Dezuel

Golden Age

@Omega Man Thank you for the reply, I will withdraw my character submission then. Have fun roleplaying anyhow.

Golden Age

@Bounce Much appreciated!

Golden Age

Melior

Archetype(s) - Magneto, Apocalypse, Maxwell Lord
Name - Talion Meliora
Alias - Melior (by Himself), Overclock (By G.A.I.A),
Age - 17
Powers/Skills/Equipment -

- Continous bio-amelioration (Rapidly evolving): Talion is constantly evolving his body, but he is far away from having the ability to punch through walls, throwing cars, flight or shooting lightning effortlessly. He currently is on par to normal humans when it comes to strength, his actual speed is abit faster when he discharges his bio-electricity but otherwise isn't anything awe-inspiring. His durability and metabolism however is above that of the common human, having withstood the various experiments done on him in the facility have left his body tougher. That said he cannot tank shots by guns or rifles like the peak superhumans currently existing. His mind also took enought punishment that has allowed his bio-electrical telepathic abilities to manifest at a slightly higher initial level than his physical strength. All things considered, a long way to go until he becomes a potent protector… or destroyer.

- Adaptive Bio-Electrical telepath (ability to telepathically relay messages to others and create electrical shocks through his hands and eyes, he has a highly advanced nervous system, his brain generates massively amplified bio-electric currents. he shapes his internal bio-electricity into electromagnetic frequencies , mimicking the wavelength of human thought. He can project these frequencies outwards like a radio station. Due to his brain constantly generating a powerful high-frequency bio-electrical aura, it creates a natural static jammer around his mind. If another psychic or telepath would try to read his thoughts or try to affect his mind they wouldn't be able to get through.

So by this he is also unable to receive telepathic messages himself from allies. Currently he is only able to send his own telepathic messages a short distance to one person if he focuses hard, this can be made easier if someone is in physical contact with him. He also refuses to read other peoples minds, it is unknown if he is even able to. But Talion outright refuses to violate another superhumans right to be masters of their own mind. His body creates enough bio-electricity that sometimes he has to go and discharge it, typically he does this all in a spike of speed. As it currently stands, he can emit shocks through his hands up close, he may be able to do an electrical bolt but it currently takes a lot of focus and effort and he cannot do it quickly enough to make use of it in the heat of battle.)

Weaknesses -

- Lightning rods and rubber: A lightning rod or having a suit of rubber or being made of rubber will make his electrical damage ineffective.
- Sound (High pitch noises are troublesome for his evolving senses.)
- Electricity PTSD (Suffering a powerful electrical shock from a source not of his own can trigger some painful memories aswell, enraging him possibly)
- Nightmares (Suffers from nightly flashbacks of his time in captivity, may trigger bio-electrical discharges)
- Struggles to kill other superhumans (sees them as his people)
- Barely more than human (Initially. Grows rapidly. The more exposure to physical and mental strain, the more likelihood of some breakthrough. (Training also helps.)
- Does not wear a mask, he outright refuses to hide who he is. He disapproves strongly of when others wear masks. Considering it cowardly.

Personality - Steadfast, Shrewd, Theatrical, Ambitious and Vindictive.
Experience - First day at work. Uninvited.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio -

Subject 4L9H4-01 was caught in 1936 and held for nearly one year in an undisclosed sanatorium in Alaska, outwardly a treatment facility for people with tuberculosis, but this was just a front. For underneath it were a facility meant to create weapons to deal with superhuman threats. Such as the potential of a national hero going rogue, this mysterious group, only known as G.A.I.A used whichever means necessary to reach their intended results. Sponsored by men of wealth and influence, who saw the rise of unregulated superhumans as a threat to their lives.

One of their main supporters is the anti-superhuman senator, Maximilian McGreed. But the man would deny any such allegations.

As for test subject 4L9H4-01 also referred by the name "Overclock". He was put through early electro-shock therapy to force out his bio-electric powers to manifest. Very little is known about his origins, but he had no identification papers on his person to discern his nationality.

