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My post will be up either late tonight or early tomorrow @Lugubrious, but I still live.
Aaand writer's block has hit me like a truck T_T. I've rewritten this post like eight times and I still don't like it.

As for your query boss, I think it likely ends with one of our characters living to tell the tale and the rest of us dying.
Aight ya'll, post up tomorrow, prepare for the awesome tale of Aura being awesome and definitely not completely terrified.
@CollectorOfMyst

Ah, I concur.





Music came out over a pair of headphones seated on the head of a young man who walked the streets, occasionally stopping next to businesses and sifting through bins and withdrawing small mechanical parts, placing them in a backpack on his back. Daniel whistled in time with his music as he rummaged through the garbage bin of a convenience store, his gloved hands pulling out a busted smartphone. With a grin, Danny muttered "Score! Bet the parts on this little puppy still work, probably can salvage the processor." Triumphantly slipping the busted phone into one of the pockets on his bag, Danny closed the bin and discarded the latex gloves, grabbing another pair from the box, duct-taped to the side of his backpack, and preemptively slipping them on as he moved along with a spring to his step.

He had been scavenging for the last hour, turning up all kinds of usable parts, though a loud yawn reminded him that he had, yet again, allowed enthusiasm to take him away from sleep. Though, early in the morning was the only way to stop the police from riding him, so it was best to do this to avoid the conflict (though the cynical side of him reminded him it was likely best to simply stop dumpster diving for parts when he had more than enough disposable income to buy them). Of course, that wasn't the same to him as heading out and rescuing orphaned parts and bits of tech, and that was why he still headed out early in the morning so often, giving bits of tech that would've otherwise wound up in a garbage burner a chance to do something again. It was a silly notion, Daniel wasn't blind to that, yet it felt right to him. So, that was why, to the sound of Skillet, he had scavenged for the last hour and was resolved to keep doing so. However, he was nearing the edges of town, and the office building there.

This structure was an odd one, especially on Tuesdays. He was pretty sure its inhabitants were unaware of his occasional visits (and raids of their dumpster), but at the same time he was relatively unaware of its inhabitants as well. That wasn't unusual for the structures he visited, after all most of the stores that threw out good stuff (He stopped visiting places that consistently had nothing for him) were places he didn't care to actually visit in earnest. This place was different though, somehow, and that was ignoring the fact that somehow the ground seemed to quake around here at times. Yet, despite that weirdness (And the fact that it seemed like people lived here, based on the kind of stuff he dug up, not to mention the consistent lack of any actual office equipment). Usually, even this weirdness didn't hold up for more than a moment, but for some reason, today in particular, it got to him. He felt like he needed answers, or at least to get a feel for the actual inhabitants of the structure.

For this reason, he sat on the other side of the road and decided to just wait around for awhile. It wasn't like he had anything else to do today, he didn't have to come in until the damn procurement department got off their asses and got the next batch of raw parts in. So, seated across from the door, he removed the toolbox from his backpack, a red metal box older than he was, and spread out a small tarp in front of him, on which went some of his older parts (not the new acquisitions, he'd need to clean them up and tinker with them in his workshop). Looking at them, in his mind's eye he could already see the parts coming together. A screwdriver was produced, and soon the bits of a cellphone (some kind of Samsung something or other, Danny wasn't quite sure which kind) were being spliced together with parts from a few old AN-PRC JEM radios (A gift from his Dad's massive stockpile of old Marine Corps gear). His hope was to combine them together to form a long range COM setup (likely a satellite radio of a sort), though as ever he was unsure if he had the technical acumen to engineer it. Yet, for some reason, he felt oddly hopeful concerning the outcome of this little experiment, and so Daniel quickly lost sight of his original goal (keeping an eye on the building) and became engrossed in the act of creation.
Present and accounted for boss, just trying to take real care with this post. It feels like a character establishing moment for Aura so I want quite badly to not fuck it up.
OK, here is V 1.0 0f Danny. I'm unsure if his Sacred Gear is a little too stronk, if so let me know and I'm glad to nerf it, but other than that here he is in all his (slightly pyromaniacal) glory.

I'll have my CS finished today, just thinking of a good Sacred Gear.
@1Charak2

Eyy boss, query, what's your minimum power level here? Obviously angels ain't gonna rez some random street thug, but I'm not sure if I need to add a scared gear or something to make a blatantly support character viable.

EDIT: Well, here's the WIP version of my CS

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