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Fon w/ Rei and Yoshi
Seeing the carnage wreaked on the poor robot, Fon removed a slip of paper and a pen from his robes, which he used to inscribe a message that he handed off to his white monkey. "Lichi, take these to Kawaguchi-kun and Kanno-kun," he requested, sending his animal companion deep into the wilderness to seek out the two students.
After Yoshi had sufficiently calmed (for a given value of calm, at least) down, Fon cleared his throat. "Wonderful job you two," he praised, circling the beaten machine. He was admittedly rather surprised that Yoshi hadn't immediately defaulted on the little gift he had been given, but it was not unpleasant at any rate. "We shall be returning to camp now to regroup," he explained, taking the lead this time, "...And, perhaps, to get Sugihara-kun a change of clothes."
w/ Hisaki
Machines can't feel. Or so many anti-synthetic proponents prevalent fiction commonly suggest. Empirically speaking though, this was a true fact. Thus, Hisaki was able to render the machine inert with ease. It wasn't off, though. Walking over to the machine's core meant he would now be within the machine's sight, but that didn't matter. Nobody overseas really knew who the hell he was, and it's not like they could've done anything about it anyway.
At any rate, the core was pried open like a clamshell, only to reveal a hollow space with a bunch of padding. A place for a pilot? Cargo? Who knows. There was an active diagnostic display that appeared to indicate that it was still functional. He found the off-switch - or at least something that turned off all the lights and made a cooling down noise when switched - right next to it.
Shortly after, Lichi appeared from the trees and passed off one of his notes. It had "Return to camp for answers + attendance + food" written on it.
w/ Sachiko
It was plainly clear that Sachiko had won at this point. Her tiger's teeth were embedded into the stubby little neck of the machine, flame-coated jaws tearing through it with cavalier ease. The same could be said of the assassin's cloud knife. Combined, the two factors worked to decapitate the mosca, causing it to fall dead with the crash of stone on steel. It was done. The deed was complete. And with that knowledge, Shiso had completed her observation of Sachiko and Hisaki. Thus, she began to return to camp quickly and stealthily.
Like with Hisaki, best monkey soon passed by Sachiko and handed the second, identical note off to her. He made a face at Asteion before heading back to his master. What a hard-working guy.
Back at Camp
The returning scene was, as previously stated, a far cry from the barren patch of earth from before, and was a welcome sight for our returning fighters. What was more reassuring was the fact that there were answers to be promised. Of course, it appeared that their camp was minus two people, and the last of the three who had stayed was sleeping soundly in a green tent. Sitting around the fire was Shiso, who gestured for them to take a seat by the flames. There were hotdogs on sticks being cooked over the fire as well, and two coolers behind her. "Glad to see everyone made it back alright," she suppressed a chuckle as her eyes passed over Yoshi, "Have a seat, grab a stick, and feel free to ask me what it is you want to know whenever you feel."
There was no change of clothes for Yoshi. Sucks to suck.
Seeing the carnage wreaked on the poor robot, Fon removed a slip of paper and a pen from his robes, which he used to inscribe a message that he handed off to his white monkey. "Lichi, take these to Kawaguchi-kun and Kanno-kun," he requested, sending his animal companion deep into the wilderness to seek out the two students.
After Yoshi had sufficiently calmed (for a given value of calm, at least) down, Fon cleared his throat. "Wonderful job you two," he praised, circling the beaten machine. He was admittedly rather surprised that Yoshi hadn't immediately defaulted on the little gift he had been given, but it was not unpleasant at any rate. "We shall be returning to camp now to regroup," he explained, taking the lead this time, "...And, perhaps, to get Sugihara-kun a change of clothes."
w/ Hisaki
Machines can't feel. Or so many anti-synthetic proponents prevalent fiction commonly suggest. Empirically speaking though, this was a true fact. Thus, Hisaki was able to render the machine inert with ease. It wasn't off, though. Walking over to the machine's core meant he would now be within the machine's sight, but that didn't matter. Nobody overseas really knew who the hell he was, and it's not like they could've done anything about it anyway.
At any rate, the core was pried open like a clamshell, only to reveal a hollow space with a bunch of padding. A place for a pilot? Cargo? Who knows. There was an active diagnostic display that appeared to indicate that it was still functional. He found the off-switch - or at least something that turned off all the lights and made a cooling down noise when switched - right next to it.
