On one hand, I'm afraid I'll inconvenience Scio if I post, since he has quite a bit to catch up on, but on the other, I want to post and keep the rp going.
What do ;w;
What do ;w;
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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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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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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
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Oh shit, I'm sorry
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instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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Speed Demon
It looks like they weren't exactly in yet.
Probably just a test to see how they operate and such. There wasn't anything to record how good taggers were or what they were particularly skilled in under here after all. At least, none that she was aware of. How many of these newcomers would pass the second test?
“So yea, that’s that. If anyone has any other questions then I would be happy to answer but if not then I’ll see you tomorrow, same time as tonight.”
She glanced at her watch, noting that it was getting uncomfortably late. There was little time left before she had to sleep if she wanted any semblance of a good day tomorrow. Stumbling around with half awake wouldn't do much for her image, and it would rouse suspicion that she was staying up longer than she should. Pity, she would have loved to stay and see what else that idiot has in store, after declaring swinging a gun about was about maintaining his image. Pretty piss poor excuse, sounding like he had to compensate for something. Whats next, throwing a live grenade at people as greetings?
"Nothing important. I'll be there tomorrow night."
With nary a word more, she rode off into the darkness, jetting her verniers to reach her top speed. There wasn't much time left, so she rode into several obscure routes, on the look out for tails. Satisfied no one was following her, she stopped by an alley behind a relatively seedy hotel, the kind that most people use, but has whispers about odd stains and the occasional unwanted insects inside. Retrieving a bag from a hidden box, she changed quickly and called a cab home.
From there it was a simple matter of sneaking in through the right doors and back into her room. Perhaps she'd make one of the maids her accomplice for tomorrow. It was getting rather tedious doing all this alone.
It looks like they weren't exactly in yet.
Probably just a test to see how they operate and such. There wasn't anything to record how good taggers were or what they were particularly skilled in under here after all. At least, none that she was aware of. How many of these newcomers would pass the second test?
“So yea, that’s that. If anyone has any other questions then I would be happy to answer but if not then I’ll see you tomorrow, same time as tonight.”
She glanced at her watch, noting that it was getting uncomfortably late. There was little time left before she had to sleep if she wanted any semblance of a good day tomorrow. Stumbling around with half awake wouldn't do much for her image, and it would rouse suspicion that she was staying up longer than she should. Pity, she would have loved to stay and see what else that idiot has in store, after declaring swinging a gun about was about maintaining his image. Pretty piss poor excuse, sounding like he had to compensate for something. Whats next, throwing a live grenade at people as greetings?
"Nothing important. I'll be there tomorrow night."
With nary a word more, she rode off into the darkness, jetting her verniers to reach her top speed. There wasn't much time left, so she rode into several obscure routes, on the look out for tails. Satisfied no one was following her, she stopped by an alley behind a relatively seedy hotel, the kind that most people use, but has whispers about odd stains and the occasional unwanted insects inside. Retrieving a bag from a hidden box, she changed quickly and called a cab home.
From there it was a simple matter of sneaking in through the right doors and back into her room. Perhaps she'd make one of the maids her accomplice for tomorrow. It was getting rather tedious doing all this alone.
Clarence Belle
"What a match!" the announcer called out to the crowd before declaring "Clarence Belle is the winner and is one step towards moving on to the next part of the tournament."
She pumped one hand up, pointing towards the heavens. "Thank you all for witnessing my first victory, and my first step towards winning this tournament!"
Clarence pulled the mask off as the liquid levels in the cockpit lowered. She collapsed on the floor as the adrenaline rushing through her veins finally started wearing off. That was much more intense than she could have ever imagined. No amount of training and mock fighting could have ever prepared her for that feeling she got during an actual battle. All in all, it was a pretty good first battle, with her being able to show off the mech's capabilities, AND winning the round to boot. Just winning alone was enough to garner some attention to them.
"Clarence, are you ready to exit?"
"Ah, yes. Sorry, everything just kinda caught up to me." With a click, the cockpit doors opened, with a cable with a loop on the end extending from the top. Hooking her leg into the loop, the cable extended downwards, descending slowly with her on it. By now almost all traces of the liquid had already evaporated from her person, leaving only a few damp spots on her suit. Almost immediately, the bespectacled woman clad in a white overcoat grabbed the ribbon she wore, pulling out a small chip before throwing it to her assistant.
"Scan and analyse that data." The woman started, barking orders at the maintenance crew around them. "Run diagnosis on system, yes, we need that arm in working order. The gun? Get the revolver type."
It was as if Clarence didn't actually exist. Not that the woman was actually trying to ignore her or anything, its was just that Sigfrid gets very focused when it came to machines, especially when her creations were damaged. While reserved, that woman can be amiable when socializing. Scratching her head before giving a shrug, she headed for one of the rest areas. Clarence didn't bother and could not be bothered to change from her pilot suit to something more normal; right now, all she wanted was a cold drink and a comfy seat.
"What a match!" the announcer called out to the crowd before declaring "Clarence Belle is the winner and is one step towards moving on to the next part of the tournament."
She pumped one hand up, pointing towards the heavens. "Thank you all for witnessing my first victory, and my first step towards winning this tournament!"
***
Clarence pulled the mask off as the liquid levels in the cockpit lowered. She collapsed on the floor as the adrenaline rushing through her veins finally started wearing off. That was much more intense than she could have ever imagined. No amount of training and mock fighting could have ever prepared her for that feeling she got during an actual battle. All in all, it was a pretty good first battle, with her being able to show off the mech's capabilities, AND winning the round to boot. Just winning alone was enough to garner some attention to them.
