Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 28, 2015 15:16:09 GMT -8
As long as I can continue keeping up with my other character arcs... I'd be down for this. Probably with an alt.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 28, 2015 11:50:48 GMT -8
So I never knew what the name 'Malora' meant. It just sounded pretty to me, so I used it. Just found out it's a name derived from the Latin word meliora, which means 'always improving'. I guess she's one of those people that doesn't fit her name. 'Karana' apparently means a few different things in different languages. I stole it from the book Island of the Blue Dolphins, which was my favorite book as a kid. The word 'pure' seems to come up a lot, no matter the name definition. Another case of a name that doesn't fit the character, here. I did find a blurb about the name Karana on one of these random name etymology websites that sounds legit. It says: "Karana possesses the tools to become an original person with a very creative approach to problem solving, and a penchant for initiating action. Someone may have to follow behind Karana to handle the details, but she knows how to get things going and make things happen. She has no need for supervision, preferring to act on her own with little restraint. Karana is both ambitious and determined. Self-confidence and self-reliance must be hers, as she develops a strong, unyielding will and courage through her convictions. Karana fears routine and fears being in a rut, so she often jumps the gun because she is afraid of being left behind."
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 24, 2015 22:23:49 GMT -8
She paused mid bra clipping, frowning. "Yyyyeah, uh…neither, actually." It wasn't something she wanted to think about, not only because she didn't have time to really THINK about it, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she wouldn't like the answer when she found it. Malora fastened her bra, wiggled into her pants, and slid her shirt over her head. "No stims, no implants, no modifications, just plain old Malora muscle, I guess." She tossed a winning smuggler smile over her shoulder at Wade, trying to put the thought from her mind. It creeped her out, thinking back on it, and she needed a clear head for the next leg of their trip. She could figure it out back on the ship. "Or maybe it really was the fruit. Either way, it doesn't happen much." The trouble-maker fastened her belt low over her hips. "Well, doesn't happen at ALL, really. Anyway."
Flipping her dark hair over one side of her head, Malora jammed her feet into her boots, put all the right knives in all the right places, and picked up her precious leather jacket. "Ooo, I've missed you, sexy." She shook it out, gave it an approving once-over, kissed the collar, and shrugged it on. "Alright, Gladiator." She slung her pack (sans explosives, which they'd removed) over one shoulder, gave her DL-44 a fancy twirl and dropped it in her holster. "Let's mosey. Ready to go home?"
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 23, 2015 19:58:54 GMT -8
I'd like to think that the Fel Crew is close to needing a new job, anyway... We have exactly four and a half tubes of protein paste, a gallon of blue milk, some three-month old leftovers from that high-brow party we had to infiltrate on Ord Mantell, something that looks like yogurt but I can't be sure, and a box of Bantha broccoli bars at the back of the freezer. New job means actual credits. We're not close, we're past.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 23, 2015 19:49:43 GMT -8
Been thinking about this, too, actually. I was reading over some old saved stuff from the old JvS, and came across some actual jobs the Fel crew had done, and I was like, "...Oh, right, the smuggling part of being a smuggler. Where is that now?" I think you're right. We need to make ourselves available for that. The biggest issue I see in the way is the activity levels of the crew. Honestly, when you have more than two writers in a group that live in different parts of the world and have vastly different schedules, it's hard enough trying to sync posts and keep things going on a personal story-arc level. But if we're gonna call ourselves smugglers, we better smuggle every once in a while, IC. So. Solutions. Feel free to shoot down. --...was going to suggest something in JotW, but now I realize that doesn't make sense, so moving on. --Easiest thing would probably be a split-timeline. But we could modify that. We could steal the SWTOR design. When someone needs a simple job done (because, let's face it, RPing your own NPC smuggler crew is just boring, and building actual IC relationships is important to stave off website-wide stagnation), instead of sending all seven crew members, we choose ONE or two crew members who are active and able to get it done in a short amount of time, and we send them on said mission. They get it done in a few good posts, and return easy-like. I think one of the biggest issues with doing legit smuggling jobs on the old website was that we all went as a team, and it fell apart because of the mass. While it's way more fun to do it as a team, it's not logical in OOC time. --We COULD use NPCs. But I don't like this option. Unless it's a long-standing NPC with serious pull in the arcs of the PC crew, there are no connections formed, and the writer-in-need-of-smuggler might as well do it themselves. I think it's an option for the back burner, in case there really cannot be a split timeline. --Oops, thought I had more ideas. Well is dry for now. 'Lora
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 22, 2015 20:03:55 GMT -8
"Huh." She sent Wade an approving expression as she surveyed his work. "Nice. Wouldn't have thought of that myself." Mal added a roguish grin, wheeled around, and headed in the direction Wade was pointing.
