Lucius Cypher said
I guess Kuhaku just wants to eat Pluto nah mean?
Ooh yiss.
P.S. - Happy holidays, ladies and gents.
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Ooh yiss.
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Lucius Cypher said
Well, Gren just showed up with Pluto. Not exactly earth-shattering big, but it's something, right?
Shiro's going to attack Pluto the moment he steps into the room, by the way.
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Gnar The Missing Link said
Just to make things clear, and to give those who haven't posted yet a chance to post, I'ma post tonight the second to the last post of this 'arc' since I think I've given enough time as it is.How does that sound to everyone?
Sounds good.
Tatsua Aiisen said
Yeah, this was answered on skype.
There's a group skype? Ooh, add me. I'm 'Slimy Tentacle'
1. Is there a gym aboard the Izanagi?
2. Will there be bodysuits akin to Evangelion, self-assembling armored suits like Dead Space, or a mixture of the two?
2. Will there be bodysuits akin to Evangelion, self-assembling armored suits like Dead Space, or a mixture of the two?
Gnar The Missing Link said
Heheh, thanks guys~ ^_^
Okay, got it now. One post per one of your posts to break things up and keep order.
"Sorry, got a chronic case of foot in mouth syndrome. Didn't mean it like that,"He managed out.
She smiled a little.
She could definitely understand the F.I.M. syndrome, as she had it herself on occasion.
The boy seemed polite and nice enough.
As the boy's mouth opened to speak, her eyes snapped behind her as she saw a Spartan catch up with them.
Eyes wide in astonishment, she was unable to finish forming her thoughts before...
"L-"SLAM.
The Spartan's roundhouse kick caught both of them in the stomach and sent them literally flying back towards the others.
All of the air in her lungs was forced out with a cough as the two of them were caught and subsequently forced to the ground. Esther having a brief flashback of the hand-to-hand combat training she had with her father. Unsure of whenever she had closed her eyes, she opened them to see the Spartan who had kicked them be thrown back also. Only this time, he was missing his arm. Expression frozen in horror, she withdrew into herself as memories from her younger years replayed in her mind. The sound of deafening gunfire being drowned out by her thoughts.
"Papa?..." Asked a younger Esther, sitting at the kitchen table with her father.
It was night time, all of the lights in the house were off.
The only light present was that of the glow of the moon outside.
Her father sat in relative silence.
A smoldering cigarette in one hand, a glass of liquor in the other.
He looked...Dead.
"..."
"Papa, may I ask you something?"
Her father's eyes were glassy, as if he wasn't all there.
"..."
"Wh-...When you saw combat...D-...Did you ever lose anyone?"
Her father stirred.
"...Yes." He croaked out, weakly.
"Was it someone close?" Even Esther herself didn't quite know why she sat there, questioning her father on such sensitive matters.
She just wanted to know more.
Her father blinked slowly, but remained still.
"...Yes."
"Who were they? Were they your friends?"
Her father's eyes lifted to look at Esther.
"...Brothers."
"How did they die?"
Her father slowly sighed, his chest rising and falling wearily.
"...From my mistakes."
Esther's voice caught in her throat, she was unsure of how to digest that answer.
She was still desperate to know more for some ungodly reason.
"Did...Did you ever move on?"
Her father's eyes lowered to his look at his bionic hands. No response.
"..."
"Papa?" She pressed on.
Her father raised his glass to his lips and took a sip.
He chased the bitter liquid with a drag from his cigarette and closed his eyes.
"Esse, you should go to bed. It's late."
Returning to reality, she blinked as a Spartan muttered at her and the other boy to stay behind him. As she watched the following fight, she felt her stomach sink. She said she was ready to accept the consequences of her actions, but...she wasn't quite ready for this. She didn't realize that she would be the one to make the first, grave mistake. Not like this. Eyes trying to keep track of the Cruxi Hunter, her heart grew icy and cold. She had always only seen images of the Cruxi. Descriptions of them being recounted by her father and shared with her whenever he was functional. She felt like throwing up, her body still aching from being battered and jostled.
As the Spartan executed the Cruxi and the struggle ended, she looked up as the other boy stood and offered his hand to help.
"Leonce," He forced out, finishing what he meant to say earlier.
"Sorry, hope you're okay."
Why was he sorry? It was her fault that a Spartan got injured.
