Crimmy — Roleplayer Guild

三！

二！

一！

“Hey hey everyone, it’s the ICE CreAM Channel~!”

The television crackles to life, flickering with static for a mere second before a large, grinning face fills up every inch of the monitor. Three black lines streak across both cheeks, and as the screen pulls back you realise that they’re supposed to be whiskers. Whiskers drawn onto a pale face in a facsimile of the animal the owner is a facsimile of:

A bunny. 

The ginger-haired girl is clad in a bunny costume, her expression too far at ease for somebody whose ridiculous dress has been beamed onto CRT monitors across the globe. She looks too comfortable in the fat, white outfit, her entire body covered by fluffy cotton and polyester. Even the two long ears dangling above her head don’t seem bother her.

And in her costumed hands --

“Everyone, today we’re going to learn about the secrets of the Mohotron!”

She holds the long barrel aloft to punctuate her declaration, and a ring of rainbow-coloured sparkles, cheaply applied via green screen, burst to life around the steel-plated weapon.

“That’s not its name!”

The frustrated, crackled words of somebody standing behind the camera can be heard, but the costumed colleen ignores them. She continues to talk, the attempted interruption doing nothing to hinder the broadcast.

“But Miss Blossom isn’t here today, so who could possibly teach us?”

She pouts, and rests her chin on the (non-firing) end of the barrel in thought, the weapon now pressing down against the cold white floor. A few second pass.

“So who could possibly teach us?” she repeats in the same sweet tone.

The camera jerks slightly, crackling static obscuring her for a moment as a fuzzy shape shambles in as quickly as possible from somewhere to the right.

And when the screen clears, there is a second figure standing by the redhead’s side.

A blonde wearing a globe costume, face contorted into a forced, half-hearted smile. She clearly wanted to be anywhere else but in front of the camera.

“W-Wikiped, The Free Encyclopaedia, can!” she answers with an unenthusiastic, almost robotic shout. “It’s the largest and most popular general reference work on the Internet!”

A line flashes to life at the bottom of the screen, stating “this broadcast was funded by the Wikimed Foundation” before disappearing as if it was never there.

“I want to retch.”

The blonde’s expression echoes the hollow, despairing declaration of the hidden voice, but she cannot escape the wretched insult to the fine arts. Not when her exclamation was the trigger for her redheaded colleague to continue with their “show”.

“Oh, Wikiped!” says the girl in the bunny outfit, clapping her gloved hands together. “Can you tell everyone what makes the Mohotron tick?!”

The response is one tinged with barely-hidden resignation.

“Positronium annihilation,” replies the unfortunate blonde. “The Mohotron contains positronium, which upon decay will release the gamma rays that are being fired.”

“But Wikiped, isn’t positronium super unstable? And won’t all the rays go everywhere when it goes ‘kaboom’? How does the Mohotron work then? What specific concepts in quantum electrodynamics are involved?”

“Where the $%^& does a rabbit learn QED?”

A bleeping sound accompanies the interjection and breaking of character. Her companion doesn’t budge an inch in response, instead moving to push the conversation along so that the kids watching would forget what just transpired.

“I eat lots of carrots,” are the sage words of the redhead, her face beaming as she takes control of the situation with the practiced ease of an actor. “So Wikiped, what keeps the positronium not going kaboom? Is it Dust?”

“Uh … yeah. Dust. We’ve got Lightning Dust keeping the positrons and electrons from colliding thanks to the electrostatic field. And the gamma radiation is focused through a collimator …”

“What’s that, Wikiped?”

“Lenses. They narrow the gamma rays into a straight beam.”

“And that’s what allows us to shoot, right?”

The blonde nods. She still doesn’t look happy, and her cheeks are reddening from the embarrassment, but she seems to have given up on trying to escape her fate of giving the explanations. 

“Great!” exclaims the bunny cheerfully. “Let’s go over to the range and give everyone a show of what the Mohotron can do with these positroniums!”