It wasn't far to the storage vault. After prying open a few lockers, Malora gathered her things, set them lovingly down on the bench in the middle of the room, and sorted through them to make sure everything was there. So far, so good. Full charge on her DL-44, comms was functioning, no new holes in her precious leather jacket. The smuggler tossed a glance over her shoulder at Wade, eying his bare torso with absolutely nothing other than pure, friendly concern. Yep. Nothing else but that. "You, uh… got a shirt or anything? Weapons? Shoes? Space gets cold, and I have no idea what kind of gear I have for you back on The Unfair Advantage."
She thought about kicking him out while she changed, because it was Wade Connors and this just felt weird, but honestly, the slave outfit didn't cover much. He'd seen most of the goodies already, and they were very short on time. Now was not the moment to get all modest. "That's our ship, by the way. The Unfair Advantage." She turned away from him, wiggling her panties up her hips and under the skirt before literally tearing the damn thing off, throwing it on the floor with no small amount of disgust. Reaching up, she began extraction of the sparkling beads laced through her hair. They dropped out of her dark locks like falling stars, hitting the floor with a musical plink. "I keep forgetting you don't remember all this stuff. And there's Wrench, too, he's waiting for us. He's Fel's badass Astromech. Lost his memory, too, actually. You two should be besties." After about two minutes fiddling with the bodice, hoping she could just ignore the knotted ties in back and peel the thing off, Malora huffed in irritation as her fourth attempt at wriggling out of it failed. Huffing, she swiped her knife from the pile. "And then there's…oh, no wait, that's it. I left Oz and Mack on Nar Shaddaa," she remembered. Reaching back, she screwed up her face in concentration and tried working the blade through the ties, but it was an odd angle, and she couldn't quite get it. "They're not really part of the crew. Mack used to be, but he died. Or so we thought. It was awkward when he showed up again. Poor guy didn't really fit in anymore. We'd all been through too much without him, too many dead friends, too many horrors. Oz we picked up later, absolute genius, tech master, probably never been kissed. Cute little guy." Saw, saw, saw. Nothing was happening. "Oh what the kriff! C'mon!! I am not wearing this shit out of here…"
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 22, 2015 11:19:43 GMT -8
"Wait…" She held up a hand, signaling for Wade to shush, and peered over the edge to watch the scene unfold. Only when the Hutt, bellowing in rage and pain, had disappeared under the pile of pit animals did Malora look away, face a little brighter, list of enemies a little lighter. "Next? Next we get my shit back," she said firmly, pacing towards the pile of dead guards. The smuggler bent, rifling through their pockets for useful goodies. A couple cred-chits, assortment of blades, one datapad, a working comms, and lots of lint. "I'm not running around Myrkr with beads in my hair and my ass hanging out," she grumbled, kicking aside the now-dirty slave girl skirt. "I want my jacket, I want my blaster, and I never thought I'd say this, but GOD do I want my bra." The black bustier looked fantastic, but it was just a cheap imitation. No boning, no real leather, and the edges were rough and sticking her somethin' terrible.
Malora cocked her head at Wade, eyebrows raised in questioning. "Any ideas where they stashed my stuff?"
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 21, 2015 23:21:58 GMT -8
"Yeah. What he said." Malora rested the rifle on one shoulder and moved to stand in front of the slowly moving dais, walking backwards as it came towards her, and fixed the Hutt with a dark smirk. "Gotta hand it to you, Grimo, when I walked in here, I hadn't the slightest clue how I was gonna get in, find Connors, and live to tell the tale, so I guess I owe you a 'thank-you' for walkin' me right through his door," she drawled, nodding at Wade.
