Heyo, have a good idea for a character that's less native Solernian then the others on the team and would make for a fun dynamic. Is me playing a character who was born outside of the kingdom but emigrated at a very young age okay? I have Margoth in mind specifically.
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@Silverwind Blade AHA I KNEW IT!
Hello again :3
And close quarters assault is a good idea, I'll work with that idea >:3
Hello again :3
And close quarters assault is a good idea, I'll work with that idea >:3
Follow up question, what sort of role would I have on the team? I have an idea for a stealth and infiltration kind of role but if you have something else in mind I'm all ears.
As an aside, have you hosted a game like this before? Your name seems super familiar, and the first game I played on this site was an anthro mecha RP with a similar name. C:
As an aside, have you hosted a game like this before? Your name seems super familiar, and the first game I played on this site was an anthro mecha RP with a similar name. C:
@Esailia Being sneaky |:|
@Silverwind Blade I can try to be quick and get something together before Sunday, thanks for giving me a chance :3
@Silverwind Blade I can try to be quick and get something together before Sunday, thanks for giving me a chance :3
Oh heck, anthro mechas.
Shame it's full, otherwise I'd be in this in a heartbeat ^w^
Shame it's full, otherwise I'd be in this in a heartbeat ^w^
Johanna stumbled a bit to adjust her glasses as every eye in the room stared down at her. She...wasn't prepared to announce herself quite like this, to say the least. She recognized Cathrida, who by all accounts was thoroughly unimpressed with her arrival, and a girl who looked like she could have walked out of the assembly plant she 'helped out' earlier in the day.
"A-ah..."
“Is there anyone else?” Cathrida demanded of the empty room, looking up and away from her. Johanna tried to get up, but her legs felt heavy. Then she realized her mouth was dry, and she was in a cold sweat. Blood pounded in her ears, and she glanced up to see LAGOS looking concerned, his medical sensors on full alert.
"G-gods no, not here," she whimpered, going unheard thanks to the timely arrival of the wheelchair bound girl. She pressed her hands against the side of her head to stop them from trembling. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. "N-not n..."
She doesn't appreciate what I do.
She's so blissfully fucking ignorant of everything I've gone through, all the things I've lost for this cause.
I'm here and captain pirate diva has the fucking nerve to shut me down like that? She doesn't know a fucking thing about me, what makes her think she can say that?
Anyone else?
ANYONE FUCKING ELSE?
YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I CAN DO, I'LL SHOW YOU. I'LL RIP YOUR HEART OUT YOU USELESS
"No, stop it! Bad thoughts!" Johanna mumbled. "Don't lose control..." Regaining some of her faculties, she popped an emergency bottle of pills out of a compartment on her arm, dry swallowing them with a pained expression. The placebo effect dulled the dark thoughts long enough for the medicine to take hold. She felt like garbage; even when the nastier side effects of her condition were avoided, they still hit her like a ton of steel rebar. Sometimes it made her want to rip out the implant once and for all, and more then a few times she nearly tried.
LAGOS brought her firmly back to reality, his gentle electric purr soothing her frayed nerves. Johanna took a deep breath and popped up off the ground, LAGOS bouncing up to her shoulder, but not before pointing at her nose and motioning to wipe it. Johanna ran a hand across her lower lip and it came back red. Yuck. She pulled an old rag out of her pocket to clean up, just as the conversation turned back to her, with the others in the room hopefully none the wiser. Specifically, just at it turned to her robotic buddy.
“Oh, that. It’s some kind of robotic lagomorpha. Or a ‘rabbit’,” the pirate queen recounted.
“What’s a rabbit?” her friend asked.
“A small blob of flesh with large ears, larger feet, and fur all over its body.”
LAGOS did a little spin on her shoulder to show off, practically glowing.
“What do they do?”
“They eat, defecate small pellets, eat those, and wander around. Not that different from what other animals do.”
