Dezuel

Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

Character submission

• Appearance: Pretty Good. Except on wednesdays.
• Name: April O'Male Chuckleworth II, of Jesteria.
• Title: Mad Hatter. A very happy un-joke day to you.
• Age: Age is a number. Then why is it using letters, way to the right? <--- The answer is clearly 42. Fourty-friggin-two.
• Emblem: Backseat (of a police car).
• Devil Arm: Candycane. Cause christmas is magic.
• Magic: Hee Hee magic. A type of smooth necromancy. Does not come with moonwalk.
• Background: It was a dark day a long time ago, well it felt like yesterday really. Two sheets were submitted but never accepted. And there were no bed even to be found. The mystery just thickens. April suffers from PTSD due to missing the most important day in life by a mere few hours.
• Sample Post: "Keep the microscope steady. That's good. There's approximately 75% chance that one or more members are infected of the 1/4 virus. Will infect the earth in approximately 48 hours." The text appeared on the thick computer screen, whose age was more than sufficient to be classed as an adult. April chuckled and poured some whiskey into the computer itself however and stated in a very non-movie-like manner.
• Other: Has shoesize euro 44. Have no legs the picture is before the armwrestling contest. Sports a sporty sportsjacket. Watches VHS tapes without a VHS to train eyesight.

PS

Appreciation from another RP thread. Happy un-april the first to you. ^_^.

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

Mema-Ka

Mema-Ka swiped the imagery of Arrish and Griff from his display, his expressions were not of amusement or annoyance. But there were no time for him to respond to what he regarded as childish games, perhaps if he had been younger he may have found it amusing, then again knowing himself probably not. His brother however were the kind of person to enjoy these kind of jokes.

'Childish games...' He thought and quickly typed back to Lucius.

'Feeling is mutual. We acknowledge your plan of action, Lucius, proceed ahead and locate team Mango. Upon receiving codeword: Fruitpunch, fire at will upon team Mango. The high command is watching. Dedicate yourself to a cause and stick with it. Doubt is the foundation of defeat.'

He sent the message after quickly typing it out then brought up the voice communications for his team, excluding Lucius from it if possible

"The 'Obscure' is to be regarded as a sleeper agent, trigger it by using codename Fruitpunch once the lines collide. If the 'Obscure' remains unwilling to act the part it has offered. Regard it as hostile and shoot it down. Mema-Ka over." He swiftly relayed in a matter of fact to his team, his voice still collected and orderly. Wherever the battle would go, he was prepared to do his outmost to make certain his team would be able to stand up the other force, despite knowing fully well who he was up against.

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Mema-Ka leapt from the ground with his Raptor framewerk, using it's strong backwards jointed legs to jump forwards moving from position [Z-15] into [T-15], taking slight cover behind the building and looking around the corner. The Raptor proceeds by preparing to use a [Reaction Shot] using it's [Marker Light] rifle would an enemy move into it's line of view.

Griff

'I knew that old geezer was a bad guy after all!' He slammed his fist into the palm of his other hand as if he had just come to a revelation on hearing Aurora's words about Lorenzo. Then he noticed the display. Huh? There was an image of him and Arrish kissing.

"What the fu- When did he?! Wait a second! I never kissed Arrish! Those are not my abs! This is fake!" He slammed his fist into the display, someone was trying to get a rise out of him. But… he just didn't know who? He had a nagging suspicion that it had to be some form of alien psychological warfare. Rhylaen was indeed a very likable suspect. She probably thought he was… hot. Shit.

He knew that someday his flawlessly trained body would be too much for females of any species and it would put a stop to his great days of being a bachelor and martial arts enjoyer. He wasn't opposed to the idea of eventually becoming a family man and settle in some temple and train young promising bodybuilding martial artists with framewerk piloting as a hobby. But fuck. He was too young and lively to settle down. Like his father had always told him when he was young.

'Son. A man doesn't know true happiness until the day he's married. But by then… it's too late.' Griff could hear the words of his father, he didn't really get the entire meaning but he thought it meant the end of the good old day. He had much more muscles to find out he didn't realize he had. His head started to hurt abit the more he thought about it. Sometimes people spent too much time thinking and too little asskicking. He had already forgotten about the image of him and Arrish, but being who he were he was going to ask Arrish the tough question later. If he was in fact just pretending to be into the women, and were in fact in love with him. It did seem to make the most sense to the blond, he had gotten angry at him in the planning room before for reasons he couldn't quite remember. But that did seem like something a tsundere would do.

That was it. Arrish was gay. He was likely jealous of the special training time that Elora had gotten and his own challenges with Minerva. Oh that was right. Minerva had never answered him about his challenge. Maybe she were scared? That had to be it. She probably knew that he was literally Van Dough of framewerks. The old dead geezer was named that right? Now wasn't the time to think.

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Griff's ears perked up on hearing Elora thanking him, it made him feel heat on his face. 'It was nothing… stupid!' He mentally grumbled to himself, then they got the go ahead to move.

The Shiva went up next to the Raptor. Argo. Squid and Argent... those were his targets. According to Aurora. But he didn't yet know where they were. So he had to do with what he had.

Shiva now was located at [T-14], and it readied a [Reaction Shot] with his [Slag Cannon] would any framework on team Mango chose to appear before him.

Zel-Ghin

'Hmm? Such confidence. Scary~' He thought and licked his lips on hearing Minerva's rejecting his help. 'But that just makes you all the more interesting~ Heh~' His purple eyes darted to the display having now seen the image Bug had sent. Of Arrish and Griff kissing.