It was her fault for endangering them all.
Taking Leonce's hand, she got to her feet.
Keeping her eyes on the ground, she bowed her head in shame upon seeing the others' disapproving looks.
She had acted foolishly in front of them all and embarrassed herself.
A Spartan was now missing his arm.
She had put them all at risk.
She shrunk from the shame and internalized, her cheeks reddening hotly.
"...Which is something that wouldn't have been necessary if Esther and Leonce here would have been fucking patient, and waited for Father and his men to finish finding a safe route… That Hunter was scanning the area and was almost done patrolling until your foolish running caused it to jump into action…” spoke Lorenzo as he gritted his teeth as he looked at both Esther and Leonce, before looking at the wounded Spartan. “We were waiting because this specific location is rather safe for the time being… but now I'm not too sure.”
Esther's color drained from her face.
Any ounce of her spirit and bravado had quickly left her.
She drowned most everything out, only temporarily breaking from her spell to jump at the sight of a terrifying Cruxi Grinder batter at the walls of the room's shields.
She hid in the back of the group, not wanting to show her defeated expression. She relegated herself to just staying with the group, quiet and obedient.
As they had arrived where they were supposed to evacuate to, Esther looked up to see a Framework work on loading their ship. Blinking in in awe, she found herself drifting towards it, reaching out. Enraptured and fascinated with the large machine, she wanted to get a closer look. She stopped when she heard the doctor speak again.
“Hundreds… huh?” whistled Lorenzo as he placed his hands in his pocket as looked at the many Hunters, Harbingers, Grinders, the normal troopers and the heavy troopers.
“I'm surprised to see so many…”
“It would appear the Hunter we engaged earlier sent out a distress signal prior to its defeat,” spoke Matilda as she folded her arms and ran calculations.
“So… you are saying this is something that could have been avoided?” asked Lorenzo as he looked at Leonce and Esther, his eyes cold.
“Correct, sir,” spoke Matilda as she continued looking at her information.
“They gathered here upon the Hunter’s signal since they couldn't breach the walls of the route leading here.”
Esther lowered her hand and head, returning to the back of the group as she withdrew once again into her shell.
A Spartan Captain then spoke to the good doctor, urging them to board the ship.
“My children will get on the ship, yes, but I still need to wait for my fellow scientists… if any of them actually show. It is my duty as Head Scientist to wait and collect their data and follow through with the final protocol after all. We've all sworn an oath, and everyone on this facility knows this.” he replied.
“…Well then… Children, board the Izanagi and prepare yourselves for departure. There are Spartans and Omegas on the ship who will protect you, find them and stay with them. Ignore the White Framework as it does its work, and your Father will be coming shortly,” spoke Lorenzo as he indicated the massive ship before turning towards two other gentleman.
"Alright, lets get going then. Everyone on board." She spoke aloud to the other kids.
"Before any more of you decide to do something incredibly stupid."
Returning to reality, Esther scowled at the other female pilot candidate's remarks.
Okay, so she fucked up big time. So what? They were human. They were all evitably going to make mistakes. At least she didn't sit around waiting to be told what to do like a little lost lamb. Eyes burning with anger, Esther snarked up a loogie and hawked it out. Spitting on the ground in response to the other pilot candidate. As if to dare, "What, you got a problem with me, bitch?" It seemed that she already made a few enemies. Oh, well. With her rage bolstering her, she found her spirit returning. She would probably have to confront the others later and clear the air if anyone had any problems with her. She was only a bit saddened that she inadvertently dragged Leonce into all of this with her.
She smiled a little.
She could definitely understand the F.I.M. syndrome, as she had it herself on occasion.
The boy seemed polite and nice enough.
As the boy's mouth opened to speak, her eyes snapped behind her as she saw a Spartan catch up with them.
Eyes wide in astonishment, she was unable to finish forming her thoughts before...
"L-"SLAM.
The Spartan's roundhouse kick caught both of them in the stomach and sent them literally flying back towards the others.
All of the air in her lungs was forced out with a cough as the two of them were caught and subsequently forced to the ground. Esther having a brief flashback of the hand-to-hand combat training she had with her father. Unsure of whenever she had closed her eyes, she opened them to see the Spartan who had kicked them be thrown back also. Only this time, he was missing his arm. Expression frozen in horror, she withdrew into herself as memories from her younger years replayed in her mind. The sound of deafening gunfire being drowned out by her thoughts.
