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Both Sult and Nero looked eachother, their eyes rolling in unison. The scene was getting tiresome. After a mysterious slaughter and a short-lived skirmish with some brigands (and a mercenary leader insinuating she wanted the cute captain all to herself, which was a no no, by Sult's book.) Both of them unsheathed their blades, and spurred their horses, looking at eachother before lazily following in the charge. Let the others do the work this time. Both sisters had already done what they could, even offering a small token ceremony for the fallen souls of the fortress. They had even found some lilies to burn in a small token fire.
In the meantime, both looked at Umbra, who was biting her lip as she steadied herself in the back of the cart. Having dismissed her mount earlier, because of its unsuitability for battle, she was now hitching a ride on the cart other knights were. Her elven eyes focused on the group, and the incoming knights. It looked that all they did was to use haste and no finesse. Tyaethe, the abomination knight, was particulary eager to go into the fray.
She could not allow her to proceed as she wished though. Umbra was a creature that respected life. Those horses had no right to be caught in the middle and injuried. So she whipped her bow, once more, and took aim. She however, did care very little for the humans, as she aimed at the assailants necks' swiftly and methodically, seeking to incapacitate them before the clash with her fellow knights was apparent, and thus sparing the mounts a grisly injury (specially those who were in Tyaethe's path). There was a reason why no one entered the elven forests of Thaln uninvited. However, Umbra also curbed her bloodlust at some point. She really needed to spare a couple of them for questioning.
"Wow... look at that tight..." Nero started a sentence, stopping for a moment to gawk at the show of archery from one of the Knight's best archers.
"...butt!" Sult added mischievously, causing the elven veteran to fumble and shoot the cart's planks instead of a target. Her eyes darted to the offender as she gave a venomous stare, before resuming her task.
Nero sighed. "...no, Sult. I meant tight aim. Get your head out of the gutter!" Nero chided as she finally sped up alongside her sister. Maybe they weren't as synchronized as she initially thought...
In the meantime, both looked at Umbra, who was biting her lip as she steadied herself in the back of the cart. Having dismissed her mount earlier, because of its unsuitability for battle, she was now hitching a ride on the cart other knights were. Her elven eyes focused on the group, and the incoming knights. It looked that all they did was to use haste and no finesse. Tyaethe, the abomination knight, was particulary eager to go into the fray.
She could not allow her to proceed as she wished though. Umbra was a creature that respected life. Those horses had no right to be caught in the middle and injuried. So she whipped her bow, once more, and took aim. She however, did care very little for the humans, as she aimed at the assailants necks' swiftly and methodically, seeking to incapacitate them before the clash with her fellow knights was apparent, and thus sparing the mounts a grisly injury (specially those who were in Tyaethe's path). There was a reason why no one entered the elven forests of Thaln uninvited. However, Umbra also curbed her bloodlust at some point. She really needed to spare a couple of them for questioning.
"Wow... look at that tight..." Nero started a sentence, stopping for a moment to gawk at the show of archery from one of the Knight's best archers.
"...butt!" Sult added mischievously, causing the elven veteran to fumble and shoot the cart's planks instead of a target. Her eyes darted to the offender as she gave a venomous stare, before resuming her task.
Nero sighed. "...no, Sult. I meant tight aim. Get your head out of the gutter!" Nero chided as she finally sped up alongside her sister. Maybe they weren't as synchronized as she initially thought...
Let me tell you an story...
...about a wondrous world of fantasy.
Where great adventures were had.
Where earth shattering fights took place.
...A land of mystical power.
Where seven magical balls can bring forth the Divine Dragon.
Where any wish may be granted.
...about a wondrous world of fantasy.
Where great adventures were had.
Where earth shattering fights took place.
...A land of mystical power.
Where seven magical balls can bring forth the Divine Dragon.
Where any wish may be granted.
Dragonball +
Let's see if you can do better than Goku
Not too long ago, the world was sundered by a great Evil. The Demon King Piccolo, had escaped from his prison and sought to conquer the world once more. However, one courageous lad, named Son Goku, stepped in to defeat the tyrant. The world enjoyed peace, for naught but a few years, as against all odds, the seed of Piccolo had survived his destruction, and now plotted revenge against Goku in the World Martial Arts tournament. The two foes clashed, once again, and Goku was again victorious. The world enjoyed peace, and the hero of the story had his happy end. This is by no means a comprehensive story of all the exploits of the young man (who in turn, had gained quite a bunch of friends and acquaintaces, like fellow martial artists Krillin and Yamcha, and the genius inventor Bulma Briefs) but the events that would make him known to the world at large.
