>Average cruise liner speed is 21-25 knots
>That goes to about 24-27 mph
>Fastest recorded speed is 38 knots
>43 mph
>Acceleration/addition of force takes time to build up, providing margin of escape
To put that in perspective, an average .45 handgun fires at roughly 660 mph and the average punch is 20. Hardly what I'd call 'getting his ass handed to him'.
No I did not look this up for the sake of winning the bout or whatever, I just wanted to see how fast a cruise ship moves and then ended up putting it into perspective so I could get a good description.
EDIT: Post is up. Ending might seem a bit weird, but I figured a smart enough person would realize that a criminal does not just get that powerful over night. Cowardly as it may seem, exposing a conspiracy > dying.
Also I'm gonna be gone most all of tomorrow. Hence ending it. Now it's Kerrigan's turn!
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Levi's triumphant 'go shove it' smirk soon faded once he felt his chair get hefted up and flipped around, letting the two Vault Dwellers face each other. 'What the Hell?' Levi thought, breath picking up pace for just a moment. This couldn't be good. At all. Served him right for trusting these assholes! Now they were just gonna go ahead and do whatever they wanted anyway!
Levi squirmed in his seat, trying to get his body free to do something before the interrogator could do what he wished to him or Sarah. He looked up every now and then, hopefully Sarah's defiance could stall for enough time. These merc idiots forgot to take away his bag, the idiots. What, did they assume he didn't have anything in there?
And just like his triumphant 'go shove it' smirk from earlier, this iteration came and went with even more speed. Once the screaming started, the male started to panic a lot more than he already was. Levi knew he couldn't waste time, or that'd be him in a few seconds. 'Oh God, oh shit, oh SHIT!' he thought before the feeling of his right arm went slack. He had a forearm free to get something, but the ropes were too tight to let him get it completely out. 'Gotta work fast...!' he thought, taking several panicked breaths, looking up and seeing Sarah practically dead already. Slowly but surely he unzipped the bag, allowing a few toys to get in his reach...
"So, have you decided what I'm going to take from you?"
"Did you mean, what are you gonna take that's mine?"
A certain metal object clacked onto the ground, getting sent towards the merc with a kick from Levi, who put all his weight into letting his chair, and himself, fall to the side. Hopefully the old pre-war wood would give under his squirming now that it took a good fall to the ground...!
...And if not, he was still able to fetch a grenade. The mine was just to buy some more time; it wasn't even active. It's not like he'd intentionally send an explosive to both his enemy and his injured ally at once.
Levi squirmed in his seat, trying to get his body free to do something before the interrogator could do what he wished to him or Sarah. He looked up every now and then, hopefully Sarah's defiance could stall for enough time. These merc idiots forgot to take away his bag, the idiots. What, did they assume he didn't have anything in there?
And just like his triumphant 'go shove it' smirk from earlier, this iteration came and went with even more speed. Once the screaming started, the male started to panic a lot more than he already was. Levi knew he couldn't waste time, or that'd be him in a few seconds. 'Oh God, oh shit, oh SHIT!' he thought before the feeling of his right arm went slack. He had a forearm free to get something, but the ropes were too tight to let him get it completely out. 'Gotta work fast...!' he thought, taking several panicked breaths, looking up and seeing Sarah practically dead already. Slowly but surely he unzipped the bag, allowing a few toys to get in his reach...
"So, have you decided what I'm going to take from you?"
"Did you mean, what are you gonna take that's mine?"
A certain metal object clacked onto the ground, getting sent towards the merc with a kick from Levi, who put all his weight into letting his chair, and himself, fall to the side. Hopefully the old pre-war wood would give under his squirming now that it took a good fall to the ground...!
...And if not, he was still able to fetch a grenade. The mine was just to buy some more time; it wasn't even active. It's not like he'd intentionally send an explosive to both his enemy and his injured ally at once.
The loss of his gun didn't really bother Gareth. He had something in his arsenal that he could work with even better than a boomstick, after all. No, what troubled him was the fact that this guy had killed a crap ton of people in several gruesome ways. Not even that he had been singled out. Just that those people had died unnecessarily. The two stared each other down, black against red. He didn't know why he'd gotten chosen to survive or get in a duel or whatever this asshole had planned for him. Gareth grit his teeth, he wasn't too afraid of dying, really. Once a child accepts death as an event that will happen no matter what, the concept no longer held much of an effect against him. Nothing but a long rest, right?