After nearly one year of being a test subject, the lead scientist slipped up and ignored protocols and that lead to the test subject, which now goes by the name of Talion to escape, holding the scientist as a hostage and forcing him to open every door of the facility until he was free. He did not hurt any of the personell upon leaving, save for stunning the lead scientist with a shock from his hands.

Talion is hellbent on not being captured again, motivated to grow stronger, fueled by his utter despise by what those humans did to him and a desire to bring justice to the world which has wronged him. They may have awakened his powers, but they were his powers not theirs. He swore on his first day of freedom, that he would never allow a human to take his life away from him again. He has been on the run for approximately a year, he has been following the news about other superhumans, feeling a sense of belonging with others of his kind, despite the attempts of G.A.I.A to make him a weapon against those very people.

While he had no desire to defend humankind, the US president's call to superhumans had given him an ample opportunity to join with his own kind. And perhaps by being with them, keep G.A.I.A at bay until their day of reckoning arrive.

Potential Storylines -

- Last days of G.A.I.A: G.A.I.A agents are constantly out trying to re-capture him and continue with their plans in creating a weapon that could be used to fight other superhumans. Talion on the other hand wishes to outright destroy this group for what they have put him through.
- To be the strongest, you must fight the strongest: Talion is drawn to test himself against other superhumans and grow stronger from the experience.
- Sway the superhuman nazis: Talion feels a strong desire to save his lost brothers and sisters over the world, who may have gotten astray because of humans.
- The human nature issue: The constant horrors of wars created by humankind is gradually catching up with Talion, further creating rifts between himself and humankind and those who chose to align themselves with them before their own kin.
- Birth of Polaris: Talion dreams of creating a world of superhumans, free of any humans. Messiah complex.

Additional Notes -

- Went to school before his relocation to the test facility. Enjoyed the library.

Sorry for the wait fellows, here's my sheet.

Golden Age

Almost done with the sheet, have to postpone til tomorrow as it's getting late, what a bummer. But hopefully you like what I will bring to the table. Bringing a young one.

Golden Age

I would like to show my interest for this one, have watched this one for a few days. Will see about providing a sheet tomorrow.

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Griff

Griff had stood up the moment that Ava had rejected his offer to be her onboard taxi. She wanted to freshen up.  Griff felt how an idea began to form in his head, he should go and freshen up too. He couldn't show up to the party in a sweaty pilot outfit.

He had given Ava a salute and nodded his head to her request as he went to the showers. He did pick the right one this time. Right?

The blond man returned to his room after showering, clad in a fully black bodysuit, then having put his pilot suit into the washing machine, he went to the wardrobe and pulled out his second pilot outfit which was identical to the first one.

Griff gave a broad grin. He was a man prepared for anything. He took it on and hooked his pilot helmet to his belt harness.

If he was a sneaky alien, thwn what better opportunity to attack than when they were eating steak and drinking? Griff nodded to himself. He wanted to be ready for that possibility, that said he was still planning to get drunk. He still wanted to forget about Sparks winning.

The blond man made his way to the party, he was reqdy to fight, eqt and drink. Perhsps he could drink more than Sparks? Or eat more steaks? Providing Minerva had not eaten up everything.

He also had to make sure Serah and Elora got to eat at least two steaks each, they needed to grow bigger! More protein! Then his mind fell on Lucius. That guy also was in severe need of getting a steak and needed to be dragged to the gym as far as Griff was concerned.

'Don't worry broster, we'll make a man out of you yet! Hoooaaaah!' He mentally chanted in his own head before stepping into the cafeteria, he wanted to make a good impression and letting the others know that he had arrived.

"Yo everybody! The Griffman have arrived! Hooo yeah! Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but our boss lady Ava will be late! She had to freshen up after all the fun we had together!" Griff held out his arm, made a thumbs up, smiled broadly with his eyes closed. He felt a surge of confidence, he definitely felt like this was something the red ranger would do.

Then the confident blond opened his eyes and spotted Ava.

"Oh." Griff said in a surprised and awkward manner, he reached up to scratch his head and neck. "You are already here. Whoops. Well! One cannot be too safe! Hey wait a second... what if you are a spy alien in disguise? How would I know it's really you?" Griff tone changed to a suspicious tone, as if doubt was beginning to take root.

