CronicCrystalis
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
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"Duly noted. But just make sure you've okayed that with the captain and the rest of the crew first, alright?" Cronic said, a small smirk visible on the side of his face.
"Military regulations and all that. A problem I don't have, but still..." Cronic said, before scratching his chin in thought.
"Since I don't do things military, if I tried to pull what Maddox did, my crew would disagree with me and they would not be afraid to let me know it. As for the Extended Maddox pretty much left to die, I doubt he'll be so willing to work for Maddox again. Hell, the only reason he probably stuck by Maddox in the first place was because of the maintenance beds."
"Were it so easy. Cronic spent a lot of time trying to chart where the ship went. He's narrowed it down to three possible locations, but right now we just don't have the time to spare a search party. Not to mention a lot of our guys are busy helping cart resources to various ships in the fleet. Be it materials for upgrades or consumables like food and water." Mark said, folding his arms.
"If he had any pair of balls remaining, Maddox would come back to face the consequences of what he's done. While the task force may have intimidated the ETs for now, once they're done licking their wounds, they'll be back in force. I'm worried the new units won't be ready for deployment by then. A wounded beast is an angry one, afterall."
"Military regulations and all that. A problem I don't have, but still..." Cronic said, before scratching his chin in thought.
"Since I don't do things military, if I tried to pull what Maddox did, my crew would disagree with me and they would not be afraid to let me know it. As for the Extended Maddox pretty much left to die, I doubt he'll be so willing to work for Maddox again. Hell, the only reason he probably stuck by Maddox in the first place was because of the maintenance beds."
"Were it so easy. Cronic spent a lot of time trying to chart where the ship went. He's narrowed it down to three possible locations, but right now we just don't have the time to spare a search party. Not to mention a lot of our guys are busy helping cart resources to various ships in the fleet. Be it materials for upgrades or consumables like food and water." Mark said, folding his arms.
"If he had any pair of balls remaining, Maddox would come back to face the consequences of what he's done. While the task force may have intimidated the ETs for now, once they're done licking their wounds, they'll be back in force. I'm worried the new units won't be ready for deployment by then. A wounded beast is an angry one, afterall."
"He's in a room adjacent to this one. Though at the moment he's in a limited version of the maintenance beds used to keep Extended in top form. Courtesy of Maddox running off with his tail between his legs, leaving him to rot. The Junk Guild and the CSC pretty much had to pull that thing together in a hurry, and even then it's not what he's accustomed to. Calthorn's used to enduring the pain, but by the time we'd finished the thing, the poor bastard was barely able to walk. It's unlikely he'll be back on his feet in a hurry." Mark said, folding his arms.
"At the bare minimum, we'd need a copy of the schematics of the original machine to be able to create a perfect replica. Something we don't have."
"We'll see to it that we get transport to the ship as soon as we can. Lucia, try not to bear hug her. Remember she's likely to still be recovering from her injuries." Zerenis said, a smile visible on his face.
"Thanks Cronic. That's the best news I've heard all day."
"At the bare minimum, we'd need a copy of the schematics of the original machine to be able to create a perfect replica. Something we don't have."
"We'll see to it that we get transport to the ship as soon as we can. Lucia, try not to bear hug her. Remember she's likely to still be recovering from her injuries." Zerenis said, a smile visible on his face.
"Thanks Cronic. That's the best news I've heard all day."
As if on cue, the large sword that Calthorn typically lugged around appeared out of nowhere, and went to collide with the sabertooth using the flat side if the blade. The amount of force it was being swung with would be enough to knock the beast flying if it hit. The sword itself was also covered in mist flames, giving it a more ethereal like appearance.
"Reinforcements have arrived, ladies and gentleman." Calthorn said, as he faded into view from his feet upwards, his right hand gripping the sword's handle. Once he'd fully materialized, he turned to look at Amalea, and by extension, her adversary.
"Now then, let's make this a little more favourable, shall we?"
"Reinforcements have arrived, ladies and gentleman." Calthorn said, as he faded into view from his feet upwards, his right hand gripping the sword's handle. Once he'd fully materialized, he turned to look at Amalea, and by extension, her adversary.
"Now then, let's make this a little more favourable, shall we?"
Just cause he's a sun user Jake, doesn't mean I intended to make him part of the Diavolo.
Name: Izaroth Aestorm
Aliases: Sun Automaton
Age: Ageless due to the fact he's an android, but he's approximately 3 in terms of years alive.
Gender: Male
Nationality: English
Flames: Sun, Lightning
Note: Cannot use sun flames to heal himself since he's an artificial life form, but can either flame to augment his movement speed or shield himself respectively.
Appearance:
Faction: Unaffiliated (Initially, whose side he ends up on, I'll let the RP events decide that.)
Weapons: None initially save for his Box Weapon, but gains a sword able to be used as a conduit for his lightning/sun flames later on.
Nanomachine repair system
"I need rest sometimes too."
This system bypasses Izaroth's inability to heal using Sun Flames, but he has to put himself into a sort of sleep/standby mode before it activatess. The greater the extent of the damage, the longer the downtime.
Box Weapons/Animals:
Magnum Gauntlets/Greaves
"Let's see how you withstand a Sun and Lightning infused punch."
Crimson armoured forearm and lower leg armour that acts as a conduit for Izaroth's sun and lightning flames, allowing him to move faster and strike harder.
Equipment/Items: Sun class ring.
