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Hey Flappy!
This game will actively recruit new cast members as it moves along, and we'd love to have you aboard. I want to get the others started up into the first early plot events, but we'll get you into things shortly, and I can give you a heads up.
If you're up for it, would you DM me your character sheet? That will help me weave your character into the plot.
Gotcha! I'll probably have a WIP sent sometime today and get it edited up into a full character sheet in the next day or two. Be prepared for one... indecisive teenager. So, a very normal one, I guess.
Also, where do people go for their image refs these days? I've been out of this side of the RP scene for a hot minute and have found Google images to be less and less useful by the day. (unless I'm just using it wrong, idk)
Got room for one more?
The last unoccupied mobile suit in the dilapidated hanger was a hulking brute of machine, bestial in experience thanks to it's forward swept horns and digitigrade legs. ...It's no Hugo, that's for sure... Fox thought to himself as he floated across the open space between the two mobile suits. Quickly climbing into the cockpit of beige and red machine, Fox idly noted a much more posh interior, the soft padding of the seat itself and what looked like wood paneling on the armrests matched colors of mobile suit's armor. ...Little excessive, but ok... The back of his mind mused as he strapped himself in and connected the Alaya Vijinana System. A few moments later, all hell broke loose.
An unheard scream tore it's way free from Fox's lips as he spasmed in the mobile suit's cockpit, the sheer force of the man-machine interface's connection threating to drive him into the black. With a pained grunt, he clenched his teeth and shook his to clear it, the action spattering droplets of blood from his nose across the inside of his helmet. A groping fist reached out through the bloody haze and slammed down on the center control panel. Working though the UI on instinct alone, Fox closed the cockpit's hatch and took a deep breath to center himself as the mental strain slowly imbedded itself into him and faded away. "Gundam Morax, start retinal projection." Fox growled out through gritted teeth and the Gundam's eyes became his own.
Opening his comms up, the young man twitched in irritation as he caught the tail end of his squadmate's conversations. Well, rebellion it was. Not that it wasn't always an inkling at the back of Fox's mind, but such things aught to carefully thought through, not haphazardly launched into. That said, with the power in his hands there was a little more room for error; Fox thought to himself with a feral smile. As the Gundam took it's first steps in centuries, Fox could feel the strength in it's powerful limbs, the weight of it's heavy armor... and the emptiness of it's fuel tanks. "Shit." Fox commented idly. That was going to complicate things. Noting a battered round shield and spear on either side of where the Morax had been docked, Fox retrieved both and silently followed the rest of Familiar Squad.
Once they had made their way to the rendezvous, Fox settled Morax onto a particularly large chunk of debris, the Gundam settling down onto it's haunches, spear resting over one shoulder. Taking a moment to relax into the almost criminally comfortable seat, he tuned out the rest of the squad's bickering, only to snap back to attention as the Bosun's voice joined them. Rolling his eyes at Martin's speech, Morax rose back to it's full height and hefted it's spear. "You all talk too much." Fox spoke with dry irritation and pointed his spear at the Bosun. "Let's play, old man." He added tauntingly as he stomped one of the Morax's feet down behind him, the action causing the hulk of scrap metal to slowly twist away from their attackers.
An unheard scream tore it's way free from Fox's lips as he spasmed in the mobile suit's cockpit, the sheer force of the man-machine interface's connection threating to drive him into the black. With a pained grunt, he clenched his teeth and shook his to clear it, the action spattering droplets of blood from his nose across the inside of his helmet. A groping fist reached out through the bloody haze and slammed down on the center control panel. Working though the UI on instinct alone, Fox closed the cockpit's hatch and took a deep breath to center himself as the mental strain slowly imbedded itself into him and faded away. "Gundam Morax, start retinal projection." Fox growled out through gritted teeth and the Gundam's eyes became his own.
Opening his comms up, the young man twitched in irritation as he caught the tail end of his squadmate's conversations. Well, rebellion it was. Not that it wasn't always an inkling at the back of Fox's mind, but such things aught to carefully thought through, not haphazardly launched into. That said, with the power in his hands there was a little more room for error; Fox thought to himself with a feral smile. As the Gundam took it's first steps in centuries, Fox could feel the strength in it's powerful limbs, the weight of it's heavy armor... and the emptiness of it's fuel tanks. "Shit." Fox commented idly. That was going to complicate things. Noting a battered round shield and spear on either side of where the Morax had been docked, Fox retrieved both and silently followed the rest of Familiar Squad.
Once they had made their way to the rendezvous, Fox settled Morax onto a particularly large chunk of debris, the Gundam settling down onto it's haunches, spear resting over one shoulder. Taking a moment to relax into the almost criminally comfortable seat, he tuned out the rest of the squad's bickering, only to snap back to attention as the Bosun's voice joined them. Rolling his eyes at Martin's speech, Morax rose back to it's full height and hefted it's spear. "You all talk too much." Fox spoke with dry irritation and pointed his spear at the Bosun. "Let's play, old man." He added tauntingly as he stomped one of the Morax's feet down behind him, the action causing the hulk of scrap metal to slowly twist away from their attackers.
