Or side with the Kolons now surrounding her and live a life time of fun and happiness.
She'll have to get back to you on that.
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She'll have to get back to you on that.
And now Ruiko is in a conundrum, isn't she? Side with Nova and potentially get natural Esper powers without the Level Upper (And without the mental side effects that come from being a psyker in WH40K, presumably), or side with the Ethereal because he has Mikoto with him. Decisions, decisions....
Name: Alistair Ryazan
Rank: Corporal
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 285 lbs
Known Medical conditions: None
Bio: Born on Rohini Nova, Alistair entered the military in the pursuit of a better life, and to get away from a looming future as a farmer or factory worked, like had been his parent's fate before him. He established himself as a hard worker with a dry wit, and managed to work his way up through the ranks until he was appointed to the ESS Hanson as a tactical officer. Now, he faces a situation that will test him to the limit.
How you got here: Works on the bridge
Rank: Corporal
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 285 lbs
Known Medical conditions: None
Bio: Born on Rohini Nova, Alistair entered the military in the pursuit of a better life, and to get away from a looming future as a farmer or factory worked, like had been his parent's fate before him. He established himself as a hard worker with a dry wit, and managed to work his way up through the ranks until he was appointed to the ESS Hanson as a tactical officer. Now, he faces a situation that will test him to the limit.
How you got here: Works on the bridge
I recall somebody in the series trying that, it doesn't work.
And he doesn't have one left regardless if he plays it smart.
'Obey me' is too vague a command to be ironclad, Servants can resist it if they want. All that happens is that they get a nerf to their abilities if they don't obey.
A better command would be 'You will not harm your master'. Which would solve the immediate problem, though I doubt it would ensure that Roland bothers saving your butt if you get attacked by another servant.
Ruiko does not appreciate being continually manhandled telekinetically.
Welp, technically the War hasn't even started yet and we're already headed towards our first fatality. Fun.
Oh, and waiting on @Arisphadrel to post
Oh, and waiting on @Arisphadrel to post
And there we go. Some Alca-Noise, just for our two Gear users to freak out about. 
Tailred - Attacked VIllage
The train pulled to a stop at their destination and Tailred was off, joining the others in rushing forward as she surveyed the scene. There were a lot of people here already, helping to fight and dealing with the thugs and criminals that had been terrorizing the people. But some help couldn't hurt, right? Certainly that seemed to be the view of her companions.
So with a cry she joined the fight, twintails flying in the air as she went on the attack. A devastating kick would send a mook flying, her refraining from using her sword at the moment. These weren't Ultimagil after all, so that might be a bit excessive. As it stood she had the feeling that she could handle it anyway. Certainly no one else seemed like they were having trouble here.
She went to it with a fury, high powered kicks and punches throwing villains into ground smashing craters. Not as impressive as the Ultimagil, admittedly, but she doubted that she would have another opportunity like that. For now it was time to show these people what twintail power could do.
Garie - Other Attacked Village
It was a quick boat ride over, and soon enough Garie found herself in some quaint medieval village. It was pathetic really, since they seemed to have the run of the place for the moment. Why did any of this matter to anyone who actually cared? It wasn't as though they were putting up a significant fight, beyond some off in the distance, and not near her.
Still, now that she was here she might as well help out. It might spur out some opponents that would be worth her time and effort to beat. And as far as she was concerned, that would be good enough. Those gangs couldn't expect any better from her.
Of course, she wouldn't do it herself. Instead, she reached into a pocket to produce several blueish crystals, with glowing red dots in the center of them. "Time to have some fun," she said to herself as she tossed them, the crystals landing all around. On contact with the ground they would shatter, dissipating into nothingness. A second or so later red sigils would form, magical circles made in gathered hexes on the ground. From them a multitude of colorful creatures would appear, all of them at her beck and call. They were alca-Noise, specially created by Carol, their white weapons capable of destroying anything, eventually, even if they lacked the usual Noise resistance to everything that wasn't a Gear.
With a wave she would send them forth, a relentless horde that began to lash out and destroy everything in their path. Meanwhile, she moved off to the side and waited, a grin poised across her features at the same time. She was looking forward to seeing what responded to the bait.
The train pulled to a stop at their destination and Tailred was off, joining the others in rushing forward as she surveyed the scene. There were a lot of people here already, helping to fight and dealing with the thugs and criminals that had been terrorizing the people. But some help couldn't hurt, right? Certainly that seemed to be the view of her companions.
So with a cry she joined the fight, twintails flying in the air as she went on the attack. A devastating kick would send a mook flying, her refraining from using her sword at the moment. These weren't Ultimagil after all, so that might be a bit excessive. As it stood she had the feeling that she could handle it anyway. Certainly no one else seemed like they were having trouble here.
She went to it with a fury, high powered kicks and punches throwing villains into ground smashing craters. Not as impressive as the Ultimagil, admittedly, but she doubted that she would have another opportunity like that. For now it was time to show these people what twintail power could do.