Funny how history itself is shaped. Even as Goku enjoyed peace, with his wife and son, an incredible chain of events was set in motion before his eyes, that shook the very foundations of his existance. The visit of an unearthly, overpowering presence in the form of the heinous Raditz, who described himself as Goku's long lost brother, shed incredible reveals on the past of the man. Namely, that he was an alien, of a race known for their fighting thirst, the Saiyans.
All hope seemed lost, but a stroke of luck managed to tip the scales in favour of the Earth. Foes turned friends, and with the help of the son of Piccolo, Piccolo Junior, the overpowering alien, Raditz was felled. Yet far from ending, the terror would only begin once more. Raditz was but the weakest tip of the spear of a future saiyan invasion. His colleagues, having taking word of one of the Earth's most wondrous legends, the seven Dragon Balls who can grant any wish, are now on their way, and to top it off, the hero known as Goku is dead.
However, it won't be for long, as he has been allowed to keep his body in the afterlife and train under the otherworldy master of martial arts, the one known as King Kai. While his allies vigorously train in Earth, Goku hones his mind and spirit to prepare for yet another battle that would decide the fate of Earth.
Or that was what it was supposed to happen, anyway. Goku's fighting spirit is only surpassed by one thing. His hunger. And that has brought to him his fair share of problems. Like the problem at hand. Confusing it for normal Tofu, Goku has unknowingly ingested the Mapu Tofu of the Void, which in turn can overload even the undead with both eternal bliss and incapacitating heartburn for all the eternity (Goku could probably can shrug off the effects in weeks, but it'll be all too late.). Desperate, a new plan was formulated. If the warriors of Earth cannot beat the incoming menace, then more warriors have to be summoned.
From all corners of Earth. From even other planets of the universe.
Someone summons you from a land far away...
Brave Warrior, now come forth!
Brave Warrior, now come forth!
Hiya, this is AtomicNut, and I will be your gracious host, also known as the GM. Before you start, there's some stuff we need to clear out, nice and simple so we may enjoy a dragonball rp.
RULES
- Point 1: I as the GM, have the last word. I will try to stick to the Dragonball canon, but even I have to make concessions to make it playable and enjoyable. My word is the last word. And I may allow character killings or do them outright.
- Point 2: Play nice. Don't be a spoilsport. Don't insult, grief, etc.
- Point 3: Powerplaying is discouraged. Autohitting is allowed, however since this is such a world, hits may just have no effect on other characters if their player wishes to.
- Point 4:Likewise, don't treat NPCS as shooting targets. There's a little thing called Karma, and you could find yourself in a situation where the mystical Cow from Planet Tonomilk has landed on top of your head and killed you.
- Point 5: I'll work on the tacit assumption that you have a general knowledge of Dragon Ball. If not, go read it. It's an awesome manga.
- point 6: I'll handle powerlevels when necessary. (They're still ...not very good though).
- Point 7: Quality over speed people. It's not a race to fill the slots. This is to keep the group small and tightly knitted.
- Point 8: Casual standards, minimum, within reason.
Character Sheet Below.
Also, whoever posts a power level in their character sheet is going to be rejected automatically.
Let's have fun!
Sult stood silent, her hands gently letting the corpses lie in the ground, methodically but without pause. Even though the stench was nauseating, she had steeled herself to the best of her ability. Her gaze rested on the exchange between several people, as she kept doing her gristly task. She sighed, as she heard Tiral's answer. "Worth a shot." She shrugged, as she eyed Gillian, and then Tyaethe exchange words about the shards of Angroron.
"My, You know how to put that head of yours to use sometimes, sir Gillian." Sult jeered slightly as she looked at the exchange between the two knights. "I can begin to understand why sister dearest-"
"Shut it." Nero's words were curt, her gaze meeting with her own mirror reflection. "This is no time for this." Nero added, as she began walking towards the corpses. "So politics wasn't the answer, but something outright forbidden. Which might or might not be a shard of a forgotten entity." The elder sister added, as she begun to help pile corpses, satisfied with the way Tyaethe had yanked an answer from the mercenary.
