Yeah so... Mach just Rick Roll'd the Nazis with this song.
My God, I never thought I'd write a sentence like that in my life. XD
My God, I never thought I'd write a sentence like that in my life. XD
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At the tail-end of his, er, "conversation" with Joshua, Tocsax interrupted and said something to Mach regarding Joshua. It was something to effect that Joshua was apparently their best hope of defeating The Seekers. Okay, it wasn't exactly worded like that. But that was more or less how Mach heard it and, yes, it cut pretty deep. Good thing he was wearing his helmet at the time, otherwise everyone would have been able to see just how much those words stung.
Later that same day, when everyone had returned to the ship, Mach went off by himself. Alone in one of the ship's R&D rooms, he removed the components of his suit, and then reassembled them on a mechanical dummy the Moogles had helped him make. The thing didn't run on magic, so obviously he needed to recharge it, especially after that little super-kick stunt he pulled earlier. The dummy the suit was now attached to was hooked up to one of the ship's power generators and would be able to recharge its energy sources while there. Until it was fully charged, which Mach estimated would take about a day and a half, he'd just have to make due with his wheelchair in the meantime.
"Hmph," he huffed to himself while setting up the recharge, "glad to know you have such high hopes for the rest of us, Tocsax." he muttered, snarking to no one since he was alone in the room, "What was it you said? I had a 'stronger Heart than I think'? That was clearly a load of crap. You were just telling me what I wanted to hear so I'd agree to your insane request, I bet." clearly he was just venting to himself, frustrated. For all his genius, his logic, and most of all, his tech, he was still getting one-upped by the asshole with a magical sword. It really steamed him, he even slammed a fist on the right arm of his chair, "Yeah, well I could be stupidly powerful too if I was able to just ignore all the laws of science like magic does. But you know what, universe? That's just fine and dandy. You can take your magical bullcrap and shove it. I made myself able to walk again, able to run again, hell I turned myself into a goddamned superhero. No faith, no miracles, no magic whatsoever involved." who exactly was he taunting, or gloating to? Well, no one obviously, he was alone after all.
Now
The suit still recharging, Mach found himself still in his wheelchair when the Nazis of all people decided to show up. You know, because they didn't have enough problems already. Oh well, they would have had to go after them sooner or later so he supposed it wasn't that big of a deal to take them down now. Kill two birds with one stone, as it were. But when everyone else went to help repel the attack, Mach heard a beep coming from his lap that made him genuinely worry about something instead of being his usual arrogant self. Mach had brought with him with his own personal laptop from home. The reason he needed to bring it was because, as of yet, it was the only computer that allowed him to monitor his suit's status from elsewhere. And right now it was alerting him that the Nazis were trying to hack his suit.
"You German sons-a-bitches." he blurted out, opening up the laptop and beginning to type furiously on it, "Nobody, and I mean frickin' NOBODY tries to hack MY stuff and gets away with it!" unfortunately, his laptop wasn't equipped to combat the more powerful computer of a gummi cruiser... at least not by itself. Mach quickly wheeled himself up to the bridge with a cord running out of his laptop in his hand, "SorryMogIneedtoborrowthecomputerI'llgiveitrightbackthankyou!" he said talking a mile a minute. He was already plugged into the ship's computer before Mog could protest, "OK you Nazi bastards, let's see if you can hashtag-handle a dose of your own medicine." now with the processing power of the ship's computer at his disposal, he was able to amp up his own defensive software to match that of the ship's. Then he began hacking his way into the German P.A. systems, "This one's for all you Patriots out there." and began, not even kidding, blaring America - Fuck Yeah over the Nazi intercoms.
"See what happens when you mess with the Master? You get your ass trolled. Hard." once his little prank was pulled, Mach started doing some actual hacking, trying to disable security systems and just be a pain in the ass in general for the Nazis so that the efforts of Henry, Tocsax, and Joshua were a bit easier.
At the tail-end of his, er, "conversation" with Joshua, Tocsax interrupted and said something to Mach regarding Joshua. It was something to effect that Joshua was apparently their best hope of defeating The Seekers. Okay, it wasn't exactly worded like that. But that was more or less how Mach heard it and, yes, it cut pretty deep. Good thing he was wearing his helmet at the time, otherwise everyone would have been able to see just how much those words stung.