Short post. Reineh, how do you want to do this? Short rapid posts, or write up a colab via PMs and then post it?
Maritza Verenna
There was a momentary pause as Maritza looked at Tyaethe with her head cocked to the side. Then, a grin slowly spread across the Naga's face as she hefted her quarterstaff and gave it a twirl. "Against larger opponents? Actually quite good. Plenty of unpleasant monsters down South. Never tangled with something the size of a dragon though, so a little hard to say if I'd loose my advantage against something that big." Mari replied as she slowly began to circle the first member of the order. "Against someone as small, fast and experienced as you though? That's a lot trickier. Unlike most everyone else here, I assume you've had to face off with my kind before... and know how to do so." The naga was positively grinning like a loon now, her staff starting to disappear in a blur as it switched from one hand to the other. "Been a while since I've had to opportunity to go all out sparring."
Just got internet back for the first time since Friday. I will hopefully be back on this shorty.
Yeah, sorry. Life's been a lot this past week or so.
There was a long pause from Fox as no orders were forthcoming from The Mercurial Witch, nor did he bother verbally responding to the arrival of the Gjallarhorn Major, instead merely adjusting the orientation of his Hugo so that Schwalbe was between him and the newcomer. It was only when the Hugo's alert system sounded from The Mercurial Witch's incoming fire that the quiet young man took action. With a slight grunt over the open pirate comms, Fox opened the the throttle on the Hugo's thrusters, launching both him and his hostage towards the safety of the ruined ship even as Holly gave her orders.
Thanks to the ungainly added mass of Schwalbe Graze and Fox's haste, the young man did not make the smoothest of entries. Clipping the Hugo's shoulder on the edge of hole in the ship, the two mobile suits spun, slamming hard into an empty section of ruined hanger. The two interlocked mobile suits drifted slightly from the impact. Several agonizingly long seconds past before the Hugo briefly fired it's thrusters again, minimalizing their movement.
Groaning as he shook his head to clear the stars from his vision, Fox took in the series of blinking orange and red lights from the Hugo's display. Actuators wrenched, Auxiliary powerlines and control circuits damaged, a severed fuel line, the list went on. Fox understood maybe a third of it, but thanks to the Alaya Vijnana System, he could "feel" all of it. And the young man knew his machine well enough to know that it wouldn't be able to pull any of his usual stunts without proper repairs. It was only then that he looked up to see the row of powerful looking mobile suits lining the interior of the dilapidated hanger.
Thanks to the ungainly added mass of Schwalbe Graze and Fox's haste, the young man did not make the smoothest of entries. Clipping the Hugo's shoulder on the edge of hole in the ship, the two mobile suits spun, slamming hard into an empty section of ruined hanger. The two interlocked mobile suits drifted slightly from the impact. Several agonizingly long seconds past before the Hugo briefly fired it's thrusters again, minimalizing their movement.
Groaning as he shook his head to clear the stars from his vision, Fox took in the series of blinking orange and red lights from the Hugo's display. Actuators wrenched, Auxiliary powerlines and control circuits damaged, a severed fuel line, the list went on. Fox understood maybe a third of it, but thanks to the Alaya Vijnana System, he could "feel" all of it. And the young man knew his machine well enough to know that it wouldn't be able to pull any of his usual stunts without proper repairs. It was only then that he looked up to see the row of powerful looking mobile suits lining the interior of the dilapidated hanger.
The choice was obvious and the decision easy.
Maritza Verenna
There was a funny look from the Naga as she paused mid form. "Fight a... dragon?..." There was an almost incredulous tone to Mari's immediate response as she stared down the diminutive vampire. Her eyes slowly narrowing as she realized the at least somewhat serious nature of the question. "In all seriousness, run. Though assuming that isn't an option... I can think of a few ideas." The knight serpenta paused for a moment as she collected her thoughts.
"One, if I had time to prepare and numerical superiority through allies, I'd use ballistae or similar siege weapons to ground my would-be opponent. Attach heavy ropes or chains to the projectiles to bind them up and hold them to the ground. Then, overwhelm with numbers. Death by a thousand cuts. The naga explained, now leaning on her quarterstaff, free hand gesticulating to add to her words. "Two, if I'm by myself, engage in the most beneficial environment possible. Somewhere with enough cover to impede the dragon's movement, but not so much that I wouldn't have enough room to dodge any attempts by them to just crush me through sheer mass. Then, target their joints and other vitals. Ankles, knees, wings, eyes, etc. Do everything I can to hamper their movement and make the killing blow easier." Maritza eventually finished, seeming moderately impressed with her own off the cuff assessment.
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