yeah that was technical language, you only barely understand what he’s saying.
Taveau: I got like... half of that. Grif?
Grif:
Grif: Hmm what? Oh I was trying to remember which of these silos leads to f̸͎̽l̸̤̾u̵͙͆f̸̗͆f̸̣̀y̵̰̎p̶̦͂ḽ̷͊à̶̳c̶͕̄ê̷ͅ...
Everyone:
Grif: Yeah he wants to know if there’s any way Death Watch could be tracking you.
Taveau: *instant paranoia* I?? Don’t?? Think so??? Uh, this armor never belonged to them, I don’t...
Rralwarr asks if there could be something in the helmet. Taveau explains that it’s a remarkably low-tech helmet, only useful for deflecting plasma bolts from your face and holding caf, but lets Rralwarr examine it. It is, indeed, a very plain helmet with no attachments. Rralwarr is satisfied. We head down.
Rralwarr and Taveau both have a bad feeling. It seems too easy. I’m kind of expecting Death Watch to already be down there, holding Grif’s family hostage. When the new Roll20 background loads up, showing a bunker, I nearly have a heart attack when I see several character tokens facing the entrance where we’ve just appeared. This changes to relief as I see that they’re Wookiees.
DM: as the doors open, you see two Wookiees in the room before you. They roar an enthusiastic greeting, and one rushes forward and hugs Rralwarr. From behind them, you hear someone speaking basic. “Excuse me--Medrull, Talwarra?” and poking in between them comes a man who looks a lot like Grif, but older and greyer, in very luxurious robes.
Baron Welkonna: Son. I’m so glad to see you safe. Rralwarr, thank you for keeping him safe.
Then there’s sort of a moment of awkward semi-silence as everyone looks suspiciously at Taveau. Everyone except Medrull, of course, who immediately starts talking to Grif about how much taller he’s gotten, and asking whether he’s been eating well. Baron Welkonna pulls Rralwarr aside, but the other two Wookiees stay where they are, politely but firmly barring Grif and Taveau (mostly Taveau) from entering the room.
Baron Welkonna: I was not anticipating a third person, Grif made no mention... is everything alright? Who is he?
Rralwarr: Yes, it’s alright. Regarding Taveau--Taveau is his name--he’s helped us on our journey and as far I understand it he is running away from the ah
H:
Dm:
H: I Should Probably Think Before I Speak
DM: Yes.
H: OK I’m starting over.
DM: You can do that.
Rralwarr: Taveau is our pilot, he is the one who got us to our destination, and... he is running away from slavers, as I understand it. He hasn’t told us much and I think there’s more to it, but he has helped us, and has fought alongside us in battle.
Baron Welkonna: Ah, the poor man. You trust him?
Rralwarr: Enough.
Welkonna: Does Grif trust him?
Rralwarr: Yes, I think so.
Welkonna: Medrull, Talwarra, everything is clear.
We’re allowed into the room and Baron Welkonna comes over to Taveau.
Welkonna: I apologize for seeming a bit rude at first. These are trying times, but I have been assured that you are trustworthy.
And he holds out his hand for a handshake.
Now let me explain. Taveau feels like he’s entered another dimension, here. Not only is this man ridiculously wealthy (and Taveau is still semi-convinced he’s some kind of royalty), but he’s nice. Taveau isn’t sure how to react to either of those things but especially not the second one.
Taveau:
Taveau, struggling to remember how normal human beings behave when they’re not fighting for their survival and having near-death experiences every two seconds:
Taveau: Thank You Sir *shakes hand, casually has an out-of-body experience*
Baron Welkonna: I understand you’re been a great help to my son.
Taveau: h
Grif: Ohmygoodness he has been amazing!! He’s such a great pilot and he got us off of Ryloth when we were trapped there and I don’t even know what would have happened if we hadn’t met him, we probably would have died!
Taveau, having another out-of-body experience: I... would have died too, so... thanks for letting me tag along?
Baron Welkonna walks Grif and Taveau around the complex, showing Taveau the facilities, while Rralwarr hangs out with the other Wookiee bodyguards and chats about his adventures. The furnishings are simple but comfortable. There’s the living area where we came down, which has a couch; other rooms branch off of this in two directions. The one straight ahead from the entrance is a sleeping area with bunk beds, which we’ll get back to later. The other door, on the left (with your back to the entrance), leads into a dining area with doors leading to storage area, master bedroom and bathroom (with real water showers rather than sonic ones!! Taveau takes note. Taveau is still finding Geonosian sand in his hair, months later, and he doesn’t like it.) And in the bathroom there’s a hidden panel that opens to a hidden saferoom with a gun rack. This room provides access to the area which has the power generator and an escape hatch leading up to a small hangar.
From here we circle back around to the smaller bedroom.
Welkonna: Grif, I’m sure you remember this, you used to love playing on these beds.
Grif: Oh yeah! During the safety drills.... I remember those.
Welkonna: Do you remember the time you hid under the covers and we couldn’t find you? Midkrarr was ready to tear her fur out with worry... you scared your mother, too. She was so happy when we finally found you.
Grif: ...I remember.
Welkonna: Anyway,
He opens another hidden-panel-door into a vault holding an impressive amount of weaponry.
Grif: Wow dad, I don’t remember all of this!
Welkonna: Ah yes, I’ve made some additions to the place since you were last here. Actually: here, might want to take this.
He takes down a suit of concealed body armor that will go under Grif’s clothes.
Grif: Wow, this, this is—I don’t even know where you’d get something like this! Thanks, dad!!
DM: Taveau, Baron Welkonna notices you hanging back at the door, not sure if you should enter. He says “Ah, you look fairly well-armored already, but I have an attachment that might be helpful.”
