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STATUS: Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while. 5 yrs ago
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Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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5 yrs ago
Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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6 yrs ago
no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
7 yrs ago
Oh shit, I'm sorry
7 yrs ago
instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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Whoop whoop. Now I just wait for the IC
Kadaeux said
Strictly speaking lightening a weapon reduces its stability, it has less weight to work against the weapons kick.
So that means getting increased recoil for ease of handling? I'd get on that then.
Gat said
I'm not convinced as to the functionality there.
He's obviously wearing those to raise morale. lol
And posted my CS.
So... like this right?
New mods
Electrified Bayonet: A large, electrified bayonet attached to the end of your weapon. Upon striking a target it electrocutes them, even on a minor cut, allowing an easy finishing blow in what would otherwise be a one way fight with any halfway decent melee-oriented mutant. It’s also a not-so-surprisingly effective weapon to charge into enemies with.
(Melee bonuses, charge bonus)
Custom mods:
Quality Make: Replaces the parts of the weapon with precise, custom made parts, improving its machination. Improves on the weapon's structure's strength and integrity, while giving a slight boost to accuracy due to the barrel and sight's quality.
new traits
Damned Fine Aim: A character with a natural tendency to hit targets in critical points if they stop, aim fully, exhale, and pull the trigger. If a character takes added time to line up a shot, they generally almost always hit that shot. (Greatly improved aim if time is taken to line up a shot instead of reaction firing at a target. Increases chance of hitting a weak point without knowing where it is. Decreases defense for that round.)
GECKO: Upgrade -> Lvl. 2
Manifest Destiny:
XCELL Visor Mk.I: One of the newfangled device, overlaying on the user's vision a HUD, with custom renameable markers, new ability to take HD pictures and videos, sillhouette ID matching for convenience when tagging with the markers, MP3 player, customizable tint color on the go, and several choices of frame colors, and last but not least, a fashionable bag to keep it in when not in use.
Also comes with a brand new motion detector integrated.
New mods
Electrified Bayonet: A large, electrified bayonet attached to the end of your weapon. Upon striking a target it electrocutes them, even on a minor cut, allowing an easy finishing blow in what would otherwise be a one way fight with any halfway decent melee-oriented mutant. It’s also a not-so-surprisingly effective weapon to charge into enemies with.
(Melee bonuses, charge bonus)
Custom mods:
Quality Make: Replaces the parts of the weapon with precise, custom made parts, improving its machination. Improves on the weapon's structure's strength and integrity, while giving a slight boost to accuracy due to the barrel and sight's quality.
new traits
Damned Fine Aim: A character with a natural tendency to hit targets in critical points if they stop, aim fully, exhale, and pull the trigger. If a character takes added time to line up a shot, they generally almost always hit that shot. (Greatly improved aim if time is taken to line up a shot instead of reaction firing at a target. Increases chance of hitting a weak point without knowing where it is. Decreases defense for that round.)
GECKO: Upgrade -> Lvl. 2
Manifest Destiny:
XCELL Visor Mk.I: One of the newfangled device, overlaying on the user's vision a HUD, with custom renameable markers, new ability to take HD pictures and videos, sillhouette ID matching for convenience when tagging with the markers, MP3 player, customizable tint color on the go, and several choices of frame colors, and last but not least, a fashionable bag to keep it in when not in use.
Also comes with a brand new motion detector integrated.
Milya picked up a wrench and swung at a sudden incoming object. Oh, it was a card? Who would be throwing cards at-
"Milya~!" Arsenio called out from up on the catwalk of the hangar, "Do you want me to deal you in?"
"Deal me what?" she inquired, fending off the rest of the incoming cards, waving her wrench wildly. "Stop, stoooooop~!"
"You wanna play Texas Hold'em?"
"I must refuse unfortunately. I have no idea what that is." Truth be told, its a little too hot to do anything remotely exciting. It felt as if she'd melt under this heat. She felt like going back to the air conditioned confines of her room and just.... hibernate.
"Get back to work.You have better things to do don't you?" Donald called out suddenly. Oh? Do pilots have anything else to do than laze around or go on the simulations? She certainly didn't know, being busy with all these prototypes' maintenance and all. At the very least, those theory people got their stuff right. The parts were showing no signs of stress from the weather as of this moment, but of course she can't vouch for that until it is tested in rigorous combat conditions.
