Meeeh, I think I'll have to post, eventually.
Edit: And done.
Miro's fucking berserk.
You don't hurt his adoptive little sisters in his presence.
Edit: And done.
Miro's fucking berserk.
You don't hurt his adoptive little sisters in his presence.
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Hey guys, dropping here again. Does anyone know what happened to Roy? I've been meaning to reach him in Puella Magi Madoka Magica Wild Hunt, but he's vanished.
Also, keeping tabs on this aswell. Kinda cool to see a decent Tokyo Ghoul Rp.
Also, keeping tabs on this aswell. Kinda cool to see a decent Tokyo Ghoul Rp.
@AtomicNut I don't think he ever said he took physical damage, he just felt the pain.
He coughed up blood against the display as he blacked out.
The last little bit of life was about to flicker out of the council in front of him and Zim reached out to the red light, putting his hand near it he whispered through the pain, as a whisper was all he could muster through his sync damaged abdomen. "Thanks, partner."
It alludes to coughing up blood and synch damage.
@Mr RageAriamis can correct me if I am wrong but you can't get damaged from synch feedback that much. At most a nosebleed like Elora. The pain is all in the head.
And we keep the trend of guys being over 18 and girl pilots under 18.
Gonna drop aswell... I lost interest.
...One down. Eight remaining.
"KYYYAAAAAAAH!" Sigma screamed, the empathic feedback ripping her apart with waves of pain in her leg and torso. She winced, tears welling up again, gasping for air. Her glare focused on the strange mech that had dragged her down. She was going to stab her.
I got too cocky! She panicked slightly, trying to flail to counter the obviously dangerous melee attack. And then before the eyes, the mech was ripped off. Sigma stood there, stunned. Her brain took a moment to process what was happening. She was paralyzed with fear.
The Sköll greeted her. She couldn't even react to the gruesome fate of Delta, she had to get out. As if on cue, her jetpack started. Avoid avoid avoid. Nope nope nope nope. She thought mentally, as she tried to escape to no avail.
A second time she screamed, feeling the monstrous grip on her head as well as the framewerk. Her ears were ringing, barely registering what Irina was saying. But she could remember the taunts. The acceleration. How she was made to look. She was toying with her. Trembling, she flicked her communications once more. Was it the general channel? The team channel? She couldn't think. Too much numbness and pain. She didn't even know what her synch rate was.
"I'm sorry people. Looks like I'm the first victim. I took one down and the artillery is not a problem anymore, but I'm pinned by the Sköll."
She sniffled. Stupid tears were getting in the way.
Is this the end? Am I defective product like Delta, or Alpha? Sigma pondered briefly, still overlooking the battlefield with her demonic companion keeping her as a toy. Will I get cake? Ariin said so.
Ariin. Elora.
Lora, the loud cute girl, Katya, Harold the idiot, the other two guys...
I don't want it to end too soon. I don't want to be a burden to them.
Her hand clenched into a fist, wiping her tears.
Determination.
"I...I have one thing to add." Sigma said, her voice trembling, but soon becoming icy and aloof like when they first met. Her optics focused on the Sköll. There was no way she could take this beast on combat. It was just too fast, too armed, and too skillfully piloted. The only thing she had was heavier armor weighing her down, and a thruster she couldn't...
Wait.
"Don't go gentle into that good night..."Her hand reached for the jetpack core. Crushing it. Making it explode. The shockwave hurt like hell, and Sigma almost passed out.
Please be harmed! Please don't dodge this!Sigma prayed, as she in a last ditch effort unslung her rifle once more with her remaining hand, trying to shoot with her last willpower into the Sköll.
And her consciousness abandoned her.
I got too cocky! She panicked slightly, trying to flail to counter the obviously dangerous melee attack. And then before the eyes, the mech was ripped off. Sigma stood there, stunned. Her brain took a moment to process what was happening. She was paralyzed with fear.
The Sköll greeted her. She couldn't even react to the gruesome fate of Delta, she had to get out. As if on cue, her jetpack started. Avoid avoid avoid. Nope nope nope nope. She thought mentally, as she tried to escape to no avail.
A second time she screamed, feeling the monstrous grip on her head as well as the framewerk. Her ears were ringing, barely registering what Irina was saying. But she could remember the taunts. The acceleration. How she was made to look. She was toying with her. Trembling, she flicked her communications once more. Was it the general channel? The team channel? She couldn't think. Too much numbness and pain. She didn't even know what her synch rate was.
"I'm sorry people. Looks like I'm the first victim. I took one down and the artillery is not a problem anymore, but I'm pinned by the Sköll."
She sniffled. Stupid tears were getting in the way.
Is this the end? Am I defective product like Delta, or Alpha? Sigma pondered briefly, still overlooking the battlefield with her demonic companion keeping her as a toy. Will I get cake? Ariin said so.
Ariin. Elora.
Lora, the loud cute girl, Katya, Harold the idiot, the other two guys...
I don't want it to end too soon. I don't want to be a burden to them.
Her hand clenched into a fist, wiping her tears.
Determination.
"I...I have one thing to add." Sigma said, her voice trembling, but soon becoming icy and aloof like when they first met. Her optics focused on the Sköll. There was no way she could take this beast on combat. It was just too fast, too armed, and too skillfully piloted. The only thing she had was heavier armor weighing her down, and a thruster she couldn't...
Wait.
"Don't go gentle into that good night..."Her hand reached for the jetpack core. Crushing it. Making it explode. The shockwave hurt like hell, and Sigma almost passed out.
Please be harmed! Please don't dodge this!Sigma prayed, as she in a last ditch effort unslung her rifle once more with her remaining hand, trying to shoot with her last willpower into the Sköll.
And her consciousness abandoned her.
I don't even know what to do any more. I had some clever thought, but with all the enemy frames being made short work of already, I don't think I'll get any chance to properly use it.
At least you didnt wreck your frame in a stupid stunt...
@SillyGoyMake Harold ask her out to find out then. Mention your medals! It will be good.
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