*L and A play the Zelda item gain noise from the couch. Party takes a moment to laugh at this*
Welkonna gives Taveau a wrist attachment with a concealed vibroblade. Taveau is beyond pleased and puts it on his left wrist and starts playing with it.
H: Please don’t tell me he’s just standing there flicking it in and out
Me: Heheheheh that is exactly what he’s doing. He looks very pleased with it. Finally he retracts it and looks up at Baron Welkonna and says “Thank you, sir.”
M: Hey can I roll to see if Grif notices any guns he could use that would be better than what he’s got?
DM: Sure. (he do that) You see a very nice blaster pistol, looks like republic army issue.
Grif: Heyoo, dad, where’d you get that one?
Welkonna: Oh, that was a gift from an army supplier I helped with some tricky negotiations. I have no real use for it, would you like it? I certainly can’t object to you having more protection, though I wish it weren’t necessary.
Grif does indeed take the gun. It is a nice gun.
DM: meanwhile, Rralwarr has been shooting the breeze with the other Wookiee bodyguards, and has have endured some good-natured teasing from Midkrarr, the oldest, who is Baron Welkonna’s personal bodyguard. Medrull and Talwarra are also glad to have you back. They’re excited about the new gear they have—shock sticks. Would you like one?
H: You know this is incredibly obviously that room full of gear that you find right before The Boss Room
DM: I am being nice to you :)
H: Yes I take the shock stick.
DM: Excellent. You can sling it on your back.
Rralwarr discusses where the rest of Grif’s family is with the bodyguards--his sister is with her husband’s family, the brother who went into industry was off-world at the time and they’re having trouble contacting him, but they think he’s OK because he was about halfway across the galaxy. We also learn that Grif was the middle child, his brother was older and his sister younger (though one would presume not much younger).
DM: Medrull pulls Rralwarr aside and softly grunts to him that Midkrarr was the personal bodyguard to Lady Welkonna as well and is taking her loss very personally. She’s been extra vigilant. She considers it a failure on her part.
RR: I understand. But we’ll be safe here—
-PROXIMITY ALARM BLARES-
Everyone: Of Course It Does
DM, to Rralwarr: Midkrarr rushes past you, nearly knocking you over in the process, barking at the other bodyguards to take up defensive positions.
Rralwarr quickly gives the other bodyguards an idea of what they might be up against, then goes looking for his boy
(Rralwarr:)
Rralwarr: GRIF WHERE YOU AT
Grif, reacting to the alarm: Oh! That sounds bad!
Rralwarr: Ah he’s in here.
DM: You encounter them rushing out of the vault room. Baron Welkonna races into the dining room area, where there’s a display screen on the wall, and you all follow him. About 5 miles out you see a small freighter, flying low to the ground and slowly. You think you may have about 5 minutes, they have to go over a lot of hills and it’s slowing them down.
Welkonna: I was afraid of this. It seems we’ve been followed. I expect it was someone in the police force who told them where we were. (sigh) alright. It’ll take them a while to get through... We’re far enough down to be safe from anything but orbital bombardment, I don’t think they brought a capital ship. I think we need to retreat to the safe room.
Taveau: Then you’ll just be trapped in there!
Welkonna: I’ve reported it to the police, a force should be here in about an hour. Surely we’ll last for that long.
DM: ...The ship... is still approaching... what are you gonna do...
[Party discusses various options. Leaving through the escape hatch won’t work, they only have a small speeder there, they’d be easily chased down and shot.]
DM: Guys... the ship... is getting really close... what are you gonna do...
[Welkonna heads into the saferoom, still arguing with Grif]
DM: Guys the ship is ALMOST HERE. IT WILL BE HERE IN LIKE. TEN SECONDS.
Taveau: the bodyguards are going to be at the door, right? I’ll stay with them as long as possible.
Rralwarr agrees.
Grif looks at his friends, then his father.
Grif: Dad, I think I gotta go with em. I can’t leave em alone--
Taveau: No, you don’t gotta. Go in the safe room.
Welkonna: Son, please, I can’t lose you too. Stay with me.
At around this point, the other two head to the front, and Taveau, Rralwarr, Midkrarr, Medrull and Talwarra all take cover in places around the living room right outside the turbolift area. They also recall the turbolift so that the invaders can’t use it, but let’s be honest, did anyone really think that would stop these guys? No. But we could say that we tried, at least.
DM, to Grif: At this point, you’re at the hidden door. Baron Welkonna is already inside, Grif is still outside in the bathroom. Baron Welkonna is coming back like he’s going to grab you and pull you inside, Grif; and you notice this at the same time that you notice that you’re standing right next to the emergency seal on the door.
M: ooh. ... Hm.
Grif: Alright dad, I’m going.
And he steps out and presses the release.
Welkonna, muffled, through the door, which is now sealed for the next thirty minutes: Aaah fierfek!
Grif: I’ll try to stay safe dad!
Grif goes and hides around the corner of the other bathroom, the one at the back of the first room, where the others are waiting. Nobody notices that he’s joined the party yet.
The last we saw of the display showed the ship on the ground and six figures walking towards us. The Wookiees begin to roar--the DM describes it as a rhythmic sound that slowly builds in intensity as they psyche themselves up for battle. It works so well that it gives us all a +5 bonus to attack rolls on the first 3 turns.
Above us somewhere, there’s a very loud explosion. It sounds like the freighter may have blasted the door open. Then there’s silence, maybe a few footsteps... then suddenly:
Kote! Kandosii sa ka'rota, Vode An
DM: You hear, of all things, Vode An, but it seems to have changed, because this version is interspersed with bloodcurdling whoops and screams and lyrics that mention restoring the glory of the Mandalorian empire, taking the wives of the Aruetiise, and drinking blood from their skulls. Taveau, this gives you very unpleasant flashbacks.