"-Mizawa's haunted lab or something?" Kaiser's voice shook her out of her reverie. Oh so that was the ace of the ship. He had a customized Dagger somewhere, with a custom paintjob to boot. She should meet him later on and tell him about the idea she had to maximize the Dagger's effectiveness. The first would definitely be a Gatling gun mounted on the shoulders, then perhaps in the chest area as well...
"Milya~!" Arsenio called out from up on the catwalk of the hangar, "Do you want me to deal you in?"
"Deal me what?" she inquired, fending off the rest of the incoming cards, waving her wrench wildly. "Stop, stoooooop~!"
"You wanna play Texas Hold'em?"
"I must refuse unfortunately. I have no idea what that is." Truth be told, its a little too hot to do anything remotely exciting. It felt as if she'd melt under this heat. She felt like going back to the air conditioned confines of her room and just.... hibernate.
"Get back to work.You have better things to do don't you?" Donald called out suddenly. Oh? Do pilots have anything else to do than laze around or go on the simulations? She certainly didn't know, being busy with all these prototypes' maintenance and all. At the very least, those theory people got their stuff right. The parts were showing no signs of stress from the weather as of this moment, but of course she can't vouch for that until it is tested in rigorous combat conditions.
"-Mizawa's haunted lab or something?" Kaiser's voice shook her out of her reverie. Oh so that was the ace of the ship. He had a customized Dagger somewhere, with a custom paintjob to boot. She should meet him later on and tell him about the idea she had to maximize the Dagger's effectiveness. The first would definitely be a Gatling gun mounted on the shoulders, then perhaps in the chest area as well...
Well, I'll be getting up a CS soon. Saving this spot for mine.
Character Sheet
Name:Clarissa Jarlheim
Age:22
Gender:Female
Occupation: A trainee biologist specializing in the environmental effects on various animals.
Appearance:
Personality:Mostly silent unless talked to, she has a habit of agreeing with anything people said just so they would leave her alone, or staying silent if she does not feel like answering.
Magic/Abilities: Hers is the ability to manipulate the attribute of a given object or concept, be it magnitude direction or whatever else that can constitute a vector, with the exception of living things.
Initially she could manipulate electricity, due to it being abundant in everyday light, being in the form of impulses that move muscles, electricity used almost everywhere in homes, or lightning from the sky itself. Eventually she would move on to direction, magnitude and speed.
Bio: Silent even as a little girl, she had immersed herself in her grandfather's study, listening to his tales of the jungle, his hunts, the animals he had hunted and some strange animals he had claimed to meet on one of his trips. Eventually she moved into his library, immersing herself in all the books he had gathered. What Clarissa had liked was the story, especially when it involved animals, and her grandfather was well aware of that, bringing her books whenever it was her birthday.
And one day, he bought her along on a hunt. Though her grandfather was no longer in his prime, his supreme experience were invaluable, and they took down a lion. From that day on, she firmly decided that she knew what she wanted to do when she grew up. A biologist to study animals, and legally hunt/capture things to study them.
Years passed, and she finally managed to get a degree in biology. Knowing of her intent to move on eventually to a Ph.D in the same field, a research facility took her in as an assistant to an enviromentalist studying the north pole animals for negative signs from global warming.
It was then, during a cold cold night, her heater ran out of power, and she was left in the tent wrapped up in a lot of blankets. Wishing she had power, Clarise, as most would call her there, jokingly pointed at her heater, doing the finger gun as she once saw an anime character wielding lightning did. A deafening crack resounding through the area, as a large bold of electricity hit the heater, exploding her tent around her.
Her heater was promply declared as defective, and another one was bought for her.
As to her newly discovered power, she kept it secret, practicising her control only when she is alone, or to secretly charge her phone when she was too lazy to get out of the blanket to get that charger.
Extra:Has an almost supernatural talent and instinct in cooking, as well as a natural affinity with pets.
Character Sheet
Name:Clarissa Jarlheim
Age:22
Gender:Female
Occupation: A trainee biologist specializing in the environmental effects on various animals.
Appearance:
Personality:Mostly silent unless talked to, she has a habit of agreeing with anything people said just so they would leave her alone, or staying silent if she does not feel like answering.
Magic/Abilities: Hers is the ability to manipulate the attribute of a given object or concept, be it magnitude direction or whatever else that can constitute a vector, with the exception of living things.
Initially she could manipulate electricity, due to it being abundant in everyday light, being in the form of impulses that move muscles, electricity used almost everywhere in homes, or lightning from the sky itself. Eventually she would move on to direction, magnitude and speed.