Grimo, too furious for words and deciding that now constituted as a 'last resort' situation, curled his ugly tail around the hidden hold-out pistol he kept hidden under his fat folds and pulled it free, reaching for it with surprising swiftness.
Malora was there first, smacking it out of the air with the rifle. She'd been around Hutts long enough to know they usually kept a weapon somewhere, just in case. Mal waggled a finger at Grimo. "And now, I've got my friend, and you've got nothing left. Or, you won't, when we're done with you." She turned her back to him, facing the low metal railing that separated the edge of the room with the open air and long drop into the pit on the other side. It wasn't high enough to be a safety-railing. She'd heard Grimo sometimes liked to have annoying guests pushed off the edge, and anything too high would be a problem for that. No, this was a last safety measure in case of machine malfunction to keep the Hutt's platform from sliding off into the arena. She ran her gaze down the metal 'railways' the dais rolled down, following them to the low grate. It was old, and surprisingly shabby. Maintenance hadn't been anywhere near it in ages. Usually, Hutts were paranoid about details like this, but they were also known to grow overconfident and lazy over time, especially when they went unchallenged for as long as Grimo had.
"See, Big G, if you had just played nice with me earlier when I asked to tour your barracks, this might not be happening right now." Malora raised the rifle, hammering on the railing with the gunstock, once, twice, three times. The old metal shuddered, squealing as the bolts bent. "But you didn't play nice. You took my stuff, trussed me up, and made like you owned me, made me a thing to be passed around, like any old bottle of ale at the table." Another hit. Almost loose enough. Malora kicked at it, and the railing came free, clattering over the side. It hit the sand below with a distant thud. She turned her head a little, face tilted up, gaze cold as Hoth, and looked at the Hutt from the corner of her eyes. "And I'm not much for being a thing."
The dais crawled closer. Malora strode towards it, raised the rifle once more, shot out the platform control panel, stepped out of the way, and smashed it with the gunstock for good measure as it inched past. "Hey, Wade," she said loudly, rifle once again resting on her shoulder as she leaned on one hip. "Doesn't His Rotund Excellency keep a rancor around here?…I think it's dinner time."
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 21, 2015 21:19:59 GMT -8
"I hope Jace and Galdaart get married." - Zob Gloop Lmao best thing I've read all day LMFAO I totally missed that!
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 21, 2015 21:16:16 GMT -8
I have four posts to make. ...I've now been on Plot-Generator for the better part of three hours. I hate you.
Delightful Karana Malora A Short Story by Rana Lora Karana Malora had always hated noisy Coruscant with its grated, green garbage. It was a place where she felt sleepy. She was a delightful, snooty, whiskey drinker with shapely teeth and large toes. Her friends saw her as tactless. Once, she had even brought a glorious chicken back from the brink of death. That's the sort of woman she was. Karana walked over to the window and reflected on her dirty surroundings. The hail pounded like drinking sloth. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Liya Tawaza. Liya was a daring very tall with skinny teeth and tall toes. Karana gulped. She was not prepared for Liya. As Karana stepped outside and Liya came closer, she could see the miniature glint in her eye. Liya gazed with the affection of 5316 tactless tight t-rexes. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want bombs." Karana looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the enchanted banana. "Liya, eat my shorts," she replied. They looked at each other with furious feelings, like two alive, afraid ants frolicking at a very vile engagement party, which had reggae music playing in the background and two admirable uncles dancing to the beat. Karana regarded Liya's skinny teeth and tall toes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Karana with a delighted grin. Liya looked braindead, her emotions blushing like a grubby, grisly guillotine. Then Liya came inside for a nice glass of whiskey. THE END
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 21, 2015 21:02:30 GMT -8
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 21, 2015 19:20:06 GMT -8
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 20, 2015 21:26:37 GMT -8
She'd caught on to his idea about halfway down the hallway, but just how he was going to execute it, she didn't realize until she was sprawled at the foot of Grimo's dais, fallen rifle clattering beside her.