Me: Yes It Does
DM: Roll a 1d4. (2) It’s difficult, but you manage to steel yourself and keep composed. That was a PTSD roll, by the way.
Me: Excellent (I appreciate the devotion to accurate characterization, and also the material for possibly later writing something. I’ll also throw in here that Vode An had come up a couple times in earlier sessions, as the DM and M discussed how great it was and played it for the rest of us. It’s from the game Republic Commando, which I bought during the Steam winter sale but haven’t tried playing yet. Considering how bad the book punched me in the feels, I’m almost afraid...)
We hear the sound of jets firing in the elevator shaft, followed by 6 thuds. They’ve jetpacked down. Then, we hear one of them shouting at us through the door: “Aruetiise! We are not without mercy. We offer you peace! Return the foreigner, his pet, and our property to us and we will leave you alone. Otherwise, you must die.”
DM: the Wookies respond immediately, cursing the parentage of the speaker. Taveau, with your shaky grasp of Shyriiwook, you think you hear one of them call the speaker a Hutt sex slave. You’re not sure you want to think about this too much, and question your decision to learn Shyriiwook.
(Me, internally: are you telling me Taveau hasn’t heard worse in Mando’a)
Speaker: You have ten seconds to respond!
At this, Grif pops his head around the corner of the bathroom wall, and yells:
GO TO HELL YOU SONSUVBITCHES!
At which Taveau whips around and goes GRIF WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!
The answer is, Grif is using his Presence skill to give us an advantage.
Ten seconds pass, and the Speaker calls “Ha! Foolish aruetiise, soon you will taste the blades of Death Watch!”
Just in case there was any doubt left as to who we’re dealing with, yep, it’s definitely those guys.
Taveau noted that Death Watch had mentioned three people specifically this time. They’re not just after him. He gives up the idea he’d had of turning himself in and taking whatever punishment they had planned for him. It wouldn’t be enough, would it? He’d been stupid to think there was a chance. But honestly, who would want to kill Grif? He was... Grif. Rralwarr was more likely to be seen as a threat, but he hadn’t personally gone out of his way to anger Death Watch, he’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. And he hadn’t been the one to kill the guy.
Taveau, who was pressed against the wall to the side of the door, leans over to the door and shouts “what do you want with these outsiders?”
There’s a bit of a, possibly surprised, pause, then the Speaker responds “We want to get to the one who shot one of our own.”
Taveau: The kid? No he’s useless believe me. He was in another room. I don’t think he even had a gun. And the Wookiee was just trying to protect him, I guarantee he wouldn’t have shot if he’d known who he was dealing with.
DM: There’s no response.
Of course there isn’t.
We hear explosives being packed around the door and we all duck and cover. The door blasts forward into the room, and in the smoke-wreathed gap appears the first of our enemies, a tall man with a rather large blaster carbine slung across his chest. He’s not using this. He is, in fact, brandishing a large beskar-bladed sword. This is the Blademaster. And so it begins.
(I’ll spare you the frantic rolling and the “oh, he missed... he circles around to try again... that guy... also missed,” and try to make it a bit story-like).
Another Death Watch grunt runs out behind the Blademaster, and the two team up against Medrull, who’s on the other side of the door from Taveau, whom they don’t seem to have noticed. He’s standing very, very still.
In the chaos, Grif pops out again and takes a shot at the Blademaster. He hits, though the hit doesn’t do very much damage. This man is a tank.
H, to M: HEY! THAT IS THE FIRST TIME YA HIT SOMETHING!
DM: Yeah, and he definitely sees you now. ...But not you, Taveau.
Me: Can I make a sneak attack with my two vibroblades?
DM: Yes... (not-a-very-great roll) Ah, well, you try to sneak up on him while his back is turned, but you bang your elbow against the filtration column, and he hears it and dodges your attacks.
Talwarra nearly kills one of the troopers, but he’s still up and fighting, on a sliver of health.
All 6 of the Death Watch are in the room now, including a Scout with a very nice & stabby knife and four grunts, fairly ordinary troopers whom the DM refers to by number in the combat initiative list.
Trooper 3 shoots at Taveau. He hits Taveau. He hits Taveau for a lot of damage. All of it, in fact. He nat 20′d both of his attack rolls. Taveau is insta-downed (not killed) and falls to the floor, limp.
(the drama of the moment is somewhat lessened by L shouting from the couch “and then one of the troopers starts crying and goes I didn’t want to go to war, I had a liberal arts degree and no one else would hire me!”)
Rralwarr roars, intimidating the troopers, who all try to stay as far away from him as possible for the rest of the fight.
The DM mentions, at this point, that these armored bastards have Wookiee pelts braided around their armor. This does not endear them to our allies.
Grif takes a shot at the nearly-dead guy previously shot by Talwarra and manages to finish him. He’s a bit surprised, and a bit concerned to see what their response will be.
The DM gets back to Taveau. “Roll a 1d3.” Ah yes, we are now in the world of death saving throws.
And I’ve just rolled a 1.
DM: OOOOOH....
Me: I HAVE INSPIRATION
DM: Oh good, reroll that. (a 3) Oh! Okay. Good. That was good. You’re stable now.
Me: But I can’t move?
DM: No, you’re still unconscious.
Talwarra, meanwhile, grapples with one of the troopers and manages to restrain him, Medrull is still boxed in by several of them while Rralwarr takes shots at them from around the couch, and while all this is happening, one of the troopers who isn’t currently busy with the others goes over to Taveau’s limp body, grabs him, and starts dragging him away. He disappears through the door and into the turbolift shaft before anyone does anything.
DM: Medrull... Medrull is going to attempt something a little spicy. (rolls a 24) Ah, yes. She moves in, grabs the guy who was previously holding Taveau, pins his arms, puts him in a chokehold, spins around and uses him as a meatshield. Taveau just sort of slumps to the ground in the turbolift shaft.
