vietmyke

Spiritum

Should have a comment of Galahad saying sarcastically that the only reason he ever remembers he has a father is because everyone loves to remind him- I think all vocal mentions of Galahad's father has been by other characters lolol

@HeySeuss Gideon's lucky his dad is government instead of military

Ace Academy - Ready!? Set!? Rumble! - High Casual

Sara giggled as Atlas went about giving his speech. It was fairly melodramatic, and there could be something said about a man named Atlas putting the weight of the team on his shoulders, but Sara let it slide for now. She wasn't the only one that noticed, because all around them other students were gawking, giggling, snorting or some combination of the three. Regardless, Sara supposed it was the leader-ly thing to do. This was all fairly new to Sara- she had done combat maneuvers before, but generally it was in a 1x1 or 1xMutliple scenario with her relying on nothing but her own skills and the capabilities of her test unit. Working with a team was going to be an interesting challenge, and Yasumi seemingly agreeing with her noted that they lacked any serious defensive units.

Sara shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "Well you know what they say, the best defense is a good offense." Not the exact wording of the saying, with joking logic of course. "No one will shoot at you, if there's no one to shoot at you."

Bill expressed his desire to jump into the practice sims and everyone else seemed open to the idea, so Sara merely nodded in agreement. Hamasaki expressed her interest in getting to know everone's GEAR and strategy, and the tech-nerd in Sara's soul immediately jumped with excitement- she loved the idea of getting a look at different GEARs, and ACE academy pilots had a habit of customizing their machines.

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"Well, when I'm vacation I don't make a habit of keeping anti-magic shackles handy." Galahad answered Collete, as he approached their little gathering. In one hand he held a baseball cap for a local sports team, in the other a bottle of water. Galahad had already been up for a few hours, always the early riser, and had been handling the disguise of their truck and his morning Mist-training rituals, meant to further extend and make efficient his use of Mist, chances are they'd need it in the coming days. He had traded yesterday's garments for a less blood and sweat stained, but still non-descript outfit consisting of boots, jeans, and a plain jacket. The only thing really out of place was the ornate Vangar saber at his side. He'd go about concealing it with a spell later.

"and I won't bother trying to shackle a mage with zip-ties, paracord and chains." Galahad added as he joined them on the ground with a grunt. The implication was simple- shackling WARDENs and those similar to them had little use- almost all of them were strong enough and/or knowledgeable enough, to break their way out of simple bindings, and a mage could snap chains and binds with little effort. Nothing short of anti-magic shackles, or diterium-metal restraints could really stop them.

"All the same, its probably better for all of us if no one recognizes you." he said as he pulled the cap over her dark hair. He regarded her for a moment before he shrugged and sighed. "Well, could be worse- could be better- but could be worse." For $10, it would obscure her head profile and shade her face enough to hide her from recognition at any passing glance. In a group of half dozen 20-something-year-olds, maybe she'd be harder to notice.

Reaching across Setzer to grab at a hot dog, Galahad glanced at the small map he was regarding. He had remembered them talking about the Archives just a short moment ago. Setzer called it a boring place of books and math- and to that Galahad begrudgingly agreed. The Archives were a handy resource, but in this day and age when copies of most of their knowledge were abound and available in more forms than just book, Galahad found the Archives to be more of a tourist attraction than a place of learning. Though there were some bits of information in the Archives that weren't available for general print or public- perhaps they as WARDENs could access it.

"Also, isn't there a small military guard post near the Archive?" Galahad mused "We could convince them to lend us some gear, by official means or otherwise."

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no lie, I was hoping this would take a few more days so I could get my Mass Effect fix in. ah well guess I'll get something up first so I dont disappear for a week.

Foreign Legion [First Contact/Uplift/Military Sci-Fi]

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Memoirs from an Alien Planet. Day 8, 30 minutes after first contact.

^{"Virgins always survive horror flicks." -- Claire 'Butch' Laurent ((@Noxious))}

"Butch, K-Ton, PDM's. Make them count," K-Ton vaguely heard over the comms. Their current response was automatic- bounding overwatch back to a more defensible position. K-Ton and the rest of his fireteam had the great honor and responsibility of being the lucky fuckers to hold the rear as everyone got a several meter lead on them. If he wasn't so busy gasping for breath and sucking water, he would've made a snarky remark about them 'always getting to do all the fun stuff'. Regardless, he haphazardly pulled PDM's out of his vest and tossed them into the jungle behind him, making sure not to accidentally hit trees or overlap with the others as much as possible.

