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Crisis: The Empyrean Project (Sci-fi Military RP)

"Ready?"

Ashe looked up from the ground having been lost in a meditative trance for most of the decent. She forget everything who she was, her problems, her fears, all of it. All that was left was the soldier, the ancestral spirit of the warrior embedded deep in her soul that would kill without qualm anything to get the mission done. Especially when they were dancing so close to the line. Closing her eyes she felt a slight hum somewhere near the back of her head and a flash went across her eyes lighting up her tactile display that was projected over the retinas. A small grid appeared with the schematics of the PSF building giving it a once over she blinked and it vanished from sight, she checked her squad readouts names were listed with the small status lights next to them lit green the names Apex and Ghosty both catching her eye. She knew who Apex was but Ghosty? What kind of name was Ghosty? She figured it most of been the new guy, the talkative one that Ashe wanted to drive her fist, through preferably somewhere where it would hurt. She held nothing against him for she was probably annoying as well as a new recruit but new blood on a mission like the one they were about to embark on could only end badly. The notifier in the upper right hand corner of her vision flashed 500 meters until they hit the roof the number ticking down steadily.

She reached above her and brought down a long black canvas bag around 140cm in length matching the size and weight of a small child. Tearing off the safety seal it opened silently and she pulled out the MK-V slinging it to her back she then pulled out the ACS in its short ranged configuration attaching a suppressor to the barrel she held it in her hand. 60 meters and closing that was what the indicator stated silently and automatically having done so many teams before she stood up from her seat and grabbed onto the handrail that lined the ceiling of the cargo bay. 30 meters the roof could be seen clearly now from the ships camera, one soldier atop it was almost too easy. 28 meters the walls and floor shook as the transport titled its angle of descent moving in to make a touchdown, guard still had not noticed. 10 Meters bay doors unlocked themselves, guard finally taken notice looked up in shock and awe. O Meters door flung open.

As the door came down the light shined into the dark bay and before the PSF guard could react Apex put a bullet through his head and he dropped. Clean and efficient that was what the 101st drill sergeants had taught them. A missed shot could be the difference between life and death. The rest of the squad piled out silently and without words Campbell ran down gun in one hand and quickly grabbing one of the limp arms of the disposed arms dragging him behind a cooling unit out of sight so that any Coalition gunships would not see anything suspicious. After that she doubled timed it across the open space of the roof towards the building half expecting at any moment for gunfire to erupt from either side mowing her down while she did not have any cover but none ever came and she hit the wall of the building back against. Being the front line specialist she moved into the building first pushing the door open with one hand while the other hand the ACS raised and ready. Everything was quiet and she was about to give the all clear when she heard a faint ping.

Turning quickly she faced the elevator as the doors slid upon reveling three PSF men probably the rest of the roof guard having gone down for a bathroom break or something their friend having been the unlucky one that had to stay and guard the roof where nothing ever happened. Campbell training kicked in and a voice yelled at her to fire and before the guards had the chance to do more than let out a murmur of surprise not expecting any resistance a volley of bullets came out of the ACS slamming into their bodies and making them cast blood soaked pirouettes and leaving splashes resembling a Pollock made up of entirely red along the elevator wall. One of them was still alive and groaned in pain as he writhed across the floor, silently Ashe approach him and without a second of doubt brought her foot up the mechanical augmentations in her robotic leg reeving up as she then brought it down hard against the man's head and a sound similar to an egg being crushed was heard. As she dragged the bodies out of the elevator she tapped the side of her head once and the green squad indicator next to her name flashed once in response.

All Clear

The Velvet Room (Dark Side of the Redux Appendix Thread)

Unemi Masako

Name: Unmei Masako
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Standing at slightly above average height at 5'3" Masako is not the most imposing figure though with her pale blue eyes and usual expressionless facade some might say she is a bit wispy as if she was constantly fading in and out of our reality and that of somewhere else.