Later that same day, when everyone had returned to the ship, Mach went off by himself. Alone in one of the ship's R&D rooms, he removed the components of his suit, and then reassembled them on a mechanical dummy the Moogles had helped him make. The thing didn't run on magic, so obviously he needed to recharge it, especially after that little super-kick stunt he pulled earlier. The dummy the suit was now attached to was hooked up to one of the ship's power generators and would be able to recharge its energy sources while there. Until it was fully charged, which Mach estimated would take about a day and a half, he'd just have to make due with his wheelchair in the meantime.
"Hmph," he huffed to himself while setting up the recharge, "glad to know you have such high hopes for the rest of us, Tocsax." he muttered, snarking to no one since he was alone in the room, "What was it you said? I had a 'stronger Heart than I think'? That was clearly a load of crap. You were just telling me what I wanted to hear so I'd agree to your insane request, I bet." clearly he was just venting to himself, frustrated. For all his genius, his logic, and most of all, his tech, he was still getting one-upped by the asshole with a magical sword. It really steamed him, he even slammed a fist on the right arm of his chair, "Yeah, well I could be stupidly powerful too if I was able to just ignore all the laws of science like magic does. But you know what, universe? That's just fine and dandy. You can take your magical bullcrap and shove it. I made myself able to walk again, able to run again, hell I turned myself into a goddamned superhero. No faith, no miracles, no magic whatsoever involved." who exactly was he taunting, or gloating to? Well, no one obviously, he was alone after all.
Now
The suit still recharging, Mach found himself still in his wheelchair when the Nazis of all people decided to show up. You know, because they didn't have enough problems already. Oh well, they would have had to go after them sooner or later so he supposed it wasn't that big of a deal to take them down now. Kill two birds with one stone, as it were. But when everyone else went to help repel the attack, Mach heard a beep coming from his lap that made him genuinely worry about something instead of being his usual arrogant self. Mach had brought with him with his own personal laptop from home. The reason he needed to bring it was because, as of yet, it was the only computer that allowed him to monitor his suit's status from elsewhere. And right now it was alerting him that the Nazis were trying to hack his suit.
"You German sons-a-bitches." he blurted out, opening up the laptop and beginning to type furiously on it, "Nobody, and I mean frickin' NOBODY tries to hack MY stuff and gets away with it!" unfortunately, his laptop wasn't equipped to combat the more powerful computer of a gummi cruiser... at least not by itself. Mach quickly wheeled himself up to the bridge with a cord running out of his laptop in his hand, "SorryMogIneedtoborrowthecomputerI'llgiveitrightbackthankyou!" he said talking a mile a minute. He was already plugged into the ship's computer before Mog could protest, "OK you Nazi bastards, let's see if you can hashtag-handle a dose of your own medicine." now with the processing power of the ship's computer at his disposal, he was able to amp up his own defensive software to match that of the ship's. Then he began hacking his way into the German P.A. systems, "This one's for all you Patriots out there." and began, not even kidding, blaring America - Fuck Yeah over the Nazi intercoms.
"See what happens when you mess with the Master? You get your ass trolled. Hard." once his little prank was pulled, Mach started doing some actual hacking, trying to disable security systems and just be a pain in the ass in general for the Nazis so that the efforts of Henry, Tocsax, and Joshua were a bit easier.
@Sigil
Well, I couldn't help but notice that Relics depend on Mystics to even exist in the first place. Someone has to be responsible for creating and enchanting those nice magical items. So the idea I'm having a Relic hero who is basically being supplied with items of power by a Mystical benefactor.
Well, I couldn't help but notice that Relics depend on Mystics to even exist in the first place. Someone has to be responsible for creating and enchanting those nice magical items. So the idea I'm having a Relic hero who is basically being supplied with items of power by a Mystical benefactor.
So, I'm noticing a distinct lack of Mystic/Relic characters and I just so happen to be more than happy to supply one. Assuming of course you're still taking fresh meat?
Glider looked like he was about chirp a protest to what Ian had said, but thankfully Trey cut him off, "You're probably right. Looks like we'll just have come back some other time." he was disappointed, sure, but he still had the whole town, the Region itself even, to explore still so he wasn't about to let this get him down.
"So where exactly is the Lab, anyway?" Trey wondered aloud to himself, "I don't think we passed it by yet, so we can't be far from it, right?" he reasoned, coming to the conclusion that the lab must have been relatively close to the Gym. It made sense in his mind, at least.
