Krayzikk

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Do you have a n y i d e a how a fusion reactor works? Or what a breach would mean?

At all?

Literally anything?

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Apparently Gren never walked through a metal detector.

i mean not to put too fine a point on it, but holy fuck a fusion core makes a hunter's weapon look like a toy

that's up there on 'irradiate everyone around him if there's a training accident' tier of 'goddamn this is a terrible idea'

overlooking that he's a cyborg requires willing suspension of disbelief, but it's at least somewhat plausible. hiding a past, weapon systems, and a goddamn f u s i o n c o r e just bane'd that suspension

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In other words, no one damage Gren too much.

I really don't want to deal with the radiation leak if that core gets broken.

That said, goddamn. Who the fuck allowed a fusion core in a PC?

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Benjamin Lloyd: Brewing Storm

As soon as Lauren was in the air, something certainly not timed for the middle of her comment, Artorius was back in Ben's right hand. He had turned in the same movement to scan the environment behind him, looking to make sure that nothing crept up on him while he was alone. Which, frankly, he almost expected. Things had been too peaceful since the swarm in the first hall, and their adversaries seemed just opportunistic enough to wait for one of them to be isolated. He didn't see any, but he could still hear the pervasive sound of their movements from all around. The sound had a way of getting under his skin, making him feel a little edgy. He was more than happy enough to ignore Lauren's remarks when she spoke up, since it meant he didn't have to linger on the stairs alone.

It did raise another problem, though.

"Just saying," He commented, slipping Artorius back into its holster and getting a grip on the lowered chain. "That I'd really appreciate not being dropped. Good to go when you guys are."

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In my experience, OOCs go silent easier than ICs.

Mecha Carta Institute

Mech-watching was so fun. Seeing new designs. Guessing at classes, capabilities, and oh yes, what they had under the hood. After years of the same old same old back home, maybe she'd get to finally see something new. Something revolutionary, something she'd never seen before. Something to fire up the imagination. Or at least entertain her. She'd settle for being entertained. Classifications was the easy part. The big fella she was walking past? Hammer. Too well-armored to be a Sword, and way too big for speed. Then there were two more...

"Epee? Epey? Epi?" Evan looked over slightly at United, as if looking for help. The Spirit, rather than offer help, gave what seemed vaguely like a shrug. Impossible to tell, given that it didn't have shoulders, but it didn't say anything either. So. "You know what I mean."

One of the unpronounceables was interesting, though. Not a standard humanoid. Didn't see many of those often, especially not combat models. Sometimes you saw them for certain farm jobs, but that was usually about it. Those were usually pretty specialized, too. Evan didn't think she'd ever serviced one herself, but her pops told her about some of the stranger models he saw in the catalog. The mechanic crept closer, once she was sure no one was looking, to get a better look. Reverse jointed legs, and there looked like some odd joints in the leg itself... Arms weren't standard, either. Looked more like repair tools. A lot like the welder she used to patch up the Titan, actually. Maybe a support machine?

Not that she really had time to take a closer look. This one was government issue, and some KAD engineers had noticed her poking around near it. Didn't look exactly happy about it, either. Best to beat a hasty retreat. Step back casually. One last look-over. Slow pivot. Walk leisurely away. Theeeeere's a good Evangeline.

Oooohhhhhh, a Sword-class. Definitely not a made-for-combat model, too rugged. Little bulky, here and there. If she had to guess, walked a little cocky if she had to guess. Kinda like a gunslinger. Wasn't converted from a farming mech, though. It'd been pretty heavily rebuilt, but she'd have been able to tell if it was a farming machine. This one wasn't KAD-issue, so she dared to sneak a little closer for a good look. Primarily blue. Kinda like the Titan, actually. Custom paintjob, and some emblems painted on... What'd that one say... Cry Havoc. Huh. Motto or name? Then again, that was a city on there, too. Hmmm. 'Cry Havoc' was probably a motto, then. Name had something to do with a city.

She was getting away from the point, though. She spied a cutlass and a shotgun, so it was armed a little light for her tastes. But with Spirits there was no way of telling for sure. Speaking of, United seemed a little more energetic around this one. Drifting closer to it, shifting around quicker than before.

"Something interesting, Casper? Huh?"

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"Ignoring me 'cause of the nickname?"

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Nidhogg

"Meh, I had nothing better to do, and still don't for that matter. What mission are you going to take? Bandits? Cats? Mansion Cleaning? Ah the joys of guild work, being the country's personal errand boys and gophers. For a world recovering from a fear of magic, people sure are quick to make use of those who practice it." Nidhogg chuckled to himself, before turning a crimson eye to Cyare, a bit of curiosity lighting up his eyes as he gave her his full attention.

"So,other than looking for work, what brings a lovely young lady such as yourself, and you're companion here, to this shithole of a capitol? Is it only business, cause if so, I do suggest you take pleasure in watching the games, if for nothing else than it's a good way to find out if they're any guilds you wish to join."

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Cyare Staunton

"I have no desire to watch a competition of the egos when I could be doing something useful instead." Cyare stated, her tone faintly harder than before. Her eyes slowly made their way off of the board to meet Nidhogg's crimson gaze, face set in a calm, neutral expression. "Time spent watching wizards compete to prove their guild is the strongest is time wasted. It matters not to me which of them wins, and any education on other styles of magic is outweighed by the time needed to glean even the smallest details from observation."