Could Ava have freshened up and gotten here before he did? The blond man thought, his head starting to hurt slightly. He really needed to find a drink and steak.

"Oh! Right. Last one to get a steak is a lame mother goose." He said and raised a finger up as he moved to find the currently two most important things in the world, steak and a drink. Spotting Elora sitting by one of the tables with many of the others. Perfect. He was going to go and sit down next to Elora as soon as he would get the biggest baddest steak

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Ayel Raunefeldt

"My bride-to-be is out saving me from having to do everything myself, I can appreciate it when people realize that I am a very busy man."

The ever graceful and levelheaded nobleman sat at the end of his dinner table, looking into his wine glass and pondered loudly to himself. He had many days prior been informed that a prisoner had escaped from the Dawnhaven jail.

"This is humiliating for his royal highness, that's what happens when you give a task to big for a brain to small, those dimwitted Lunarian apes cannot do anything right. But where in Aelios blazing light has this prisoner run off to? All the laborers have failed to locate him, this is however expected as they are nothing more than commoners, but to think this prisoner would elude someone as distinguished like myself? Poppycock." Ayel scoffed and swallowed the wine in one swoop, before standing up and walking over to inspect himself in one of the many mirrors decorating the room.

'I have literally looked everywhere. And nothing can hide under my keen nose and perception. Anora did seem a bit overly curious about the search groups though…. ahh the frivialities of the young and inexperienced!' Ayel chuckled and gave his reflection a smile, then proceeded to view himself in different angles.

"Mm. Perfect." He said softly as he admired his reflection, turning only to a sound of a door opening.

"Ahh! Dear sister, good that you are here. I was wondering, have you seen where my red coat and red hat is? It seems to be missing from my third wardrobe. Did you send it with the local maid? I certainly hope she is a high class servant and not some sloppy dirty creature. I do not want one of my great coats to be ruined. Even if it is just an accessory to elevate my gracefulness." He said as if he were describing the inner workings of the universe as a whole. Pouring himself some more wine into a glass and was raising it to his lips to take a few sips.

"Greetings brother. Your red coat and hat?" Anora tilted her head slightly before opening her mouth suddenly again. "Ah yes. I lent that one out since you have so many." Anora replied softly and smiled. Her brother, the ever patient and understanding older brother took these news very well.

The wine sprayed from his mouth to the point it covered his mirror, the sheer shock of seeing red sliding down his own mirror image sent a chill down the nobleman's spine, but it were the words that felt like a stab in his heart.

"WHAT?!" He yelled out in a manner which only a nobleman like himself could, his both arms spread out and gesticulating, spilling wine on the floor.

"YOU LENT MY COAT AND HAT OUT?! Without my permission?! How dare yo- Wait… was this to a fellow noble? Did his highness request to borrow it or perhaps it was Lord Stormlight? He does strike me as a man of great taste and his jealousy of my wardrobe does make sense. Well, I suppose I can let this minor inconvenience slip since it would be used for a noble cause." Ayel said as he began to pour up more wine into his glass to fill up the wine he lost.

"Well… in a way." Anora replied after flinching to Ayel's yelling, adjusting her umbrella cane. "I gave it to someone in need of it." She added after awhile, smiling at the thought.

"Wait? You gave it away? Who was it that had earnt it as a gift then? I demand to know! It was after all one of my favorites, it brought out the best of me, and trust me there's alot of that." Ayel clarified, still slightly troubled about having lost a precious attire, but at least Anora, being his sister would have the common sense to give it to someone of importance, of significance, of fame?

"You know that prisoner which they have been looking for? I offered it to him, it is cold outside." Anora said softly, sitting down by the other end of the table, pouring up some tea into a small cup, adding two pieces of sugar to it.

Ayel's eyes widened in shock, he stood as if paralyzed for a moment, as if he had to extra check his ears and brain if he heard it right. His sister. His own sister. Had given away his coat and hat, to some fugitive!

"What?!" He threw his wineglass into the nearest wall. "You did what?! You gave my coat to some thief, some ruffian?! Why would you do that?! Why would anyone do that?! Ah? AHH!" He panicked and ran over towards the doors and shut them close. "NOT SO LOUD YOU IDIOT!" He yelled to her as she sat perfectly calm by the table, drinking her tea.