"And Danny the bait survives, guess he is a virgin." laughed Butch as they got their way to the contact point and threw themselves into whatever cover they could find. K-Ton sunk to his ass at the base of a tree, his free hand clutching at the fabric around the base of his neck and rapidly pulling on it- in an attempt to stimulate airflow.

"I dunno if you noticed Butch, but I think the lot of us were bait." K-Ton yelled as he tried to make himself heard over the roar of the A-10s. He'd go kiss the A-10 Operators once they got back, god bless their trigger fingers. They had little form of respit as within moments the Salvesh were upon them and the fight began again in earnest.

"Goddam these guys are fast! K-Ton remarked loudly as he pulled out his M32 and leveled it towards the enemy. He was about to start firing when he heard the second squad leader call out a sniper team to their 3 O'Clock. Snipers were never any good- and K-Ton made a point of despising snipers- unless they were on his side. Quickly scanning the direction Hedberg called out, K-Ton spotted them, a small quartet of Salvesh scurrying along the treeline- two of them holding oversized rifle-like weapons.

Readjusting his aim, K-Ton paused to switch his M32 to an airburst tube. Gauging distance and heading, he pulled the trigger once, then twice. There tell-tale Thwump! Thwump! of his weapon and the slight rocking of his shoulders as he fired. Moments later the air around the Salvesh sniper team exploded in razor fragments and concussive force.

Ace Academy - Ready!? Set!? Rumble! - High Casual

Depends on if more players intend on joining. If we had like, three more players, then it'd probably be best to stick with the rotation, but considering it's a five-man band we might as well slot in the extra pilot.

@Ammokkx

- is essentially my mentality, if the team was considerably larger, we'd be able to throw in rotations, have an "A Team" and "B Team", but as it is now its essentially excluding a player for a fight.

@vancexentan sorry for all the hassle, I understand the need to stick to core materials, and rules and guidelines are a key part of keeping things organized, but (for me at least) an RP is a collaborative story writing process, and its only fun if everyone feels like they're contributing and getting something out of it. Its not like a videogame or VN where events can go by in 15 minutes and then the narrative moves on, an RP fight could take a few days, maybe a week or more, and to exclude someone from the narrative for that much time just because they didn't fit in the canon rules is a little unfair to me.

Ace Academy - Ready!? Set!? Rumble! - High Casual

That's too bad- especially since competition fights are some of the major plot points- the player that sits out that fight will probably end up feeling like they did nothing to help their team. Also, RPing sitting in a crowd and watching a fight is not nearly as entertaining as RPing a fight itself, IMO anyway.

Ace Academy - Ready!? Set!? Rumble! - High Casual

Wait so are we sticking to 4 person teams with backups? Or are we gonna stretch the cannon rules a bit and make them 5 person teams?

Ace Academy - Ready!? Set!? Rumble! - High Casual

And Sara in true anime fashion is oblivious to his innuendos.. or is she?

Ace Academy - Ready!? Set!? Rumble! - High Casual

"That's very sweet of you Yasumi," Sara replied disarmingly with a small smile and slight head tilt that caused her hair to bounce a bit. Yasumi's implications were crude, but Sara didn't dislike the man- he was a bit on the lazy side, but he had a better attitude than a lot of the others she had met last year. Still, she didn't pay him much attention, instead rendering it to Atlas, their prospective team leader as he addressed her.

"I've always been a pilot- that's what I got my scholarship for." Sara replied lightheartedly, "I do a lot of test work for GEAR manufacturers, so I'm usually talking to the engineering students about specs and performance standards."

"As far as the competitive scene goes- this is my first time trying out for a team, but its not like I don't know what I'm doing. I test pilot mil-spec GEARs for Defense Contractors, they teach you a thing or two about GEAR combat." she replied lightly, with a playful wink to punctuate her spoken resume.

She reached for the signup clip-board, picking it up first. She was about finished writing her information down when a flash of light surprised her and caused her to drop it with a small 'eep'. Approaching them was a rather tall, lanky student. Taller than most pilots, and not nearly as bulky. While their team seemed to be an exception, most of the pilots Sara had met kept in rather good shape and were as a result, rather stocky. This newcomer, who introduced himself as Kiril, was anything but. Toweringly tall and lanky- it would seem all the boys shared the same qualities- tall, skinny, and western.

In fact, everyone appeared much taller than she- even Hamasaki, with her very classic Japanese good looks and slender frame towered over Sara by almost a full 30cm. She envied Hamasaki's height- most girls probably did.

Returning her attention to Kiril, who stood a bit of a distance away from them in what appeared to be what counted as an acceptably dramatic distance, she regarding him with a disarming shrug and a small smile, as she handed the signup sheet to the next person.

"The signup sheet's being passed around, so you might have to wait your turn."