Personality:
Innocence, madness, freedom, spontaneity, inexperience, chaos, and creativity the small building blocks upon which life itself was built upon and of course a whole lot of luck. Masako herself was the embodiment of these ideas distilled into the form of a human being. Some might mistakenly put her off as nothing really special being a very quite and calm individual or maybe even a slacker that cares nothing for he academics or her future seemingly always sleeping in class and only getting High marks in her physical education classes and her history classes. Which while true would only be grasping at the thin outer surface of a human being. Inside her brain sparks jump across the chasms of thought at speeds that would be miraculous if not maybe explaining why she seemed so distant with a whole world operating within her head. Even in the most strenuous of situations she remains calm and tactfully be able to respond be it with a fist or by a quick turn of the body and an application of motion in the other direction. If one actually talked to her at a time she was not zoning out or sleeping they would a polite and friendly girl with the patience and understanding that would make the Buddha proud with the surprising ability to change course and adept to new situations with fluidity. Though due to her own condition growing up she has her own issues mostly around abandonment and how friends are pretty useless when in a year or two you were to be shipped off to a new town and a nice school.

Weapon: MMA Gloves

Arcana:
"The Fool Arcana does not mean that it can be taken lightly. The Fool is number zero. It is the void from which all other things begin."

The Fool
Initial Persona: Orpheus
Weak to Electricity, Dark
Resistant to Fire
Bash- A physical attack that does a small amount of damage to the target

Prime Persona
Unknown

Ultimate Persona
Unknown

Persona Repertoire:

History
Change was something that Masako had been accustomed to for a very long time. Having never known her mother who died when she was four years old in a tragic motor accident the only sort of parental figure she had was her father an international business consultants who would have to constantly uproot his young daughter from whatever friends she had made to go work for a new company somewhere else in the country or occasionally dropping her off alone with a suitcase and a tattered stuffed bear she still has at her grandparents houses as he had to go abroad. Due to never really having a clear definition of a parental figure she never really had a guiding influence as she grew up and as a result grew up independent taking in whatever traits she deemed appropriate and good from what she could learn from the outside world which would help explain her somewhat erratic personality at times. However the biggest influence in her life may be of course old martial arts movies. Her father was a big fan of them and when he would come home from a long day of work would sat down upon his favorite chair and turn on the television where the tales of heroics and violence would help him forget the long day. At his feet would be his young daughter for this would be how the two bounded and somehow forged a connection with one another with the girl finding new heroes, new ideals to strive for in the Wuxia heroes of old and the new gritter and flashy kung-fu masters of more modern cinema. It was only natural that she took up Karate, Akihito, Shaolin Wushu and eventually ended up finding her way most recently into the world of modern combat sports such as boxing her father providing her with the tutors and the materials necessary if not always present at least he never was a scrooge with his money when it came to his daughter's happiness. These lessons and these forms were what rooted her and one famous mantra had influenced the way she had progressed through her life from that point on "Be water, my friend." And it this point in her life comfortable in her position if a bit lost and unsure of where to turn next her father going away on another international trip for a year at the least had sent her off to Gekkoukan High School with relative ease for she could live there and the admission was already dealt with, her father having helped out the Kirijo Corporation almost ten years ago in the events after a large scale domestic incident. She did not know what to expect but what she did know was that it couldn't get any worse. Right?

Inventory
Her Gloves, Heraclitus: Fragments, Headphones, Music Player

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Redux

Theorist said
Looks good. ^^ She's accepted. I do have a question though. Just out of curiosity. What role did her dad play in helping Yoro's father with the incident?

Ah that would be a good question wouldn't it? Well how I'd imagine it if one was prone to be the imaginative sort was that business consultant being a fancy term for somebody that knows how to make problems go away like for example if the raging aspects of death were just released and deiced to destroy your research facility somebody with the right connections could make it so that any police investigations turn up little actual evidence and all end up getting closed after little actual police work. So your international corporate juggernaut does not collapse do to a "tragic accident." These kind of things happen a lot around the world and so that why her father is never home, for some other international juggernaut needs him to sweep something under the rug for them. But yeah so nothing major just making sure nothing got back to the Kirijo Group that would be harmful to their reputation.

Lennon79 said
Sup Hex.

Hey Lennon.

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Redux

And after probably listening to Burn My Dread twenty times over the course of writing this. She is done! May the gods find her worthy.

Unemi Masako

Name: Unmei Masako
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Standing at slightly above average height at 5'3" Masako is not the most imposing figure though with her pale blue eyes and usual expressionless facade some might say she is a bit wispy as if she was constantly fading in and out of our reality and that of somewhere else.