Grimo looked none too happy at the scene in front of him, although the fiery Malora laying prostrate before him was quite pleasing. A tiny part of him found his prize gladiator's new defiance admirable. What good is a dog that doesn't bite back once in a while? It showed strength. But the pup had gone too far, and there were too many witnesses to let his insolence slide. Defiance was one thing. Lack of respect was another matter entirely, and the man reeked of it. Stubby arms flailing, Grimo roared at Wade in Huttese, angry rivers of slime trailing from the corners of his wide mouth.
The Quarren translated in fairly decent Basic for his species, although neither she nor Wade probably needed it. "The Great Lord Grimo finds your attitude insulting, Champion, and will remind you that you are only here because of his good graces…"
Malora chanced a glance at Wade through the curtain of hair that had fallen over her face. She had to marvel at his nerve, standing there unconcerned, surrounded by too many weapons pointed at his head, talking to Grimo like he owned the place. Then again, when you're as good as Wade was at dispatching enemies, she supposed she wouldn't be worried, either.
Grimo yelled. Quarren droned on. "…Should you outlive your usefulness or disrespect the Lord Grimo again, you will be dealt with like the other worthless bags of flesh currently under his control, and your freedom here will be rescinded. This is your only warning."
The rifle was close. All the focus was on Wade at the moment. Inch by inch, Mal slid her hand towards it…
"But disrespect of your gracious Lord is not and will not be tolerated! As such, you, pit-fighter, will serve your punishment in the lower levels, and your Champion title is hereby stripped from you.."
She had it. Drag it slowly, slowly…just a little farther to the trigger…Yes! Got it.
"…As for the bitch, your prize will be confiscated and recycled for the other fighters or matched in the Pit against others for Lord Grimo's amusement—"
Malora swung the rifle up, worked the trigger, and the Quarren's head exploded like…well, like an exploding Quarren head. "Like fuckin' hell I will!" The rifle was already coming around to the guards surrounding Wade, and she'd picked off two before one of them grew a brain and trained his weapon on her. She rolled, the stupid slave-girl outfit catching on anything and everything as she knocked into a few bystanders like a bowling ball, sending them toppling over, grabbing others in their fright. The rest of the court that didn't have a weapon stampeded for the door.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 20, 2015 17:45:24 GMT -8
"Ugh." She rose, scowling at him. "Okay, story time is over. C'mon." Malora snapped her fingers at him, eyebrows raised. "Let's gooooo! Time to blow this joint. I came here to find Wade, I found Wade (I think), and now…" She swept her hands towards the doors. "…now, we can go, right? Wrench is waiting with the ship, and once we hit atmo, you can mindmeld me all you want."
Excitement. They were so close, SO close to piecing the crew back together. And she had Wade again. Sort of. The guy had some upgrades that would take getting used to, but HE WAS HERE! Alive! And not a partial Jekk or anything! She made a mental note to ask him about Jekk activity later, since he'd used the words 'personal demon horde' a few times, and there wasn't much else he could be talking about. Malora smiled inwardly at her triumph.
And then she looked down and remembered what she was wearing and where all her ass-kicking shit was. Locked up in Grimo's vaults, probably.
"Uh… so I didn't actually plan this far ahead." She frowned at her boobs. "Like, the whole escape thing. Any ideas? Because I'm betting we can't just walk out the front door, and unlike you, I'm not good at killing with my bare hands."
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 20, 2015 15:41:25 GMT -8
"A memory?" Mal ignored the urge to pull away, but looked at him like he was nuts. "Uh…what...kind of memory? …What are you doing?" She felt his touch there, at her temple, and then… She twitched a little in surprise at the light tingling feeling on her skin around his fingers. "Woah…wait wait…"On a whim, he spun and stalked back toward her, backing her up against the pillar as his hand snaked behind her neck and pulled her toward him, drawing her lips to his. He felt his own body grow hot as they met, and if he'd had a heartbeat he was sure it would be racing as the thrill rushed through him. She wasn't the first kiss he remembered, but she was very assuredly the best, and when he pulled back long moments later he was left wanting so much more--... "No wait!" She grabbed his hand away from her head like it was on fire. "Uh…" If she were the kind of girl that blushed, well, she'd be doing it. He'd said 'kiss', and that's what her mind had pulled up. Fantastic. "That was-…I was just…" Mal gave him a tight smile, blinking as she beat that particular memory into submission and sent it back into the depths of her brain. "I don't get it. So you read minds now, or what?"