LAGOS's ears shot up in surprise at this nugget of information. Evidently finding it offensive, he glared rather crossly at Cathrida, shaking a small fist and bleeping, holographic censored swearwords appearing over his head. Johanna giggled at his reaction until the pirate lady rounded on her.
“Who are you? And where did you get this ‘toy’?” Cathrida demanded.
"Toy? LAGOS is not a toy!" she responded, somewhat miffed. "I made him myself! He's my friend!"
“I don’t know. But I swear I’ve heard her voice somewhere..”
Johanna opened her mouth to respond but closed it in surprise as a hand planted itself on her head.
"This is Johanna. Who you might know better by her Radio handle, HopPer. A Radio host infamous for having a nonexistent schedule, having a vague anti-Zern leaning, and there are rumors that HopPer might be supporting anti-Zern elements. But, I mean those are "only rumors"
Johanna sighed. "Nice to see you too, Denzel."
He shot her a friendly grin and patted her head again. "As for LAGO..." he went on, scratching the robot under the chin. ""Hey, little buddy. LAGO is useful for a lot of miscellaneous jobs. Repairing things, storing small objects, modifications and such. Johanna makes good use of LAGO, she's probably our most inventive mechanic."
"Well, I don't like to brag," Johanna said brightly. "But I know my way around an engine or two. And I can fix just about anything you throw at me."
Not a bad pilot either but..." Denzel looked at her, as though trying to detect if she was lying about her earlier intentions. "You sure you want to come on this one?"
Johanna looked at everyone in the room in turn, lingering a bit on the newcomer in the wheelchair but meeting everyone's eyes in good time. A part of her wanted to say no, that this wasn't her fight and she wasn't ready, but in reality that was dead wrong. She was always in this fight, even if she didn't throw a punch or fire a shot, and if others were inspired by her words to fight and bleed for their freedoms, why can't she do the same? And in the end, what would HopPer's calls to action amount to if HopPer herself never picked up the phone?
"Well," Johanna said, crossing her arms and trying to play it coolly. "I'm pretty interested in seeing what it is you want to get your hands on. Figure that would be the easiest way to do it."
Johanna Hölzel peered down at Laika and Cathrida as they made their way to the back of the warehouse for the meeting, most likely not spotting the beret-clad radiohead on top of one of the high shelves. An electronic blip sounded behind her, and she turned to see LAGO unfolded next to her, paws on his hips like a disappointed parent.
"What, don't gimme that look!" Johanna whispered. "I did my job and got 'em all here."
LAGOS beeped again, tapping his little foot. Johanna rolled her eyes.
"Sure, like they really need me for anything else. 'Sides, I got something important to work on." Digging into her rucksack, she pulled out a half-eaten peanut butter and banana sandwich and bit down. "Mmmm...ambrosia..."
"This is it? I would hope people who want to fight Zern would at the very least be punctual," Cathrida's voice echoed from below. A question mark appeared above LAGOS' head as he trilled sharply.
"Tell me about it, it's like she wants to get herself caught," Johanna replied. "Ooh, let's get a billion Mechon sympathizers into this tiny room shortly before the princess arrives, THAT won't cause suspicion." By the time she was finishing off the last bite, the pirate captain had gone over her assuredly brilliant plan, one which Jo had to admit was pretty solid. Sure Cathrida was being coy about whatever it was she found, but it might prove to be handy if she wasn't spinning another yarn, which according to Jo's sources she was more then happy to do. The good captain should at least thank Denzel, since she wouldn't have bothered gathering these people here for her if he hadn't asked her too. He certainly wouldn't get any thanks from the 'cinnamon bun'.
"...so I need anyone else who can pilot and fight in a mobile suit or worker."
Johanna blinked, then glanced over at LAGO.
"No."
LAGO beeped pleadingly.
"No, I'm not going to volunteer. I didn't help set this up just to march down there and shout 'Hey, if you're looking for a volunteer, I'm your gal!' "
LAGO lowered his ears, a smug grin on his face as his internal systems whirred. Johanna's eyes widened in fear as she remembered the new feature he had installed recently.