"Papa?..." Asked a younger Esther, sitting at the kitchen table with her father.
It was night time, all of the lights in the house were off.
The only light present was that of the glow of the moon outside.
Her father sat in relative silence.
A smoldering cigarette in one hand, a glass of liquor in the other.
He looked...Dead.
"..."
"Papa, may I ask you something?"
Her father's eyes were glassy, as if he wasn't all there.
"..."
"Wh-...When you saw combat...D-...Did you ever lose anyone?"
Her father stirred.
"...Yes." He croaked out, weakly.
"Was it someone close?" Even Esther herself didn't quite know why she sat there, questioning her father on such sensitive matters.
She just wanted to know more.
Her father blinked slowly, but remained still.
"...Yes."
"Who were they? Were they your friends?"
Her father's eyes lifted to look at Esther.
"...Brothers."
"How did they die?"
Her father slowly sighed, his chest rising and falling wearily.
"...From my mistakes."
Esther's voice caught in her throat, she was unsure of how to digest that answer.
She was still desperate to know more for some ungodly reason.
"Did...Did you ever move on?"
Her father's eyes lowered to his look at his bionic hands. No response.
"..."
"Papa?" She pressed on.
Her father raised his glass to his lips and took a sip.
He chased the bitter liquid with a drag from his cigarette and closed his eyes.
"Esse, you should go to bed. It's late."
Returning to reality, she blinked as a Spartan muttered at her and the other boy to stay behind him. As she watched the following fight, she felt her stomach sink. She said she was ready to accept the consequences of her actions, but...she wasn't quite ready for this. She didn't realize that she would be the one to make the first, grave mistake. Not like this. Eyes trying to keep track of the Cruxi Hunter, her heart grew icy and cold. She had always only seen images of the Cruxi. Descriptions of them being recounted by her father and shared with her whenever he was functional. She felt like throwing up, her body still aching from being battered and jostled.
As the Spartan executed the Cruxi and the struggle ended, she looked up as the other boy stood and offered his hand to help.
"Leonce," He forced out, finishing what he meant to say earlier.
"Sorry, hope you're okay."
Why was he sorry? It was her fault that a Spartan got injured.
It was her fault for endangering them all.
Taking Leonce's hand, she got to her feet.
Keeping her eyes on the ground, she bowed her head in shame upon seeing the others' disapproving looks.
She had acted foolishly in front of them all and embarrassed herself.
A Spartan was now missing his arm.
She had put them all at risk.
She shrunk from the shame and internalized, her cheeks reddening hotly.
"...Which is something that wouldn't have been necessary if Esther and Leonce here would have been fucking patient, and waited for Father and his men to finish finding a safe route… That Hunter was scanning the area and was almost done patrolling until your foolish running caused it to jump into action…” spoke Lorenzo as he gritted his teeth as he looked at both Esther and Leonce, before looking at the wounded Spartan. “We were waiting because this specific location is rather safe for the time being… but now I'm not too sure.”
Esther's color drained from her face.
Any ounce of her spirit and bravado had quickly left her.
She drowned most everything out, only temporarily breaking from her spell to jump at the sight of a terrifying Cruxi Grinder batter at the walls of the room's shields.
She hid in the back of the group, not wanting to show her defeated expression. She relegated herself to just staying with the group, quiet and obedient.
As they had arrived where they were supposed to evacuate to, Esther looked up to see a Framework work on loading their ship. Blinking in in awe, she found herself drifting towards it, reaching out. Enraptured and fascinated with the large machine, she wanted to get a closer look. She stopped when she heard the doctor speak again.
“Hundreds… huh?” whistled Lorenzo as he placed his hands in his pocket as looked at the many Hunters, Harbingers, Grinders, the normal troopers and the heavy troopers.
“I'm surprised to see so many…”
“It would appear the Hunter we engaged earlier sent out a distress signal prior to its defeat,” spoke Matilda as she folded her arms and ran calculations.
“So… you are saying this is something that could have been avoided?” asked Lorenzo as he looked at Leonce and Esther, his eyes cold.
“Correct, sir,” spoke Matilda as she continued looking at her information.
“They gathered here upon the Hunter’s signal since they couldn't breach the walls of the route leading here.”