"Ahaha hah hah! Now that's what I am talking about! Too bad those two are not in my sights... hnn hnn..." He giggled and laughed in his framewerk, but his amusement came to a halt as he heard the pilot of the Mother Goose, Stella telling him to get out of the way.

"Haaah? No one likes a pushy push push~ But as you wish! Go ahead cyborg mermaid! Charge ahead! Hah hah!" He replied back to Stella, a grin on his lips. He had no intention to shield her if she wouldn't give him what he believed were due respect. The more he thought about it, if that hulking machine were to be taken out then he would have the entire field as his own playground. If there were a highscore to be gotten it would be his for the taking. He wouldn't want the challenge to be too easy after all, that would take out all his motivation. He wanted to be challenged. Fighting the boss at the highest difficulty. That kind of thing.

While imagining chasing down Elora was high on his priorities, he needed to impress her with his combat prowess if words wouldn't do the trick. Wasn't that how it usually were in nature? The males would fight until only one would remain? That did sound right to him. The survival of the fittest. After all he had been made for that very purpose. As much as he abhored following the vision of his creators, he couldn't deny his own capabilities and knowing where their limits were. Though he had yet to find his equal in battle, he didn't have his hopes up he would. But at least the possibility of it happening was enticing enough. His genes were beckoning him to fight. Zel-Ghin dashed his Squid framewerk forth, charging his [Particle Cannon], dashing from [H-15] to [M-18] and spending his [Bugatti Token] for extra movement. He bit down on his lower lip slightly, the fun was about to begin.

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

Griff

Griff had gotten quiet when he had heard that Arrish had lost a brother. He regretted some of his previously said words. But it was too late now, they had already left his mouth and now they were all getting soon hooked up with the simulation... gear... stuff.

Griff tossed a look over to Minerva before they were getting into it. "Oi! Minnie! I challenge you! If my team beats yours! You've gotta do something for me! If our team loses! I do something for ya instead! Fat chance of that happening though! How about it? Up to the challenge?!" He placed both his hands close to his mouth and yelled like he had a megaphone. Regardless of answer, he would get on to get hooked up to the simulation machine as quickly as possible. The sooner he got in there the sooner he could kick some ass and restore his warrior spirit.

The blond tilted his head on hearing Lorenzo's voice after awhile of being in the simulation, looking around to see where it came from.

"Hey! Old geezer! My deployment status is... uh... deployed and ready sir! Ready to kick ass! " Griff reported as soon as he could to Lorenzo or whomever was at the end of that channel.

Then Griff flinched on hearing Elora's voice. "Hey Elora! Looking good! This is Griff! I can hear you but not read you! Don't worry! We'll eat some good food after we win allright? Also your workout is paying off! I saw your butt got abit bigger! Less cake means more cake! Strange how that works right? Anyhow! Keep your eyes on the pesky sneaky ones and tell me where they are at! Leave the heavy lifting to me!" Griff said in an excited voice over his communications to Elora. Then he took a moment to sigh to himself, gathering his thoughts and called out on voice to Arrish.

"Oi! Arrish Duval!" He yelled out in a manner to call attention, perhaps abit too loud for communication channels, but where some people were a scalpel, Griff was a sledgehammer. He allowed two seconds to pass before pressing the communication back on. "Sorry. About your brother." The blond said in a defeated sort of voice, or as if he had just said something that took all of his pride to utter. There was no other words he could think of to better say what he needed to have said. He wasn't fond of keeping grudges against teammates, especially not when he had sworn to make sure he would never again lose another one. He was prepped for what was ahead, or so he hoped. He had his targets. That silly squid framewerk, the Argo with Minerva and Sparks with his Guinevere. The latter were someone he could not allow to win under any circumstances. Losing to Minerva again would be awful, but in this field he knew he had most likely more than enough to defeat her.

Then he heard a voice over his comms he didn't recognize. "Huh? What the hell? Whose that? Wait a second. This smells of trap!" He said aloud to himself, then moved over to the comms to his own team. "Oi! Guys! Don't listen to the voice! It's probably a cheap trick made by Sparkles! And if it somehow isn't! We cannot trust some random guy! This is now a battle! If he's a god damn civilian he should get out! We cannot trust this random guy! As simple as that!" Griff yelled over the comms to his team. "Besides old geezer wouldn't keep this a secret from us. Right?" Griff said in abit lowered voice, abit of doubt seeping through.

Mema-Ka

Mema-Ka didn't waste his time he replied to Lorenzo over the communications in an orderly fashion.

"This is Mema-Ka Ezqess Degadraz. R4-PT0 Type R. Raptor. Ready to sortie." Mema-Ka said in a practiced manner, he kept his tone polite and soft, but orderly.

The simulation setting took him a little by surprise. A war torn colony. He instantly thought of home. He had more expected a battle out in space itself, but this was despite the memories springing to his mind, a much more favorable terrain for his machine. He could use every single building as a springboard for his framewerk and utilize it's mobility and close quarter tricks. Nothing did neither prevent him from going airborne, the buildings didn't conceal his framewerk enough to use it as a full cover, but that was fine, he was never meant to be stuck in one place with his transforming framewerk.

He was accutely aware that Sparks on the opposing side had a framewerk which would be very dangerous to their side if it could hijack any of theirs. Specifically his own which could then possibly be made to combine with his brother's framewerk while firing on his own team. All things considered, a loss such as this would be more managable to him than it would to Zel-Ghin. But his own desire to win was based on more than just winning, it was to show that he had the ability to make the right strategic choices and by doing that attain victory over a force which seemingly were stronger in a direct clash.