"Don't you dare-"
"HEY!" LAGO's speaker projected, amplifying the recording of Johanna's voice. "IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A VOLUNTEER, I'M YOUR GAL!"
"NO I'M NOT, ITS A DIRTY-"
Johanna's sudden movement was enough to throw the high shelf off balance, jostling it so that it shifted and dumped her right off the side. Bouncing off two shelves and the arm of a mobile worker on the way down, she landed heavily on her bottom, her cybernetics ensuring that only her ego would suffer any lasting damage from such a fall, right in front of Cathrida and Laika. Johanna grinned up at them, sheepishly adjusting her glasses.
"S-sup..." she managed to get out. "I suppose you're wondering-"
WHUMP
"HURK!"
Johanna turned pale as LAGO, in ball form, plopped down on her crotch after dropping from the same top shelf and gave a happy chirp.
"...right in the oscillators..." Johanna squeaked out, her dignity in tatters as LAGO rolled up to Cathrida's heels to say hello.
I swear to god I'm still alive here D:
Very sorry for repeating promises and blacking out, life has really kicked me in the junk and I'm finally getting things back on track.
Very sorry for repeating promises and blacking out, life has really kicked me in the junk and I'm finally getting things back on track.
“Just be thankful I have a headache and don’t have the patience to involve the constabulary, or I would have done more than just fire you. Now get out of my office!”
A moment later, the door burst open as the poor girl in the orange jumpsuit stormed out of the manager's office, just barely holding back tears. As her angry stomps traveled down the corridor and out of sight, silence hung in the corridor like a dense fog.
"I'm not gonna say I'm surprised."
A synthetic chirp echoed from underneath the metal flooring.
"Oh of course we're going to do something, he deserves it, the lugnut..."
Electric whistles passed through to the other wall and up the side.
"Wow, do you kiss your motherboard with that mouth?"
Echoing clunks vibrated the walls, extending upwards towards the roofing just as one of the shades-wearing managers strode up to the office. A hollow-sounding bang made him jump on his heels a bit as he glanced towards the wall angrily.
"Stupid ventilation systems. That girl had better hurry before the inspector gets here," he muttered angrily.
"Hey this is precise work, if you think it's so easy-"
The manager jumped again, his shades nearly falling off his hooked noise. "Who said that?"
"It's the light fixture, I've become self-aware and I'm plotting to kill you all. Woooooo..." The clunking metal noises traveled further up the wall and straight overhead, accompanied by a strange electronic whirring sound.
"...are you inside the walls?"
"Nope!"
A metal hatch opened up on the ceiling as a green-haired girl wearing thick goggles hung upside down from above, right in front of the manager. Lifting up the goggles, she replaced them with a set of glasses with her free, cybernetic hand.
"When it's on top like that they called it a ceiling," Johanna Hölzel said, pointing up towards said ceiling.
"Get the fuck down from there!"
Johanna shrugged her shoulders and swung back up, unhooking her legs from the hatch and dropping down feet first, swinging her bag over her shoulder and plopping her cap back on her head where it belonged.
"You did want it done subtly," Johanna pointed out.
"Did you get it finished?" the manager said sharply.
"It'll pass your inspection if that's what you mean. You know your filters make the Earth look pretty, right?"
The manager started digging through his pockets. "If I wanted your opinions on the filters I'll pay you for it. Regulators don't give a shit if the air in the workspace is clean, they just want it cycling." Johanna couldn't stop her eye from twitching slightly as a credit chit was pressed into her hand. She weighed it on her palm for a moment before frowning.
"This isn't what we agreed to," Johanna pointed out.
"It's what you're getting," the manager replied glibly.
"H-hey we made a deal, you're getting out of paying fines for-"
"What deal?" Pressing his shades up closer to his eyes, the manager towered over the smaller mechanic. "As far as I'm concerned, our ventilation system was brought up to standard weeks ago, as per regulation. But I'm sure the constables will take the word of a deranged lunite over the word over that of a law-abiding productive citizen, right?"