"Sult, you still have contact with the Reonites?" She added.
"Hm. I could try." The younger sister added, a hint of seriousness in her voice. "This could be too big for us unaided."
"Indeed". Nero added. "These recent events have been nothing short of suspicious. Black Knights with swords are up to no good. And It wouldn't surprise me that this...henchman was hired by the same person who contacted Damon Cal. We can't discard those two events being related. It would've been quite the feint. Set up a conspiracy to trigger and keep the public eye occupied." Nero Sunfield added as she began to set apart the corpses.
"We seem to think..."
"...the same."
"...And finish..."
"...eachother's sentences." Both seemed to exchange in seemingly fluid switches, offering a small smile. And then two voices as one.
"A bath after this would be welcome." Both Sunfields said in unison.
Meanwhile, Umbra furrowed her brow. That little... human knight, she had been manhandled easily with her coy words. It took a while to coax a raven to come to her aid, and it was the exact time that Umbra realized that she had been had. Call for help without a concrete message. It had been a distraction. The wood elf stomped then again inside with brisk steps, intending to call the filthy human in her mind. But the echoes of conversation made her curb her anger. Shards of Argroron... even if it was true, that signified very bad news.
"This little one." Umbra added, as she gave a scratch to the crow under the beak. "Could probably send a message to the crown really fast." The elf somberly added.
"My, You know how to put that head of yours to use sometimes, sir Gillian." Sult jeered slightly as she looked at the exchange between the two knights. "I can begin to understand why sister dearest-"
"Shut it." Nero's words were curt, her gaze meeting with her own mirror reflection. "This is no time for this." Nero added, as she began walking towards the corpses. "So politics wasn't the answer, but something outright forbidden. Which might or might not be a shard of a forgotten entity." The elder sister added, as she begun to help pile corpses, satisfied with the way Tyaethe had yanked an answer from the mercenary.
"Sult, you still have contact with the Reonites?" She added.
"Hm. I could try." The younger sister added, a hint of seriousness in her voice. "This could be too big for us unaided."
"Indeed". Nero added. "These recent events have been nothing short of suspicious. Black Knights with swords are up to no good. And It wouldn't surprise me that this...henchman was hired by the same person who contacted Damon Cal. We can't discard those two events being related. It would've been quite the feint. Set up a conspiracy to trigger and keep the public eye occupied." Nero Sunfield added as she began to set apart the corpses.
"We seem to think..."
"...the same."
"...And finish..."
"...eachother's sentences." Both seemed to exchange in seemingly fluid switches, offering a small smile. And then two voices as one.
"A bath after this would be welcome." Both Sunfields said in unison.
Meanwhile, Umbra furrowed her brow. That little... human knight, she had been manhandled easily with her coy words. It took a while to coax a raven to come to her aid, and it was the exact time that Umbra realized that she had been had. Call for help without a concrete message. It had been a distraction. The wood elf stomped then again inside with brisk steps, intending to call the filthy human in her mind. But the echoes of conversation made her curb her anger. Shards of Argroron... even if it was true, that signified very bad news.
"This little one." Umbra added, as she gave a scratch to the crow under the beak. "Could probably send a message to the crown really fast." The elf somberly added.
@ACHTUNG: Of course they're still alive.
It's magic.
Damnit, and here i thought it was a blob of emo LCL.
And there's no Shinji to get in the ROBOT.
<Snipped quote by AtomicNut>
Shit man, really? Noice.
Yup. Too bad I work in Medical Physics now since it's not that fancy outside research.
@redbaron1234
Damn straight! Not to mention I'm currently in my second year of a double major degree in Space Physics and Aerospace Engineering. I could go on for hours about how lasers are for plebs! Projectile ftw.
Master in Particle Physics here.
Matter matters.
Huh? This is weird. Sult frowned, upon realizing that her accumulation of mana was much more irregular than usual. Puffing exasperatedly, it took a few moments to find out the cause, instead blaming it on the way Nero seemed to drag her along for her magical training. You're rather interesting, sir Indrau. She smirked inwardly, but was cut short when the grisly panorama was displayed before her eyes.