Like the cruxi. Like the Galactic Federation had been in his simulations as a child at the lab. His brother's plan had been simple enough in comparison, eliminate any opponent, in whichever manner possible until there would be victory. Mema-Ka wasn't the kind of young man who believed a single man on a battlefield would win a war, a single man behind the battlefield however could. Having overlooked the other team's machines, their win condition laid in taking down three units. The squid. His brother's machine were capable of repairing itself and allies and were sturdy enough, but to engage it head on was not a good choice in his opinion, the best way to fight it were... to not fight it. Send in a faster unit to keep it busy chasing. The mother goose were the second problem.

A framewerk whose sole purpose appeared to be as sturdy as possible with great melee capabilities. It was the anvil to a hammer which took on an unusual shape. The Guinevere were that hammer. It could potentially seize control of one of their units if given the chance. It were both a precision weapon and something which could turn the tide. In Mema-Ka's observation, despite all the armored big ones and the quick blitzing units or the stealthing ones. The Guinevere were the head of the snake. Take it out and the other teams abilities to coordinate and gain a major advantage would be lost. He took on the task himself to be on the lookout for him, but not to engage with him if possible.

That Elora somehow would be thinking about his brother instead was non-optimal, he had to speak with her again to make sure she had her focus on the task ahead.

[Silver Tongued Devil]

"Miss Elora, the task before us are an important one, we are counting on you to relay and monitor the other team's positions. I have faith in your abilities, make sure you have faith in them as well. I need you to locate and send the positions of the Guinevere and the CK-R8 as soon as you manage to find them to the rest of the team, it is imperative that we find and send interceptors to take them out when they appear. The frontline will deal with the Mother Goose and the Squid. Keep your chin up, eyes peeled and heart steady and we will come out on top. That'll impress Mr Burnhardt. You like the guy don't you? He seems to believe in you quite a bit. Don't let him and the others down, but more importantly don't let yourself down. This is Mema-Ka, I will provide you with backup." He said in a soft but encouraging tone, trying to steel Elora's focus in the battle ahead.

The forest-green haired young man then set his own eyes straight ahead. He was going to indeed use this battle as a test. A test to see how well his own decisions would compare to the others. If his team could topple his brother's team, then perhaps other forces in the world could also be toppled and the great chessboard they all stood upon would fall down and shatter. He allowed his forest green hair to fall over his eyes, casting shade over the upper part of his face, a slight upturn forming at the corner of his lips.

His gaze moved up abit as he heard the unknown voice over the comms. An unknown element. A twist thrown into their test? He could appreciate some unknown variables at times, but for the most part he was a man of order, strict controlled order. But he knew to not have plans set into stone, be versatile enough to break formation if an opening presented itself and there would be no way to get punished for it.

'Another pilot or an AI? Regardless it would serve us better as an ally than a foe. Even if temporary. If it is a trick of the other side we shall know that soon enough. Spring the trap without stepping into it.' He mused and then called out over the comm to his own team then to the pilot himself.

"Elora. As soon as we receive the signal try to pinpoint this one based on his communication signal. If he ends up being an ally, bystander or adversary regardless. Mark him as 'Obscure'. Thank you. Over." Mema-Ka said softly to his own team.

"This is Mema-Ka, pilot of the Raptor. Identify yourself. We may provide you with with aid if you align yourself with strike force Apple. Make your way to designation U-15 to make your intentions clear, failure to do so we shall regard you as an adversary. Over and out." He said in a firm but polite manner, he wasn't trying to sound intimidating or aggressive, just speaking in a matter of fact manner. He had decided to try deal with this particular task to get some weight of command from Aurora. It was after all best if she kept her mind on taking out the enemy positions as soon as the all clear would be given.

Zel-Ghin

"It's showtime~" Zel-Ghin said in an amused manner over the team voice comms. This was like one of his most favorite things to do, save possibly from his obsession with kissing, videogames and sweets. Zel-Ghin didn't let the fact that his brother were on the other side dissuade him from fighting, he however didn't want to fight his brother unless he had to. He had done enough fighting against his brother that it was beginning to be dull. Even if he had never faced his brother piloting the Raptor before. That frame still had the pilot he knew the best within it. No. He wanted to fight others. Like Elora. Now that was a more appealing target for him, the blond guy also was an appealing target but that guy would likely get the rest of his team, especially Minerva after him. Too many hunters and the prey would stop be appealing to Zel-Ghin. He would leave that one be for the rest of the team to deal with, and if they couldn't then he would deal with that one later.

The electric dragonfly had a cute little alien pilot, he recalled that much. But his machine would likely struggle to catch something like that one. He had played enough games to know where to effectively prioritize, he was a tactician not a strategist however. Act in the moment always, never look back too far or too far ahead. There were always complications and variables, he decided the best way to deal with them were to simply wait for them to appear than concern himself with hundreds of possibilites when only a single outcome would ultimately happen no doubt.

The Horst and the Angel Zero both were appealing targets, he knew nothing about the Angel Zero, so that was like a neatly packaged gacha lockbox to him, one he would like to open. The horst had a male pilot, who by the looks of it were a genuine threat to his other plans of kissing the female pilots, save for Stella of course. The Sleeping Thunder pilot were a cutie and her framewerk was some serious piece of work. But what appeal were there in fighting something which were static? He wanted a chase. Not shooting at deer stuck in a swamp. He decided that his best choice would be going after the Angel Zero and the Horst when given opportunity. Even if fighting the Shiva was appealing just to shut the blond guy's cockiness down.

There could only one be one top dog in the pack, and he was more than willing to teach that cocky blond a lesson about not just who he were, but what he were. The logic diver was however still taking priority if he would see it, perhaps the girl would be impressed enough by his piloting to award him with a kiss at the podium. He allowed himself a smirk as he thought about it. Now that would be better than any stupid material prize.