It seemed that the arrival of the Heretic had lifted some kind of metaphorical weight off of Gareth's shoulders, since the man seemed to actually relax in a situation tenser than... Well almost anything, actually. He actually stifled a laugh a little bit. "Heh. End of the line," he mused before looking straight into the Heretic's eyes.
"Guess this is what Dad'd call a 'good death'," He chuckled, "Ah well. It was a good run, short as it was." He brought up his arms in an exaggerated shrug, smiling all the way. "Maybe it's hopeless, even from the start, but I'll match your power to the very end. I will die standing."
With that final declaration, fire sprung to life in the red knight's hands, hotter than ever. Using one hand to create a type of thruster, blasting himself forth, and the other to form a type of 'heat blade', Gareth made his charge.
It seemed that the arrival of the Heretic had lifted some kind of metaphorical weight off of Gareth's shoulders, since the man seemed to actually relax in a situation tenser than... Well almost anything, actually. He actually stifled a laugh a little bit. "Heh. End of the line," he mused before looking straight into the Heretic's eyes.
"Guess this is what Dad'd call a 'good death'," He chuckled, "Ah well. It was a good run, short as it was." He brought up his arms in an exaggerated shrug, smiling all the way. "Maybe it's hopeless, even from the start, but I'll match your power to the very end. I will die standing."
With that final declaration, fire sprung to life in the red knight's hands, hotter than ever. Using one hand to create a type of thruster, blasting himself forth, and the other to form a type of 'heat blade', Gareth made his charge.
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THAT IS MUCH WORSE THAN THE VARIA-
At least we actually have a Cloud Guardian.
Even if he is pretty pathetic, it's still better than nothing!
Also, out of curiosity, are we going to have a Varia Arc (or equivalent)?
Ah man, I can use a Rain Varia member who's one of Yamamoto's Shigure Soen apprentices?
CS complete. Got a bit side tracked by some video games, but I think it all turned out well.
Apologies. Been caught up playing Katawa Shoujo.
Anna Brunhild
There she was, enjoying a nice moment of relaxation in the cafeteria. Both eyes closed and leaning back into the palms behind her head, fingers intertwined. She wasn't sleeping, no, she'd read the rules. She exhaled and smiled a bit. The sounds of the cafeteria weren't really what one could call 'relaxing', but when you were raised in a city without any truly quiet areas, you learned not to really mind the sounds. She wasn't like that for long, since the thief had felt a tap on the shoulder. If it was that stupid bear, she'd give him an earful about how she wasn't really sleeping and how much of a dumbass the bear was.
Anna cracked open an eyelid to check out who wanted to bother her. It was the nun. 'Great. If she starts talking about how I'm going to hell or starts trying to convert me, I swear I'm definitely going to go crazy...' she thought, giving a sigh before answering Maria. "Yeah, sure. Don't matter to me," she said idly, using one hand to gesture to the vacant seat in front of her. The situation would either go smoothly or go horribly, Anna noted, mixing a nun with a unrepentant sinner probably wouldn't be such a good idea. 'Then again, grand larceny isn't a good idea either,' Anna thought before returning to her previous position.
Astolfo Garneau
"...!"
Astolfo straightened, eyes widening after reading Octavia's most recent message. Did he bring any games along with him? The whole business with the evil bear, the introductions, and the murder school kind of distracted him from thinking of anything like that. But now that he had time... The pink haired gamer frantically searched through his pockets for anything, placing everything and anything he found on the table before him. Like a PS Vita. And charger. A 3DS. And charger. And games. A DSi. No charger. There were games though. And that was just his jacket pockets!
***
Before the two was an odd assortment of objects. It was almost a miracle how they managed to fit onto a person and a bag, which Astolfo had ran back to his old classroom to look for after noticing he didn't have it on him. Naturally, there was a bunch of stuff he couldn't fit, like a PS3 or Xbox 360. But it basically seemed like he had brought an entire armada of assorted video games. An almost comical amount, really.
"...Yeah!" Astolfo chirped, finally answering Octavia's question as to if he had brought games or not.
