Eisenhorn

OAK Order of Arcane Knights.(Open!)

Alrighty, getting onto a CS now, it all looks like good stuff to work from.

OAK Order of Arcane Knights. (Full)

Seems like it could be interesting, to say the least. I'm game.

Project Freelancer

Penn had, once prepping the Bombgoose for its final destination, watched as Carolina opened up on the guards and took off. Penn had another plan, heading for the higher decks of the armory, skulking along at the commotion and laying down the rest of his explosives in the undamaged ammo lines. Calmly walking, he heard yelling behind him and several rounds pinged by him, including off his armor. Well, that was rude, he turned and raised his grenade launcher towards the offending security personnel. The paintjob didn't come cheap, after all. The weapon's familiar recoil thumped into his shoulder as he sent the grenade apparently wide of its target, the round detonating and setting off another chain reaction of explosions that he had just so carefully laid out. Just as planned. Of course, the ammo cooking off took care of the people coming after him, but that was icing on the cake, as it were.

Glancing down towards the main deck of the armory, he spotted the prototype flying along and Penn rolled his eyes as he hopped down an access hatch and grabbed the Mongoose that was not already well and gone beyond anything he would ever want to be near right now. Kicking it into gear he sped out near the Mantis and made a loose saluting gesture towards Carolina, before pointing the grenade launcher back and launching another round back and effectively dumping grenades behind him, pins obviously not in place to prevent their detonation. This added to the chaos of their escape, as did pretty much every explosive device that Penn had left being dumped and detonated as hostiles chasing them reached each impromptu landmine. Between that and the rapidly depleted Mantis, it created quite the nightmare for the enemy forces. Arriving at the Pelican alongside the Mantis, he pulled up in the Mongoose and turned it to provide some small cover, kneeling behind it and starting to fire every last grenade he had for his launcher towards enemy groups, and when he ran dry on those, fell back on his pistols and took his time firing those, making rounds count.

"Penn, reporting."

Fire Emblem: Light's End

Jerod

The mercenary quietly patted himself down as the crazy princess sister of the Lad himself cast her healing magic on him. That made things quite a bit easier, that much was certain. Standing up with a grunt, he cracked his knuckles with a grin. Good as new, well, good as he was going to get at any rate. Of course there was a string attached to her patching him up, which was certainly expected, and he shrugged as he looked over towards the lad as he stormed off in the general direction of the old Grandmaster fellow. Oh he saw a bad decision before the princess asked him to even intervene, and as the mounted knight fellow made his own comment towards Jacob, he doubted polite and hands off would stop the lad. Because words don't arrest momentum, after all. Jerod sighed and nodded towards the princess, muttering an aside to her as he utilized greater stride length and increased momentum to close their distance before the Lad himself could get into some real trouble.

"Aye lass, ah can stop th' champion o' naga from doin' somethin' stupid thi' time. Consider it on t'e 'ouse, savvy?"

Jerod wasted no time catching up with Jacob, resting a hand on his shoulder and stopping, his firm grip and heavy handed approach arresting the lads momentum, or at least intending to. He spoke quietly to the lad, the relatively older and wiser mercenary intending to impart some wisdom on the lad, especially considering what he intended to do. He didn't try to be subtle about it either, even if he wasn't yelling or being belligerent about it. Could he stop the lad by force? Possibly, especially considering the situation at hand he would have the drop on him, but that didn't mean he had any interest in sucker punching the Champion of Naga and hauling his unconscious ass off the battlefield. He would need collateral pay for that. The main goal was to get him to walk away, simmer down, and not do something stupid. He was too honest for his own good, dishonest ones you could trust in being dishonest. It was the honest ones that worried him, they tended to do stupid things in the name of honor and chivalry.

"Jacob, ah wouldn' advise goin' after th' Grandmaster, savvy? 'e 'as got years o' experience and trainin' in t'e very same field as ye, and yer blinded by rage and grief. 'e has the tactical advantage in both experience and state o' mind, aye? Ye really wan' t' butt 'eads with 'im, cool down and t'ink about yer approach, ah wouldn' go fer 'im w'en 'e is expectin' violence an combat. Drop 'im w'en 'e is womanizin', eh?"

It was a fair bit more direct and invasive than what the horseman attempted, but invasive was needed when emotions were rampant.

Niya

"You are correct, mage, I am technically unarmed as a healer. But I have faith our talented Ser Knight would be able to handle anything that came our way."

Of course, once Marius went about starting to head back towards the convoy of the Shepards, the healer decided right about then that she would be tagging along regardless of whether they wanted her or not, so she fell in trot alongside Marius, and spoke quietly to him, as she assumed he would be the second in command of this rag tag band of heroes, renegades, and mercenaries. Quite a colorful group, really, from what she had seen so far.

"Sir, assuming it is safe to consider you a second in command, I am volunteering my aid as a mounted healer toward your band of fighters. Any questions you might have, I can answer within reason."