"It is like an slaughterhouse." She said, forgetting momentarily for a second any kind of demure and tact. "So awful." She said, as she felt two eyes staring into her. She didn't even need to turn to know who was the offender. She knew. Nero, her elder twin sister was scowling and frowning at her comment, but she was even more bothered by the massacre. Although she wisely chose to steel herself and not say anything.
Indrau's comment, however, prompted her to stop trying to gather mana, instead focusing on her surroundings and preserving energy. The fight had already stopped, and there she was, Fanilly amidst the whole chaos, lamenting the poor souls that had been victims. That was a kind thought, although Nero rolled her eyes. Kindness was a good trait, but you could do nothing else for the fallen than brace yourself and do the job.
Nero eyed Sult. Sult eyed Nero. Both exchanged a nod as they entered, their walk in measured steps, as they reached Fanilly quickly, incidentally gathering because of Tiral's beckoning.
Well, wasn't this an awful mess. Nero bit her lip as she eyed the elf, who was supposed to be on their side, interrogating a filthy rodent, out of all things. She made no effort to acknowledge Tyaethe's words, or the other's words, but by the way she actually gripped her waist with her free hand, she was visiblely annoyed.
"The witness confirms it, there were two groups and a scuffle." She droned, as she gave a gently pat to the rat, allowing her to skulk back in the darkness. Nero shook her head. Well, she had seen stranger stuff. She eyed Sult. She didn't need to ask, only let her gaze wander to her waist. Sult produced her waterskin, which she handed to her elder sister, as Nero nodded in acknowledgement.
"Well, this is a fine mess, already." The elder of the Sunfields knelt before Fanilly, offering the waterskin to the captain, her words a whisper. "First time seeing something like this, eh? Drink a bit and settle, captain. We need you whole if we want to honor these victims and do justice. We'll cover for you now, but you should watch and learn for next time." Nero said, as she stood on her feet, juggling her other waterskin in her hands. "Sult, please be a dear, and see to the corpses. Untie them." And see what you can find whilst doing so. I don't need to tell you to check the on the newest corpses for clues such as tattoos,scars and state of their teeth. A healer like you might be able to see something other knights can't.
Sult reeled slightly, before pondering on something, and without a word, she proceed to do the gruesome job. She had understood.
Which then she offered to the leader of the mercenaries. "The job looked easier when you agreed to do it, no, Alette the Shark?" Nero said, offering her best polite smile. "After all, you didn't want to be here to meet the Iron Roses, because it's potential trouble to whoever hired you." The elder of the Sunfield went with her friendly tirade, but she didn't stopped looking at Alette's facial expression and hands. Sometimes words weren't even needed to talk. "Which is why your lips are sealed about what or who are you supposed to find. Frankly speaking, I'd not want to be in your hide now."
"I'm Nero Sunfield, by the way. Pleased to meet you." She finally added, as she did a small curtsy. "Even if lady Gwathnetgh thinks otherwise."
That seemed to struck a nerve. "It's Gwathneth!" The elf hollered back.
"Sorry, my ability to pronounce elven names is crude..." Nero added. Now comes the tricky part... "Speaking of which, I'm sorry...but I must ask for your help, as I'm just a new knight."
"Hmph." Umbra snorted, as she eyed the human in contempt. "Well then, speak. What needs to be done?" She added, her glare piercing daggers at Nero.
"I was wonder if you could do that with birds, and send a message. To Candaeln." Nero Sunfield added, awkwardly scratching her head. "Also staying vigilant."
"..." The veteran elf knight did not say anything, but she incorporated herself as she, once again walked herself towards the exit. "You humans are hopeless." She said, and proceed to do as requested. Nero smiled inwardly. Looks like appealing to her ego would work. Her sight once again rested on her sister, who was now looking at Tiral's note.
"I was wondering sir Tiral..." Sult added, examining the two sets of fresh and older corpses. "If such an important object was in the middle of such a place... maybe we could attempt some scrying and see what it tells about it." She chirped, unfazed by the gruesome task.
Nero herself kept looking at Alette. "I suppose that if you were to tell us, it could mean some serious complications." The eldest of the twins said. "Like your employer's faction deeds being exposed to the light. Politics are such a hassle, aren't they." Nero sighed, as she slumped her shoulders.