The feed cuts out into static, but even so, the sound of people talking is still audible.

”I wanna die.”

“I wanted to too just from watching. How the hell did you two say that with a straight face?”

“Don’t look at me! Look at Magâunô and that fucking … performance!”

“I minored in theatre!”

“That doesn’t say jack about the disgusting sweetness!”

“Well, if we want buyers we’ll need to friendly up the Mohotro-”

“It’s not called the Mohotron!”

“Don’t be silly, chief. Nobody’s going to buy a word salad gun like the <<Mohorovičić’s Device for the Emission of Gamma Rays as a Result of Positronium Decay>>.”

“Ugh, gotta agree with Magâunô there.”

“... Fine. But none of you are naming the next weapon.”

“Only if it isn’t stupidly long~. Ooh, and we’re here!”

The screen fizzles back to life. The two costumed colleens stand on top of a wall. A clearing bordering a forest sprawls out behind them. Even with the bad quality of the CRT, there appear to be black splotches moving around below - Grimm.

“Ooh, there’s a lot of Grimm today!” observes the bunny in her casual, peppy cheer. “Can the Mohotron hit them all at once?”

Another silence wafts between them, before the blonde remembers that it’s her turn to talk.

“Only if they’re in a line,” she explains. “The beam can’t curve.”

“That’s a shame,” says her companion with a shake of her head, the bunny ears bouncing with her every motion. “But, let’s give everyone a show of what happens to one when it gets hit!”

The barrel is hefted upwards, a cartridge slotting into an empty indentation on the weapon. Even with her bunny paw gloves, the redhead looks like she isn’t facing any difficulty as she aims the end of the so-called Mohotron at an unsuspecting Beowulf.

Then she fires.

The Beowulf implodes in a beautiful cloud of blood and black ichor.

“Wow, it works really well!”

“Of course it - hey don’t point it this way!”

The end of the barrel is quickly jerked away from the blonde globe, who sighs in relief.

“So why couldn’t we see anything?” asks redheaded bunny as she places the barrel down against the wall, keeping it away from any human flesh. “I thought there would be a big beam that’d go whoosh!”

“Gamma rays are invisible.”

“Ooh, so the Grimm will never see it coming?”

“Yeah, gamma rays have wavelengths shorter than what human - and Grimm - eyes can see. Even Faunus can’t see anything there.”

“The perfect, invisible killer~!”

The redheaded girl smiles, before spinning around to the face the screen.

“Well, hope everyone enjoyed this episode of the ICE CreAM Channel~! See you again same time next week!”

And the television is once more grey static.

Name: “Mohotron” (Mohorovičić’s Device for the Emission of Gamma Rays as a Result of Positronium Decay)

Appearance of Weapon: Due to being more a proof of concept than a full-fledged weapon, the “Mohotron” lacks the features or bells and whistles expected of most Huntsmen’s equipment, and its frame has been built entirely for one purpose: to facilitate the weapon’s firing. Thus, it takes on the appearance of what could be best described as a long cannon barrel, plated with a stark-white metal, with a slot for ammunition cartridges (each only containing one “shot”) halfway up the barrel, and a rudimentary handle and “trigger” slightly behind it. There is no real form or elegance to the “Mohotron”, merely a long rod of metal and hidden components that requires a Huntsman to wield with both hands (in order to point the firing end straight at an enemy).

Type of Weapon: Gun

Description: The function of the “Mohotron” hinges upon a remarkably simple concept: positronium is an unstable system that, upon the annihilation of its component electron and positron on contact with one another, produces gamma rays. With this in mind, the purpose of the weapon is essentially to the harness the energy (given by the mass-energy equivalence from the initial positronium mass due to the efficiency of the particle-antiparticle interaction) of the annihilation by emitting the rays as high-powered jets in the direction of what the barrel is being pointed at.