"How could you do this to me? My own sister! Conspiring with a criminal! Are you trying to ruin my reputation that I have taken such precise and elegance to build up?!" Ayel lamented and bent over the dinner table, clutching his shirt with one of his hands as if his own heart was hurting and being torn out.

"Forgive me brother, I will buy you a new coat. I wanted to give that man something. Because he is my father you see." Anora said softly, looking to Ayel, hoping to see her brother understand, show compassion, understanding and calm down.

Her brother. Marquess Ayel Raunefeldt. Was known to possess many abilities.

But these were none of them.

"What?! Anora! Have you gone insane?!" He leaned over to where she sat, for a moment he thought about grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. But he was reminded that other people had… germs.

"He left today." She replied calmly, taking another sip from her tea, using her small spoon to swirl the tea abit.

"Left?" Ayel raised an eyebrow and produced a wrinkle on his forehead which normally he would admit wouldn't exist.

"He stayed here since the jailbreak. In the storage room." The darkhaired girl said in a calm way, her words soft and collected.

"Stayed?" The taller man stood up straight, and for a brief moment appeared to have changed three more hues towards an even paler colour.

"You harbored a fugitive…. in... my home? Without my knowledge or permission?" He gritted his teeth together and furrowed his eyebrows as veins started to appear on his forehead, doing his best to keep his voice low.

"This… this is treason! My own sister a criminal, oh Aelios- That's it! I am going straight to his highness and have you arrested! I shall have you labeled as insane! No wait… damn it all... I will also have my reputation stained… my hard work… my influence… to ruin! How could you do this to me? I who is the best friend of the prince, I who stand as his most respected and trusted friend." Ayel walked back and forth along the room as if trying to come up with a plan.

"Ayel. You are-" Anora began to speak but were instantly interrupted by her older brother. "Be silent! Do not say another word you backstabbing brother-hating traitor. This is a hanging matter! By the goddess, the prince could even hold -me- responsible. THIS I WILL NOT ALLOW. Women like you have always led men down to the darkness, now you are forcing my hand, to stain my flawless honorable record with lying to my best friend of all people. I will not have you ruin everything I have worked so hard to accomplish! I took you in, my mother took you in! I bet your biological mother and father must have been merchant class after all..." Ayel pointed an accusing finger, his face sweaty and agitated.

"Enough!" Anora stood up from her seat, locking eyes with Ayel. "Stop behaving like a child. I have been very patient with you, brother. Where is your compassion for other people? Where is your kindness for those less fortunate than you? I always believed that you had the potential to change. To become a better person..." Anora said and looked hurt.

"I don't have the time or patience for peasants and commoners or criminals! They are like animals. They exist to serve their betters. So your birthmother was some goddess-forsaken woman who died when you were little and your father is but a criminal. I want you to begone from my estate right now, I may have promised mother to look after you, but I can do so from a distance. I shall request Lord Stormlight or some noble of lesser standing than myself to take you in. I shall compose a letter for that." Ayel gave Anora a glare of disgust, but his expression changed abit on seeing how Anora's eyes have gotten glossy.

"How can you be so cruel and say all these things? Our mother told me something on her deathbed. Something which had weighed her down for a very long time." Anora said in a sorrowful tone of voice, her hands grabbing unto each other around her umbrella.

"Don't you bring mother into this! She would be disappointed in you staining the Raunefeldt good name like that!" Ayel retorted fiercely and pointed an accusing finger at Anora.

"I am adopted yes… I wasn't born into the Raunefeldt family, I am forever grateful for that. To my foster father and mother, and to have you and Andros as brothers. You know how our father could no longer produce any more children right? He never could after Andros..." Anora said softly and looked at Ayel with sad eyes. "You were never meant to know… but I have no choice but to tell you, because your heart have become wicked…" Anora said and looked disappointed and hurt at the darkhaired taller man.

Ayel stood as if frozen, sweat sliding down his face, his eyes wide, staring out into nothingness, as if he had come face to face with Aelios herself.

