#──꒰ OC // BRIOOLA ꒱

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@arc-77 “You sure you know what you’re getting into with this assignment, Ms. Rio? Alphas aren’t exactly your average clones, and you’re on the smaller side. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

She blinks, head looking over at the man. His concern is unneeded, but not un-wanted. Though it does make her wonder if he was actually concerned for her well-being, or if he is truly insinuating that he'd like to hurt her.

" I didn't choose this assignment, but it's not my first assignment either. " Rio states, simply, fingers holding her datapad loosely by her thighs like a book.

" Unless you're bigger than a rancor under there, I'm sure I'll be alright. " The Mirialan woman smirks, her self-confidence and self-assurance noticeable in her eyes. It's clear that she truly doesn't believe she will, or possibly can get hurt.

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@arc-77 continued from here.

Having almost given herself a panic attack, Fordo’s breathing exercise helped her from doing so. Taking breathes and following his example. One could almost assume he’s done this before. His calming demeanor helped a lot in settling her upset pit of guilt in her stomach.

“ Sorry, sorry.” She apologizes before she takes in a deep breath and shows her datapad towards the alpha arc.

“ I was just agreeing with Civet, and now i’m scared after re-reading it that it might come off like i don’t like you guys. But that’s not what i meant ! “ There’s sadness in her eyes and it’s clear she cares more about his brothers hating her or something she doesn’t like them, than she is about her own opinions.

She does think Crow is an asshole, because he certainly is. And that isn’t to say that the Alphas aren’t assholes, but she doesn’t want them to feel like she doesn’t like them. It would greatly hinder her job if they did think that way.

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“ i see you have questions.”

Rio smiles, “ Oh so many questions, and so little time to ask them. Unless of course you mean questions for me ? “

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@spokewar asked: “Brioola, I mean this in the nicest sense possible, but does it not get incredibly depressing, maddening, and dismal to be stuck here in Tipoca?”

To say that it had shocked her was an understatement. Not many others truly see her as a “normal” conversation. sand not many ever tend to care much about the affairs she deals with on a cycle to cycle basis. The generals interest in her affairs her in Tipoca city cause her curious mind to bounce around before she can really give him a proper answer. She almost seems a bit lost by his inquiry, but she isn’t. Simply trying to process and string together a proper sentence to her thoughts.

❛ Although those are some pretty good descriptors for Tipoca City, that isn’t how i see it. And it isn’t how it feel about it either. ❜ She starts, her index finger over her bottom lip as she thinks a bit more.

❛ I’ve seen far more death than i’d like to. And it can be depressing, and dismal when you don’t see troopers come back. But if i don’t keep a positive tone, a playful outlook to it all, then truly all that is left for these men to feel is sadness. And that is no way for a man to live his life. I’m constant war and grieving. ❜ The mirialan woman explains as she finally looks back up at the Jedi Master.

❛ Besides, it’s far more fun here than serving the senate. ❜ Rio muses with a smile to playfully jab at the galactic senate.

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Headcanon; Brioola has never owned a stuffed animal but she loves them and looks at them at shops. She really wants one but she doesn’t think she’d be able to carry a stuffed animal around with her everywhere, unfortunately.

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«SECURE» for the sender to keep the receiver in a secure location for their safety. (for Brioola)

──꒰ BRIOOLA ꒱    🐰  ・・・・ 

This is it, she's going to die, isn't she ?

She can't say she's ever found herself in a situation where she genuinely felt like she was going to die. Sure, there have been instances where clients have threatened her life, but she's never been this close to being genuinely hurt.

Dread settles in her stomach, and she feels like she wants to expel anything she's had in the past day. But she's frozen in place, looking at the floor. There are a number of things running in her head. She isn't supposed to see the war, or, be on the battlefield. She can't stomach the site she'd seen moments ago.

Sweat dripping down her face as she processes what just happened. Her heart beats miles a minute as she tries to catch up to the moment. Eventually, her back hits against the wall, startling her as she holds the sides of her shoulders. Finally, she looks up at the red twi'lek.

❛    Wher-Where . . . where are we going ?  ⠀❜ She croaks, her fear evident. Her fear and anxiety stemmed from the fact that she isn't sure who this woman is, nor what she intends to do with her. She could want to kill her for all she knows, and it only causes her to regret showing the fear in her eyes.

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ugh, i swear no one gives me attention 😒 . . . i have to interrupt conversations to talk to anyone i swear.

what am i doing wrong?

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Walking down the corridor from her previous destination she's personally absorbed in her datapad as she scrolls, stops, and seems to read, with small glances up to make sure she isn't tripping over anyone. She seems to be walking mindlessly, with no clear new destination even in her own head as she walks mindless around Tipoca City.

Moves to the side when she hears several footsteps walking down the hallway when they do so they can seamlessly pass. However, there's a moment where she needs to stop for a larger group of troopers. She smiles at them as they pass by, politely giving them attention as they pass. However, her eyes seem to wander a bit, seeing an outlier, staring at her. Rio immediately gives a smile to them, hand on her hip as she waits for the troops to pass before she nods over at them.