Shortly after, Lichi appeared from the trees and passed off one of his notes. It had "Return to camp for answers + attendance + food" written on it.
w/ Sachiko
It was plainly clear that Sachiko had won at this point. Her tiger's teeth were embedded into the stubby little neck of the machine, flame-coated jaws tearing through it with cavalier ease. The same could be said of the assassin's cloud knife. Combined, the two factors worked to decapitate the mosca, causing it to fall dead with the crash of stone on steel. It was done. The deed was complete. And with that knowledge, Shiso had completed her observation of Sachiko and Hisaki. Thus, she began to return to camp quickly and stealthily.
Like with Hisaki, best monkey soon passed by Sachiko and handed the second, identical note off to her. He made a face at Asteion before heading back to his master. What a hard-working guy.
Back at Camp
The returning scene was, as previously stated, a far cry from the barren patch of earth from before, and was a welcome sight for our returning fighters. What was more reassuring was the fact that there were answers to be promised. Of course, it appeared that their camp was minus two people, and the last of the three who had stayed was sleeping soundly in a green tent. Sitting around the fire was Shiso, who gestured for them to take a seat by the flames. There were hotdogs on sticks being cooked over the fire as well, and two coolers behind her. "Glad to see everyone made it back alright," she suppressed a chuckle as her eyes passed over Yoshi, "Have a seat, grab a stick, and feel free to ask me what it is you want to know whenever you feel."
There was no change of clothes for Yoshi. Sucks to suck.
@Masaki Haruna Check Skype.
...Huh, that chapter was surprisingly lax for Sui "No Chill" Ishida
I also kind of forget what Jack's ability was, something about stone weaving?
Terracotta Armor? I know it had something to do with earth manipulation and regenerating defenses.
EDIT: Actually, there's something I might wanna talk to you about concerning Anderson, so you can maybe expect a PM sooner or later
How presumptuous. The only thing NK will be bombarding us with is hydrogen bombs.
i liked bullshit calcs tho
Takumi Minamoto - Xenia
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
"Ouch, you guys are brutal," Takumi sighed, rubbing his slightly stinging stomach as he gauged the reactions of everyone in the room to his masterful comedy. There wasn't even a single suppressed smile in the crowd - not even from the white-haired prepubescent! How utterly disheartening. 'It was perfect timing too! Hands, handy. It doesn't get much better than that!' Nevertheless, the half-ghoul resolved to maintain composure in front of the newcomer. Say what you will about his ability to conceal his emotions, but his ability to at least seem kind of professional was quite adept. Granted, projecting such an air and maintaining one were two very different things; case in point, his "professional cool dude" image was immediately broken by literally everything Asoka did and said in that few second span.
"...Erm...Letting you in? From my understanding high-school biology, it should be the other way around, right?" Takumi tilted his head as he intoned his lewdly innocent inquiry, his voice faltering as his sense of dread increased with each step Asoka took towards the newcomer. He could understand why she was doing it - the newcomer's everything was really, really weird - but such an overt display of aggression was no way to greet a guest. He was confident he could deal with any trouble that could arise as consequence, but he'd much rather prefer to avoid that sort of offense to his sensibilities in the first place. Of course, he didn't really banked on the best of anything, so his reaction to what happened next was surmisable as 'disappointed but not unexpected'.
Takumi puffed out his cheeks and exhaled, deciding that he'd seen too many kagune in one day. Based on the appearance of the ukaku sprouting from her back, she was looking to recover from an earlier conflict and- 'Nice, nice. RC cells on the carpet.' The newcomer ghoul's wings seemed to drip with liquid every now and then, making hell for whoever would be cleaning. And if last night was any indicator, that would probably be himself and one of the kids.
At any rate, Takumi was sure Hana could recognize the problem here - the clipped wings that is, not the carpet (even if that was a problem in and of itself) - but he decided to give his two cents on the issue. "Not straight, not swiss cheese," he said, giving his elder sister a little nudge for attention, "I'm gonna go ahead and say it's probably not quinque." As for the face beneath the mask, it wasn't really anyone he knew - though the stoicism kind of reminder him of Rin. Her agape mouth and that drying drool was a bit upsetting; so being the good, reasonable host he was, Takumi figured they'd ought to remedy that. "By the way, there still leftovers of last night's dead guy?" he asked Hana, his implication being rather obvious. He turned his attention back to the girls...