There she was, enjoying a nice moment of relaxation in the cafeteria. Both eyes closed and leaning back into the palms behind her head, fingers intertwined. She wasn't sleeping, no, she'd read the rules. She exhaled and smiled a bit. The sounds of the cafeteria weren't really what one could call 'relaxing', but when you were raised in a city without any truly quiet areas, you learned not to really mind the sounds. She wasn't like that for long, since the thief had felt a tap on the shoulder. If it was that stupid bear, she'd give him an earful about how she wasn't really sleeping and how much of a dumbass the bear was.
Anna cracked open an eyelid to check out who wanted to bother her. It was the nun. 'Great. If she starts talking about how I'm going to hell or starts trying to convert me, I swear I'm definitely going to go crazy...' she thought, giving a sigh before answering Maria. "Yeah, sure. Don't matter to me," she said idly, using one hand to gesture to the vacant seat in front of her. The situation would either go smoothly or go horribly, Anna noted, mixing a nun with a unrepentant sinner probably wouldn't be such a good idea. 'Then again, grand larceny isn't a good idea either,' Anna thought before returning to her previous position.
Astolfo Garneau
"...!"
Astolfo straightened, eyes widening after reading Octavia's most recent message. Did he bring any games along with him? The whole business with the evil bear, the introductions, and the murder school kind of distracted him from thinking of anything like that. But now that he had time... The pink haired gamer frantically searched through his pockets for anything, placing everything and anything he found on the table before him. Like a PS Vita. And charger. A 3DS. And charger. And games. A DSi. No charger. There were games though. And that was just his jacket pockets!
Before the two was an odd assortment of objects. It was almost a miracle how they managed to fit onto a person and a bag, which Astolfo had ran back to his old classroom to look for after noticing he didn't have it on him. Naturally, there was a bunch of stuff he couldn't fit, like a PS3 or Xbox 360. But it basically seemed like he had brought an entire armada of assorted video games. An almost comical amount, really.
"...Yeah!" Astolfo chirped, finally answering Octavia's question as to if he had brought games or not.
Raniero shrugged once Cyril shook his head at the notion that Daisuke was a criminal. "One out of two. Good enough," he said. It seemed Cyril didn't get that he had included him in that too. Though, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt Rani, after all. Not having anything else to do, the young man just watched on. He didn't know why he was on the receiving end of a glare from Cyril. It wasn't as if he had been the one talking about this 'Ten Year Bazooka' loudly. As the scene went on, Rani chuckled a bit at the fact that Daisuke just slapped Cyril in the face. It was quite the entertaining scenario, the two frolicking in the hall with such whimsy before the less intimidating of the two slapped the other.
Of course, if he knew anything about Cyril, it would probably be that he wouldn't let that slide. Unsurprisingly, someone got punched in the face.
"Think that was too hard," Raniero noted bluntly, nudging Daisuke's unconscious form with his crutch, "out cold. Impressive though. To cause object to fly from a bag. Fell with force to incapacitate." The white-haired cripple looked to the side at the pink bazooka beside him. It looked a lot like a toy instead of some magical time travelling device. He hobbled over to the weapon and picked it up. After turning it over a few times in order to accurately analyze it, he looked up a Cyril and did his best to hold the thing up. "This that Ten Year Bazooka?" he asked nonchalantly before looking down into the barrel off the bazooka. "Wonder..." he said, pushing the trigger with his crutch.
'Click'
It seemed that the device hadn't been loaded. Honestly it was to be expected, bazookas were one shot weapons.
Of course, if he knew anything about Cyril, it would probably be that he wouldn't let that slide. Unsurprisingly, someone got punched in the face.
"Think that was too hard," Raniero noted bluntly, nudging Daisuke's unconscious form with his crutch, "out cold. Impressive though. To cause object to fly from a bag. Fell with force to incapacitate." The white-haired cripple looked to the side at the pink bazooka beside him. It looked a lot like a toy instead of some magical time travelling device. He hobbled over to the weapon and picked it up. After turning it over a few times in order to accurately analyze it, he looked up a Cyril and did his best to hold the thing up. "This that Ten Year Bazooka?" he asked nonchalantly before looking down into the barrel off the bazooka. "Wonder..." he said, pushing the trigger with his crutch.
'Click'
It seemed that the device hadn't been loaded. Honestly it was to be expected, bazookas were one shot weapons.
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