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Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl monster-fighting RP signups and interest check relaunch!

Don't quote me, but I think it's still accepting.

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl monster-fighting RP signups and interest check relaunch!

Well, technically there's still radiation, it's just heat rather than alpha, beta, or gamma radiation :p

Also, I'm not sure giant monsters have that kind of visible muscle movement, which I think is how Holmes does his 'precognition' besides having a decent understanding of his opponent's fighting style.

Into the Maw: Space Command

And finally got my intro post up. Huzzah for the ship of misfits.

Into the Maw: Space Command

The Mittnick was abustle with activity, lights flashing, radar sweeps returning to brightly glowing screens. At least the wiring wasn't sparking anymore, which was a relief to those on the bridge who ran the ship, both humans and not. Because, as Dane thought to himself sarcastically, they needed this clustered command center, strewn with spare parts of exposed innards, to be even more dangerous than it already was.

Of course, that wasn't the only reason things were abustle, Another reason would be the news, and the way the entire comm band seemed like it was having an epileptic fit with the sheer amount of transmissions coming across. As if the images of battle they were getting weren't bad enough.

"Alright, how are we doing," Dane asked, looking over his wired crew, each of them working at their consoles with augments and other techno wizardry he didn't claim to understand. As long as they did what he told them to do, things would be alright, as far as he was concerned.

Holographic generators on the bridge hummed to life, allowing a projection of a sigil, representing Fienze, the ship's AI unit, to appear. "All systems appear to be operating at nominal functionality. Cloak is ready to activate, and I calculate a 95 percent chance that activation will not release a burst of radiation that kills all you mere humans within an hour, as well as a 47 percent chance that it does not release a burst of radiation that renders the entire crew sterile."

"That's a pleasant thought," Varrick, the weapons console operator, commented from his station.

"Well, it's not like he cares, he's an AI," Travess, the comm/sensors/scanning guy, said from his seat. "It's not like he actually need sus here to fly the ship or anything. We're just the backups."

"Very skilled backups,"Alyxis, the pilot of the vessel, chimed in from where she sat. She was possibly the most rigged up of all of them, a visor over her face that gave her full access to ships cameras. "Besides, far as I'm concerned, you being removed from the gene pool wouldn't be a bad thing. Darwinian selection at it's finest."

Dane suppressed a sigh as he listened to them. This was the sort of thing he had to deal with every day, and this was only the verbal communications. Given how teched up the crew was, they could get a lot worse with their technological access, and he didn't need that. He was very unsure as to whether he was being rewarded or punished at this point. And this was why he didn't enjoy politics.

He interceded before this went anywhere else that he really didn't need to hear. "Travess, get me a sitrep on what's going on out there."

"On it," the man replied and got to work. Said work lapsed on, as the rest of the bridge crew sat waiting for him to let them in on what was happening.

"So, should I go get a book or something, Varrick asked. "At this rate we'll be here all day."

"Yeah, well maybe if people would stop using the ship's network to download catgirl porn, I'd be able to work that much faster," Travess complained as he worked, neural uplinks running at full speed as he fingers danced across keypads.

"Oh come on, that happened one time," Alyxis complained from her console, working just as rapidly as he was. "I was doing biological research. Very hush hush and classified. It's not my fault you people are perverts who get a rush out of hacking and spying on other people."

"Says the person downloading porn on a military data network," Travess shot back.

Dane spoke up then before the argument could escalate in one of the two launching a cyber attack on the other or otherwise trying to hack/spam the other, activities which would affect their performance significantly to say the least. "Excuse me, can we focus on the mission? I'd prefer living to getting ourselves blown up because you were too busy fighting each other more than the enemy."

"Right. Anyway, the Thresh are attacking, as you may have noticed. The Moon and Gaia Station are under attack right now, because for some reason the Thresh decided it would be wisest to attack our defenses where we were strongest, rather than where we were weakest like a sane military commander. Ships are rallying to the defense, people are getting stranded and cut off, and the defense is running around like chickens with their heads cut off while Earthside yells at people," Firenze said, stealing Travess's thunder, for which the man was very unamused.

"Seriously, can you at least pretend I'm here to do something," Travess asked Firenze from where he sat.

The sigil of the AI flared up onto his monitor, annoyingly, from his perspective, before it replied. "I'm sorry, did I hurt your human feelings? Here, let me make it up to you." Before Travess could respond, a rapid fire slide show of internet meme's began to run across the screen, and through his neural links before he managed to shut it off.

"God, I swear some day I am just gonna wipe you from the system, and I am going to enjoy it," Travess threatened, though all were aware it was am impotent threat at best. Even if he could, he'd end up on the first prison ship to Pluto, or any number of otherwise undesirable locations in the solar system.

"Focus," Dane interrupted once more. "Alyxis, get us moving, take us towards the combat zone under cloak, see if we can get in the enemies rear and lay some havoc. Travess, get jamming up, see if we can intercept any useful communications. Varrick, have weapons ready."

"Got it." "On it." "Alright." Acknowledgements given, the engines of the Mittnick flared, disguised by the cloak that shimmered into place as the vessel exited Earth's shadow and headed towards the warzone. A dangerous place, but one they needed to be. It wasn't like they had a choice in the matter. If Earth fell, the war would be over, and they couldn't let that happen. And so, they took the plunge

Character Crossover Crisis City

Ah well, so this man wasn't the Asgard. No real loss on Ba'al's part, since it didn't otherwise waste his time or lose him the chance to gain any useful information. Whether he was or not wouldn't have mattered, because the only information Ba'al had to go on was old Earth legends, created by Christian monks, or something like that, so they could have been skewed any which way.