...and began walking forward. The longer he looked at the scene, the more anathema it became to him; he was going to do something about it. "Oi, Asoka. Back off. Hospitality is sacred you know," Takumi scolded with arms crossed, having at this point made his way over to where the trouble had erupted. Honestly, and she had been the one calling him a degenerate? Perhaps his actions might be seen as overreaction, but he was a traveler; mutualism between host and guest was very important to him. "And you, newcomer. I apologize for her rash actions, but I'd like you to put that away," he gestured to her wings, "Nobody's going to be hurting you, so long as you conduct yourself properly." He then cast his enforcer's gaze on Asoka, "Right?" His demeanor suggested that wasn't a question.
Of course, now that Takumi was up close, the distinct smell of human would be wafting into the two belligerents' noses in 3... 2....
Third Ward, Sakura Clinic, Fourth Floor
"Ouch, you guys are brutal," Takumi sighed, rubbing his slightly stinging stomach as he gauged the reactions of everyone in the room to his masterful comedy. There wasn't even a single suppressed smile in the crowd - not even from the white-haired prepubescent! How utterly disheartening. 'It was perfect timing too! Hands, handy. It doesn't get much better than that!' Nevertheless, the half-ghoul resolved to maintain composure in front of the newcomer. Say what you will about his ability to conceal his emotions, but his ability to at least seem kind of professional was quite adept. Granted, projecting such an air and maintaining one were two very different things; case in point, his "professional cool dude" image was immediately broken by literally everything Asoka did and said in that few second span.
"...Erm...Letting you in? From my understanding high-school biology, it should be the other way around, right?" Takumi tilted his head as he intoned his lewdly innocent inquiry, his voice faltering as his sense of dread increased with each step Asoka took towards the newcomer. He could understand why she was doing it - the newcomer's everything was really, really weird - but such an overt display of aggression was no way to greet a guest. He was confident he could deal with any trouble that could arise as consequence, but he'd much rather prefer to avoid that sort of offense to his sensibilities in the first place. Of course, he didn't really banked on the best of anything, so his reaction to what happened next was surmisable as 'disappointed but not unexpected'.
Takumi puffed out his cheeks and exhaled, deciding that he'd seen too many kagune in one day. Based on the appearance of the ukaku sprouting from her back, she was looking to recover from an earlier conflict and- 'Nice, nice. RC cells on the carpet.' The newcomer ghoul's wings seemed to drip with liquid every now and then, making hell for whoever would be cleaning. And if last night was any indicator, that would probably be himself and one of the kids.
At any rate, Takumi was sure Hana could recognize the problem here - the clipped wings that is, not the carpet (even if that was a problem in and of itself) - but he decided to give his two cents on the issue. "Not straight, not swiss cheese," he said, giving his elder sister a little nudge for attention, "I'm gonna go ahead and say it's probably not quinque." As for the face beneath the mask, it wasn't really anyone he knew - though the stoicism kind of reminder him of Rin. Her agape mouth and that drying drool was a bit upsetting; so being the good, reasonable host he was, Takumi figured they'd ought to remedy that. "By the way, there still leftovers of last night's dead guy?" he asked Hana, his implication being rather obvious. He turned his attention back to the girls...
...and began walking forward. The longer he looked at the scene, the more anathema it became to him; he was going to do something about it. "Oi, Asoka. Back off. Hospitality is sacred you know," Takumi scolded with arms crossed, having at this point made his way over to where the trouble had erupted. Honestly, and she had been the one calling him a degenerate? Perhaps his actions might be seen as overreaction, but he was a traveler; mutualism between host and guest was very important to him. "And you, newcomer. I apologize for her rash actions, but I'd like you to put that away," he gestured to her wings, "Nobody's going to be hurting you, so long as you conduct yourself properly." He then cast his enforcer's gaze on Asoka, "Right?" His demeanor suggested that wasn't a question.
Of course, now that Takumi was up close, the distinct smell of human would be wafting into the two belligerents' noses in 3... 2....
Anderson's time power was p easy to beat. It was his political power that made him a bitch to deal with tbh.
@Masaki Haruna what list? that was basically my list lmao
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