And that was where I remained for the rest of the fight. But the man who tried to abduct me went on to have a very bad time.
Grif shoots the man fighting Talwarra, but he manages to break out of Talwarra’s grip. The Scout joins him in ganging up on Talwarra.
DM: Talwarra, enraged--
H: OOH IS HE IN WOOKIEE RAGE MODE??
DM: ...I am sure Talwarra is in a Wookiee rage, yes. Is this a thing?
(TO THE RULEBOOK!)
This is a thing. Wookiees have sort of a berserker mode, and considering they’re being attacked by maniacs wearing the pelts of their dead brethren, it’s pretty safe to assume that our friends are going to be doing that during this battle. Talwarra, buffed by his righteous anger, starts whaling on the nearest member of Death Watch. Meanwhile, another trooper tries to shoot at Medrull, and his shot glances off The Human Shield for 5 damage. To The Shield, not to Medrull. The Shield wriggles around in a desperate attempt to escape, but rolls low enough to bring a deadpan “Yeah, there is no escape” from the DM.
The Blademaster also fails to land a hit on Medrull.
M: You know, “The Blademaster” seems like an interesting name for this guy who’s never hit anything with his blade...
DM: Medrull decides this trooper she’s holding has too many arms... (bad roll) but fails to pull any off. She’s still got him in a firm grip, though.
It’s here that Grif yells to Rralwarr, “Get Taveau!” because I’m still lying just outside the room. Rralwarr is surprised to see Grif there, but ‘trusts his judgement.’ He doesn’t run for Taveau, though. There are kind of a lot of people duking it out between him and the door, including Medrull, who’s swinging around an entire flailing human. Instead, he takes a shot at the Blademaster, master of the blade which never lands.
Grif, seeing that he and Talwarra, who’s closest to the back, are getting a lot of attention, yells “let’s fall back!” to Talwarra and ducks into the bathroom, which, might I mention, has no other exit. The trooper Grif had shot at a moment before rushes after him. And then he rolls a crit fail, crashes into the door, injures himself, slips on the slippery bathroom tile floor and falls on his face. He is now prone. Grif steps over him to get out of the room, and then shoots him while he’s still lying down.
Talwarra grapples with the scout and The Human Shield, who is having a very bad day, continues soaking up damage from his own teammates. Then the Blademaster makes a surprise-dash attack on Rralwarr, which does 34 damage, leaving him nearly dead. Medrull, seeing this, goes into rage mode and decides to body-rush the Blademaster, using The Human Shield as a battering ram to smash him out of the way. She succeeds beautifully, inflicting damage upon both the Blademaster and The Shield, who is really not having a good day.
The Blademaster, now nearly dead, moves away from us, and... before anyone can finish him off... pulls a syringe from his belt, jams it in his neck, and regains a large chunk of his HP.
Me: I hate that guy.
H: I hate that guy too.
M: I don’t like sand.
Rralwarr medpacs himself, gets his health back, and then goes into rage mode. Medrull, still holding the least lucky man on this team, uses him as a melee weapon to bludgeon one of his teammates. Rralwarr takes out his new shock stick and slaps the Blademaster with it. The Blademaster goes down.
Grif takes another shot at the trooper who slipped facefirst into the Welkonna bathroom, who has managed to stand up again but not to do anything else. He rolls a 24 for this.
H and I simultaneously: OOOOOH,
Me: You are more competent than Taveau, who has been trained to kill from birth!
DM: You manage to hit a battery pack on the side of his helmet. It explodes. Half of his face is now gone.
One more down, but Talwarra goes down a moment later. Rralwarr slams into the guy who downed him, the Scout, with his shock stick and knocks him backwards into the hallway where Grif is standing, shouting “Take the shot!” to Grif. Grif takes the shot and crit fails it. He uses his inspiration to reroll, and still fails to hit anything, but at least he didn’t crit fail and hit Rralwarr. Unlike the other member of our party. (see ep. 1)
Meanwhile, The Human Shield is still doing frantic and ultimately useless wiggles in Medrull’s arms, and Trooper 2 gets tired of trying to aim around him and just. Shoots his buddy.
Me, OOC: That poor guy. Seems like the Taveau of this bunch.
Medrull backs Trooper 2 up against the wall. He’s the last one standing, and Grif comes out and yells at him.
Grif: Give it up, we have you outnumbered! Go back to your people and tell them we fight with honor!
This last guy, panicked, yells “I submit!!” and drops his blaster. Medrull takes the opportunity to punch him. He’s now unconscious.
The room is full of bodies. We’ve won.
Rralwarr keeps beating on the limp Blademaster for a few moments before coming out of his blind rage enough to treat and stabilize Talwarra. Medrull goes and gets binder cuffs, restrains the two alive-but-unconscious men--Blademaster and the last trooper--and lashes them to two of the bunks in the next room. Then she sits down to take a rest. She’s on very low health.
Grif: While this is happening I run to Taveau and drag him back into the room and lay him down.
DM: You know you have a small medical facility here? *points it out on the map*
Grif: Then never mind, I’m dragging him there.
Rralwarr and Midkrarr follow with Talwarra. As we all pass the display, we see that another ship has entered their airspace. It’s not Alderaanian police. However, it doesn’t appear to be Death Watch backup, either, as it launches a missile into the other freighter, destroying it, before touching down in front of the bunker.
After getting Talwarra and Taveau set up in the clinic, Grif rushes to the still-sealed panel to talk to his dad, while Rralwarr returns to guarding the door.
Grif: Dad!! (he’s breathless, gasping a little, and he sounds high on adrenaline. He’s laughing a little, too. I’m reminded that M is an actor, and a damn good one.) We did it, we got 2 prisoners, the rest are dead and right now Rralwarr’s guarding the door!
