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''The Sorosuub yacht Raven belonged to a man named [[Dan Thrule]]. But who was he? A figment of the imagination? A story told to simple minds too afraid to look where no one should venture? It mattered so little anymore. All that mattered was that Dan Thrule was nowhere to be found aboard his yacht, though he departed aboard it two days prior from the Star Cruiser Dauntless with the Jedi Master [[Loklorien s'Ilancy]]. She too, was a figment of the mind's eye. A phantasm created by optimists and naivete. There were only two. As it was. As it should be. As it always shall be.''
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''A cordon had been drawn around the park to the East of the Stanley Mosk Courthouse in downtown Los Angeles. Already the park was thronging with protesters at least a hundred strong, an eclectic group of people who at first blush could very well have been a random selection from Los Angeles and the surrounding counties, only with a more imaginative palette that, in a few cases, included blue and green and scales and fur.  
  
'''Darth Decepis. Darth Acera'''
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''Waving above the energetic crowd was a forest of posterboard signs with slogans like "REGISTRATION IS INHUMAN" and "ABOLISH THE FREAK LIST." Towering over the rest was a vinyl banner stretched between two poles: '''"END MUTANT REGISTRATION NOW!"'''
  
''A Master. An Apprentice. Such is the way of the Sith, as it was for a millennium. Now, Master and Apprentice wait at the threshold to a forbidden stretch of space, so filled with dread energies of the Dark Side that they must close themselves to its power, lest they risk losing their minds . . .''
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''A cheer went up as a large, bearded man with a black T-shirt, sunglasses, and a face for radio mounted the platform near the courthouse steps - most of the assembled recognized him as Don Iverson, an outspoken and inflammatory radio personality who had never been shy about his own mutancy. He took his position and roared into the microphone:
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"Good morning, mutants of Los Angeles! Are you ready to make some noise?"''

Revision as of 20:13, 3 May 2011

Focus Roleplay - April 2011
Rally Time
Rallytime.jpg

A cordon had been drawn around the park to the East of the Stanley Mosk Courthouse in downtown Los Angeles. Already the park was thronging with protesters at least a hundred strong, an eclectic group of people who at first blush could very well have been a random selection from Los Angeles and the surrounding counties, only with a more imaginative palette that, in a few cases, included blue and green and scales and fur.

Waving above the energetic crowd was a forest of posterboard signs with slogans like "REGISTRATION IS INHUMAN" and "ABOLISH THE FREAK LIST." Towering over the rest was a vinyl banner stretched between two poles: "END MUTANT REGISTRATION NOW!"

A cheer went up as a large, bearded man with a black T-shirt, sunglasses, and a face for radio mounted the platform near the courthouse steps - most of the assembled recognized him as Don Iverson, an outspoken and inflammatory radio personality who had never been shy about his own mutancy. He took his position and roared into the microphone:

"Good morning, mutants of Los Angeles! Are you ready to make some noise?"