HereComesTheSnow

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

hello yes i did write this while hungry how could you tell

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

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High above the LZ's airspace, it could be safely assumed that Konstantin had spotted the disturbance and associated dust plume, on account that all six of his available cannons were trained upon what appeared to be its' epicenter. Only God above knew the specifics of what they had just dug up, both in metaphor and in the literal sense, but he couldn't help it if he smelled an engagement. Animal instincts were hard to shake.

<<I can corroborate both. Triangulating artillery coordinates now. All yours, Voyager.>>

That said, he was still a professional first and foremost. Halting his circuit, he quickly darted his gaze across his HUD, indicating the somewhat-excavated Orbital's designation field as TGT. Merlon took over from there, transmitting the updated IFF structure to every synced orbital to quite plainly display upon their HUDs and Radar fields. Once established, the designation's position coupled with the readings of AGL-001 streamed all the aim assistance Isra could need, freezer burnt or not.

Once they got a proper grid set up for this place, then the classic "steel rain" idea would be far simpler. But you work with what you have.

So, that was quite a lot that just happened in the span of seconds. There was no great coincidence that the radiation patterns all but perfectly lined up with Oberth Reactors, then, when the team's first great discovery on this rock was that somebody was indeed here first. While Harding's little slip of the tongue had far from gone unnoticed, there were more pressing matters to attend to than the relationship between Siberia and Kitezh— chiefly that which had suddenly proven to have some sort of ghost in the machine.

Could you really expect a soldier to believe in a coincidence like this?

<<We're digging up Orbitals, aren't we? Maybe somebody else had the same idea.>> he ventured dryly, full attention returned to the disturbance. As the de-facto AWACS and designated guinea pig for General Resources, it naturally fell to him to provide preliminary analysis on whatever the hell just woke up.

<<Range to bogey: three-point-five clicks Northeast from LZ, vector 076. Visual obscured by dust plume at current resolution. Beginning scan cycle.>>

Guns still very much trained, he quickly set to work, running through all available detection filters.

<<...All that said, though, I'd be fine with some kind of crab. Michael could roast it and we could all stop worrying about MREs for a while.>>

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

[MISSION UPDATE]

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

So I lied.

mans straight up didn't even hear the laughter. whatever happens is gonna be totally out of left field for him, and that'll be all sorts of fun.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Gerard Segremors

@VitaVitaAR

"That's real brave of you, but pretty damn foolish, y'know?"

As the woman's hand rose, alight with elements bent to her arcane will, so too did that of Gerard, clad in shaped metal. Any monkey with two specks of gray between his ears to rub together would understand that she needed to be dealt with immediately— to allow her to blast them with the wrath of storms unimpeded was tantamount to suicide. It was an afterthought to him that she had been given the chance to surrender— it came as no surprise that it wasn't taken. They were in too deep to be argued back.

Nobody in this chamber was so foolish as to not have readied themselves for force's entry into the equation. Hell, if one wanted to speak with honesty, it was already far, far behind them.

A flash appeared before him, the gleam of tempered steel, spinning towards the witch with all of his might behind it as his arm whipped down and forward. His knife, large and sturdy as it may have been, was not particularly balanced for throwing. He himself was not a particular specialist in the dangerous art of throwing knives at people. The distance between them was enough that she felt quite safe in gloating as she began to cast. Chances were that she would be able to stay out of the way without incident, with all these factors working in tandem.

Within his next breath, Gerard burst forth with longsword in hand, a loosed arrow within the knife's wake. He knew little of the nature of magic in even a general sense, let alone its many schools. He knew nothing of whether or not this woman required arcane incantations, specific motions, or certain materials to ply her trade. He was a total stranger to the realm of wizardry.

He was no stranger to warfare.

The fact of the matter was that it didn't need to be accurate, it didn't need to be a direct threat. It simply needed to be distracting. Something to snap her attention off the knights that would secure the little girl, towards a more immediate problem. In that moment, her mind would not be set upon blasting away the Captain. Her reflexes would take over in some respect to the whirling, gleaming blur headed her way from just out of focus— and that would be his opening.

The sound of leather boots upon old stone were a staccato thunder as he surged forth, ravenously devouring distance between the silver-haired woman and he. The mage hadn't gloated without good reason— fast as even he was, there was ample space between them for her to see him coming and adjust her aim to him, should he have not rattled her concentration so thoroughly as to cause the spell to fizzle in her hand. To put things plainly, he was staring down the point of a spear and charging it. A tall order for anyone whose only method of attack from afar was already spent.

That doesn't matter, though.

Even if I earn a bolt for my trouble, that's the point to begin with.

Every second I can make this woman focus on me is another my fellows can use to focus on him.

So long as they have the opening they need...

I'm not afraid of what I must do.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

my intent’s to let Caas get a post in before I proceed with operation rushdown

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

I like to keep it spicy.

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

beginning to sweat in multirole

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

I need to stay airborne. I'll look over it tomorrow and see if I have something i can squeeze a post out with, but otherwise air superiority maintenance is priority.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Gerard Segremors

@VitaVitaAR

"Captain! Path's open!" Gerard called, a moment after his fallen quarry took his last shuddering breath. His own came in short bursts, unintentionally forcing his voice to resonate in the cavity of the upper chest— his call became a rough shout. Doubling back after pulling his blade free of skull, blood, and brain, Gerard scanned the ground, amber searchlights trying to focus upon— there. A small trinket upon the ground, catching the dim light in just such an unnatural way.

He ran a three and a half strides and scooped up the talisman the man had brandished, moments before little Tili's knife had made a home within the hinge of his elbow. Whatever it did, this alien arcane focus could not be allowed to fall back into the hands of the enemy. Deny them their strengths. The very basest of a warrior's principles, one that extended to all levels of combat— from man-to-man to nation-versus-nation. At a guess, it commanded the reanimated dead that the Captain and Knight Serpenta had been bogged down by. Perhaps not the key to their twisted mockeries of a second life at their cores, but likely that which directed whatever ghost lied within the machine.

Could he use it against its former masters?

No.

As a man of faith he would not stoop to it, and as a man of practicality, he could not waste time chancing it. He probably would need to turn his back upon the Goddesses if he wished to harness this power, turn towards something blackened, turgid, evil. It would be a trifle in exchange for something unforgivable. He was wholly unwilling.

He dropped the trinket, its garnet glittering as it clattered again to the floor—

And crushed it beneath his boot, grinding his heel into the stone tiling until he heard something give before setting off further down. Whatever was happening down there wouldn't stop itself. Hopefully his fellows could rejoin him soon, but as it stood now, he needed to take this opportunity he'd earned. To gain more ground for them all.