All things considered, he had to admit that the enemy had some impressive looking framewerks. The Shiva was armed to the teeth, the Logic diver was a threat not just from the team support but because he could struggle to find it with it's stealth capabilities. He knew from games enough, that ganking the mage was a good viable tactic and take out the cleric.

He decided he also had another ample opportunity to get some of what motivated him, thus he used his voice comms to Minerva. "Mm~ You want to take out that Shiva right? I'll do it for you for a kiss from you~ How about it? Small price to pay to grind the blondie into the mud." He said in a sly and teasing manner over the voice comm, he giggled softly as he stop transmitting the message.

A few moments passed and he set the voice comm to the command. "Squid here. Ready to rumble. Will there be a highscore to be gotten?" He asked with abit of a snicker, his attention on the field ahead. All those buildings. Could be worse, could be better. He could likely slam someone into those or cone his way through one of them with enough speed and force, if the enemy were the kind to take cover. He knew how some enemies would hunker down in games and take reaction shots. Those buildings could likely work well to deny the opposing team from doing such too often.

Then finally he heard over the voice comm a voice he had not heard before. There was an unknown enemy on the battlefield? An NPC? A bot? Or another pilot? Interesting. More chaos to thrive in. More fun. He decided not to use voice-over back at the guy. Why in the world he want to let him know he was being heard. No. If that was an enemy he would get him when he wasn't expecting it.

The great hunt was starting soon.

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Mema-Ka

He had chosen to remain quiet, watching the hotheaded blond verbally clash with the redhaired one. Sometimes it was best to not intervene and let things play out and get vented fully, or else it would give rise to longer more deep seated irritation between the two parties.

Once again he was reminded of his special connection to his twin brother, whose heart and mind he could understand. But most other people had no such connection, they could not feel the rhythm of each others beating heart, nor their process of thoughts. That is why they were constantly in struggle with oneanother. Humans. Such a violent race. Despite the formation of the Galactic Federation they were still warring amongst themselves, perhaps it wasn't their fault but a flaw in their construction?

He had seen the android, the artificial one. Robot. AI. Machine. Whichever label one would have wanted to put on those, they were unlike humankind if they indeed lacked a human core. Their reasoning logical and merciless, just like a computer. He could admire such purity, were it not for the fact they lacked compassion and an understanding of why humans were the only creature in the world capable of crying. They were also the only ones destroying the world.

How different were the Cruxi to them truly? They likely answered to a leader themselves, bringing ruin and enslavement upon whatever thing coming into their path. Much like humankind. Perhaps it were the reflection in the mirror that had made humankind so disgusted with the aliens. Regardless whereof he was right or wrong about his assessment of the aliens, they were a chaotic element that had to be dealt with. No one could truly control chaos, order however could be made to follow a path. He had chosen a side a long time ago. Short time in the span of humanity. But a few years in his own existance. But he had grown much since, he had seen more of humanity and what it represented. He had seen the good and the bad.

He was convinced there were no such thing as a god or higher power, but there were those who craved that power, who sought to use power akin to it to inflict their marks upon the world. While no doubt the others in the room were busy thinking how to battle the other team in the upcoming mock battle, or the eventual clash with the Cruxi. The older twin had his sights on a different kind of adversary, one which were poisoning everything it came into contact with.

His mind wandered to Lorenzo. That little Lilim of his. That was surely not just an assistant bearing such a small frame. A man such as he, with the particular talents he possessed could have gotten any other frame of his liking. Yet he had chosen one like that? Mema-Ka theorized that the small Lilim was either a remnant, or a reflection of something the old man had lost. A daughter. A grandchild. No doubt.

'Now that would explain his motivation to deal with the Cruxi. A personal quest. Revenge? A retrieval mission? Perhaps that old man could even be the originator of them. ' He thought, raising his hand to his chin as he delved into the possibilites and speculations. Regardless which motivation was driving the old man, it was serving his purposes… to win the game. The galactic federation had pushed humankind into a single force, however… that force still had their hearts closed and refused to understand each other.

"Put your differences aside for now. An angry mind is a reckless mind. That goes for both of you. Miss Elora, whatever matter you have unresolved with my brother, don't let it impact your focus on this training mission. We are counting on you, young lady." Mema-Ka gave a soft bow to Arrish, Griff and Elora, before giving Aurora a salute as she dismissed them. While being dismissed, Mema-Ka went up to one of the water dispensers, taking a paper cup with water to Aurora, holding it out to her. "The wellspring of life. The origin of us all, better not forget to keep your body in good shape as well as your mind, miss Aurora. The tasks before us, do not hesitate to ask for assistance, you are not alone in the tasks ahead." He said softly, a faint smile on his lips, a hand placed on his chest and the other by his waist.

'Zel-Ghin. I am glad you are enjoying this...'

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

Zel-Ghin

While having gotten sold earlier at Minerva's plan, he had nontheless listened to Ava's plan, which seemed like a solid and good choice too. As far as he was concerned anyhow. He couldn't help but snicker when Ava stated that 'Team Apple has a more troublesome rear'. He held one hand before his mouth to try his best to conceal his amusement. His eyes momentarily taking in the sight of the three women in the room, first Minerva who carried herself in a manner which made her almost seem… divine. He was uncertain how to feel about that. She wasn't his usual type. But the way she carried herself made him willing to cast a few minor preferences aside. While he was looking forwards to have some fun in the upcoming mock battle, he was already thinking of hitting on each of the women. They all had their strong points.