Esther lowered her hand and head, returning to the back of the group as she withdrew once again into her shell.
A Spartan Captain then spoke to the good doctor, urging them to board the ship.
“My children will get on the ship, yes, but I still need to wait for my fellow scientists… if any of them actually show. It is my duty as Head Scientist to wait and collect their data and follow through with the final protocol after all. We've all sworn an oath, and everyone on this facility knows this.” he replied.
“…Well then… Children, board the Izanagi and prepare yourselves for departure. There are Spartans and Omegas on the ship who will protect you, find them and stay with them. Ignore the White Framework as it does its work, and your Father will be coming shortly,” spoke Lorenzo as he indicated the massive ship before turning towards two other gentleman.
"Alright, lets get going then. Everyone on board." She spoke aloud to the other kids.
"Before any more of you decide to do something incredibly stupid."
Returning to reality, Esther scowled at the other female pilot candidate's remarks.
Okay, so she fucked up big time. So what? They were human. They were all evitably going to make mistakes. At least she didn't sit around waiting to be told what to do like a little lost lamb. Eyes burning with anger, Esther snarked up a loogie and hawked it out. Spitting on the ground in response to the other pilot candidate. As if to dare, "What, you got a problem with me, bitch?" It seemed that she already made a few enemies. Oh, well. With her rage bolstering her, she found her spirit returning. She would probably have to confront the others later and clear the air if anyone had any problems with her. She was only a bit saddened that she inadvertently dragged Leonce into all of this with her.
Shiro jumped with a start whenever Abel sat up in his bed. He was certain that his teammate was dead asleep and wouldn't be bothered by his tinkering. He felt a little apologetic that the noise he generated woke him up.
"G'night," Abel said shortly after. Falling backwards to return to his slumber.
Well, that didn't last long. Ah, well.
At least he had the ability to quickly fall back asleep.
Shiro didn't feel as bad for having woken him.
However, after a few minutes there was a knock on the door and Abel stirred again.
Damn it. Shiro's ears drooped. He felt bad.
Looking towards the door, a package was pushed into the room and the door was quickly shut after opening. Blinking, he watched as a bleary-eyed Abel got up and opened the package to pull out what looked like a white cellular device.
"Dog tags? Real encouraling. 'Couraging. Whatever. 'S cool. I guess." Abel slurred. He must've been absolutely exhausted. Shiro felt even worse.
Pushing his remorse aside, he grew curious. He set his weapon and tools down and made his way over to the box as Abel passed him and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. Looking back at him, he saw Abel return to his bed and collapsed again. Padding over to the box, he pulled out his own device and turned it over in his hands. After a brief examination, he read the message that was left in the box. Reading quietly to himself.
"Congratulations on making it into Beacon! These devices are called 'Scrolls', and will be essential to your work as a Hunter. Having this is mandatory, and the loss or damage of one must be reported immediately; These serve as your Identification, License, Communication method, Messaging device, and, in the worst case scenario, your Dog Tags. Having these will enable you to access the various technology based facilities at our academy, with some restrictions of course. These will even be able to monitor your Aura level, as well as the levels and physical conditions of your teammates. To use these, simply pull the two plastic ends apart gently to reveal the screen. Upon system Startup, you will be provided with further instructions. Sincerely, The Package Man."
Shiro snickered at the odd delivery man's title. 'Package'.
He halted his snickering and covered his mouth, looking back to the sleeping Abel.
Right, quiet.
Looking at the scroll, he opened it and powered it on. Reading the message left on it to himself.
"All teams are required to take classes together in order to ensure that students have peers that they can always depend upon for review and study. Teams are required to take two Educational Courses (ie, Mathematics, Language, Computer Science, and Music) and two Hunter Courses (ie, Survival, Physical Training, Weapon Care and Testing, Grimmology, and Welding). We recommend that the team leader, or a general group consensus decide what courses will be selected."
Just two for each Course? That would prove difficult for Shiro to decide on.
A lot of the courses he knew he needed to take. A few others seemed interesting to him.
Whatever, he would decide later. He quickly entered his personal information and shut the scroll, powering it off.
For now, he wanted to quickly finish his weapon alterations and put everything away so as to not disturb Abel further.
