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2 yrs ago
Current We got a new Skynd release. Today is a good day.
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2 yrs ago
It's been a few years, but yeah... I'm thinking I'm back
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5 yrs ago
Really in the mood for some gothic steampunk right now.
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5 yrs ago
Alright guys, I'm back. Will be posting very soon.
5 yrs ago
Estimating about two weeks until I can get my laptop replaced and my posting will be back up to speed.

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Commander Nought


12:30 <Commander Nought> Team, return to the hangar for pickup. You're headed planetside. Swap to rubber bullets and prepare to disperse rioters.
12:32 <Commander Nought> Don't suppose these people will be getting a fair trial, Baines? We've been taking your word that you have evidence so far, yet everything we've seen since we got here has said otherwise.
@PrinceAlexus That's such a shame, I hope things get better for you soon.
There was nothing Charlotte could do. She was up against a superior fighter, and she had lost. It was like a game of chess, when you can see that you're in a losing position and all you can do is watch and delay the inevitable.

Her already weakened right leg collapsed from under her, and she fell. The wrenching pain that tore her right arm intensified - no doubt Kull could break it if he wanted. Meanwhile, her left arm was free and uninjured, and though she could interpose her weapon between Kull's and herself, she doubted the sustainability of that plan. But what else could she do? Not much, that was clear.

"I don't want your mercy. I'm not afraid of death. You said before that winning here only earns you another day of your life. What makes you think my home is any different? Here, the hammer and sword, there, the poison and lies. My death has been coming for a long time, but I refuse to hide from it, even if oblivion is the only other way out."

All she could do now was delay the inevitable. So, she delayed the inevitable.
Emily stepped forwards when Victoria waved to her. It was an unlikely gathering that had assembled, anyway. She'd hardly stick out.

Two cripples, one's sister, a boy who could've just crawled out of a dumpster and a girl called Jarod. Emily believed she knew the explanation for that one, but she decided not to mention it for the time being. Instead, she greeted the group, introducing herself.

"Hey. I'm Emily. Bit of a loose end, and not in a good way, but I think I just found the club for that." Emily said. That was an understatement. Three to one this would be the last time she'd speak to anyone here for a month. People tended not to like those who didn't like them, whether or not that person had any choice in the matter. Still, Emily had become a good actress. She probably had a shot with these people.
This might be a problem. Right arm twisted away, painfully - useless. Left arm free, but necessary for defending against that gladius - useless. Legs unable to reach any vulnerable targets, right leg in particular weakening - both useless.

And then Kull spat blood in her face. As he'd planned, she flinched. She didn't want blood on her mask, after all.

Charlotte's opponent was stronger than her, so freeing herself would not be easy. Her right arm's position was limiting her movement - unless she moved with it. She stepped in the direction he was twisting her arm, moving so that it was still trapped, but no longer painful, or in danger of breaking. It did, however, put Charlotte behind Kull, facing away from him. Hardly a suitable position to fight him from.

The best she could come up with from there was a sharp back kick with her left leg into the inside of Kull's right knee, in an attempt to unbalance him and possibly loosen his hold. Regardless, she quickly had to return her left leg to the ground, as she doubted that her right would be able to take her full weight for more than a few moments.
Emily woke up. She shivered in the cold - it was getting into autumn now, and it was more important to save the money than pay for heating. Maria had already left, about an hour ago. She had to work her ass off to provide for the two of them, so Emily rarely saw her in the mornings. She dressed, ate, and half an hour later she was headed to school.

Emily knew how the other students thought of her. They didn't say it out loud any more, but she could see it. Some hated her some were afraid, some just wanted nothing to do with her. Not that she cared. The fact that she didn't care was a result of why they thought that of her, so the fact that they thought it was irrelevant.

There was a dangerously pale, thin girl arriving at about the same time as her. Even someone as socially disconnected as Emily could recognise her, if only for her unique condition. Like Emily, Victoria Romus had been mistreated for things outside her control, though Emily expected that the other girl had been more affected by it. Maybe she saw a kindred spirit in Emily for that; Emily couldn't be sure, though she did know she didn't and couldn't reciprocate that regardless, though she had become quite good at falsifying emotions.

It was then that Emily saw Victoria run a diamond ring across the screen of one harasser's phone. Clever girl. She suspected she'd have done the same, had their positions been swapped. She smiled at Victoria, raising one eyebrow in appreciation. It wasn't real, but it looked the part.

Apparently Emily hadn't been the only one to notice Victoria's ring. One boy, who had apparently come from an even worse background than herself, had approached Victoria and began to speak to her. Perhaps it was unfair to assume the boy's intentions, but, again, had she been in such a bad situation it would have been the first thing on her mind. Still, there was a good chance that something would happen, so Emily stepped to one side and leant against a wall about fifteen feet away, watching the pair as their conversation began.
Commander Nought


11:04 <Commander Nought> No, it won't be an issue, but what I said before still stands. Anyway, if you want me to get the files from that terminal, would you care to tell me where it is?
11:05 <Commander Nought> Light Regiment, First Company, you have orders to locate the AOS control terminal. Download all files stored there, and send them to Director Baines.
So Kull wanted to cut off Charlotte's arm? It was a fair plan, but a doomed one.

First of all, Kull's comparison of Charlotte's attack to a jab was logical, except in one manner; while it would take momentum to deal damage with a punch, it would not take momentum to inflict the pain desired by putting force on the wound. Therefore it was a simple matter for Charlotte to simply slide her thumb down into Kull's forehead and into his eye. In fact, she probably could have adjusted course mid attack, but it was too late for that now.

The sword. The sword was still a problem. But, again, there was one mistake in his logic. High school physics: when pushing a lever, the further away from the fulcrum you are pushing, the less force is necessary to move the lever that far. The lever being the gladius, and the fulcrum being Kull's hand, this would mean that his additional force from momentum could be rendered irrelevant if Charlotte could meet his blade at the middle with the handle end of her blade, and, considering that the wide blade of the cinquedea was meant for parrying anyway, she could feasibly stop the gladius in its tracks. So, that was what she did.
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