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Sarge Potteiger

Sarge Potteiger

Member Since 28 Feb 2013
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In Topic: This ship don't stop there anymore. [Sarge]

24 February 2019 - 10:40 PM

"Rather spirited." He admits, tipping his head to one side. After a moment, he went to dig out a datapad before realizing it wouldn't do the wolf justice. "Well, they tend to be more rust colored than anything. You wouldn't really be able to tell them from any other wolf save for the fact their canines are impressively large. Out of proportion to their head, actually - very pronounced. Get their name cause their teeth are rust colored; I keep thinking she's got an infection or something but I have to remind myself that's just the color they are."


In Topic: This ship don't stop there anymore. [Sarge]

24 February 2019 - 09:05 PM

The smile that ghosted over his face last no longer than the flicker of a candle. "Yes, a pair." He remarks dryly, "And I do have a dog - a Renan Bloodwolf that I got off Danger Arceneau." He actually smiled at that. She was a good girl, though she'd become more of a town dog than a home-dog. That would have been the wolf genes in her, he assumed. 

"More of a wall than a fence, though. Lake Country isn't really made for fences."


In Topic: Eye of the Storm

24 February 2019 - 07:24 PM

He couldn't sense. It was part of his 'condition.' But he didn't need to sense to know how anyone with the ability to use the Force would react to his presence - so often, it became a crutch. You could touch someone's mind, and read who they were, and how they felt. She was, if not now, then soon, going to touch his mind. He also knew how that would turn out. It was, in many ways, different for everyone, but the end result was the same: questions. So many questions. How? Why? And, perhaps more importantly, what. "Ashin and I are... perhaps more similar than we would ever care to admit." That same, tight lipped smile returned, if only for a brief moment. 

"I have not. Last I heard from her, she was an old woman, and I stopped to help her catch her breath on a snowy eve."

Whatever the hell that meant.

"But I don't hear from too many, unless they want something." He gestured vaguely to the workstation she'd just vacated. "I was trying not to interrupt." As if that explained his silence. Not that she'd know his habit of always being silent. His void black eyes never quite showed where he was looking, but much like when looking at lenses, you could just get a sense for when they were directed at you, and for now, they were on the workstation.

Then, he shook his head, and they were back on her. "If you do happen upon her, tell her I said hello."


In Topic: This ship don't stop there anymore. [Sarge]

24 February 2019 - 07:08 PM

"Uhm...." he frowned for a moment, the corners of his lips pulled back in towards his cheeks when he bit the inside of his lip. "...persistence, maybe?" He shrugged a shoulder. "I really don't know, and she'll never tell."


In Topic: Eye of the Storm

13 January 2019 - 02:08 PM

"I'm not." He replies, her anxiety foremost in his mind, especially when he was confirming he wasn't making a mistake. Ayden had always dealt in secrets, and he'd passed his love for them onto his assassin, who in turn became a head of state, prison warder, and then, information broker. Not that anyone was aware he worked as one. He was probably known by more titles than he'd ever be able to remember, and that was fine by him. It wasn't the prestige that concerned him, merely the power. Power that had seen him make friends like Ashin Varanin, though he'd argue it was his winning personality.

A winning personality, and the ability to out-draw anyone else in the galaxy. Semantics, really.

"Sarge." He replies simply, and the only person comfortable enough to say it like it was a name and not a title was the former Lord Protector. It was hit or miss on being recognized, but even if she didn't, he wasn't going to elaborate further. He didn't like to elaborate. "And if that's what you're going by now, I'll add it to your dossier."

Blissfully unaware that she was reaching out in the Force, she would find... nothing. It was as though his mind didn't exist. Nothing was there, save a void as black as his eyes. He'd been told, once, that it was a swirling, cloudy orb of 'wrongness' where his thoughts should be. It kept him from looking out, but it also kept them from looking in. He was a fortress with no gates.

"Don't worry, it's safe with me. Anyone that Ashin is willing to lend a hand to is a friend to me. I trust her more than anyone else in this galaxy." He smiled, but it wasn't kind. Ashin held fond memories for him, but that didn't mean he liked talking to former prisoners. Especially not former prisoners who'd been murdered... presumably.