" Can I help you with anything? Or are you just gonna stare at the merchandise ? "

\\ open roleplay starter //

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@arc-77 inbox message: Fordo wraps his arms around Brioola and lifts her up, squeezing her like a stressball.

Being picked up or carried is not uncommon for the Mirialan woman. She’s shorter than any clone in the galaxy, and although packs a decent weight, it seems to happen for frequently than one would think. Today is no acceptation. Being practically scooped up into large arms, and into a hug. She feels squished, but she doesn’t vocalize it, it isn’t like she hates it. However it can be difficult to breathe when a 6’4” clone is gripping at you like a stressball, and unsurprisingly cracking her back.

❛ Uh, Captain- ❜ Rio says a bit strained by the forced weight entrapping her to his chest. He must have missed her while on deployment. That it he really needed to let off steam. Neither is an issue for her. What is an issue however, is her lack of oxygen.

❛ Fordo, please- ❜ She squeaks out almost breathlessly as her face starts to turn purple.

❛ Need to- BREATHE ❜

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@lightfaithed asked: “⚠ picks up Brioola <3”

Although it isn’t uncommon for her to be picked up. It is however uncommon for her to be picked up at random. Having her datapad in her hand as she waits for someone at their usual meeting place, she feels herself being picked up and she’s instantly freaked out. Letting out a harsh gasp at the sudden movement.

Her panic isn’t short as her heart races from adrenaline in a split second. She’s been, kidnapped before. This wouldn’t be the first time someone catches her by surprise, but she’s safely within the walls of durasteal with troopers passing by. None of them seem bothered by it, her panic must be incorrect. She didn’t have but a second to think about it as one hand clutches her datapad tightly to her chest, and the other reaching for anything to help her grasp what’s happening.

When she finally regains her stability, hand grasping at a shoulder, her eyes finally look up at the blue sparkly eyes of the general. Her adrenaline stills pumps, but she feels her anxiety quickly fade as she lets out a laugh.

❛ General! You scared me! ❜ Brioola exclaims, lightly smacking his shoulder with the back of her hand as she lets out another laughs. She takes in a deep breath and tries to calm her nerves a bit more before she finally asks him why on the makers name would he pick her up out of nowhere.

❛ Is there a reason you’ve scooped me up and scared the living daylight out of me? ❜ She asks, a bit of playful sass rolling off her tongue, almost demanding an answer. Though she would be as content without one.

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Crow likes Banana bread, pass it on!

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Just passed Rio in the halls and asked her what she was listening to.

Never. Again.

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"I've never seen so many men wasted so badly." for briioolaaa

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The Miralian woman gives a small nervous laugh. Hand behind her neck as she averts her gaze from the general. She isn't even sure were to begin in explaining to the general how, or, why this happened. But at least she knows she can't be blamed for doing her job. Besides, she's a little wasted herself.

❛ We . . . got a bit carried away with our drinking game, ❜ She says, finally looking back at the general. She feels a bit guilty, but as she sways a bit she finds it hard to get her barring. She may be more drunk than she realizes yet.

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“You belong to me” (for Brioola <3)

This is unexpected. Especially from someone so . . . well, for a lack of a better term, intimidating. She’s unsure how to respond, how to process this. Instead her face becomes red hot, flushed and confused as to why this woman is able to fluster her so much. The red twi’lek is far from the friendliest face she’s ever seen. But her tattoos and beautiful head tails make her intimidating in every sense. Her beauty and demeanor make her words carry further than one would imagine. But she cannot disagree with the woman’s statement. Not because wouldn’t dare deny it, but because some part of her likes the idea.

❛ I-I’m- i- uh, i’m not- i’m sure i don’t know what you mean. ❜ Brioola stammers her way through her sentence as she averts eye contact with the twi’lek.

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"You belong to me." (Well now I HAVE to)

Her heart may as well stopped that very moment. Her freckles cheeks flushed with red as she takes in his words. Why does the galaxy have to make them both suffer like this? She feels like she’s going to melt right then and there just staring at him.

❛ Fordo . . . ❜ She breathes just over her own breath as the overwhelming emotions hit her like a brick. She doesn’t call him by name often, his honorifics slipping off her tongue more frequently. But it doesn’t feel right addressing him as such in the moment. And at any given moment, at any given time, she would take him over any man in the galaxy.

❛ You’re making me blush, ❜ She muses with a smile as she puts her hands in her warm cheeks. She almost debates hiding her eyes behind her hands as the simple thought of being his fills her with butterflies.

❛ You shouldn’t say things like that, ❜ Rio whines playfully, ❛ Or i’m going to become part of the floor. ❜

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[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders.

──꒰ BRIOOLA ꒱    ♡  ・・・・ 

Looking up a tad bit confused as to the gesture, she puts her datapad in her lap and looks at the captain with a puzzled look.

❛ What's this for ? ❜ She asked with slight amusement as she pulls each end to cover her fully. Enjoying the warmth of the fabric despite not being certain why. Was it because of her shirt today ? Or had he assumed her to be cold ?