Welkonna: Thank the Force you’re OK. I should have kept you in here with me.
Grif: DAD!! :D I KILLED TWO OF THEM!!
Welkonna, who’s been watching the security cam feed: I know. I never wanted you to get into this kind of life, but it seems that choice is beyond me. Now come, let’s treat the Wookiees and your friend.
Baron Welkonna gets himself un-trapped and goes to tend to the wounded.
DM: Grif, on the display, you see, approaching the door, a Mandalorian--
M, assuming it’s the black-armored mystery man we keep running into: SONUVA--
DM: --In sand-colored armor.
M: ?? WHAT!
DM: And then he looks directly into the camera--which should be completely concealed--and says “Hello! Seems like you’ve done some impressive work here. Could I, maybe... talk to you? I have some information you might find rather valuable.”
Grif heads back to the door to discuss their options with Rralwarr, who’s starting to crash. Rralwarr’s take is “Well if he shot the other guys, let’s see what he has to say.” He’s still incredibly wary. Grif convinces him to lower his bowcaster as they head up in the turbolift, but he keeps it ready.
DM: The doors open, and you see the Mandalorian standing in front of you. He’s slightly below average height, wearing scuffed, kind of sand-gold armor. “...Colored kind of like my Camry, actually,” says the DM. “He’s wearing Camry-colored armor. You notice a familiar-looking silvery flute hanging from his belt.”
M, remembering that the black-armored Mandalorian murdered someone with a sharpened flute in one of their earlier adventures: SONUVA--so it IS the same guy!!
DM: This isn’t the same guy. He’s shorter. His voice is more easygoing, rather than the clipped, aristocratic tones of the black-armored Mandalorian. He’s standing with his palms out in a gesture of non-confrontationality.
H: Rralwarr stands by the door and lets Grif do the talking.
Camry-armored man: So you’re still alive, then. Kandosii! You must be special indeed, not everyone gets a death watch assassin squad sent after them. Those damn shabuire... Mm. My name’s Mij Galmar.
DM: He takes off his helmet, there’s a slight hiss of decompression. You see the face of a man in his late 40s-early 50s, dirty blonde hair greying around the edges. He has a face that would have been handsome in his youth but has met with a few fists since then; he’s got a squashed, broken nose.
Rralwarr takes this as a decent sign of trust and lowers his guard.
Grif goes for a handshake. “Grif Welkonna! Nice to meet you, sir.”
Mij: Rather impressive what you did there, son. Or what I’m assuming you did. I don’t know what their current numbers are, but used to be a squad was 8 men.
Grif and Rralwarr look at each other in sudden paranoia.
They take Mij back down with them in the turbolift, and when the doors open Rralwarr leaves at a sprint, heading back towards the medbay.
Mij: What’s his rush?
Grif: you said 8? 6 came after us.
Mij shrugs. “Maybe 2 stayed in the freighter. Or their numbers have gone down. Death Watch has only recently made a resurgence, they’re not up to full strength; 6 was probably all they had.”
Grif: I hope you’re right. You’ll understand our concern, though. We’ve been having trouble with these guys.
Mij: Have you, now?
Grif, being Grif, decides to roll a Charisma, and nat 20s it.
Grif: Yeah, so, what do you know about these guys? I’d like to know what their deal is.
DM: Mij gives you an appraising look. “I guess you could call me a patriot, though Death Watch would say that they’re the patriots. They’re really nothing more than criminals. I like to think of the days when we had honor, but Death Watch remembers the times when our name struck fear at a mere mention. We thought they were dead at Galadran, but it seems they’re back, and they’ve used the civil war as an opportunity to make some powerful friends.
Grif: That’s unfortunate. Sounds like a problem for you guys.
Mij: It’s a problem for those of us who know. We Mandos typically keep to ourselves.
Grif: I mean, I guess that makes sense if you’re gonna have the kind of problems you do. Besides, considering the kind of warriors you make, I’d expect that you want to keep your secrets close.
Mij: Look at you, already thinking like a Mando. So how many of you were there? I’m guessing you and your friend didn’t fight off the Death Watch by yourselves.
Grif: Yes, we had a couple bodyguards with us as well, and another friend.
Mij: I see. Have they fared well, did any of them die?
Grif: Well, I mean, we had a few problems, some of them are getting patched up for minor injuries. But everyone should be right as rain in a few minutes.
(Deception roll: 32)
Mij: You know what, considering what I’ve seen today I believe you. But, if you ever need help, I am a doctor.
Party: OH, THANKS, GRIF!
M: I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE SAFE I DIDN’T WANT HIM TO THINK WE WERE COMPLETELY DEFENSELESS
Grif: ...I mean, we would take some medpacs, if you have some to spare.
Mij: Oh? Everyone’s OK, but you want medpacs?
Grif: Yes but we used up a lot of medpacs, and now we’re a bit low. I mean, they came through our “impenetrable” door; that makes me a bit nervous.
Mij: I respect that.
Meanwhile, Rralwarr finds Baron Welkonna, who grabs him and asks why the display feed shows his son sitting on the couch with a strange Mandalorian. Rralwarr is really starting to struggle against the fatigue now, coming down from berserker mode is worse than an adrenaline crash.
Rralwarr: There’s... a sandpaper armor Mandalorian, out there... He shot the freighter, he took off his helmet as a gesture of trust, now he’s on our couch.
Baron Welkonna: Will my son never learn!
H: Rralwarr is actually a little bit loopy.
DM: Yeah, I’ll bet. Medrull is going to lie down and take a rest in the bunk room, keeping an eye on the prisoners. And Baron Welkonna is going to go see what Grif’s up to.
H: Rralwarr goes with him.