Johanna grimaced as she shriveled up under his gaze.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," the manager said glibly as he turned on his heel and strode into the office, leaving Johanna to stare numbly at her boots.
"Well...I hope you stick around and get what your boss is getting, then..." Johanna looked up towards the ceiling again. "You finished up there?" There was a sound of something rolling around as something round dropped from the hatch into Johanna's bag. Instantly, two long ears popped out the top, followed by a pleased looking android rabbit, barely a foot tall. The rabbit let out a barrage of electric chirps as it held up a small electronic chip.
"Nice going LAGO," Johanna smiled, taking the chip and plugging it into her wrist mounted overlay. "Let's leave these guys a parting gift to remember, shall we?"
Tossing LAGO and the backpack across her shoulder, Johanna went to work on the overlay as she strode towards the exit, slipping out of the facility with a gaggle of workers that were dismissed and leaving for the day. Because of her height, even her strange and differing appearance was barely noted as she worked on her dastardly plan.
"Aha, let's turn that aaaaalll the way up," she said, spinning a holographic dial to full. "I hope they brought earmuffs. LAGO, light it up!" She held her arm up behind her head, letting an ear poke out for a split second to strike at the on switch.
"Now I want you to ride that Venel kid hard until he's made up the SCUTSON cost, you hear me?"
"Gladly, sir," the manager replied smugly to the factory owner. "I've taken care of the ventilators, by the way. Inspectors won't know a thing about the cycling issue we've been having."
"Good I-"
The factor owner paused as something started to vibrate the room.
"The fuck is that?"
"I don't know sir, is it some sort of quake?" A low repetitive sound started to echo from the sound system.
"No it...is that a guitar?"
The familiar rhythm of drums started to cut in.
"Why the fuck is this so loud?"
"Find out what's going on, if this is going on when the inspectors arrive I-"
"UGHH!!!"
Screaming electric guitars blasted from the speakers like bomb blasts. The owner and the manager covered their ears in agony as they stumbled out of the office, dodging objects flying off shelves and furniture tumbling over from the super intensive sound waves. Glass surfaces cracked as the frighteningly loud song screamed and resonated through the hallway.
"EY, YO, IT'S JUST ANOTHER BOMBTRACK!"
"Do you hear something odd?" one of the workers thought aloud as they exited the front gate.
"Dunno man, sounds like a song. Freakin' loud too."
"Oh, I hope so," Johanna grinned, prompting odd looks from the two workers before the whole group dispersed. Humming along to the imagined lyrics in her head, Johanna turned the corner and meandered up to the large truck with her 'equipment' stored inside. "And suckers be thinkin' that they can fake-" she said to herself before spotting something tucked underneath the handle on the door. "This?" Picking it out delicately, she scanned it over with a slight frown.
"Meet at the hideout, as many people as you can get, within a few hours. Thanks..." Johanna scowled. "Cinnamon bun?"
LAGO let out a synthesized electric giggle.
"If he starts calling me pancake I'm going to shoot him," she grumbled, crumpling up the paper and jamming it into her pocket. "Right, time for a quick broadcast."
Punching in a few combinations, Johanna jumped into the driver's seat of the vehicle, plopping LAGO and her bag on the passenger seat before defusing the booby trap built into the glove box and digging out an old notebook. Flipping through the codes, she activated her broadcast signal, sending out a ping to anyone who regularly listened. Inside the van, the darkness was illuminated by the glowing of antennae shaped like rabbit ears.
"Heyo, special message to my regular viewers from your pal HopPer," Johanna announced, slipping into her role with ease as she flipped through code words. "In a few weeks, we'll be having a special guest to talk about the ongoing crisis in the Venusian plasteel industry, tune in and you'll get the latest update on how the Martian elite have you bent over a chair for their pleasure. Ta ta!"
"Well, that's the signal," Johanna mused as she broke character and powered down the signal. "LAGO, key me!"
LAGO chirped and launched a set of keys from the back, which she caught with ease and started up the old engine.
"Right, time to go see what Zenith is up to this time!"
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