Personality:
Innocence, madness, freedom, spontaneity, inexperience, chaos, and creativity the small building blocks upon which life itself was built upon and of course a whole lot of luck. Masako herself was the embodiment of these ideas distilled into the form of a human being. Some might mistakenly put her off as nothing really special being a very quite and calm individual or maybe even a slacker that cares nothing for he academics or her future seemingly always sleeping in class and only getting High marks in her physical education classes and her history classes. Which while true would only be grasping at the thin outer surface of a human being. Inside her brain sparks jump across the chasms of thought at speeds that would be miraculous if not maybe explaining why she seemed so distant with a whole world operating within her head. Even in the most strenuous of situations she remains calm and tactfully be able to respond be it with a fist or by a quick turn of the body and an application of motion in the other direction. If one actually talked to her at a time she was not zoning out or sleeping they would a polite and friendly girl with the patience and understanding that would make the Buddha proud with the surprising ability to change course and adept to new situations with fluidity. Though due to her own condition growing up she has her own issues mostly around abandonment and how friends are pretty useless when in a year or two you were to be shipped off to a new town and a nice school.

Weapon: MMA Gloves

Arcana:
"The Fool Arcana does not mean that it can be taken lightly. The Fool is number zero. It is the void from which all other things begin."

The Fool
Initial Persona: Orpheus
Weak to Electricity, Dark
Resistant to Fire
Bash- A physical attack that does a small amount of damage to the target

Prime Persona
Unknown

Ultimate Persona
Unknown

History
Change was something that Masako had been accustomed to for a very long time. Having never known her mother who died when she was four years old in a tragic motor accident the only sort of parental figure she had was her father an international business consultants who would have to constantly uproot his young daughter from whatever friends she had made to go work for a new company somewhere else in the country or occasionally dropping her off alone with a suitcase and a tattered stuffed bear she still has at her grandparents houses as he had to go abroad. Due to never really having a clear definition of a parental figure she never really had a guiding influence as she grew up and as a result grew up independent taking in whatever traits she deemed appropriate and good from what she could learn from the outside world which would help explain her somewhat erratic personality at times. However the biggest influence in her life may be of course old martial arts movies. Her father was a big fan of them and when he would come home from a long day of work would sat down upon his favorite chair and turn on the television where the tales of heroics and violence would help him forget the long day. At his feet would be his young daughter for this would be how the two bounded and somehow forged a connection with one another with the girl finding new heroes, new ideals to strive for in the Wuxia heroes of old and the new gritter and flashy kung-fu masters of more modern cinema. It was only natural that she took up Karate, Akihito, Shaolin Wushu and eventually ended up finding her way most recently into the world of modern combat sports such as boxing her father providing her with the tutors and the materials necessary if not always present at least he never was a scrooge with his money when it came to his daughter's happiness. These lessons and these forms were what rooted her and one famous mantra had influenced the way she had progressed through her life from that point on "Be water, my friend." And it this point in her life comfortable in her position if a bit lost and unsure of where to turn next her father going away on another international trip for a year at the least had sent her off to Gekkoukan High School with relative ease for she could live there and the admission was already dealt with, her father having helped out the Kirijo Corporation almost ten years ago in the events after a large scale domestic incident. She did not know what to expect but what she did know was that it couldn't get any worse. Right?

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl and monster fighting RP!

And after taking much longer then I would like to admit..... A post! Well at least it is something I guess.

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl and monster fighting RP!

AD 2032 T+ 10 Years, Nephilim Contact
"Attention all personnel to your stations, repeat all personnel to your stations. Thank you."

He looked down at the watch clamped securely on his right hand, an old gift from his father when he was young apparently it was supposed to be waterproof and shockproof meant for men that used to summit mountains it supposedly belonged to a grandfather of times past who was an acclaimed adventurer or something like that. He had always wanted to climb one of those high soaring peaks and when he was younger his father had promised to take him one day. This was before it all fell apart, back when people worried about having enough money to buy their first luxury car and of how big of a pool they wanted in their backgrounds after all of it peoples priorities changed. He had a feeling that he would never be able to go climb a mountain, to traverse the deadly ice falls of the Himalayas, or what was left of them at least he would never get to experience the sights his father described. That would of probably made him sad seeing his son give up on his childhood dreams. But he had a new purpose and that was to make sure that nobody would get hurt by those things ever again, so that countless mothers would not have to stay up crying as they watched the names of the dead scroll across the screen some of them out of grief for those that had fallen, others out of guilt being happy because nobody they knew had come up yet. So maybe climbing some mountains could wait for at least a little while.