Minerva held some regality, conviction and made him feel conflicted. A curious case. Then there were Ava who seemed like the type who probably needed a kiss more than anyone else on the ship, she also were a pretty one but with a more by the book way of speaking. 'Mmm… little thing could use a kiss or two to get away from the boring everyday military work no doubt.' He softly mused in his head as his eyes wandered over to Serah. That was the cute one. The little pretty on his current team. While his encounter with Elora had not gone exactly as he would have preferred, perhaps things would go alot smoother with that one? She had at least taken the lollipop offered unlike Elora who had forgotten it. That already showed more promise.

What would he do about Elora? She did seem like alot of work. She was pretty and her personality tickled his curiousity, however if she would prove to be too bothersome then no doubt his time would be better spent with others which would accept his gifts offered. His mind then momentarily landed on Stella. He had no interest in Stella however, as that one was a machine. He did enjoy videogames as much as the other guy, but that was not a game he was willing to play. Machines lacked the ability to show emotions in a way that appealed to him. His mind then fell on Aurora, the glasses wearing girl on the other team. She too were a pretty one. He was certainly in luck, but he wasn't certain what to make of that one yet, as he had not had the opportunity to listen or speak with her. Other than just hearing her call for her teammates. A project for later like everything else. He would find the best kisser amongst them. He wasn't interested in seemingly competing with his brother over the lieutenant's attention however and decided to leave that one be.

As Minerva had decided to get behind Ava's plan, Zel-Ghin decided to follow suit. "I also support this plan. Sounds like fun. My brother pilots the Raptor, a transforming framewerk which makes use of high speed, grappling hooks, drones and strong kicks. While he isn't on par with my skills, he's not to be taken lightly." The teal-haired young man smirked and stuck a lollipop into his mouth, putting the wrapper in his pocket, his eyes momentarily wandering to Serah, taking in her face from profile view. 'Such a cute girl. I hope I will be able to kiss her before my time runs out... we are all playing time trials.' He thought and closed his eyes momentarily. There was no use thinking too far ahead, the future could be wiped out in seconds after all, especially now when they were doing what they were made to do. His eyes also landed on Stella and Sparks momentarily before looking straight ahead at nothing.

'He's not human. He might appear to be. But under the skin, flesh and bone. He is a weapon which is meant to be used and then discarded. For the end result we are striving for gentlemen will justify whatever means necessary to bring it about. Crushing the Galactic Federation...' The words of one of those lab coat wearing men's voices echoed in his memory, in his dreams… always there reminding him of what he were. Even if he himself didn't even know all the details himself.

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Griff

He had not expected Arrish to seemingly step down without fighting back verbally, to some strange degree he felt a sense of disappointment, lack the young man before him have had his fighting spirit sucked out of him. It made Griff's own fighting spirit falter aswell, there was no bigger turn off for him than a man who couldn't hold his own physically or verbally. Even if he had not wanted to have any fight with Arrish before, he felt compelled to engage in any fight that got into his orbit. Unless said fight would put him in the brig for a week or it involved losing his pride as a warrior, a man and as an enjoyer of bodybuilding.

He already did regret some of the things he had said to Arrish, it left a bitter taste in his mouth, and it was definitely not a bro-move to call out how much his family sucked at some… disaster? Griff couldn't even remember what his family did to get labeled the "Duvalian Folly", but he had been far too hotheaded to spring back into action, and much like using his framewerk, fire all his weapons simultaneously at whomever ended up against him. Arrish wasn't a bad guy, Griff knew the redhaired noble wasn't really a bad guy... like Sparks. He had been a bit rash with his words. But Arrish had challenged his warrior soul in front of the entire room which had thankfully not Minerva in it. He would have felt so annoyed seeing her stupid but pretty smile.

And now he wasn't even sure what game Arrish was playing. Arrish had seemingly decided to bring up his dead friends, of all things he could bring up he had chosen that subject.

'What the heck are you going for now? Do you want an early grave so badly?!' He mentally lashed out, then shook his head to himself. What if he was genuinely curious? Well there was surely no harm in telling him. If he would try make fun of his dead buddies then he would punch him.

"What's it to you, huh? Their names were Lohann Wayson, Aria Louss, Enlai Ryan and Charmine Le Greif. Three of them died in that stupid battle on that backwater planet and my best buddy is MIA. All because some smartypants guy couldn't be versatile and get out of formation to help his comerades." Griff said with gritted teeth his hands tightened into fists, shaking as they were. Then his attention moved to Aurora which he actually took the time to listen to, although with a scornful pout on his face and crossed arms.

His temper gradually began to cool down as he listened, her plan involved him being able to go freely after Minnie and that stupid squid. Oh and Ava. The girl who was surely hiding her abs under that suit of hers. Her being formerly higher rank than most of them. It was almost his full list of prefered opponents, save for Sparks. The one man he couldn't allow to under any circumstances to win a mock battle, no no. Even letting Minerva win would be less painful to face. That guy was his nemesis. Liking computers? Check. Stealthing cowardly framewerk? Check. Stupid 2d girlfriend without abs in his frame? Also check. He couldn't have that man win, his smugness would be too much to handle, and Griff knew his fist would slip and then that meant undetermined time in the brig.

"We go with your plan four- Aurora right?, I think it doesn't suck. My talk with ARRISH DUVAL who has a great resume is over. Let's go with your plan okay? I think it may work..." He gave off a softer scoff, his nose rising high almost to the ceiling as he looked away from the redhaired noble.

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Griff

Griff raised his head as if he was expecting a superior officer coming in on hearing the raised voice. That or his mother. "Huh?" He said in a low tone, blinking a few times as Arrish stood up and walked over to him. A lot of words followed, and if it were not due to the amount of words spoken he might have paid more attention to Arrish's hand by his collar.