"What did you just say?" He asked in a monotone manner, not even looking at Anora but straight ahead across the room.

"Do you remember our old butler who went with you to fish so often, who always tagged around you when you were younger? That man was your father… Ayel. Mother never had the heart to tell you, because you were so proud of being a Raunefeldt. She begged me to tell you when you were ready." Anora clenched her hands around her umbrella harder.

"Y-you… YOU!" Ayel face went from palest of white to red as he raised his arm to point straight at Anora. "Get out! GET OUT! I never want to see you again! OUT!" The nobleman picked up a nearby strawberry bowl and threw it at full force into the nearest wall, shattering the glass and sending pieces flying across the room. The nobleman then threw one of the nearest chairs a short distance in the room.

Anora narrowed her eyes, hurt by the words and teary eyed, she turned around to walk out. "Goodbye brother." She said in a sad way, opening the door and leaving, just moments later a wine bottle would fly through the air hitting said door and spreading wine and glass over the floor and walls.

"AS IF! AS IF I WOULD BE! This is just a conceited idiotic little thing you would say to upset me! THERE IS NO WAY! NO WAY! MOTHER! Mother... Mother?" Ayel's grabbed his own head, his eyes twitching and he was hyperventilating, breaths were coming in fast and short.

'It has to be a lie... A BIG FAT LIE. I couldn't... I cannot... mother... why?' He sought his mind and soul for answers, but he had known the moment Anora spoke that she wouldn't lie to him, not about something like that.

"I... I'm..." He stumbled over towards an unopened wine bottle, biting the cork and pulling the cork out, taking a long swig from it, then a second... then a third... then he looked over to see which year it were. Same year as Anora's birthyear. He hurled the bottle across the room, hitting one of his own busts as it did, causing the bust to topple over and fall to the floor.

Normally. Seeing something like that would have been scarring enough. But this was not a normal situation.

"I... I am butler... born? Oh Aelios... I am half-commoner? Half-peasant?!" He almost choked, tears falling down his cheeks as he fell to his knees and placed his pristine gloved hands on the floor. Before taking the gloves off and looking at these hands.

"These hands... this... body... I... am tainted... Anora... you took it all from me! MY EVERYTHING! Mother! How could you let me live a lie!" He screamed at the top of his lungs and breathed heavily.

'I'm a fraud... I am as dirty as the thugs that slither in that inn... I... oh Aelios... wake me up now... tell me this is just an awful... horrible dream. I want to wake up RIGHT NOW. Okay?' He sobbed and crawled along the floor, before curling up into fetal position in front of the fireplace, at the lit fire.

"Fire? Ahah? Yes... YES OF COURSE. That's what you want me to do right?" He turned to get on all fours, opening the fireplace and picking a torch, sticking it into the fireplace to light the torch. The nobleman, ever the levelheaded and forward-thinking had now a broad smile on his lips and widened eyes as he rose up. Walked up to the dinner table, taking up another wine bottle, then casually walked around the dining room, letting the torch light the curtains and tapestries in the room catch fire.

'Everything burns. Only way to keep everything pure right Aelios? I'll make myself a bonfire and join you later... after this bottle.' He mentally encouraged himself as he proceeded to walk out into the hallway, lighting the banners there on fire, then throwing the torch into his bed in the bedroom. The nobleman then calmly went over and took on his least fancy suit and his least favorite hat, opening the door and walked off into the snow with his wine bottle in hand.

"Wooohooo! Buuuurn!" He yelled out loud, uncorking the bottle and took a long swig from his wine bottle, stumbling his way away from his now burning home, heading towards the town centre in a slightly intoxicated state. Momentarily eye'ing the huge tree next to his home, when had that gotten there. He had so much to think about that he didn't even have the time to complain about it existing where it stood.

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Zel-Ghin and Mema-Ka

Zel-Ghin had grinned on having seen Serah's rejection of a kiss, though he had suspected that would have been the answer. "Let me know when you change your mind~" He had said back to Serah before having left her.

'No kiss? Too bad. Be less of a jerk? Be nice to people?' He gave out a grunt and crossed his arms as he softly shook his head. While he was on his way to the gaming room he got the notification on his device sent by Ava, he quickly picked it up and read through. His eyebrows furrowed as did his eyes the more he read, a look of disgust forming on his face, his fingers pressing at the device.