"Clarence, are you ready to exit?"
"Ah, yes. Sorry, everything just kinda caught up to me." With a click, the cockpit doors opened, with a cable with a loop on the end extending from the top. Hooking her leg into the loop, the cable extended downwards, descending slowly with her on it. By now almost all traces of the liquid had already evaporated from her person, leaving only a few damp spots on her suit. Almost immediately, the bespectacled woman clad in a white overcoat grabbed the ribbon she wore, pulling out a small chip before throwing it to her assistant.
"Scan and analyse that data." The woman started, barking orders at the maintenance crew around them. "Run diagnosis on system, yes, we need that arm in working order. The gun? Get the revolver type."
It was as if Clarence didn't actually exist. Not that the woman was actually trying to ignore her or anything, its was just that Sigfrid gets very focused when it came to machines, especially when her creations were damaged. While reserved, that woman can be amiable when socializing. Scratching her head before giving a shrug, she headed for one of the rest areas. Clarence didn't bother and could not be bothered to change from her pilot suit to something more normal; right now, all she wanted was a cold drink and a comfy seat.
Well, no promises, but I may have a post up soon. Soon meaning after I do all this stuff as I write the post bit by bit ;w;
So, who's gonna post first?
Speed Demon
“That is an impressive time. If this were a race you would come in first by a long shot. Well sadly I can’t tell you if you passed till the rest of them get back, so make yourself comfortable”
Giving a nonchalant shrug at that, she took another chair to rest her feet on, lounging about as she waited for the rest to come.
As soon as they all arrived, including one girl who just barely made it, Free started to announce the result. Apparently all of them had managed to pass. No real surprise that Franceska herself had passed, but for all of the others? They didn't look like much to her, or most taggers for that matter.
When they started on the introductions however, one pulled out a gun, and started threatening the man with the strange mask. For all their claims, taggers were no more than glorified thugs it seems. Certainly doing nothing to refute the media's claims that these taggers were no better than terrorists. Not that she actually cared, but Discord members seemed to be more in control of themselves than this thug, who was being recruited by none other than the Ratpack. The ones called Neon and Nitrous did not seem to be acting like a gutter thug at least.
Raising her feet and slamming it down on the chair to get everyone's attention, she spoke. "Call me Speed Demon. Didn't think the Ratpack took in riff raff like that, but it looks like I was wrong."
“That is an impressive time. If this were a race you would come in first by a long shot. Well sadly I can’t tell you if you passed till the rest of them get back, so make yourself comfortable”
Giving a nonchalant shrug at that, she took another chair to rest her feet on, lounging about as she waited for the rest to come.
As soon as they all arrived, including one girl who just barely made it, Free started to announce the result. Apparently all of them had managed to pass. No real surprise that Franceska herself had passed, but for all of the others? They didn't look like much to her, or most taggers for that matter.
When they started on the introductions however, one pulled out a gun, and started threatening the man with the strange mask. For all their claims, taggers were no more than glorified thugs it seems. Certainly doing nothing to refute the media's claims that these taggers were no better than terrorists. Not that she actually cared, but Discord members seemed to be more in control of themselves than this thug, who was being recruited by none other than the Ratpack. The ones called Neon and Nitrous did not seem to be acting like a gutter thug at least.
Raising her feet and slamming it down on the chair to get everyone's attention, she spoke. "Call me Speed Demon. Didn't think the Ratpack took in riff raff like that, but it looks like I was wrong."
I'll post something up, after I sleep and have something to eat. ^^;
Dunno what happened to Scio. Hope he's alright. He's not logged in for around 3 days now.
Clarence Belle
"Thats too bad!"
She locked her left arm in front of her torso, protecting the vital parts of the robot. It was a reaction that took quite a bit for her to be able to do quickly, considering the first action most people would do if projectiles was coming their way was to protect their head. The Luna Fighter's head mostly contain its signal booster/receiver, the primary cameras and the twin machineguns, but the torso contains the cockpit and most of the mechanical things that keeps the mech moving.
Bullets hammered the Luna fighter, though the brunt of it hit its left arm instead of its torso. Her cockpit was beeping loudly, muffled slightly due to the liquid she was immersed in.
She slammed onto the top of the building, throwing up dust and debris everywhere. In one swift move, she tossed away the pistol and drew the short sword. Using the left arm as a shield again, she burst through the cloud of dust thrusting the sword into the spider mech, hoping she doesn't accidentally hit the cockpit.
"This is the end for you!"
"Thats too bad!"
She locked her left arm in front of her torso, protecting the vital parts of the robot. It was a reaction that took quite a bit for her to be able to do quickly, considering the first action most people would do if projectiles was coming their way was to protect their head. The Luna Fighter's head mostly contain its signal booster/receiver, the primary cameras and the twin machineguns, but the torso contains the cockpit and most of the mechanical things that keeps the mech moving.
Bullets hammered the Luna fighter, though the brunt of it hit its left arm instead of its torso. Her cockpit was beeping loudly, muffled slightly due to the liquid she was immersed in.
She slammed onto the top of the building, throwing up dust and debris everywhere. In one swift move, she tossed away the pistol and drew the short sword. Using the left arm as a shield again, she burst through the cloud of dust thrusting the sword into the spider mech, hoping she doesn't accidentally hit the cockpit.
"This is the end for you!"
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