"So where exactly is the Lab, anyway?" Trey wondered aloud to himself, "I don't think we passed it by yet, so we can't be far from it, right?" he reasoned, coming to the conclusion that the lab must have been relatively close to the Gym. It made sense in his mind, at least.
Is the hacking coming from our Cruiser or the German one?
When Tocsax stepped in to provide a not-so-snarky explanation of the situation, Mach grabbed his helmet put it back on. And then Joshua gave his response. No one could see it, but Mach rolled his eyes under his helmet. This guy was really starting to sound like an absolute prick. Even when he was offering to join their quest, he apparently felt the need to do it in the most backhanded way imaginable. Finally having enough, Mach stepped back up to Joshua and gave him a total death-stare from behind his visor, "You know, I don't think I want your help." he said, deciding to briefly drop his snarky shenanigans and be blunt for a change.
"You're arrogant, you clearly don't give a crap about any of us or our mission, so why should I even trust you?" he went on, not relenting in his explaining just why he hated the man's guts, "And on top of everything else, you're kind of an asshole." Yes, it was true that he himself was known to be an arrogant ass, but the difference between the two of them was that, unlike Joshua, at least Mach actually gave a crap about others. Sure, Tocsax had to do a little brow-beating to convince him to join up, but Mach did in fact join the mission out of a genuine desire to help the universe. This asshole? He just cared about protecting his little girlfriend and was more likely to stab them all in the back if he had to choose between them and her. That made him a liability, and Mach made it pretty clear that he had no intention of working with anyone he considered a liability.
"You're arrogant, you clearly don't give a crap about any of us or our mission, so why should I even trust you?" he went on, not relenting in his explaining just why he hated the man's guts, "And on top of everything else, you're kind of an asshole." Yes, it was true that he himself was known to be an arrogant ass, but the difference between the two of them was that, unlike Joshua, at least Mach actually gave a crap about others. Sure, Tocsax had to do a little brow-beating to convince him to join up, but Mach did in fact join the mission out of a genuine desire to help the universe. This asshole? He just cared about protecting his little girlfriend and was more likely to stab them all in the back if he had to choose between them and her. That made him a liability, and Mach made it pretty clear that he had no intention of working with anyone he considered a liability.
Name: Cyrus Grimm
Age: 27
Species: Human
Appearance:
Keyblades:
Keyblade Powers:
Heart type: Valorous
Spells: Haste, Protect, Reflect
Bio: The Keyblade War is often spoken of as a great calamity, but that alone is an inadequate portrayal of just how horrible it was. Cyrus Grimm is one of a few who can truly testify to the horrors of the Keyblade War. Originally born in Radiant Garden, Cyrus first summoned a Keyblade at the tender age of 14. A young boy becoming a Wielder of the Keyblade may seem innocent enough at first glance, but then one realizes that it happened during the height of what would become known as the most calamitous war in history. Only then is the reality of Cyrus's life truly understood.
He was almost immediately drawn into the conflict. Various players in the war would always be on the lookout for fresh Keyblade Wielders they could manipulate for their own agenda, which was always to obtain the forbidden X-blade. Cyrus was no exception, and soon found himself with only one terrible choice: fight... or die. The choice was obvious, and Cyrus became one of many child soldiers participating in the conflict. Among other young Wielders, there was another who also hailed from Radiant Garden, a boy named Ren. Fighting under the same faction, Cyrus and Ren became fast friends.
But war has an unfortunate tendency to destroy families and friendships. While Ren increasingly detested the violence and soon just wanted to make it end, Cyrus began to see it as a necessary evil. By then the two had been fighting in the war for a few years, and Cyrus was definitely being changed by the experience. Where before he fought simply for his own survival, some time after his first official kill, he began to fight with increasing callous toward his enemies. Such was his coldness that others in the conflict began to call him by a different name, one reflective of the scythe-like nature of his Keyblade: The Grimm Reaper.
Cyrus, like Ren, wanted to put an end to the chaos. But that was where similarities between the two became skewed. Ren wanted to end the war through peace, but Cyrus believed that only the X-blade had the power to end the suffering. As such, the two drifted apart and a battle between the two became an inevitability. Fight they did, their battle even becoming a famous affair after the fact, and the battle ended with Cyrus killing the man he once called his best friend. Cyrus, though hardened by the war, was not so cruel as to not show respect to his former friend as he held the dying Ren in his arms. As it turned out, Cyrus's victory was due to Ren's unwillingness to fight, him even actively pulling his punches and essentially allowing his friend to kill him if that meant an ending to the war.