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 19, 2015 21:57:54 GMT -8
"Well, you weren't as big of a dick as you are now. So there's that." She thought about staying where she was and gaping at him some more. She thought about laying into him for the 'miss at me' quip. But the tone in his voice was…different, serious, and something about it told her to tread cautiously. If she wanted Wade back, if she wanted him to come with her, well, her next words were probably gonna count towards whether that happened or didn't happen. Better choose 'em careful-like.
So, of course, Malora took off her filter and opened her mouth. "But it wasn't bullshit. Any of it. That's how we saw Wade. Er..you." She followed him to the bed, sitting beside him, still feeling like this whole thing was way unreal. "You were the crew superhero, our frontline tank in a battle, our rescue crew when one of us went missing…usually me. Happens a lot." She leaned back on her hands, frowning at the wall across the room. "You've pulled me out of some pretty deep crap more than once. Guess it became your 'thing'. 'Where'd Mal go? Kidnapped again? Well, someone better tell Wade.' You were really protective of me, and of the rest of the crew. You even punched out Adrien Draykon for messing around with me in the 'fresher, which, by the way, was totally my choice." Malora paused, uncomfortable under his gaze. It was like Wade was looking at her…but it wasn't Wade's face, and she figured they had a long way to go before she could get used to that.
"So, yeah. You were great." Oh, here it comes. "But you were also a show-off of the tenth level. Not that you didn't have a reason to be, I mean, you scored a perfect ten on anything battle-oriented. But you had to win, at everything, had to have the last word, last punch, last drink, whatever. It was obnoxious. You were also a major white-knighter with a pretty big hero complex. If it had a heartbeat and was in trouble, you had to save it. You could be abrasive and block-headed, and a legit goody-two-shoes, too. And, uh..." She paused, tapping her fingers on the bed. "…We were all pretty sure you were some kind of eunuch, too. Or asexual ex cult member or something. Old Wade never…y'know." She raised her eyebrows a little in hushed indication. "Like, ever. I mean, the guy could look at a pair of perfect tits and go right back to his ninja training like he'd just been bird-watching. I'm talking total immunity to anything boner-inducing. He was-..you were not into it. At all. So, yeah…" Malora laughed a little in memory. "…if I flipped out when you came near me with anything other than 'pure intentions', it's because not only have you been my older brother figure for the past, like, however long it's been since you rescued me that first time…but you just didn't do that as Old Wade. To anyone. Especially me."
Weird how easy saying Old Wade became after a while. "And, in my brain, you're still…well, old you." Malora tilted her head a little to look at him. "What's with the face-lift, anyway? Wanted a stronger jawline?"
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The Unfair Advantage
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 19, 2015 15:57:38 GMT -8
Aaaand.... FINALLY. It's Wade! SHE FIGURED IT OUT WITH NO HELP AT ALL EXCEPT MAYBE HIM TELLING HER THAT HE'S WADE. #foreverdense
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 19, 2015 15:55:31 GMT -8
…Kriff, the curve-balls were flyin' nonstop today.
Malora stared at him. Not the 'BRB Going To Narnia', checking-out-for-a-minute-because-I'm-tired type. No, this was a straight up kaadu-caught-in-headlights, 'WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED', 'Excuse Me While I Shit A Brick' kind of stare, and to be honest, she had no idea how long she stood their gaping at him. Maybe it was seconds. Maybe more. Either way, when the smuggler finally picked her jaw up off the floor and gave her brain a good slap, she crossed her arms, salvaged what she could of her devil-may-care attitude, and tried to look marginally less like the absolute idiot she felt like at the moment.
Because there was no way, definitely no kriffin' way that the ninja-caveman asshole in front of her was Wade Connors.
