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Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

Given certain factors, it is quite possible that I will be phasing out my activity for this game. It isn't a certainty yet, but the departure of @Plank Sinatra, @Onarax and @Ghosthands has removed much of the appeal for me.

In the event that I do so, I request that it be treated as though the Paper Tiger team went back to X Corp having considered this the end of their field test. I do not give permission for the G-Valkyrie to be used after my departure, in the event that I do leave.

As I said, this is not a certainty. But I felt it polite to give forewarning of the possibility.

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

Jannah Hangar: Intermission

"Then now you know why I refuse to stop running checks." Sasha replied, continuing to give Joan a reproachful look. A milder one, admittedly, but the understatement had not passed beneath her notice at all. Some would point out (before they perished) that little did, but that was irrelevant. She tightened her grip despite outward appearances and continued to let Joan work at her hair in vain. Both of them knew there would be new grease streaks inside of a few hours. "I'm glad he performed up to spec, though. And you didn't get a scratch on him, so I'm not going to have much work to do. Not much on Valk, either."

"But you're still a fibber. And I will make sure to remind you of it when we're using that spare time for hanging out. You need rest."

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

Officially, neither. Plank and I were intending to keep things going until Crimmy's internet returned.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Lugubrious

Truth be told, Ben Lloyd was almost happy the Manticore hadn't decided to run. He wanted to get the mission done as soon as possible, he was more than ready to be done for the day, and he didn't want the massive Grimm on the ground with his teammate. But despite all of that, despite his desire to get the mission done, one little thing had been nagging him.

The Manticore was still alive. As long as that was true, he hadn't proven his point yet.

So when Goodwitch gave her orders, Ben didn't hesitate to dive head first back into the fray. Literally. Backing up a few steps from the end of the ramp, Ben took a running start and dove off of the ramp towards the Manticore below. The attack began before he ever reached the beast below, letting loose with his shotguns as he dropped towards the Manticore. Each Dust round, fire from the left and lightning from the right, served both to attack and to slow his fall. Ben was a little too eager to get back into the fight, sure, but he wasn't eager to be paste on the ground. He counted each shot, waiting until there was only a single shot left in each tonfa, before flipping them into a reverse grip.

Just in time, too. The wind whipped against his face, eyes protected only by his BaSTEELs, while he inched closer and closer to terminal velocity and the vast black expanse of the Grimm's back loomed before him. A grin stretched across his face mere instants before impact, the force gravity had imparted used to drive the two tonfa's blades deep into the Manticore's back. Deep by his standards, at least, less so for the titanic Grimm. Though his shotguns had slowed him down he nevertheless watched as the impact cut the Aura reserves indicated by his BaSTEELs from almost 300% down to 279%.

What a shame. Guess he'd have to make do with that paltry amount.

Ben let the remainder of his momentum carry his legs down from his impromptu handstand, boots impacting with the Grimm's back as his torso righted itself and pulled the blades from the beast's back in the process. That pinprick wasn't the true aim of his attack, however, it was just the vehicle of his arrival. Now things got fun. The chaingun had helpfully stripped most of the armor from the Grimm's back, making his run up its spine its spine one over uneven terrain rather than one over a mass of spikes. Deinamig ensured, though he watched his Aura levels drop a few points more, that the trip was quick enough to keep he Grimm from shaking him off. Not that he expected it to; in fact, he would be surprised if it had even noticed him. Cian's assault and its rage at Goodwitch's strike occupied most of its attention. Long enough for him to reach his destination, at least.

The chaingun had done one more helpfully thing, too; it had stripped a large swathe of the beast's mane from the back of its neck. The toxic spines within would have been an issue if it hadn't. As it was Ben reached the base of its neck a few seconds after landing with only five percent less Aura.

With a flick of the button, Ben's ears were treated to the music of clicking metal while Artorius and Lawnslot reoriented themselves and extended their blades to give him the right tool for the job. The Manticore was immense, many times taller than Ben himself, with a similarly massive neck. At its widest point the beast's neck was half again as wide as Ben was tall, easily. Not something a creature he could just decapitate.

But, then again, Caletfwlch was almost as big as he was. He could make a damn good try at it.

Ben brought the sword back over his shoulder, grin widening as he watched his Aura gauge plummet from 274% all the way down to 70 and strength filling his arms. A boost big enough to fill his Aura gauge two times over, and just enough left over to be ready for any trouble that might come up.