Grif, seeing them come in: Heyyy! Who brought in the army?
Rralwarr slumps against the wall, exhausted. Mij takes a look at him, then at Grif, and goes “right as rain, huh? Don’t worry about it kid, I respect the effort.” He stands and extends his hand to Baron Welkonna with a slight bow.
Welkonna: Thank you for the service you did us in taking down that freighter. But if you’ll forgive me a bit of paranoia, considering what we’ve just come through, it is a bit suspicious that you showed up just now.
Mij: Understandable, and I’ll be honest. I’ve been hunting these guys, I take my targets where I can find them.
Welkonna: Ah. So you’re a bounty hunter.
Mij: Sometimes. I prefer to think of myself as a doctor, really.
(Party: HE SAID IT AGAIN)
Welkonna: I... see. (sigh) This, the whole series of events the past week has been surreal. First my wife and now the attack on what I thought was a safe house.
Mij: Wait, your wife?
He looks between Grif and Baron Welkonna, noting the similarity, and the way that everyone’s gotten rather quiet. He looks back at Grif.
Mij: ...They killed his mom?
H: Rralwarr is grumbling in the corner about it.
Mij: Shab, these... They’re going after kids now. I can’t believe... How did you attract the ire of Death Watch? They’re brutal, but usually not random.
Grif gives him the short version of our Hypori adventure, concluding with “We’re not sure why they’re this angry, but maybe when one of our friends wakes up he can talk to you.”
(Me: Hey, good question, am I conscious now?
DM: You’re semiconscious. You still can’t move.)
Mij: I see. Would you like me to treat him?
(Me, OOC, wanting Taveau to LIVE: Grif? Grif. Swallow your pride, Grif.
M: It’s not pride! I’m just not sure we can trust him--)
Rralwarr: Yes.
Grif: ... Yes. Thank you.
They glance in on the prisoners and Medrull first. Medrull has stripped the dead and prisoners of their Wookiee pelts, planning to give them a proper burial later. Mij looks at them and comments “Aah, that’s how you did it. They should’ve known better than to wear their blasted Wookiee pelts.”
Then he checks on Taveau and Talwarra. Talwarra is still unconscious, but should live.
DM: He feels for broken bones, checks your eyes for concussion, makes sure you don’t have any untreated injuries and injects a stimulus. You come back.
Mij: Aah, welcome back to the land of the living. Just a word of advice: you may want to lay off the rum, brother. It’ll increase your life expectancy.
Taveau: ?? Whhhh I just met you huuh how did dyou know ??
(M: He’s a doctor, I think he can tell when your blood is 50% rum.
DM: Yeah, Mij has seen alcoholics before.)
Rralwarr leans right down to the cot and gives Taveau a massive bear hug. Let me repeat. Whom does this massive furry tank teammate give a hug to? Yes, Taveau, who was near-lethally shot half an hour before, and is still covered in bandages.
Taveau: AAAGH! Um, hey.
Grif: Careful!
Taveau, who appreciated the gesture (though startling and painful), manages to give Rralwarr’s arm-fur a squeeze before he releases him. Grif, opting to not damage him more, ruffles his hair.
Grif: It’s OK. This guy is a friend.
Mij: Mij Galmar. You feel awake enough to explain what’s going on? Your friends told me I should talk to you.
Taveau: Uh...
Grif: Actually, hey, guys, if you wouldn’t mind giving me and Taveau a moment alone? We have some stuff to talk over.
And the adults politely leave, except for the unconscious Wookiee on the bed next to Taveau, and Rralwarr, who slumps down on the floor against the supply cabinets.
Grif: OK, here’s the thing. I think we can trust Mij, I think he can help us.
Taveau: He’s... when did he get here? How long has it been??
Grif: Not long, you’ve only been unconscious maybe half an hour. Less, I’d say.
Taveau: Huh. Ok.
Grif: Mij wants to know why Death Watch is interested in you. But if you don’t want to tell him, I understand--
Taveau: Nah. If telling him will help us, I’ll do it.
Taveau sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed in a sloppy attempt at standing up. Grif catches him and helps him get up without further injuring himself, and supports him as he walks to the door.
Taveau: We won, though?
Grif: Yeah! Oh, yeah, we won! *with immense pride* Actually, I killed two of them!
Taveau: Yeah? Kandosii.
Grif: Kk?? Kah, um, kendasi to you, too.
DM: Hey, are you saying this out loud?
Me, instantly on edge bc that’s a Things Are About to Happen DM Question: ??? yes??
DM: Can everyone hear you?
Me: ...We’re right in the doorway at this point so yeah, everyone should be able to hear me.
DM: ah :)
Me: What? What Happens
DM: Mij hears you say this. He looks over at you quickly, then says, in Mando’a, “You speak Mando’a?”
Taveau: lek
(DM: ???
Me: ....ye. * ’lek is a shortened form of elek which is yes so it’s like going ‘ye’ or ‘yeah’ but DM either couldn’t tell the difference between ‘lek’ and ‘I just muffled a burp’ or doesn’t know that*)
DM: Alright, Mij looks intensely at you for a moment, and sort of flares his nostrils as he takes a deep breath.
Mij: Let me guess. You were just a kid, weren’t you?
Taveau:
Taveau, struggling against all odds (and against his earlier resolve) to not have his backstory brought up again even though it’s happening anyway, and doing an extremely bad job of feigning innocence: ....scuse me?
Mij: Death Watch could never get enough people to join their crazy scheme, so to fill up the ranks they’d take the children of loyal members.
Taveau, still trying to pretend he’s not an open book: How do you know this?
Mij: If you mean how do I know that’s what happened--you know the language, and you look like you’ve seen some stuff. As to how I know about it, I’ve seen it, I grew up there. It almost happened to me. But I got out.