'What? What the hell is he talking about? What did I do now?!' He mentally lashed out in search of answers before listening to the rest of Arrish's words. Something had clearly caught him in a foul mood.

"What the heck is your problem?! What did I do? Ehhh?! So I am the pear of the team apple huh?! Then you are some stupid hairy kiwi fruit! How you like that huh? Well I thought you were an allright guy who showed the new guy Buggyboy around, but looks like Minnie was right. Nobles like you are hiding behind tradition and have prejudice against those who ain't like you huh? Like a bully! And I just told the others that the little winged one isn't a bad bug! But you look down on her yourself, you don't think she can defend herself! You conde- descending bastard! You sit on your high horse like some fucking noble allright! I am not the one who has a family named after a folly for sucking too hard at things!" Griff barked out, he was angry and upset that someone like Arrish who he had moments earlier considered to be a friend had now verbally attacked him in front of the entire team. He felt betrayed, but he also felt regret of his own words the moment he finally finished his reply.

He could lose his temper and say things he didn't really mean. He knew that. Once again he had allowed his fierce temper to take over. He knew Arrish had a point, he should probably listen to the plans of the others. But it was giving him a headache and he was already heated up. He just wanted to get into the fight and defeat as many enemies in his path as possible and make sure the others didn't get downed. For a training mission it wouldn't be that bad, but he refused to allow another teammate to die. To catch up with his best friend and become the greatest pilot and soldier that ever were. Providing his friend was indeed still alive. He was listed as MIA.

But how would he solve this matter now? Griff felt as if the air in the room had suddenly changed. Maybe a punch to the face would solve things. People usually came to an understanding after beating each other up. But that would surely end up with time in the brig. He blew some hot air through his nose, like an angry bull, but he was just venting his anger.

"Whatever. This is just a mock battle anyways. No one is going to die in this one... My three friends died because of some fucking idiot who thought he could lead us with his stupid plan! Spent days with his stupid plan and it broke into pieces in the first fight and he just sat there and let them all die from his hiding place. And my best friend is still fucking missing from that battle! I will not allow that to happen again! So I only follow a leader I can trust will be able to fight! Right makes might... whatever. Watch me! I am going to take down the other team by myself! Duck Mother! Argo! Sparkles weird frame! That stupid squid! I give you my word Elora, I'll shoot it down!" He felt like spitting to his side but instead crossed his arms and gave a very sour glare at Arrish. He then picked up his device and looked for a way to unfriend Arrish from his device. His teeth visually gritted and his face all wrinkled up from his anger.

'Where the heck is that unfriend button?!'

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Griff

Griff had been so wrapped up in his many thoughts. Thought. That he had almost entered the wrong room, having raised his head quickly enough to see Serah, Stella, Sparks and Minerva all in the same room. Would Rhylaen had been there aswell then that room might have been the most dangerous room for him to be in.

Sure he knew he could probably take each one of them down in a wrestling match, probably even Minerva. But the moment he had thought on issuing such a challenge he was once again remembering the great incident. He had to make sure to never let that happen again. Despite his loss to Minerva at his own hobby, and having been A BIT rash with dealing with Serah catching him after the lockerroom incident. His warrior pride had not been damaged. Perhaps the ancient martial arts masters were looking down at him from heaven.

Then it struck him. What is considered as heaven in space?

His pattern of thinking was interupted by his actual mock battle team. He had not much of an idea what Aurora, Arrish or Mema-Ka was suggesting, at specific moments he thought he could heard the sounds of water hitting a beach. His curiousity of ever visiting a sea had made him look up how it sounds like.

Mema-Ka. He thought that guy had a funny name, and whenever that young man spoke it made Griff feel like he wanted to go sleep.

They had besides the obvious clone been assigned what Griff considered to be a cool guy. Why else would someone wear such an outfit, then his approval rating dropped when he realized his machine was another stealth one.

The blond grabbed unto his head and hair distraught. Where were their warrior pride? Sure Elora had it on her machine too, but she was like his appeentice! Well at least he felt they had that relationship.

He definitely filled the senpai role!

Griff decided to stand up.

"After careful con- thought, I think good things have probably been said! I wish to welcome Mema-Ka and Jake to Team A! A stand for awesomer! Allright whose eager to kick some ass?!" Griff raised his hand and tightened it into a fist.

"Allright we all know the plan! The masterplan! Get out there and hit them fast and hard! They never see that coming! Get out there and kick their rears out of the stimulation machines! I am calling dibs on Minnie and Sparkles!

Don't you worry Elora, after I defeat them both I am gonna go after -his- evil twin clone. Gonna make sashimi out of that squid! Then we can go celebrate eating some squid and watch some bodybuilding videos! Oh and for you rookies! I am Griffith Burnhardt! But you guys can call me The Griff! Oh and before I forget! Can we see your face Jake?  The curiousity is killing me!"

Griff remained standing with his blue eyes watching and smiling to his team, up until he came up to Rhylaen, where he gave a frown. But he thought he could hear Minervas voice.

'Stop being a deadweight with your racism.'

He was a man of his word. Crap. This would sting.

" Ahem. Right and we also have a Turr.. Terrainian on our team, despite appearances this one is not a Cruxi spy, assassin or kidnapper. I know right? So uhh... no racism? I guess? Right so lets go out there and kick some ass and then prep to kick some alien ass! No offense." He threw a glance to Rhylaen last. With a pouting face. He felt a surge of worry, what if Rhylaen would take advantage of his promise to Minerva and make fun of him, or worse yet hit on him. He had seen enough movies to know they kidnapped humans then they come back pregnant.