Fire Emblem: Light's End

Groovy, as usual, once Dedonus posts, I shall as well.

Miso City Secondary: Escapades and Dramas?

I apologize for the lack of posting or real interaction, just getting finished moving from Connecticut to Georgia, so that has been a bit time consuming.

Miso City Secondary: Escapades and Dramas?

Stukov had vanished, as was often what someone of his nature did. What he was actually doing was not something mentioned in polite company, but the renegade fire truck soon crashed, all of its wheels seeming to have suffered the tragic and unfortunate fate of all rupturing at precisely the same time. The normal solution would have been far too obvious for the Russian boy's tastes, at least in this situation where far too many people were around. Of course, the cops who had been at least half assed in their pursuit of the fire truck caught up to the vehicle, now on its side without a single tire to its name anymore, and would deal with whatever insane bull that was coming out of the man, or woman's, mouth. He didn't really concern himself with it, whistling to himself as he walked out of an alley just ahead of the group heading towards the school, shooting his boss a huge shit eating grin.

"Problem solved, boss! You lot sure move slow, don't you? It's like none of you want to be here!"

The Russian exchange student laughed his ass off at the little comment. Was it blatant cheating on his part that he beat them there? Oh absolutely, and a gross abuse of his talents. He had missed the runners, or had not acknowledged their existence, either was perfectly possible from the far too cheery Russian. Looking over the situation, he rolled his eyes at Akane and commented from where he was as they moved, considering she was vice gripped onto the boy. Ruki was laughing about it and, accordingly, Yoshino was giving zero fucks. Which really left it to him, again, to say something about the matter. He used his own nickname for Akane, considering that working for Yoshino did expose him to the most fascinating characters, Akane included.

"Sumrak, you really needn't be running around vicing onto someone's arm to the point of cutting off blood flow, da?"

Deep Ground

Hmm, sticking to the source material when possible, but artistic license is understandable when it can't be replicated, or would look better for a specific scene.

Miso City Secondary: Escapades and Dramas?

Stukov was smiling as he watched the back and forth between the cop and 'hostage' taker before the cop foisted the bullhorn and badge onto one of the other school goers and stormed off, complaining all the way and causing a breakdown in the robber. The group of folks outside seemed to be debating what was going on, and he almost didn't hear Yoshino's question, noting what he was seeing going on outside. He laughed at the whole mess, at the criminal, the cops, all of them. He loved when days started out comedic like this, it couldn't possibly go down hill from here. Well, it could, but where was the fun in thinking like that? There wasn't any, so all ahead full with the optimism. He finally responded to Yoshino not by answering her question, but asking another of his own. "Hey, boss, some of those guys out there look familiar, da? Think we should go say hey? We aren't anywhere close to a minute near the school anyways, might as well take our time! Oh, and criminal guy, banks might get your more attention then toy stores, da?"

Deep Ground

The Colonel overlooked the wrecked transport, and he could see it had not gone down nicely. Moving fast, the aging sniper was able to get into overlook to see the next two patrolmen get nailed by his apprentice. Good, and from the sounds of it, two more were left from her report. Slinging his rifle over his back, he produced an ancient looking weapon. It was still a single action revolver, that much was not wrong. However, the weapon was firing a modern ammunition, the closest analogue for quick thought was a gyrojet ammunition. The weapon fired with little recoil, only the kick of the munition rocketing itself out of the weapon, which made itself a rather high accuracy tool. Slow firing, due to its nature, but it was deceptively designed, and that had saved his life when modern looking firearms would not have been able to compare.

"Copy, two left. Approaching the wrecked craft now, let's see what's left inside..."

Sliding down the rubble, he trained the pistol on the one man who was left taking cover from the directional fire that had come from Sable, pistol barking as the round whizzed through the air, punching clean through the armor the man was wearing, the spinning and design of the munition burrowing through the armor and carrying well through it. Easy day, that one. No one else was surrounding the craft right now, just a bunch of corpses, and he moved towards the ramp, next round chambered just in case there was trouble inside the transport, someone hiding in wait to ambush either sniper if they came to smoke out any more survivors. He found a survivor alright, but from his position and groaning, he was in no position to really fight right now.

"Got a survivor, barely conscious currently, sweep and clear, then catch up. We take what we can carry and bug out."

Lighting a cigar the Colonel kept his revolver trained on the remaining trooper, not letting himself get distracted by the commonplace thoughts of how a man in such a position would be no threat, which usually preceded said 'no threat' turning around and blasting whatever was foolish enough to think that into pieces. RIP, indeed. But taking a trooper alive could prove useful, if for no other reason than information and bait. So he kept the weapon trained on the trooper, voice decidedly lacking in accent as he addressed the man as consciousness found him.

"Wrong day to come to work, son. No flashy, sudden movements. Hell, you can stay right where you are right now. Listen to me, and you might get to see someplace warm and safe again before the afterlife."