"I have no need to see which guild is the strongest, either. Not for professional purposes, and especially not for personal ones. I have no intention of subsuming myself to the inefficient, bureaucratic nightmare that is a guild. Any guild small enough to actually matter in the grand scheme is too small to be worth much in spectator sport. So why would I bother watching the competitions of such large groupings of wasted talent?" The Tactical Mage paused, taking an almost imperceptibly deeper breath than normal. Her voice had stayed level, without raising a decibel, but she felt like she was shouting. No need to respond to a small comment in such a way.

"I digress. My opinion of guilds is not what you asked. Likely the bandits. Monsters, if there's any to be found. Menial tasks do not pay well, and while Rei would no doubt love the excuse to lord his speed over someone else, they take too much time to be worth the effort invested. People do not need our help with house cleaning. They just want someone else to do it."

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Benjamin Lloyd: Brewing Storm

Ben nodded, watching Amy pull herself up the gap to the next floor and waiting for her to signal that she was ready. He didn't want to leave her up there by herself for long, but he didn't want to start tossing people until she was ready, either. The gap wasn't too large, and both Amy and Sangue could probably land on their feet, but best to have that safety net. Speaking of, Sangue had already stepped up for the pass off. As serious as the situation was, Ben was still Ben. Resisting every quip was a little too difficult for him.

"Thank you for choosing Lloyd Elevators," He began, slipping Artorius into its holder and scooping Sangue up with one hand. He used the other to steady her, and had her almost resting on his shoulder like a pitcher winding up to throw. And as soon as he was ready, Deinamig sent Aura rushing to his arms and he sent Sangue rushing up towards the second floor. "Second floor, Grimm, survivors, and fashion accessories!"

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Rebekah Cross

My Hider

Location: Diner, Academy Campus
Interacting With: Dana Harada @Plank Sinatra

The Daughter of Athena was sipping casually on the largest container of coffee the diner offered (after much persuasion on her part upon her first visit to the diner, she had convinced the waitress [and over time the rest of the wait staff] to serve her coffee in a larger container usually reserved for novelty drinks), sixty three percent through the wait for her food, when she noticed the new arrival from the previous day at another of the booths. Evidently she had been there before her own arrival, judging by the presence of plates and empty cups, but she sat with her back to the door. Thus explaining, to Rebekah's satisfaction, why she hadn't noted her presence when she entered the establishment. It was a few more moments before they made eye contact, and she returned the Japanese demigoddess' wave. Out of idle curiosity she attempted to ascertain what the other girl was reading, but her efforts were stymied by two factors. Firstly, the book was flat on the table (pages turned using what appeared to be a fork, likely due to grease on her hands) thus obscuring most of the identifying details that would be present on its cover. Secondly, though she did get a glimpse at the back cover when she was turning the page, she discovered a much more insurmountable issue; it was written in Japanese.

Offhandedly, while continuing to tweak a few details of the work currently in progress on her laptop, she concluded that she would need to learn Japanese. There seemed to be a high enough influx of Japanese-speaking students or Japanese nationals for it to be worth the few days of effort it would require. To understand and adequately speak the language, at least. Learning the written characters would be a matter of hours. It would take longer, perhaps a couple of weeks, to be able to converse fluently in the language. Her memory, likely a gift from her mother, made learning new languages as simple as it could be. Short of instantaneous acquisition of the knowledge and skills, at least. An ability of that tier, she suspected, was more in her mother's purview than her own. Nevertheless, she digressed. It did not evade Rebekah's notice that the other student ate alone as well, though she could not be sure if it was by choice or necessity. Given her consumption of the written word at the table, she suspected there was a good chance of the former. Nevertheless, they had both noted the other's presence, and it was true that the Ms. Harada might not wish to be alone.

So Athena's daughter waited until she looked up again, raising her hand slightly to catch the Daughter of Ares' eye, and then gesture to the side of the booth opposite her. Perhaps she would decline. Indeed it was likely. Such a declination would not be particularly offensive, but failure to give her the option would be rather callous. She didn't bother with speaking; the offer was quite implicit, and Dana could decide for herself whether to accept or not. Rebekah, in the meantime, could continue her work with the hand not used to make the offer.

Multitasking was important.

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To be perfectly frank, the animation was what the show's been leaning on, too. While I greatly enjoy RWBY, the plot is average at best. Volume 3 has been a substantial boost in writing, and the show's had a boost in the technical aspect of the animation (especially regarding facial animation and such), but it's accompanied by a frankly massive drop in the quality of the fights. None of the other animators had Monty's grasp of flow in combat, let alone the ability to animate the fights and make them feel real. The choreography, and the incessant jump cuts, have been severely detrimental to all but a few of the fights in this volume.

The fights are technically faster, but that's to try and make up for the fact that the flow of motion is slower. Not to mention the fact that none of the blows (again, certain fights exempted) actually have any weight behind them. Monty's great fondness for Hong Kong action films shining through there, to be quite honest.

This isn't the death knell for RWBY, but it's adding a big old weight when RWBY just finished getting past the loss of Monty.