Garie - Other Attacked Village
It was a quick boat ride over, and soon enough Garie found herself in some quaint medieval village. It was pathetic really, since they seemed to have the run of the place for the moment. Why did any of this matter to anyone who actually cared? It wasn't as though they were putting up a significant fight, beyond some off in the distance, and not near her.
Still, now that she was here she might as well help out. It might spur out some opponents that would be worth her time and effort to beat. And as far as she was concerned, that would be good enough. Those gangs couldn't expect any better from her.
Of course, she wouldn't do it herself. Instead, she reached into a pocket to produce several blueish crystals, with glowing red dots in the center of them. "Time to have some fun," she said to herself as she tossed them, the crystals landing all around. On contact with the ground they would shatter, dissipating into nothingness. A second or so later red sigils would form, magical circles made in gathered hexes on the ground. From them a multitude of colorful creatures would appear, all of them at her beck and call. They were alca-Noise, specially created by Carol, their white weapons capable of destroying anything, eventually, even if they lacked the usual Noise resistance to everything that wasn't a Gear.
With a wave she would send them forth, a relentless horde that began to lash out and destroy everything in their path. Meanwhile, she moved off to the side and waited, a grin poised across her features at the same time. She was looking forward to seeing what responded to the bait.
Name: Vivian Arcadia
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 32
Rank: Lieutenant
Weapons: Arm mounted nanoblade, plasma rifle, grenades, pistol
Equipment: Extensive augmentations granting increased speed, strength, etc. Visor HUD with night vision, infrared, etc. Grapple gun, life support equipment.
Occupation: Soldier, Special Forces
Appearance:
Personality: Vivian is cold, impersonal, and to the point. While she may display the occasional bit of humor or sarcasm, she is very much focused on the task at hand. She does not relish fighting, but devotes her full effort to whatever task is at hand. She respects the enemy but still holds herself superior, and is silently prideful in her own ability. All in all, she is someone to make a soldier proud.
Bio: Born on the colony world of Antares Prime, Vivian grew up as the sole child of a mother who worked as a researcher, and a father who worked as an author. It was a busy childhood, and once she was old enough she sprang for the military, going off to join in order to escape home and to go see the universe. With such overbearing parents, it was practically a dream.
She served well, and got exactly what she wanted. Until the war began. It was during the battle of Veridian II that she was seriously injured in an explosion during a staged evacuation. She was rescued and brought to a specialized facility, where she was implanted with experimental augments, to make a new kind of soldier for this war. It was successful, and soon enough she returned to the war. Now she fights, to keep humanity safe and to bring the war to a swift and decisive end, in their favor.
Theme song: Rise of the Machines I dunno, I'm not good at this sort of thing.
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 32
Rank: Lieutenant
Weapons: Arm mounted nanoblade, plasma rifle, grenades, pistol
Equipment: Extensive augmentations granting increased speed, strength, etc. Visor HUD with night vision, infrared, etc. Grapple gun, life support equipment.
Occupation: Soldier, Special Forces
Appearance:
Personality: Vivian is cold, impersonal, and to the point. While she may display the occasional bit of humor or sarcasm, she is very much focused on the task at hand. She does not relish fighting, but devotes her full effort to whatever task is at hand. She respects the enemy but still holds herself superior, and is silently prideful in her own ability. All in all, she is someone to make a soldier proud.
Bio: Born on the colony world of Antares Prime, Vivian grew up as the sole child of a mother who worked as a researcher, and a father who worked as an author. It was a busy childhood, and once she was old enough she sprang for the military, going off to join in order to escape home and to go see the universe. With such overbearing parents, it was practically a dream.
She served well, and got exactly what she wanted. Until the war began. It was during the battle of Veridian II that she was seriously injured in an explosion during a staged evacuation. She was rescued and brought to a specialized facility, where she was implanted with experimental augments, to make a new kind of soldier for this war. It was successful, and soon enough she returned to the war. Now she fights, to keep humanity safe and to bring the war to a swift and decisive end, in their favor.
Theme song: Rise of the Machines I dunno, I'm not good at this sort of thing.
And here we go.
Name: Alistair Ryazan
Rank: Corporal
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 285 lbs
Known Medical conditions: None
Bio: Born on Rohini Nova, Alistair entered the military in the pursuit of a better life, and to get away from a looming future as a farmer or factory worked, like had been his parent's fate before him. He established himself as a hard worker with a dry wit, and managed to work his way up through the ranks until he was appointed to the ESS Hanson as a tactical officer. Now, he faces a situation that will test him to the limit.
How you got here: Works on the bridge
Name: Alistair Ryazan
Rank: Corporal
Age: 35
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 285 lbs
Known Medical conditions: None
Bio: Born on Rohini Nova, Alistair entered the military in the pursuit of a better life, and to get away from a looming future as a farmer or factory worked, like had been his parent's fate before him. He established himself as a hard worker with a dry wit, and managed to work his way up through the ranks until he was appointed to the ESS Hanson as a tactical officer. Now, he faces a situation that will test him to the limit.
How you got here: Works on the bridge
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