Support.

Support?

She had called his framewerk a support. Easy target. Armored ranged supporter? His teeth clenched and grinded against each other, raising the device as if ready to throw it into the nearest wall at full force.

"You insolent background bitch!" Zel-Ghin's hands were shaking and clenching. Ava had labeled his framewerk as a support unit. Supports were useless in his own mind. Worthless NPC's whose sole existence was to empower and heal the hero of the game. Him. Heal-bots and buffers who were for people who lacked his skills. He had never been so insulted in his entire life, even being the first to be beaten in that good for nothing simulation had not been this insulting. He was made to excel. That these REGULARS... these NORMALS had the audacity to not just put him on their level, but even below it.

Then Serah's words sprung into mind again.

'Try be less of a jerk. Be nicer. Hmph.' Zel-Ghin grunted and repeated some of her words in his own head and shoved his hands into the jacket pockets. He had offered to kiss her, wasn't that being nice enough?

He scoffed and stopped as he walked closer to the gaming room, spotting his brother exiting the adjacent room.

"Zel-Ghin. Do not let the results of the simulation unroot you from the overall tasks at hand. It was simply a test. It did yield plenty of valuable information however about those in charge of this operation. I have asked the executive director to make a minor alteration to the Squid to better appeal to your liking. This all comes as a great boon to us Zel-Ghin. The strength of the framework is almost as important as what happens off the battlefields." Mema-Ka said softly and placed one hand on his brother's shoulder, knowing fully well that Zel-Ghin hated when others touched him, but his older twin being perhaps the sole exception.

"If you say so brother. That bluehaired and hard-to-catch woman saw it necessary to chase me down for that stupid party. So I guess I will attend. I suspect you were planning on going there anyways weren't you?" Zel-Ghin asked.

"Indeed. It would be a shame to miss such an opportunity to getting to know all these people which we would be working so closely together with for this brief moment in time. After all... in order to master the game, one must know all the pieces and what they are good at. Even if life is a game you truly cannot win..." Mema-Ka said in a matter of fact, calm and collected way.

"Haah? Pleasure is winning. Nothing like winning bigtime or fighting on the edge to feel alive. I want to enjoy it all brother. Every bit of it." Zel-Ghin replied, his hand raised up and palm facing upwards as he felt carefree enough about it.

"Even if in the end it is pointless? Nothing is permanent in life. Only death is. It comes for all. " Mema-Ka softly responded, adjusting his long hair slightly.

"It's not pointless in the moment. As long as I get to kiss every woman on this ship at least once that's good enough for me and show these regular men who is the top dog. Who cares if it's not forever? I just wanna have fun~ That stupid new squad leader had the gall to call my frame a support. SUPPORT." Zel-Ghin flung both his arms up and made sure to show his annoyance.

"Well, aren't you supporting me, Zel-Ghin?" Mema-Ka asked calmly and placed his one hand at his waist.

"But that's different... this insolent woman think of me as the local NPC Cleric. How in the world could they have picked that woman to lead the squad and that thief? It doesn't make any sense whatsoever. It should have been you brother. Why are you not upset about this? Why don't you go over there and take what should be yours?" Zel-Ghin asked and crossed his arms in front of him, looking to his older twin.

"Zel-Ghin. You know me best of all. Must I explain this to you? Is an emperor on his throne truly the one in command of his people, or is it his advisors, his generals or his spouse? The squad is put under the command of Lieutenant Kaname, who in turn answers to those further up the chain. If necessary, she may override Lane and Bugatti if it is required. If either of them prove unable to lead they will simply be replaced. Everything is expendable in this world Zel-Ghin. To those with their fingers on the trigger, we are all pawns. Some play the game in an attempt to win it, defeat the other side and you win. A false thing. You defeat one enemy, another appear. However... what would happen if someone completely shatters the board? Then no more games would ever be played..." Mema-Ka smiled softly, his hair casting shade over his eyes. "Come now, Zel-Ghin, we should freshen up for the party. I am dying to know what lies ahead." He said in a slightly jovial tone of voice, blowing some air through his mouth.