Mal laughed. He was kidding. Of course he was kidding, like, that's impossible. She laughed again. He'd join her in a second. Anytime now. Just a joke. A bad one, but a joke. C'mon, Gladiator, LAUGH already. Why so serious? He wasn't laughing. Dubbleyew-tee-eff. WHY.
Her laughter died rapidly. Malora uncrossed her arms, narrowed her eyes suspiciously, and edged towards him. She stopped about an inch away on her tip-toes, neck craned to look him in the face, frozen blue eyes meticulously combing every angle for familiarity. She saved his eyes for last, because despite her brain not accepting any of this, she knew, in her gut she knew. There was no mistaking those sharp, brown eyes. Not for her, at least.
A muscle in her forehead twitched. Her heart thudded under the bustier, blood beating in her ears. Malora took another look. And another. And one more for the hell of it. And then she backed up, crossed her arms again, and leaned on one hip like it was every other day. "Naaahhh." She frowned, eyebrows risen, shaking her head in denial. "Nope. Nope nope nope. Nooo sir-ee, uh-uh." She paced the floor a little, expression stuck to her face, talking in disbelieving tones to herself out loud because, hey, the guy probably already thought her a nutcase, why not reinforce that theory? "No. No. No and no. Just no, that's all, no, impossible, definitely not, no no no, n-to-the-o, no way in hell, can't be, just can't, and no again, because NO." Mal wheeled around, stared at him again, turned away, turned back, did it all again as her brain scrambled to catch up with her growing realization.
She stalked towards him, clearly ready to say something, but her gaze caught on his bare torso instead. Not because it was a nice bare torso. Which it was. Obviously. But anyway, scars. There were scars. EVERYWHERE. And she realized now why they'd seemed somehow familiar. Because they were. She reached out, absent-mindedly tracing a few of them with her fingertips as memories surfaced, linking the past with what she was seeing in the present. She brushed at the one on his right shoulder, smiling a little in spite of the memory it brought up. Xaxan Zadicus had left quite a mark… Realizing what she was doing, Mal pulled her hand away, looked him in the eyes once more, and ran through the events of the past day.
The notes in Galen's file had mentioned the mental loss as well as a physical 'transformation'. Pit fighter Champion…the way he moved…his scars…loss of memory…his eyes…what he knew about the Red Shift interaction…
Malora swallowed, took a deep breath, and finally considered the possibility.
Everything else fell into place like dominos. Her expression shifted rapidly, unsure which one it wanted to settle on now.
Initial acceptance. Joy. Unbridled relief. Love. Life-is-shiny-again. "…Oh my God! …Oh my God!!!" It's him! Wade!!
Embarrassing realization: I'm a blind moron. "Oooh. My. God." And the award for Biggest Oblivious Idiot Of The Century goes to…
Utter horror: I-just-kissed-my-sort-of-older-brother-figure-and-why-hasn't-this-happened-before. "…OH MY GOD. NO. WHAT. OH MY GOD." NO, MALORA. DON'T LIKE IT, YOU DON'T LIKE IT, YOU DON'T LIKE IT. BAD. VERY BAD.
She scrubbed at her lips, smacking down her desires, unable to reconcile visions of big-bro, white-knight, not-a-sexual-bone-in-my-body Old Wade with this new, shiny, sexy 2.0 gladiator version that kissed people and looked at boobs. It was bizarre. BIZARRE. This can't be Wade. This was not Wade.
But it was.
Mal grabbed him around the throat in a surprisingly strong grip, eyes a little crazy, and dragged his face down to her level. "If you're trolling me, pal, I promise you…" she growled, letting the threat hang.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 18, 2015 21:48:17 GMT -8
Connie, your incredibly deep stash of gifs for every single situation never fails to amuse me.
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Karana Malora
The Unfair Advantage
I don't believe in a no-win scenario.
Posts: 246
Affiliation: The Fel Crew (Unfair Advantage)
Traffic Light: Orange
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Post by Karana Malora on Aug 14, 2015 17:31:19 GMT -8
Although, it's looking like no one can do it this weekend... Except, like, me. So...
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