Taveau, with a faint touch of both bitterness and respect in his voice: Good on you.
Mij: How’d you get out?
Taveau: Faked my death, but obviously I didn’t do a very good job.
Mij: They saw you with these others on Hypori.
Taveau: Yeah.
Mij: That explains it, then. Death Watch doesn’t want to let go once they have something, and they’ll go to a lot of effort to show that they still own you.
Taveau, remembering how they treated (attempted) deserters in his day, just nods. They don’t want to let someone be a bad example.
Mij switches back to Basic, addressing everyone in the room.
Mij: *sigh* Alright. I’ll give it to you straight. Death Watch is coming back. They have no real concern with Alderaan, or the Republic, or really anywhere outside of Mandalore for now; but they’re desperate to re-establish themselves somewhere. That fight on Hypori made them angry, but they don’t have the manpower to attack the Republic, so they’ve decided to pick on you. You’re an easier target. And once they’ve decided that someone is their enemy, they don’t forget easily. I think, if the three of you that they’re after leave this planet, they won’t bother the rest of your family, but they’re going to keep hunting you. Now, I’m no big fan of the Republic, but we’ll fare no better under the Seps, and especially not with Death Watch in power, so I’ve made it my mission to hunt them.
Grif: Mij?
DM: He looks up at you.
Grif: Could you guys use a courier?
Mij: I was hoping you’d say something like that. I’m putting together a small operation...
(me: DOCTOR PUN)
Mij: and I know... I know that Val would call me soft for this, and I’m probably sounding too much like Skirata, but I can’t stand it when they go after kids. I can’t promise you safety, I can’t promise you much protection, but I can promise you a way to fight back, and to learn to stand on your own feet and fight for yourself. You’ll have to leave this place, and you may never come back. It’s bas'lan shev'la, a strategic disappearance. But unless you want to go your own way, on the run from these guys for who knows how long...
Baron Welkonna has a grave look on his face. There are tears glistening in his eyes.
Welkonna: I never wanted this for you, son. I should never have let you leave, but this is the life you’ve started for yourself. I’ll protect you if I can, but I know that you resent having guards around you all the time. And you’ve shown that despite your impulsiveness you take care of yourself. You can stand on your own.
Gears have been turning in Taveau’s head while this is going on.
Mij doesn’t think Death Watch is interested in Grif’s family. Death Watch is only tangentially interested in Grif and Rralwarr, for their accidental association in a battle on Hypori. What Taveau is painfully aware of at the moment is that Death Watch wants him; terrifying enough if he were alone, but now his presence here is endangering this peaceful family.
He steps forward before anyone else can speak.
Taveau: For my part, I’ll go with you, at least as long as it takes to get out of this system.
He turns back towards the Welkonnas and Rralwarr and hesitates.
Taveau: I wasn’t here long, but... thank you... for accepting me into your home.
Grif turns to Rralwarr to discuss his own options.
Grif: right now, I want to go.It’s the best chance for keeping our family safe, and... I don't hate them anymore, but I will do what I can to fight them. If you go with me, then I’ll go, but only if you stay by my side.
H: ...I’m just trying to figure out how Rralwarr would react to this--is there some Wookiee gesture to express that Grif is family and anything else would be unthinkable?
DM: I think a hug would suffice.
Rralwarr sweeps Grif up into a hug of affirmation. Grif leaves the floor. Grif, upon being released, turns to Mij with a grin.
Grif: alright, you’ve got me, and you’ve got my uncle Rralwarr here--
Rralwarr: I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT IN PUBLIC
Grif:--and one of the best pilots in the galaxy.
Taveau steps forward and slaps his hand down solidly on Grif’s shoulder. He’s the closest he’s come yet to outright grinning.
Taveau: Grif. ...Don’t lie so much.
Grif: ?? what? No? I was... actually telling the truth...?
(H, laughing: Charisma check on Taveau to make him believe!!)
The conversation turns to what we’re going to do with the prisoners, and Mij offers to ‘take them off our hands’. Grif asks Mij what he’d do with them.
“Oh, strip them, interrogate them, and depending on the day, maybe see if we can’t propel them into the nearest sun.”
Grif tells how he convinced the last man standing to surrender (a not very typically Death Watch thing to do) and Mij just sort of does an ‘I’m not surprised’ grunt. “There’s always a few hut’uune in the ranks.”
(Fun etymology time, the Mandalorians have such an intense dislike for the Hutts that their word for ‘coward’, aka The Worst serious insult, is derived from their name.)
Midkrarr asks if the bodyguards may see to the prisoners themselves, or at least get some things straightened out before giving them to Mij. Mij responds without waiting for a translation.
Mij: Far be it from me to stand in the way of Wookiee justice! Try to leave the heads attached, but I don’t really care about the arms, they just get in the way.
Rralwarr, still very lethargic, is taken aback that Mij understands Shyriiwook, but after a moment just replies:
Rralwarr: OK. They had pelts. We have... a special procedure... for ones who take pelts.
Mij: Would you like to borrow my scalpel? Nice bit of Mandalorian iron.
Rralwarr passes, but Midkrarr snatches it up with a pleased look and goes off towards the bunk room. Mij calls after her
“Leave them able to talk... please?”
Finally, Mij takes out his comlink and makes a call to someone.
“Jang, we’ve got some new friends. Yeah, just two kids. And a Wookiee. Yes I knew you were going to say that. Where is Kal anyway? Nah, they had it taken care of by the time I got down here, they’re not completely helpless. Six, this time. *sigh* Yes, you can have their gloves.”
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You must answer everything tuna
Wow thats a lot a questions
alright lets do this
1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?
IZZY NO
2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?