Now let's see if she takes the bait. A political powerplay in the shadows is the best hypothesis we have at the moment. Trying to pry out answers with so little will be difficult. Nero added mentally.
"It is like an slaughterhouse." She said, forgetting momentarily for a second any kind of demure and tact. "So awful." She said, as she felt two eyes staring into her. She didn't even need to turn to know who was the offender. She knew. Nero, her elder twin sister was scowling and frowning at her comment, but she was even more bothered by the massacre. Although she wisely chose to steel herself and not say anything.
Indrau's comment, however, prompted her to stop trying to gather mana, instead focusing on her surroundings and preserving energy. The fight had already stopped, and there she was, Fanilly amidst the whole chaos, lamenting the poor souls that had been victims. That was a kind thought, although Nero rolled her eyes. Kindness was a good trait, but you could do nothing else for the fallen than brace yourself and do the job.
Nero eyed Sult. Sult eyed Nero. Both exchanged a nod as they entered, their walk in measured steps, as they reached Fanilly quickly, incidentally gathering because of Tiral's beckoning.
Well, wasn't this an awful mess. Nero bit her lip as she eyed the elf, who was supposed to be on their side, interrogating a filthy rodent, out of all things. She made no effort to acknowledge Tyaethe's words, or the other's words, but by the way she actually gripped her waist with her free hand, she was visiblely annoyed.
"The witness confirms it, there were two groups and a scuffle." She droned, as she gave a gently pat to the rat, allowing her to skulk back in the darkness. Nero shook her head. Well, she had seen stranger stuff. She eyed Sult. She didn't need to ask, only let her gaze wander to her waist. Sult produced her waterskin, which she handed to her elder sister, as Nero nodded in acknowledgement.
"Well, this is a fine mess, already." The elder of the Sunfields knelt before Fanilly, offering the waterskin to the captain, her words a whisper. "First time seeing something like this, eh? Drink a bit and settle, captain. We need you whole if we want to honor these victims and do justice. We'll cover for you now, but you should watch and learn for next time." Nero said, as she stood on her feet, juggling her other waterskin in her hands. "Sult, please be a dear, and see to the corpses. Untie them." And see what you can find whilst doing so. I don't need to tell you to check the on the newest corpses for clues such as tattoos,scars and state of their teeth. A healer like you might be able to see something other knights can't.
Sult reeled slightly, before pondering on something, and without a word, she proceed to do the gruesome job. She had understood.
Which then she offered to the leader of the mercenaries. "The job looked easier when you agreed to do it, no, Alette the Shark?" Nero said, offering her best polite smile. "After all, you didn't want to be here to meet the Iron Roses, because it's potential trouble to whoever hired you." The elder of the Sunfield went with her friendly tirade, but she didn't stopped looking at Alette's facial expression and hands. Sometimes words weren't even needed to talk. "Which is why your lips are sealed about what or who are you supposed to find. Frankly speaking, I'd not want to be in your hide now."
"I'm Nero Sunfield, by the way. Pleased to meet you." She finally added, as she did a small curtsy. "Even if lady Gwathnetgh thinks otherwise."
That seemed to struck a nerve. "It's Gwathneth!" The elf hollered back.
"Sorry, my ability to pronounce elven names is crude..." Nero added. Now comes the tricky part... "Speaking of which, I'm sorry...but I must ask for your help, as I'm just a new knight."
"Hmph." Umbra snorted, as she eyed the human in contempt. "Well then, speak. What needs to be done?" She added, her glare piercing daggers at Nero.
"I was wonder if you could do that with birds, and send a message. To Candaeln." Nero Sunfield added, awkwardly scratching her head. "Also staying vigilant."
"..." The veteran elf knight did not say anything, but she incorporated herself as she, once again walked herself towards the exit. "You humans are hopeless." She said, and proceed to do as requested. Nero smiled inwardly. Looks like appealing to her ego would work. Her sight once again rested on her sister, who was now looking at Tiral's note.
"I was wondering sir Tiral..." Sult added, examining the two sets of fresh and older corpses. "If such an important object was in the middle of such a place... maybe we could attempt some scrying and see what it tells about it." She chirped, unfazed by the gruesome task.