Backstory/Personality:
The only successful android produced by a scientist determined to transplant self-sustaining dying will flames into an artificial life form with the ability to think and feel for itself, Izaroth was the first and only success he had before he passed away due to old age. Thrown into a world that wasn't quite ready for him, Izaroth tried to pass off as a human initially, but on several instances he was found out, and the humans who discovered the secret tried to kill him or make him do their bidding in some way. Due to this, he's naturally distrustful of humans as a result, and tries to keep himself anonymous as a result.
Name: Izaroth Aestorm
Aliases: Sun Automaton
Age: Ageless due to the fact he's an android, but he's approximately 3 in terms of years alive.
Gender: Male
Nationality: English
Flames: Sun, Lightning
Note: Cannot use sun flames to heal himself since he's an artificial life form, but can either flame to augment his movement speed or shield himself respectively.
Appearance:
Faction: Unaffiliated (Initially, whose side he ends up on, I'll let the RP events decide that.)
Weapons: None initially save for his Box Weapon, but gains a sword able to be used as a conduit for his lightning/sun flames later on.
Nanomachine repair system
"I need rest sometimes too."
This system bypasses Izaroth's inability to heal using Sun Flames, but he has to put himself into a sort of sleep/standby mode before it activatess. The greater the extent of the damage, the longer the downtime.
Box Weapons/Animals:
Magnum Gauntlets/Greaves
"Let's see how you withstand a Sun and Lightning infused punch."
Crimson armoured forearm and lower leg armour that acts as a conduit for Izaroth's sun and lightning flames, allowing him to move faster and strike harder.
Equipment/Items: Sun class ring.
Backstory/Personality:
The only successful android produced by a scientist determined to transplant self-sustaining dying will flames into an artificial life form with the ability to think and feel for itself, Izaroth was the first and only success he had before he passed away due to old age. Thrown into a world that wasn't quite ready for him, Izaroth tried to pass off as a human initially, but on several instances he was found out, and the humans who discovered the secret tried to kill him or make him do their bidding in some way. Due to this, he's naturally distrustful of humans as a result, and tries to keep himself anonymous as a result.
"The shrine, huh? Better move it." Calthorn said, putting the phone away.
"It wasn't Reborn answering, but at least he was kind enough to leave something else I need to do." Calthorn said, as he reached for the sword on his back gripping the handle with his right hand, as he then began to run towards the shrine, igniting his mist flame to turn himself invisible once more.
"Cross my path at your own peril."
"It wasn't Reborn answering, but at least he was kind enough to leave something else I need to do." Calthorn said, as he reached for the sword on his back gripping the handle with his right hand, as he then began to run towards the shrine, igniting his mist flame to turn himself invisible once more.
"Cross my path at your own peril."
If not, I believe a kick to the nuts is in order.That or take away his ability to play games. One of the two.
"No use hiding now." Calthorn said, his invisibility fading once more as he took a phone from his pocket.
"Let's recap. Firey haired man, Storm flames. Shot Sora. Sora turned them to Sky flames, then vanished without a trace... Should've studied up on the other Mafia families..." Calthorn said to himself as he walked back onto the street.
"Let's hope Reborn didn't give me a dud number." Calthorn said, as he dialled in a number and prayed to god he answered.
"Let's recap. Firey haired man, Storm flames. Shot Sora. Sora turned them to Sky flames, then vanished without a trace... Should've studied up on the other Mafia families..." Calthorn said to himself as he walked back onto the street.
"Let's hope Reborn didn't give me a dud number." Calthorn said, as he dialled in a number and prayed to god he answered.
"That voice came from nowhere. Likelihood of a potentially hostile Mist User; High." Calthorn said, as he continued onwards to where Sora was, looking to eavesdrop on any conversations taking place, if he's not alone.
"I'm simply here to check up on him. Whether or not I'll have to take action depends on what happens next." Calthorn said, using his mist flames to render himself invisible once again, as he remained where he was.
"I'm simply here to check up on him. Whether or not I'll have to take action depends on what happens next." Calthorn said, using his mist flames to render himself invisible once again, as he remained where he was.
Needless to say, Cronic had the foresight to hold the phone away from his ear after he'd finished his sentence, while a bewildered Zerenis was generally confused and alarmed, until he heard why Lucia was so excited.
"Izumi's pulled through? I know she's a fighter, but damn. Those were grim odds. I'll have to be a little more respectful of her from here on out." Zerenis said over the phone, before breathing a sigh of relief.
"I don't know the details. But the Junk Guild boys when they went Reverse Engineering on the Mobile Doll we captured must've found something of value to contribute to it. Frankly, I was just trying to make sure said mobile doll didn't try to tear the ship apart from the inside out, so I didn't have time to gather the specifics. From what I gathered, the "Psychoframe" tech lets the pilot's mind directly interface with the unit. I couldn't tell you much more than that, other than that certain... traits, are needed for it to work. Traits you have." Mark said, scratching the side of his head in the earlier part of the description.
"Izumi's pulled through? I know she's a fighter, but damn. Those were grim odds. I'll have to be a little more respectful of her from here on out." Zerenis said over the phone, before breathing a sigh of relief.
"I don't know the details. But the Junk Guild boys when they went Reverse Engineering on the Mobile Doll we captured must've found something of value to contribute to it. Frankly, I was just trying to make sure said mobile doll didn't try to tear the ship apart from the inside out, so I didn't have time to gather the specifics. From what I gathered, the "Psychoframe" tech lets the pilot's mind directly interface with the unit. I couldn't tell you much more than that, other than that certain... traits, are needed for it to work. Traits you have." Mark said, scratching the side of his head in the earlier part of the description.
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