Bio: Silent even as a little girl, she had immersed herself in her grandfather's study, listening to his tales of the jungle, his hunts, the animals he had hunted and some strange animals he had claimed to meet on one of his trips. Eventually she moved into his library, immersing herself in all the books he had gathered. What Clarissa had liked was the story, especially when it involved animals, and her grandfather was well aware of that, bringing her books whenever it was her birthday.
And one day, he bought her along on a hunt. Though her grandfather was no longer in his prime, his supreme experience were invaluable, and they took down a lion. From that day on, she firmly decided that she knew what she wanted to do when she grew up. A biologist to study animals, and legally hunt/capture things to study them.
Years passed, and she finally managed to get a degree in biology. Knowing of her intent to move on eventually to a Ph.D in the same field, a research facility took her in as an assistant to an enviromentalist studying the north pole animals for negative signs from global warming.
It was then, during a cold cold night, her heater ran out of power, and she was left in the tent wrapped up in a lot of blankets. Wishing she had power, Clarise, as most would call her there, jokingly pointed at her heater, doing the finger gun as she once saw an anime character wielding lightning did. A deafening crack resounding through the area, as a large bold of electricity hit the heater, exploding her tent around her.
Her heater was promply declared as defective, and another one was bought for her.
As to her newly discovered power, she kept it secret, practicising her control only when she is alone, or to secretly charge her phone when she was too lazy to get out of the blanket to get that charger.
Extra:Has an almost supernatural talent and instinct in cooking, as well as a natural affinity with pets.
Will be posting my intermishun stuff as well as what my upgrade will be.
Brovo, would a Visor, or something that covers the eye(s) that gives a heads up display as a minor bonus and a motion detector as its main feature be acceptable?
Brovo, would a Visor, or something that covers the eye(s) that gives a heads up display as a minor bonus and a motion detector as its main feature be acceptable?
Should have one by tonight if life doesnt get too hectic.
Lancer
Stadium
"You know exactly what my answer is."
A strong gust of wind blew as she materialized her sword once again.
All Masters and Servants close enough to recognize the sword has been give the sword's info
"I am Lancer. If you seek an honorable duel, I shall oblige."
The opponent was summoned as a Saber class, those who wield swords as their primary weapon. Perhaps limiting her strength was a bit foolish considering, as the opponents would certainly not. However, she could not fight for very long, as her pool of prana was limited at the moment, and she was still feeling the effects of her previous wound.
The beautiful sword she held started to vibrate, and then thrummed with the power she was channelling through it.
All her might was brought forth, and the sword that had once cut through an entire cliff, was almost glowing with power.
"Prepare yourself!"
With a swift cut downwards, a bright swathe of light cut towards the many eyed Saber.
Gigamesh
In the now unowned house.
"You're annoying, woman. Buzz off." With a single gesture he cast off his armor as well as his clothes. He was not dumb enough to simply walk out into the general population wearing his magnificent armor after all. His splendor would dazzle the populace too much for him to be able to enjoy whatever this city has to offer properly. Thus, he would borrow the dead man's wardrobe for the moment, until such time he can procure better clothes that fits well into today's culture. Tch, it annoys him even to think about it, but the plebeians would annoy him so much more if they took the full brunt of his grandeur.
"If you must know my name, then know that I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes. For you, calling me 'My Lord' or 'My Liege' would be privilege enough. Or perhaps... YOU should be calling ME 'MASTER' instead."
He took on a simple white t-shirt and jeans. After a moment's contemplation, he unbuttoned the top half of the shirt.
"Now you may be poor and homeless, but rest assured that I will not be as foolish as you are. Who the hell do you think I am?"
***
He reached the center of the city after some time of walking, having pointedly ignored the woman just now. There should be some gambling here somewhere, perhaps in that bar over there. Gilgamesh smiled in anticipation and walked on in.
He's got to start somewhere to get money after all.
Vilka
Sometime after the summoning, her uncle's study.
"Uncle."
She opened the door to find her uncle with one of the maids, who was bound, gagged and blindfolded sitting on his lap. There was no question to what he was doing with her even with his desk in front of him, and what VIlka could smell all the way from the door confirmed it.
"Uncle, I am successful."
"Congratulations, you're one step closer to your dream now." He stopped for a moment, then leaned back, holding the thoroughly exhausted maid to him. "Now, pardon me while I tend to my.... business here. Afterwards, we should get the next phase of preparation ready for the war."