Pocketing the scroll, he padded over to his disassembled weapon. Snatching up what he needed, he quickly put it back together after a complete conversion of its internal firing mechanisms. He decided that a shotgun modification would serve to be more prudent than a grenade launcher. He was more used to the shotgun form anyways, it proved to be far more reliable. After a quick functions check, he reloaded the hidden internal magazine with fresh dust ammunition. As swiftly as he could, he then slung his reassembled weapon on his back and put away his things. As he finished, Gren had walked into the room.
"Hello everyone. I'm back."
Smiling, Shiro was about to return his greeting as the door slowly opened.
His expression froze.
Gren brought a guest.
A scent wafted through the air and immediately activated something in his blood.
His eyes began to glow a bright blue, black stripes appearing on his ears and tail. A low growl rumbling in his chest and throat.
"G'night," Abel said shortly after. Falling backwards to return to his slumber.
Well, that didn't last long. Ah, well.
At least he had the ability to quickly fall back asleep.
Shiro didn't feel as bad for having woken him.
However, after a few minutes there was a knock on the door and Abel stirred again.
Damn it. Shiro's ears drooped. He felt bad.
Looking towards the door, a package was pushed into the room and the door was quickly shut after opening. Blinking, he watched as a bleary-eyed Abel got up and opened the package to pull out what looked like a white cellular device.
"Dog tags? Real encouraling. 'Couraging. Whatever. 'S cool. I guess." Abel slurred. He must've been absolutely exhausted. Shiro felt even worse.
Pushing his remorse aside, he grew curious. He set his weapon and tools down and made his way over to the box as Abel passed him and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. Looking back at him, he saw Abel return to his bed and collapsed again. Padding over to the box, he pulled out his own device and turned it over in his hands. After a brief examination, he read the message that was left in the box. Reading quietly to himself.
"Congratulations on making it into Beacon! These devices are called 'Scrolls', and will be essential to your work as a Hunter. Having this is mandatory, and the loss or damage of one must be reported immediately; These serve as your Identification, License, Communication method, Messaging device, and, in the worst case scenario, your Dog Tags. Having these will enable you to access the various technology based facilities at our academy, with some restrictions of course. These will even be able to monitor your Aura level, as well as the levels and physical conditions of your teammates. To use these, simply pull the two plastic ends apart gently to reveal the screen. Upon system Startup, you will be provided with further instructions. Sincerely, The Package Man."
Shiro snickered at the odd delivery man's title. 'Package'.
He halted his snickering and covered his mouth, looking back to the sleeping Abel.
Right, quiet.
Looking at the scroll, he opened it and powered it on. Reading the message left on it to himself.
"All teams are required to take classes together in order to ensure that students have peers that they can always depend upon for review and study. Teams are required to take two Educational Courses (ie, Mathematics, Language, Computer Science, and Music) and two Hunter Courses (ie, Survival, Physical Training, Weapon Care and Testing, Grimmology, and Welding). We recommend that the team leader, or a general group consensus decide what courses will be selected."
Just two for each Course? That would prove difficult for Shiro to decide on.
A lot of the courses he knew he needed to take. A few others seemed interesting to him.
Whatever, he would decide later. He quickly entered his personal information and shut the scroll, powering it off.
For now, he wanted to quickly finish his weapon alterations and put everything away so as to not disturb Abel further.
Pocketing the scroll, he padded over to his disassembled weapon. Snatching up what he needed, he quickly put it back together after a complete conversion of its internal firing mechanisms. He decided that a shotgun modification would serve to be more prudent than a grenade launcher. He was more used to the shotgun form anyways, it proved to be far more reliable. After a quick functions check, he reloaded the hidden internal magazine with fresh dust ammunition. As swiftly as he could, he then slung his reassembled weapon on his back and put away his things. As he finished, Gren had walked into the room.
"Hello everyone. I'm back."
Smiling, Shiro was about to return his greeting as the door slowly opened.
His expression froze.
Gren brought a guest.
A scent wafted through the air and immediately activated something in his blood.
His eyes began to glow a bright blue, black stripes appearing on his ears and tail. A low growl rumbling in his chest and throat.
shadowkiller912 said
What are your guys favorite characters?Mine is Erika.
Never got too far into watching it because again, the brother-sister relationship disturbed me too much. Though the artwork is real appealing and it's a shame I can't get over myself to finish watching it.
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