Nero herself kept looking at Alette. "I suppose that if you were to tell us, it could mean some serious complications." The eldest of the twins said. "Like your employer's faction deeds being exposed to the light. Politics are such a hassle, aren't they." Nero sighed, as she slumped her shoulders.
Now let's see if she takes the bait. A political powerplay in the shadows is the best hypothesis we have at the moment. Trying to pry out answers with so little will be difficult. Nero added mentally.
Sigma walked her way thoughtfully after Lorenzo's talk. The whole ordeal left her a bitter aftertaste. Yet, she had to lick her wounds and plunge forward. After exiting the allocated quarters, the young girl absent-mindledly headed towards the pilot' quarters. Temporary as they were, Sigma was soon lost in the maze of corridors.
"You seem lost, doll." An all-so familiar voice whispered at her back. Her own voice, but deepened by puberty. Only one person had that voice, and the implications were terrifying on their own.
"Irina..." Sigma flinched, the years of training and conditioning seizing her motor control as she went stiff like a plank. Her eyes darted from side to side, fixing her stare into her hellish trainer, as she advanced towards her.
"I've heard you've been awfully busy. Saving citizens. Killing Cruxi superweapons, even becoming some sort of heroic dolly." The woman sneered, her smile growing wild. "And yet you are here, moping around like some faildoll. Ain't that a shame." She clenched her fist, snapping her fingers in the process.
Here comes the punch. Sigma said, readying her face for the disciplinary hit to her face.
That never came to be, as the Ace simply did a light jab on Sigma's shoulder. "Stiff upper lip, kid. As some people say." Irina added. "That was no slouch what you did. Do you think that medal of yours comes in cereal boxes?" Irina sneered, as she began to walk away. "You know... you did well there. So don't think on what you could've done. Think on what you can do now." The older woman added as she began to walk away.
"Irina..." Sigma said, wide eyed still not believing those were Spanova's words.
"What? Even if you're a clone which i hate, and completely idiotic, you've killed a Cruxi superweapon. That is good. Keep up the good work. Of course... you probably could use a nudge or two." Spanova said. "So kid, listen. I've decided. I'm going to give you a MORS system and the Sword of Luna blueprints. I've sorted it out with the wrench monkeys."
"HUH!?" Sigma looked visiblely surprised, eyes wide.
"No buts. I won't allow a second-rate knockoff. If it must be, -it- has to be first rate." Irina sneered. "So, get ready to use those aswell."
"..." The fourteen year old hesitated, unable to know what to say. "Thank you..."
"Don't mention it." Irina snorted as she began her walk. "Give 'em hell, kiddo." She added. "You know, I never got why you like Moby Dick so much. Pinocchio is a much better story for you." The Ace hero laughed as she left. "I've gotta places to save, so catch you later!"
Sigma mused in her standing position about the events. Supposedly they were going to be briefed with veteran reinforcements in Solaire. She had kept out of the small talk for the time being, and she only snapped in a militar salute once the other pilots entered out of habit before anything else. The sight of a ... little girl being carted around made the young pilot do a double take. She stood there, incredously as she went before her spiel, her mind completely blown out by the revelation.
She is younger than me! Sigma thought with a forced expression. This changed so many things. Like, if they could recruit this young, why bother making homunculi like her? It was this questioning that made her actual military poise fail on all things and slump forward.
"With all due respect, sarge... How old are you?" She said, still not fully aware of the situation.
Daria couldn't keep still apparently. Even if she made an attempt to stay sharp during Elise's briefing, the bombshell blonde could not hold any longer. So, exploiting that Elise was asking for questions before the briefing (her serious business pout was so cute!!) she darted forward.
"Would you look at that! There's more girl pilots like you Elise! Of course they're not as cute as you, but you will have tons of friends to play with when you're not being the Sergeant!" She said, eyeing Serah, Mai and the white-haired Sigma, sparing a furtive glance to another newcomer.
But what followed, would essentially top her crass and bold behaviour. Apparently displaying a blatant disregard for personal space, manners and common sense, she reached for Zim's shaved head with one of her hands, rubbing it vigorously. "Hey look, he's bald! It's a sign of good luck to rub a bald head before the mission! Devors, come and rub this fella's head!" Daria jeered to her fellow companion as she kept a grip on Zim's.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, her interest was short lived, as she noticed the kind of absent stare of Ariin. She let loose of Zim, as she skipped a couple of steps, once again invading the personal space of another pilot as she leveled her face against him, both noses almost touching, and sporting a huge grin.