In his last moments, Ren said these dying words to his former friend, "Even as my enemy, there is none with whom I would more gladly entrust my heart. Take it, my blade, and use them to finally put an end to this bloody conflict." Thus Cyrus, after killing Ren, took upon him his friend's heart and, with it, inherited Ren's Keyblade, which he henceforth named Trusted Heart. Throughout the war, Cyrus had become well-known for wearing a dark cloak, especially after he became known as the Grimm Reaper, but he discarded that name and that persona after Ren's death. Instead he began to wear the attire of his fallen friend, a set of red armor along with a long, crimson scarf.
In honor of his fallen friend, Cyrus took it upon himself to carry on Ren's goal of ending the war and restoring peace. This goal has brought him to Twilight Town, a world that thus far managed to remain completely untouched by the violence of the Keyblade War.
Theme: Simon Blackquill ~ Distorted Swordsmanship
Age: 27
Species: Human
Appearance:
Keyblades:
Keyblade Powers:
Heart type: Valorous
Spells: Haste, Protect, Reflect
Bio: The Keyblade War is often spoken of as a great calamity, but that alone is an inadequate portrayal of just how horrible it was. Cyrus Grimm is one of a few who can truly testify to the horrors of the Keyblade War. Originally born in Radiant Garden, Cyrus first summoned a Keyblade at the tender age of 14. A young boy becoming a Wielder of the Keyblade may seem innocent enough at first glance, but then one realizes that it happened during the height of what would become known as the most calamitous war in history. Only then is the reality of Cyrus's life truly understood.
He was almost immediately drawn into the conflict. Various players in the war would always be on the lookout for fresh Keyblade Wielders they could manipulate for their own agenda, which was always to obtain the forbidden X-blade. Cyrus was no exception, and soon found himself with only one terrible choice: fight... or die. The choice was obvious, and Cyrus became one of many child soldiers participating in the conflict. Among other young Wielders, there was another who also hailed from Radiant Garden, a boy named Ren. Fighting under the same faction, Cyrus and Ren became fast friends.
But war has an unfortunate tendency to destroy families and friendships. While Ren increasingly detested the violence and soon just wanted to make it end, Cyrus began to see it as a necessary evil. By then the two had been fighting in the war for a few years, and Cyrus was definitely being changed by the experience. Where before he fought simply for his own survival, some time after his first official kill, he began to fight with increasing callous toward his enemies. Such was his coldness that others in the conflict began to call him by a different name, one reflective of the scythe-like nature of his Keyblade: The Grimm Reaper.
Cyrus, like Ren, wanted to put an end to the chaos. But that was where similarities between the two became skewed. Ren wanted to end the war through peace, but Cyrus believed that only the X-blade had the power to end the suffering. As such, the two drifted apart and a battle between the two became an inevitability. Fight they did, their battle even becoming a famous affair after the fact, and the battle ended with Cyrus killing the man he once called his best friend. Cyrus, though hardened by the war, was not so cruel as to not show respect to his former friend as he held the dying Ren in his arms. As it turned out, Cyrus's victory was due to Ren's unwillingness to fight, him even actively pulling his punches and essentially allowing his friend to kill him if that meant an ending to the war.
In his last moments, Ren said these dying words to his former friend, "Even as my enemy, there is none with whom I would more gladly entrust my heart. Take it, my blade, and use them to finally put an end to this bloody conflict." Thus Cyrus, after killing Ren, took upon him his friend's heart and, with it, inherited Ren's Keyblade, which he henceforth named Trusted Heart. Throughout the war, Cyrus had become well-known for wearing a dark cloak, especially after he became known as the Grimm Reaper, but he discarded that name and that persona after Ren's death. Instead he began to wear the attire of his fallen friend, a set of red armor along with a long, crimson scarf.
In honor of his fallen friend, Cyrus took it upon himself to carry on Ren's goal of ending the war and restoring peace. This goal has brought him to Twilight Town, a world that thus far managed to remain completely untouched by the violence of the Keyblade War.
Theme: Simon Blackquill ~ Distorted Swordsmanship
CS is done.
How long has the war been going on?
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