When Caletfwlch swung down, poised to cleave through more than half the diameter of the neck beneath him, the force from the recoil the last shot in Artorius' chamber provided was a drop in the ocean compared to Deinamig.

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

Jannah Hangar: Intermission

"Having gravity was the problem, this time." The colonial native responded almost sheepishly, brushing what was under her nose with the cuff of her sleeve. Another stain on her work clothes, but it wasn't the first. She was more concerned with the fact that she'd forgotten to wipe it away the first time. Could have been a problem if Joan hadn't filled in the blanks herself. She squeezed the chaplain a little tighter, shrugging slightly while Yatogami departed. "Let go of a wrench thinking it'd float. Only works when you're in zero g, turns out. Newton can thank me for the peer review later."

"You feeling alright?" The question, so close to her first one as to almost be a repeat, was accompanied by casual attention to her friend's hair. One of her hands freed itself from the hug deemed necessary by her extensive on-the-job-spirit-boosting-training to correct a few blatantly errant bits of alabaster hair that she spotted. "And don't fib to me, Father, Jack'll give me a boost so I can scold you at eye level."

"Back me up, old man."

@Plank Sinatra @Silvan Haven

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

City Side - NPC: Sasori Yoshinori

"Ain't no beef if you eager beaver wanna duck your big cheese," grinned the shamus, doffing his hat. "Just go beat ya gums together, I'll be back in a real jiffy with that conker."

He disappeared out the door of the van.

@Crimmy

"I think I'm learning." Daisuke said casually, though it was more to make conversation than anything else. He didn't really like the quiet. It let him think about the day. And given how much time he'd already sunk into processing that clusterfuck, it was really something he preferred to postpone. "I understood a little over half of that. Progress."

"I know you get it, Kimiko-chan, but anyone else understand why he talks like that?"

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Yikes.

@harinezumikouken

Nah, I'm fucking around. My family being German is a good source of humor.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

i would rather let josef mengele give me a prostate check than spend another month in brewing storm

@Plank Sinatra

He was an excellent doctor for my great grandfather. A cut above the rest, and he really slashed the medical prices for his friends.

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

Cyare Staunton

During the course of spending long periods of time around people, environments, or animals one developed an extensive understanding of their patterns and behaviors. Some of this was conscious, a wealth of experience from which to extrapolate how a situation might change due to the influence of certain factors, but it could also be very subconscious. An innate understanding of what would happen moments before it does without conscious consideration, almost a sixth sense as to an imminent occurrence. It was impossible to say exactly what tripped this particular sense, perhaps Rei's tone, perhaps the preparatory bunching of muscles, perhaps simply knowledge of his predilection towards disruption, but the Tactical Mage knew of his imminent abduction seconds before it occurred.

Unfortunately, not swiftly enough to prevent it.

Though subdued, as she preferred to keep all of her reactions, she felt irritation spike in the back of her mind. The removal of the other mage negated the very point he had been making. The very premise behind Rei scouting ahead had been to gather intelligence whilst ensuring that only one person ran the risk of falling into any particular trap, as Ferrara's expertise would prevent the group he remained with from falling prey to the same. Rei's actions disrupted the very intent of the-

The slightest pressure on the back of her armor, a sensation she had long since learned to recognize instantly, snapped her attention to the only mage remaining with her. How Kaia Iona had so quickly learned Rei's nature was beyond her, though the man had a tendency to emanate an aura that caused irritation by his very presence, she could not know. But she could not argue with her conclusion.

"Yes." She answered simply, stepping to the left and crouching low enough to scoop the blind mage onto her back without breaking stride. Her weight was not much of an issue, not considering what she had carried in the past, but said issue become nonexistent a mere moment later. The single word, "Pawn", uttered under her breath triggered the activation of her magic. With the doubling of her physical capabilities, lifting Kaia was simplicity itself.

She broke into a run without another word, her enhanced capabilities already ensuring a heightened level of speed but one exceeded a mere instant later when the mage upon her back went to work. Her velocity skyrocketed without any further effort on her part, reaching speeds she never would have dreamed of experiencing. Certainly speeds that Rei would not expect to be approaching from behind. To anyone else, her newfound potential for speed would have been beyond disorienting. Fortunately for the brunette mage, her magic increased her cognitive faculties to such a point that people seemed to be moving slowly anyway. Her present situation certainly taxed that sensory processing to higher degrees than usually experienced, but nothing she couldn't handle.

Especially for the purpose of catching up to the kidnapper growing closer in the distance.

@Plank Sinatra @Caasicam @Onarax

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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