Jenton reciprocated the nod, looking down at the ground. "She was," He said. He pointed to one of the pictures, "That's the earliest photograph ever taken of her. It was about a year ago."
Furrowing his eyebrows, Jenton looked where the girl was pointing. "Well, you can stay here for a while. They can't give you any trouble with this many people around," He reassured her, helping her stand steadily.
(ooc: it's okay that erin happened to stumble upon the funeral while she was...
Jenton heard yelling from somewhere nearby, but that didn't surprise him as much as the tiny girl who ducked behind him. He turned his head to look at her. She was tiny and seemed afraid.
"Hey," He said, gently, "What's wrong?"
A young twi'lek, about thirteen or fourteen years, came running up to the wall. She stopped, stared up at it, then looked down and tossed a single flower before looking at Jenton and darting off. Jenton guessed she must've known Eris before. He looked at Mark, who had just spoken to him, and...
A few comments from a Bona-Fide role-player, if I may.
First off, the personality is lacking. He doesn't seem to have very many flaws. In fact, he barely has any. I would recommend giving him more flaws than just "nervous and inexperienced". At least as many flaws as good qualities is a...
Jenton dove to dodge the bolt which the clown-faced Sith had reflected from Mark's gun. He rolled once before jumping to his feet. Almost immediately, he staggered. His legs turned to lead, and any ounce of energy was fading fast. Then, Mark started shooting at the bombs. Though Jenton's...
http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/it-was-worth-all-the-while.68567/#post-1295413
Mark can join in here, if you want. If you skip to "Naboo--two hours later" that part's more relevant
Time: A few days after the Battle of Onderon.
(No PVP -- Kill/Capture/Maim disabled)
Jenton was back in his ship. It was the one place he truly knew like the back of his hand. Now, though, even this was different. Everything was. Instead of being casual, the silence was penetrating. It...
Jenton isn't going to have a "bounty" on Shaw's head, at least, not in the usual sense of the word. He wants Shaw dead, and he wants to see to it himself. Until Onderon, he and Eris had been able to stay out of most Jedi/Sith confrontations. By killing Eris, Shaw made this whole conflict...
Jenton stumbled backwards just slightly at the force push from Shaw. He regained his balance and stared at him, watching his every move. He held his hands out and directed a strong push at the Sith. If it hit him, it would shove him into the walls with enough force to crack a few bones. Once...
As the wall started to crumble, Jenton tried to hold it up as long as he could, to buy himself and Mark more time to escape. He walked backwards as he kept it just inches above their heads. Once he was to a certain point, he turned around and started sprinting. He didn't bother to look back...
Jenton knew Eris was gone. "No," He begged, "No, no, NO, NO" His voice crescendoed, filling the air. But no matter what, nothing would change the fact. The Jester's voice rang in his head. He winced and squeezed his eyes shut. What if it was right? What if she had died hating him? He...
@Darasuum I see what you're saying. Maybe the bolts hit her in the neck, but Jenton and Mark manage to get her to safety before further harm can be done. Then they try to get a medic, but she ends up dying before they can get to her? Could we make that work?
@Darasuum It wouldn't be as hard to dive down as it is to dive to the side, and she wouldn't have to get down as far. Shaw could adjust, sure, but she could probably manage to escape with some injuries. I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining, but certain injury is one thing--certain death...