Vilka nodded, closing the door slowly as she heard the maid plead to let her rest for a moment. Did her uncle remove the gag? After listening through the door a moment, she sighed and walked away back to her room. Saber, that emotionless thing she had summoned, doesn't seem to care much about anything, or even respond to much. She never seemed to leave her side as well, so it was not impossible she had seen Vilka's uncle in the act. Her uncle was a fairly decent person in Vilka's opinion, honest and never seeming to judge her.
"You... I have no need of you until our preparations here are complete. Until I summon you back you are free to do as you like. Oh, and do check out any Servants you happen to meet."
She returned to her room, noticing immediately the maid sleeping on one of the armchairs there. The maid was different from all the other maids because this one was VIlka's personal maid. That and she wore a collar with a length of chain still attached to it.
Her own maid.
Her own pet.
And the third and last of those she could trust and actually like. Pulling on her chain to wake Ellie, her pet, Vilka got ready for bed.
Stadium
"You know exactly what my answer is."
A strong gust of wind blew as she materialized her sword once again.
All Masters and Servants close enough to recognize the sword has been give the sword's info
"I am Lancer. If you seek an honorable duel, I shall oblige."
The opponent was summoned as a Saber class, those who wield swords as their primary weapon. Perhaps limiting her strength was a bit foolish considering, as the opponents would certainly not. However, she could not fight for very long, as her pool of prana was limited at the moment, and she was still feeling the effects of her previous wound.
The beautiful sword she held started to vibrate, and then thrummed with the power she was channelling through it.
All her might was brought forth, and the sword that had once cut through an entire cliff, was almost glowing with power.
"Prepare yourself!"
With a swift cut downwards, a bright swathe of light cut towards the many eyed Saber.
Gigamesh
In the now unowned house.
"You're annoying, woman. Buzz off." With a single gesture he cast off his armor as well as his clothes. He was not dumb enough to simply walk out into the general population wearing his magnificent armor after all. His splendor would dazzle the populace too much for him to be able to enjoy whatever this city has to offer properly. Thus, he would borrow the dead man's wardrobe for the moment, until such time he can procure better clothes that fits well into today's culture. Tch, it annoys him even to think about it, but the plebeians would annoy him so much more if they took the full brunt of his grandeur.
"If you must know my name, then know that I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes. For you, calling me 'My Lord' or 'My Liege' would be privilege enough. Or perhaps... YOU should be calling ME 'MASTER' instead."
He took on a simple white t-shirt and jeans. After a moment's contemplation, he unbuttoned the top half of the shirt.
"Now you may be poor and homeless, but rest assured that I will not be as foolish as you are. Who the hell do you think I am?"
He reached the center of the city after some time of walking, having pointedly ignored the woman just now. There should be some gambling here somewhere, perhaps in that bar over there. Gilgamesh smiled in anticipation and walked on in.
He's got to start somewhere to get money after all.
Vilka
Sometime after the summoning, her uncle's study.
"Uncle."
She opened the door to find her uncle with one of the maids, who was bound, gagged and blindfolded sitting on his lap. There was no question to what he was doing with her even with his desk in front of him, and what VIlka could smell all the way from the door confirmed it.
"Uncle, I am successful."
"Congratulations, you're one step closer to your dream now." He stopped for a moment, then leaned back, holding the thoroughly exhausted maid to him. "Now, pardon me while I tend to my.... business here. Afterwards, we should get the next phase of preparation ready for the war."
Vilka nodded, closing the door slowly as she heard the maid plead to let her rest for a moment. Did her uncle remove the gag? After listening through the door a moment, she sighed and walked away back to her room. Saber, that emotionless thing she had summoned, doesn't seem to care much about anything, or even respond to much. She never seemed to leave her side as well, so it was not impossible she had seen Vilka's uncle in the act. Her uncle was a fairly decent person in Vilka's opinion, honest and never seeming to judge her.
"You... I have no need of you until our preparations here are complete. Until I summon you back you are free to do as you like. Oh, and do check out any Servants you happen to meet."
She returned to her room, noticing immediately the maid sleeping on one of the armchairs there. The maid was different from all the other maids because this one was VIlka's personal maid. That and she wore a collar with a length of chain still attached to it.
Her own maid.
Her own pet.
And the third and last of those she could trust and actually like. Pulling on her chain to wake Ellie, her pet, Vilka got ready for bed.
I dunno. I thought the others needed to post.
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