To facilitate this, the innards of the barrel are lined with miniscule Dust crystals, set into the very metal of the weapon in a highly precise manner so that the positronium can be properly utilised. Lightning-types have created a constant electrostatic field within the barrel as to maintain the stability of the positronium particles loaded in, and when the weapon is triggered, will cut off the field, allowing for annihilation to occur. Gravity Dust has been utilised, alongside trace amounts of Air-types, to remove any other particles from within the barrel (and in the case of the former, also to compensate for relativistic effects), giving the gamma rays produced a clear path towards the collimator that makes up the rest of the weapon, which focuses the gamma rays into as perfect a jet as possible before they leave the barrel.

While the gamma rays will eventually diffract and disperse over a decent distance while in atmosphere, the high-powered emission will be incredibly deadly to most foes within range (usually up to a kilometre), as the energy produced will be akin to that produced by an explosion of sixty tons of TNT for around a “shot” containing 5g of positronium.

Work is still being conducted on dealing with the “afterglow” streams of electromagnetic radiation of lower wavelengths. As a result, it is not a particularly useful weapon.

Name: Hauteclaire - Blade Tempered by Logos

Type of Weapon: Longsword

Appearance of Weapon: At first glance, Hauteclaire is little more than a double-edged longsword of burnished steel, with its only defining feature the golden hilt, in which is embedded a crystal of orange Dust, the trigger hidden underneath the pommel, and the slot for small Dust cartridges can be found at the bottom of the weapon.

However, when the trigger is pressed, the blade immediately splits apart, each edge of steel opening up ninety degrees to run parallel to the hilt, leaving a single, emitter rod remaining where the blade once was. It is from this that a crystalline blade of orange emerges, becoming an immense sword that can vary in size.

Description of Weapon: The crystal that becomes Hauteclaire’s blade upon activation of the Dust is exceedingly sharp, capable of cutting through almost any foe with little ease. Even if the edges chip and shatter off, the crystal will constantly regenerate, allowing the sword to recover its form in seconds. It need not remain in a single form as well, with the blade capable of changing size depending on the aura fed into the Dust activation crystal, as well as emitting crystal projectiles at enemies. Elemental Dust can also be infused into the lattice, amplifying its strikes.

Gratia Mindaro - Survival Class

"So you're in charge," said Gratia, her tone flat and clinical as she observed Estelle's movements.

The Mistralese girl had already settled into a desk near the front of the classroom, cloth satchel resting on the floor beside her. She quietly gnawed away at the choc-chip vanilla cupcake with strawberry icing that her unexpected newest teacher had provided them, tongue relishing in the sweetness of the confectionery. Having the elder Nuit in charge of Survival was a real fucking surprise, especially when she had only been a senior student a mere two weeks prior, but in hindsight, she should have expected the family of birdbrains to pull something unexplainable out of their arse. It probably ran in the blood. Fortunately, cooking skills didn't, because unlike the diarrhoea-inducing dogshit that Bianca's creations usually ended up as, the cupcake she was finishing off wasn't a) a plague-ridden crime against taste; and b) actually capable of passing a health inspection.

She was less sure of Estelle Nuit's teaching ability, but maybe she would be proven wrong. Gratia Mindaro wanted to do something of fucking substance this period, and if her former teammate's elder sister could provide that substance, than she could move on from the bullshit that was the monotony of Armoury. Even if she had been given more than sufficient time to complete her prototype headgear, the rest of the session had been as dry as an old hag's vagina. Nothing had fucking happened.

Gratia pushed the thoughts of Armoury to the back of her mind, leaning back comfortably against her chair. Her onyx gaze drifted around the room, resting for a mere moment on the cupcake sitting upon her neighbour's desk before they returned to their original goal: taking note of everyone else in the room. There were numerous students that she recognised, while some were still unknown to her. The teenage girl would take their measure later.

For now, they were of no import.

Crimmy Member

Oi brat, what're ye using that noggin for?

Status

Recent Statuses

Bio

Most Recent Posts