The slight whrr whrr of the portable communication device in his pocket drove his mind away from introspective wandering. Portable communication device what was it with these scientist people he silently wondered they could never give anything a simple name, they could not just call the damn thing for what it was a glorified cellphone. It told him that it was time for him to get to command to get ready to oversee everything while the Doctor and a few of their people went and picked up the test subjects, a bunch of girls no even fit to be called adults that would soon have the fate of an entire world thrust upon them. He was offered a place in the small cadre that was going to go explain the situation but he declined respectfully. He was not going to be the one that infected their pretty world with the horrors of Nephilims, he did not have a place in that world of school and everyday lives his place was here in the world in which they would be anointed into. Beside their were much more friendly operatives that could ease them into the process with kinder faces that could pull of the lies that needed to be told.

The glint of the polished antiseptic white wall shined back at him as he stood in the adjoining hallway outside of the command center casting his reflection back at him. A man of thirty looked back at him dark eyes looking back that seemed to draw in every detail, with a well kept head of dark hair that was obviously groomed with attention at an early time. The crisp black uniform that SEED had provided for him was well cut and fit his body well though he had decide against the use of the cape and the hat even though they did add a certain authoritative flair for practicality purposes they would just get in the way. But the Doctor had been specific when addressing the fact that he should at least try to look his best for when the girls arrived instead of his much preferred standard workout attire that he wore almost constantly. Nodding once as he give himself a once over making sure all his medals from his time in the JSDF and buttons were in order. Once he passed his own inspection he nodded and let out a breath as he walked up to the doors and they slid open automatically as he entered the heart of operations.

"Commander on deck!" The man assigned to guard the door called out and saluted being relieved a moment later by a quick nod and nothing more as he progressed deeper into the command center. It still felt odd after many years of him being the one saluting that he was now in technicality the one up the totem pole. Though he was no commander of an army he was instead to be commander of a handful of girls as they tried to fight hell he could of never imagined that when he was younger. But none the less he was not just Shion Tetsuya he was Tactical Commander of Operations Shion.

Absentmindedly he ran through a check with the rest of the command crew making sure that sensors were running, the satellites were up, and everyone was on high alert. Even though today they were just gathering the girls and future pilots of the MagiGears if Kawaguchi was right then sooner rather than later they would be dealing with something that almost destroyed humanity the first time around and Kawaguchi seemed to be right more times than she was wrong. So it was best to be prepared so that they weren't surprised when the killer death machine dropped from the sky.

"And so it begins." Tetsuya muttered to himself with a hint of excitement upon his face that was seemingly masked stoicism.

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Redux - RECRUITING

I would be interested in participating in your adventure of debauchery and excitement. Even though The Answer made me want to shoot myself.

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl monster-fighting RP signups and interest check!

VitaVitaAR said
@Hexaflagon: Accepted.

Wooooooooot!

ERode said
Psychic god powers might not be useful unless he dresses up as a magical girl though. If he wears normal clothes, he'll die. If he wears frilly clothes, he'll just sustain clothing damage.

Mm, I was thinking that he could 'mentor' Ikuu in the ways of CQC and bullet-spam. Physically, Ikuu would be stronger than him (you know, mechanical limbs and all), but skill-wise, Tetsuya would be like, "You're one thousand years too early to be challenging me!". Alternatively, they could both have attended cooking lessons hosted by the Bridge Bunnies. Because cooking is therapeutical.

Clothing Damage it saves lives and keeps the ratings up.

And know the image in my head is of interjected pictures of Ikuu getting tossed through the air, and of impressive cake baking.

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Lol. Sadly I don't think Neo - Tokyo is about to explode. But rather have an alien death machine dropped upon it. The psychic god powers might be useful....

And yeah they would of had to have at least some level of interaction between one another probably in the form of MANLY FIGHTS TO THE DEATH or you know both awkwardly reaching for the last burger in the secret government lunch room. XD But anyway yeah I would imagine there would at least be a begrudging amount of respect between the two on the similar giant space aliens ruining everything for the both of them thing and the fact that their goals are similar if only the application to achieve them being different.

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ERode said
So basically, he's the Dad and Ikuu's the Mom of the MagiTech girls. XD

Did not even think about it that way but I guess Yes he is. XD He is the Jou Kido to Ikuu's Sora Takenouchi, the Gendo to Ikuu's any human being with a fragment of moral sense left. And I have a feeling they will disagree with one another's tactics on training killer adorable death machines. lol