Never kissed anyone like that so???? ok theres a lot of questions with relationship or kissing shit so im just gonna put this ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ every time i see one that i cant really answer
3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?
hmm I don't really know??????
4. Is your last name longer than six letters?
yup
5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?
∠( ᐛ 」∠)_
6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?
nope i dont think ive ever wanted anyone
7. What does your last received text say?
is this you?
8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?
∠( ᐛ 」∠)_
9. Where was your last kiss at?
∠( ᐛ 」∠)_
10. When is the last time you saw your sister?
never because i dont have a sister
11. What do you drink in the morning?
coffee. cant start the day without coffee
12. Where did you sleep last night?
in my room
13. Do you think relationships are hard?
tbh yeah
14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?
oh my god yes theres so many things that i regret doing my dude. hell just let me go back one day im fine with that
15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?
∠( ᐛ 」∠)_
16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?
rainy because it give an excuse to just stay in my house and lay in bed all day
17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?
oh man i hope not. i feel bad for anyone that has the same middle name as me
18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?
basketball shorts
19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?
no
20. Does anyone like you?
lol no
21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?
∠( ᐛ 」∠)_
22. Is the last person you kissed gay?
∠( ᐛ 」∠)_
23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?
myself
24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?
nope
25. In the past week have you cried?
dude i cry at least 5 times a week. last time i cried because i didnt have any mac n cheese to eat with my chicken nuggets
26. What breed was the last dog you saw?
a black lab!
27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?
outside of the shower
28. Have you ever kissed a football player?
∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ also i hope you mean like before theyve played because holy shit im pretty sure someone could die standing next to one of them. you ever been near a football player after a game??? most disgusting smell ever like fucking hell its so bad
29. Do you think you’re old?
im not even 20 yet so no
30. Do you like text messaging?
id rather talk face to face with friends. im not so good with keeping up with texting
31. What type of day are you having?
ive been having the same lazy day for the past 2 months. its never gonna end
32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?
nope
33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?
cold. id rather freeze than die in the floridian heat
34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?
lol nope
35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?
a relationship. never understood flings
36. Are you a simple or complicated person?
both. im horrible
37. What song are you listening to?
nothing atm, but these two songs have been playing on repeat in my head for the past week
38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?
it depends
39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?
hmmm
40. What made you start liking the person you like now?
i dont like anyone so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
41. When did you last receive a text message?
at 10 AM
42. What is wrong with you right now?
Everything my dude, everything.
43. How well do you know the last female you texted?
ive known them since middle school so pretty well????
45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?
nope
46. Are you in a good mood right now?
i dont remember the last time i was in a good mood
47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?
my mom
48. What color shirt are you wearing?
black
49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?
yeah my mom yesterday
50. Anyone you’re giving up on?
no??
51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?
∠( ᐛ 」∠)_
52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?
yeah a few times with some people. there are some that i have finally given up on tho and i feel a lot better now
53. Do you like rain?
yes!
54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?
as long as they dont do it too much im fine with it
55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?
nope ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_
56. Do you like to cuddle?
no
57. Are you shy?
very
58. Do you get along with girls?
it depends really??? hmm yeah i guess i get along with other girls a little better than guys but thats not saying much because im terrified of talking to people anyways.
59. Have you dated the person you texted last?
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60. What do you carry with you at all times?
my phone and my headphones
61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?
bruh i dont care if i get killed by a ghost or some shit thats 1 million dollars imagine what i can do with that money. like its either i die from like a heart attack from seeing my own shadow in a haunted house or i get 1 million dollars its a win win situation
62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?
lmao hell no
63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?
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64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?
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65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?
my cats exist thats the cute thing that happened
66. How old are the last three people you kissed?
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68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?
neither
69. Do you have any stickers on your car?
i dont even have a car
70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?
neither. also whos luke bryan?
71. Blackberry, Android, or iPhone?
android
72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?
man i havent had any in like 4, maybe 5 years???? good thing im getting some on my bday courtesy of my friend
73. Do you like diet soda?
ew no
74. What color are the walls in your room?
theyre the same purple that theyve been since middle school
75. Are you 16 or older?
yup, turning 20 this month
76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?
nope
77. Do you have a job?
nope :\
78. What are your initials?
AC
79. Did you ever have braces?
nope. my mom was never able to afford them
80. Are you from the south?
well im from south florida. is florida even considered part of the south????? like im pretty sure florida is its own thing
81. What does your last status on facebook say?
dont have one
82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?
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83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?
definitely my mom
84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?
nope
85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?
the lego batman movie. 10/10 would recommend
86. Do you smoke?
ew no
87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?
flip flops
88. Is your phone touch screen?
yeah???
89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?
curly
90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?
i cant even walk out of my room at 2 in the morning without my mom waking up and telling me to go to sleep. also im pretty sure my mom would beat me with a chancleta just for thinking of sneaking out
91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?
i prefer beach but pool is good too i guess
92. Have you ever made out in a car?
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93. …Had sex in a car?
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94. Are you single or in a relationship?
single
95. What were you doing last night at midnight?
on youtube watching lets plays
96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks?
new years
97. Do you like the camera on your phone?
eh its not as good as an iphone camera but i dont take pictures so yeah i could care less about the camera
98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?
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99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?
i dont drink
100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate?
i dont have facebook
101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?
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102. Name your favorite Kesha song:
?
103. Do you have any tan lines right now?
nope i lost them ages ago. im so pale
104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?
1. i dont like wearing shorts
2. why would i ever wear cowboy boots
3. why the fuck would i wear cowboy boots with shorts like yall think im gonna walk around lookin like that i look like a hot mess 110% of the time what makes you think i can pull that off. yeah lemme walk around with my pasty ass white legs showin and boots, lookin like the saddest goblin cowgirl you’ll ever lay your eyes on. no thanks.
ok i think im done for the day
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