Still, he had his answer, and Ba'al was content as he followed the group out into the impromptu street carnival that had developed outside, the collective inhabitants of the city as eclectic and varied as the buildings themselves, and so too were the attractions. He did note the change in the tower, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that eventually the white would reach the top when they were at the end of the trials.

For the moment though, Ba'al wandered the streets, taking in the sights and sounds, the chatter of the people. He was a bit alarmed that they were apparently the group to fastest clear the first trial, since it hadn't been exactly smooth sailing. That didn't bode well in the future, at least as far as he was concerned. Who knew what they would have to do in the future, and things would most certainly get harder going on. Still, he was a Goa'uld, he could manage anything that came up.

He was a God though, and after that workout he needed some sustenance, so he partook in some food, and walked, spotting other Challengers going about their own enjoyment, all the more lucky to get free stuff because they were Challengers. He observed, he learned. Who knew when this knowledge might be useful after all. So he went on, and looked for something that might present itself as interesting, though no such luck for the moment.

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl monster-fighting RP signups and interest check relaunch!

Huzzah for mother Russia. We'll show the West how it's done. With my tech genius and your ability to...I dunno, cause nuclear fission and seamlessly merge things on an atomic level, we will be unstoppable.

Into the Maw: Space Command

I'll get a post up soonish, I guess. holidays and all.

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl monster-fighting RP signups and interest check relaunch!

And here we go. A slightly different pace from last time.

Name: Klara Zakharov
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: In Magitech
Personality: Quiet, bookishly smart. Puts up a cold exterior to hide a generally shy nature, and tries to not get close to people. When working with or talking about machines though, becomes animated, alive, energetic when working with machines, determined, even protective, and she has a tendency to ignore people. One could say that she's almost like two separate people.
Brief Backstory: Born in Izhvesk, Klara grew up to the clatter of machinery and the sound of hissing metal. Her father worked in the factories, producing guns and weapons to feed his family, while mother cared for her at home, with her two older brothers, who went to do the same thing, or left to find other prospects.

Perhaps because of that age gap between siblings, or just some tick of her personality, Klara was never quite good at making friends. This maintained itself through primary education, where she was secluded from most of the social groups. But she didn't mind, as her affinity for machinery and mechanics presented itself, stripping things down to see how they worked, using spare parts to build new devices, things like that which drove her mother crazy, but which she would admit was better than smoking and drinking vodka.

She wasn't all that affected by the arrival of the Nephilim, which missed where she lived, fortunately, but she did follow the developments coming from that. It drove her desire to improve, and she quickly distinguished herself in engineering clubs, spending after school time, and building competitions, even submitting to some technical magazines

Eventually her skills brought her to the attention of the provincial government, who funded her attending a technical school. It was there that she was approached by SEED, offered the opportunity to work with the cutting edge in technology and military weaponry. And faced with that, how could she say no? She quickly accepted, and with a goodbye to her family, was taken to Tokyo, where she has been studying and wondering when she will get to have some hands on experience.
Abilities: A mechanical genius, also a decent hacker and computer technician, good at welding and construction
Powers: With her focus on tools and equipment, Klara's power is the ability to manipulate electrical currents, as well as energy. This allows her to power devices using her bioelectrical energy, as well as shut them down by denying them energy, manipulating them to do what she wants to activate certain functions (including hacking).

In combat, this manifests itself as the ability to control machines, as well as the ability to shoot bolts of lightning. This does have the drawback in that it can be draining on her own energy to do so in significant amounts. But it is very devastating when she uses it.
Weapon(s): Her Magitech armor is the epitome in technology, making her capable of powered flight, and advanced combat. She uses a three pronged blade for close in combat, whilst built in semiautomatic weapons give her ranged capacity. She also can carry explosives and other devices to aid her in combat in the storage space in her armor.

It has a limited shielding capacity, which converts enemy energy based attacks and converts them into electrical energy, stored in buffers, which she can draw on to power her lightning attacks, or the suit in general. Exposure to excessive or repeated attacks will overload the shields though, and they do not cover her entire body.

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl monster-fighting RP signups and interest check relaunch!

Voicing my continued interest. Just need to see about that character concept.

The Heroes of Beacon

The halls were decently occupied, people moving to explore whilst conversing, and Tai weaved through them like a leave on the breeze, his presence unnoticed or uncommented on. He didn't mind that too much, since he hardly could have expected less from the people here. They were too busy getting to know their teammates and each other to strike up a random conversation without someone walking by, at least if they were rational

Still, sometimes he had his doubts about himself. He was calm, at peace, but was that really what he wanted to be. At times, it seemed like he would walk through life without leaving an impact, some mark to indicate he was here. Would people miss him when his time eventually came, or would he just be remembered as the quiet one who did yoga on the front lawn in the morning? The thought was unexpected disturbing to the boy.

But laying that question aside, he entered the cafeteria. It wasn't filled to capacity by any stretch of the term, but there were a few people in it. Moving past them, Tai went up to get his food. It was simple affair, an apple, a small cup of water, but he wasn't very hungry at this point. If he needed more, he could get some later, and he wasn't disposed to waste food by taking in excess.

Meal in hand, he went to one of the empty tables and sat down there, by himself. He took small, measured bites as he looked around the room, occasionally adding a sip of water as he watched to see what happened. A passive bystander, as always.