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Mema-Ka

Mema-Ka remained quiet upon entering the room, seating himself at one of the corners of the table, he listened in silence to Aurora and Arrish's different takes on what would be the best approach on dealing with the other team. He crossed his legs by the knee and held one of his hands under his chin. He then opened his personal device and began looking through what he knew of the machines listed as he took in what was being said in the room.

"You are both bringing out fair points worthy of consideration in the upcoming task." Mema-Ka said softly, uncrossing his legs, getting up and walking over to one of the walls of the room which held a smartboard, a digital chalkboard in finer words, he took hold of a nearby plastic stick which was normally used to paint up things upon the boards.

"Aurora, you are correct that we should treat this as a defensive mission and that we may have the ranged advantage compared to the other team. You would be good as a battlefield commander as you will be located to our backline. I suggest for Logic Driver to be located in the pathway of those who would try to get to you. That framewerk can remain hidden and provide you with all the information of what is going on ahead, and aid in disabling an incoming opponent which doesn't know it's there. I suggest a unit such as the Horst to be located a medium distance from it and you to provide both of you with cover would the frontline be breached which I expect it will be. My unit. The raptor. May also swiftly return to the backline would such a thing be required and possibly aid in disabling or defeating those which slip past. The Shiva, Electric Dragonfly and the new frame which arrived moments ago would be a good wall for the opposing side to chew through. If they try ignore them, they leave their backs open.

If they fight them, then they are stopped in their tracks. I will of course add my machine to the frontline and only fall back would the Horst, Sleeping Thunder or the Logic Driver require assistance. This is my suggestion for engaging with the opposing force, I am however unfamiliar with most of the pilots, and thus I shall assume the position of secondary or tertiary commander as a precaution and... or if communication is hindered and will not reach far enough." Mema-Ka drew up the positions on the board which he suggested for the squad to assume, one arm on his back the other motioning and drawing lines across the board with the plastic stick. He took a few moments to remain silent as he drew it up, then drew up circles representing the opposing force. Then he turned facing Arrish.

"You are also correct in your assessment of the task ahead, a frontline is only as strong as the ones standing behind them. I believe an old warrior saying is that it's not about whom you fight against, but whom you fight for, the ones standing behind you. With that in mind... I believe our primary objective offensively is to incapacitate the one known as Goose Mother. I suggest relentless bombardment from Sleeping Thunder and possibly disabling of it's weaponry from a unit such as the Horst. It has thick armor. But it's weapons can be targetted. Take them out and it won't matter how strong it's armor is if it has nothing to fire upon us with. If it somehow still manages to push it's path through the ranged firepower and the frontline.

The Logic driver might be able to disable it long enough for the others to dismantle it or get in place, or the case of Sleeping Thunder. Fire upon it's new location. For secondary targets. I advice to leave all of the quick opponents be. Each moment spent chasing them is a moment the heavier types have to get into position. Some of the smaller ones do not have the firepower to quickly enough take down the heavier ones on our side. If you do manage to find the Guinivere in sight, don't hesitate. Take it down." Mema-Ka softly adjusted his stance, motioning towards an image displaying the Squid.

"This is my brother, Zel-Ghin's framewerk. The Squid. It possesses repair drones and an a stargazer system, propulsioning it forwards and may redirect ranged fire at whatever stands in it's path. Up close it is a relentless adversary which attacks in unconventional ways at both range and up close. Among it's weaponry are Marker Light rifle, Dual acid cannons and a particle cannon. It also has built in jet thrusters in it's legs that makes it able to spin it's four legs like a disc or press them together to form what I would say a cone. With it, propelling itself into whatever happens to stand in it's way. It also comes equipped with a kattai system. It is the sister unit of mine. While you are no doubt familiar with the remaining framewerk this is what I can tell you about that particular weapon. One thing to also keep in mind are the pilots we are facing. I have never faced or seen someone to go head-to-head with my brother and win. With that in mind. I suggest for the Electric Dragonfly to engage it in battle if possible, use it's superior speed and overall toughness to keep it preoccupied and if possible disable it. It needs not to be taken out, just kept busy long enough for our team to finish the others." Mema-Ka breathed out slightly, placing down the plastic stick by the smartboard, giving those gathered in the room a polite nod.

"One more thing. In every battle that has ever been, there has been unexpected occurances, I urge all of you to be prepared for such eventualities. We have been given this training session to show that we can, despite our differences work together as one unified force." He said in his soft voice then lowered it even further, leaning down a bit towards the table and said in a hushed manner.

"Don't you think it odd that despite it being a team building mission that half of them are on the other side? The superiors wouldn't put us up against each other, to form potential animosity or competition unless they had something else in mind... after a set period of time have passed in our test. Don't lose track of who ones true enemy is. Adapt when the moment arises. Victory lies with those whom can be versatile, regardless of how good a pilot or how good a frame you use." Mema-Ka said in a reassuring tone of voice, offering the rest of the team a polite bow and softly excused himself back to his seat, having taken up far too much time than he had first intended. But what was done was done. Perhaps he was too focused on the future to notice the here and now?

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Zel-Ghin

Zel-Ghin gave a casual shrug as the rest of the team began to move, throwing one last glance over his shoulder over where his brother were, and then to Elora which he gave a soft audible scoff at. Noticing how a member of the team he had been assigned to were struggling with some sort of headache, the younger twin stopped momentarily to observe. He was no stranger to headaches or reoccuring dreams of a past he would rather forget, not peering too far into the future neither, but remaining grounded in the here and now. His older brother were the dreamer.