"Hmph. No one will ever make a pawn out of wargod Zel-Ghin. I'll show these guys. Just you watch brother. The next time it will be flawless victory. Mark my words." Zel-Ghin said in a determined manner to his taller brother as they walked to freshen up.

Mema-Ka went in to shower and then changed into a fully white formal suit and pants, while Zel-Ghin just went in and splashed some water on his face and drank some of it. Zel-Ghin stood in the hallway, waiting for his brother for what felt like an eternity for him, thankfully his gaming device kept him busy. Once Mema-Ka showed up, they both strode off to the cafeteria, entering it.

"Haah? Well… I better find that cheeky little kittycat since she was so intent on having me come here." He pocketed his gaming device and strolled over to inspect the food. Where were the candy?

Meanwhile Mema-Ka remained in place, close to the doorway, taking in the scene in front of him.

'Eat, drink and get married... for tomorrow you'll die? I think that was what the old saying were...'

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Griff

"Of course I meant the dogtags! What did you think I was talking about? Whoa whoa... hold the spacephone... first of all, I do not phrase and it's called phasing I think? That's something Atty does, saw how that speedy boy got to Dragonfly? Hotheaded female pilots? Sexual harassment? I wouldn't do that. Besides who has time to think about women when there's spacebugs to whack over the head am I right? I mean you don't seem to be the type to be thinking about women either? That's more like Arrish's thing. I think he's into Tevar- Tevran- oh the thing that Rhylaen is. Oh but yeah, Minerva does seem the type to punch. And I imagine she punches pretty hard too! Oh shit. She is probably already at the party, if we don't hurry there, she will take all the steak! Are you able to run there ma'am? If not." Griff said and swallowed, taking a knee and holding his both hands slightly up.

"Mount up on my shoulders, The Griff-express has never skipped a leg day in it's life, I can get us there in no time! It would be just like kattai-ing on a jet thruster!" The blond nodded his head quickly and reassuringly to Ava, that there would likely be no chance in hell this could go wrong in any way.

'This is so cool. It would be just like episode 126 of the Galactic Rangers where the red ranger carries the purple ranger to safety.' His mind wandered and he got a cheeky grin on his face.

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Griff

"Yo! Ava! Uh! I mean Yo mama- ma'am I mean! I saw the message on my uh mini computer thingy. Why didn't you just come tell me to my face, my room isn't that far away! But yeah anyways! I just wanted to say I actually fire all my weapons with my Shiva baby! Not just two! It's five! But hey don't worry about it! Anyone can be wrong, just look at the universe letting Sparkles to win the simulation, now that is some serious screw up. Speaking of which I need a big drink, oh and make sure to not miss the steak Ava. " Griff gave a broad grin and gave Ava a thumb up. Then his eyes wandered over her and her attire, his eyes momentarily landing at Ava's chest.

"Whoa! Cool! Are those real? Were you trying to hide those? I didn't know you had such fancy ones. Did you show them to Arrish?" His eyes blinked momentarily, before keeping his stare. "Can I touch them?" He asked in a serious manner, his eyes meeting Ava's, there was no hint of hesitation in his eyes.

'Dogtags are so cool! I really gotta polish mine. Maybe I could tattoo them into my skin? '

Griff raised his both hands as if he was prepped to inspect them. He of course had dogtags himself, but those were not as shiny or fancy looking.

"HEY! Maybe we should compare? I show you mine and you show yours? Bet yours have not seen as much action as mine with how polished they are!" He beamed a smile as if he was accepting a challenge.

He had been in plenty of battles and his dogtags always stayed on, gave them a great patina he thought. He however didn't know if the dogtags would remain if a cruxi alien space machine would blow him up.

Then as he thought about it, he didn't know if Tevranians used dogtags too, what if they used some disgusting biological necklace made of beetles? Still it would be something which he would find interesting.

"Have you ever seen Rhylaen's? They must be pretty small right since shes pretty small overall! I am gonna see about asking about hers later at the party. I hope they aren't weird. Seen any weird ones yet?" He asked in a ponderous manner to Ava.

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