"Oh, but you're more interesting that good luck charms. Really interesting!" She said, her stare unwavering.
"You seem lost, doll." An all-so familiar voice whispered at her back. Her own voice, but deepened by puberty. Only one person had that voice, and the implications were terrifying on their own.
"Irina..." Sigma flinched, the years of training and conditioning seizing her motor control as she went stiff like a plank. Her eyes darted from side to side, fixing her stare into her hellish trainer, as she advanced towards her.
"I've heard you've been awfully busy. Saving citizens. Killing Cruxi superweapons, even becoming some sort of heroic dolly." The woman sneered, her smile growing wild. "And yet you are here, moping around like some faildoll. Ain't that a shame." She clenched her fist, snapping her fingers in the process.
Here comes the punch. Sigma said, readying her face for the disciplinary hit to her face.
That never came to be, as the Ace simply did a light jab on Sigma's shoulder. "Stiff upper lip, kid. As some people say." Irina added. "That was no slouch what you did. Do you think that medal of yours comes in cereal boxes?" Irina sneered, as she began to walk away. "You know... you did well there. So don't think on what you could've done. Think on what you can do now." The older woman added as she began to walk away.
"Irina..." Sigma said, wide eyed still not believing those were Spanova's words.
"What? Even if you're a clone which i hate, and completely idiotic, you've killed a Cruxi superweapon. That is good. Keep up the good work. Of course... you probably could use a nudge or two." Spanova said. "So kid, listen. I've decided. I'm going to give you a MORS system and the Sword of Luna blueprints. I've sorted it out with the wrench monkeys."
"HUH!?" Sigma looked visiblely surprised, eyes wide.
"No buts. I won't allow a second-rate knockoff. If it must be, -it- has to be first rate." Irina sneered. "So, get ready to use those aswell."
"..." The fourteen year old hesitated, unable to know what to say. "Thank you..."
"Don't mention it." Irina snorted as she began her walk. "Give 'em hell, kiddo." She added. "You know, I never got why you like Moby Dick so much. Pinocchio is a much better story for you." The Ace hero laughed as she left. "I've gotta places to save, so catch you later!"
Sigma mused in her standing position about the events. Supposedly they were going to be briefed with veteran reinforcements in Solaire. She had kept out of the small talk for the time being, and she only snapped in a militar salute once the other pilots entered out of habit before anything else. The sight of a ... little girl being carted around made the young pilot do a double take. She stood there, incredously as she went before her spiel, her mind completely blown out by the revelation.
She is younger than me! Sigma thought with a forced expression. This changed so many things. Like, if they could recruit this young, why bother making homunculi like her? It was this questioning that made her actual military poise fail on all things and slump forward.
"With all due respect, sarge... How old are you?" She said, still not fully aware of the situation.
Daria couldn't keep still apparently. Even if she made an attempt to stay sharp during Elise's briefing, the bombshell blonde could not hold any longer. So, exploiting that Elise was asking for questions before the briefing (her serious business pout was so cute!!) she darted forward.
"Would you look at that! There's more girl pilots like you Elise! Of course they're not as cute as you, but you will have tons of friends to play with when you're not being the Sergeant!" She said, eyeing Serah, Mai and the white-haired Sigma, sparing a furtive glance to another newcomer.
But what followed, would essentially top her crass and bold behaviour. Apparently displaying a blatant disregard for personal space, manners and common sense, she reached for Zim's shaved head with one of her hands, rubbing it vigorously. "Hey look, he's bald! It's a sign of good luck to rub a bald head before the mission! Devors, come and rub this fella's head!" Daria jeered to her fellow companion as she kept a grip on Zim's.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, her interest was short lived, as she noticed the kind of absent stare of Ariin. She let loose of Zim, as she skipped a couple of steps, once again invading the personal space of another pilot as she leveled her face against him, both noses almost touching, and sporting a huge grin.
"Oh, but you're more interesting that good luck charms. Really interesting!" She said, her stare unwavering.
Updated some stuff.
I'll need a new weapon for Siggy.
I'll need a new weapon for Siggy.
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