Zel-Ghin normally prefered to stand against a wall than sitting down, it was alot easier to defend yourself when not having to worry about someone sneaking up from behind. In this case he decided it was best to do as everyone else. After all he was of a different culture than the others for certain. But human non-theless. Or were he? His violet eyes peered out from under his hair as it hung momentarily over them. He chose to sit down next to Serah. He reached into his pocket, taking out a wrapped lollipop, sliding it over to Serah, then saying in a hushed manner to not draw attention away from Minerva or Bug as they were speaking.

"Strawberry~. Sweet things to keep the bad thoughts away." He said and pointed one of his own fingers at his own temple, then his eyes set on Stella. He didn't like what he saw. It reminded him of those robots at the facility which used to stick needles into his skin. But no more.

'Your eyes. I don't like them.' He thought as he looked at Stella. All he could see in them was a hollow and dead thing. Nothing that tickled his curiousity. The machine however had taken the liberty of embracing Elora earlier, which irked him.

'They must be really desperate if they decided to bring a machine. Let see if it's processor can keep up with the other team or if it will fry it's circuits.' He looked away from Stella and smirked, his attention moving to Sparks. That was the one his brother had more or less introduced to him. His opinion of that one was better than what he thought of the machine or Bug, who he had already made up to be a troublemaker by simply watching his initial interaction upon their arrival. A potential disturbance to his own freetime aswell. Still it was something he was prepared to deal with, if he had to deal with it. The girl next to him, who Stella and Bug together had already dropped the full name of. Serah Gene.

He smiled to himself the more he thought about the name. The Gene girl and someone whose genes had been tampered with. It made him snicker internally, it somehow did sound like the title for a videogame. One which he would no doubt play if given the opportunity.

Zel-Ghins' gaze continued on to Ava, while listening to Minerva talking in the background. The redhaired girl was eye-candy to him, but the personality from what he could see were lacking those particular things he were looking for. He decided regardless he would try to chat her up later. Perhaps the first impressions were wrong. But his instincts were yelling at him otherwise.

Minerva had been the first to have spoken up and been eager to get things underway, he didn't mind it at all. The sooner they would get underway, the sooner he could have some enjoyment. His mind momentarily wandered to Elora. If possible he would try to find her during the battle, to see if her videogaming had translated to her piloting skills. He wasn't as eager to fight his brother however. He already knew what the likely result of a battle between them, as he had been often pinned against Mema-Ka at the old facility. Much to the enjoyment of those labcoat clad people which had tried to play god.

He couldn't forgive them of course, but dwelling on them constantly would drive him insane. More insane. He was accutely aware of his own mind and how his instincts were encouraging him to fight and other things. They had truly treated him like a beast. In his own mind. He didn't fully know the answer. Were he truly human? Mema-Ka had often stated to him that indeed they were human. His older brother always seemed to know the answers, even before the questions came his way. Despite him being the expendable one to their creators, he had developed talent for things that Zel-Ghin did not possess. In a fight between the two, his brother were the more crafty. If he would be the one in command of the other squad in this mock battle. Then surely…

Zel-Ghin looked up to Minerva again. There was something about her. Her face. Seemed strangely familiar. As if he had seen it before. Somewhere. Someplace. But when and where? He was positive he had never spoken with her. Where did he know that face from? The thought stayed for awhile, annoying him as he couldn't find the answer he was looking for. And when such obstacles were coming his way, he knew that the best thing for the moment were to drop them for another time. Time would surely tell him all he needed to know. Nothing more. Nothing less.

He made sure to not interupt Minerva as she spoke about the plan on how to deal with the opposing team.

Zel-Ghin had to admit both approaches provided by them were viable options. Minerva basically suggested the old hammer and anvil tactic as far as he was concerned. But they were up against his brother. He wouldn't take the bait into going straight into the anvil unless it was in his favor. On a personal level, Zel-Ghin knew abit about formations from videogames, but he was not a strategic genius, he still could make up good tactical decisions. Problem was dealing with other people. He lacked his brother's natural charisma and softness. He was a blunt hammer and Mema-Ka was a feather. A very dangerous feather but the comparison were correct. Still he very much preferred the idea of following her lead before any of the others.

Minerva bringing up the seeming fact that Bug, or Astolfo Bugatti as the robotic woman had called him, were a royal caused Zel-Ghin to raise one of his hands to his mouth to hide the fact he was giggling at her poke at him. His plan did seem more detailed, were it not for the fact he seemingly had forgotten two machines. Then the last third machine which had just arrived. He had no information at all about that one. But this wasn't the first time he'd gone into a boss fight not knowing what to expect. 'Sounds like fun. Prince~ But it does seem you have forgotten the Shiva and the Horst. But even more so my brother's machine. Such a mistake. I will not stand for it in any world, even if your plan seems to be more effective in theory to Minerva's. Too bad I am all about the execution.' The teal-haired young man smirked more intensely, before standing up from his seat, his hands into his pockets.

"Zel-Ghin Mizqess Degantes, pilot of the 5Q-U1-Type D. Pleasure to meet you all~" He took out one of his hands from his pocket to make a lazy salute. "Minerva. Pilot of the Argo. Your approach is as clear as your determination.. and your pretty face. I'll second your choice of approach." He gave Minerva a slow wink and bit his lower lip, then his eye darted to Bug. "A direct approach may be the best one. No offense... your highness~. Wouldn't want you to exhaust yourself mentally before the battle comes." He said in a teasing tone then turned back to Minerva. "At your disposal, commander~." Zel-Ghin nodded to Minerva and then sat back down, his hands slipping into his pockets, tossing a glance over to Bug to guage his reaction to his poke at him.