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9 yrs ago
Current You did good, McGregor. Made us proud.
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9 yrs ago
No offense intended. But there's a sweet spot on the sliding scale of realism, and most of the interest checks I usually see skew too far to the realism end for me.
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9 yrs ago
Can't describe how quickly I go from excited to sad when a mecha premise turns out to be realism wankery.

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Hey, I might be interested in this.

I wanted to ask, though, what would the tech level roughly be? Obviously not as advanced as what present-day RWBY has, but are we talking as old fashioned as Jaune's or something more like Professor Port's?
what is the true nature of G E N U I N E


is the me you see the real me
jaune's hair isn't weird so it's actually ben


only if jaune got good and took several levels in charisma
@Crimmy

It had evaded.

The fact was mildly perplexing, given that at this distance it was unlikely that the Zaku's pilot had seen her. Or been warned by their sensors, for that matter. Perhaps she had located one of Zeon's famous Newtypes. But that sensation... She could consider that later. The fact now was that Rebekah had lost the element of surprise. Or more accurately, considering her theory, she had never had it. That required a change in tactics.

Permitting the Zaku to get close was not in her best interest, but she could not herself attack it without getting closer while it was behind cover. She had to flush it out somehow. The GM pilot mulled over her options for a few moments, there was no need to be hasty, and settled on a possible strategy. She couldn't get a hard estimate, not at this distance, but the asteroid wasn't that big. Big enough to take cover behind comfortably, given that both a GM and Zaku had hidden behind it now, but that wasn't too large. And it wasn just rock.

After considering it a moment longer, Rebekah altered the Striker EX's aim towards the asteroid itself and fired. Then, after a moment, fired again. It wouldn't take many shots to break the asteroid up into pieces too small to effectively hide behind. Either the Zaku's pilot would duck back out into the open, to advance, find more cover, or fall back, or they would be forced out when there was no cover left. Either way, their safe haven would not be safe long.

It would have been easier to concentrate, however, if a comrade were not singing in French over the comms.

The Federation pilot sighed quietly to herself.

I wonder if Zeon has to deal with this.

@Plank Sinatra

Didn't give up the bouncing, though.

"No idea. Only been here since school started." Ben commented, still working on wrapping his head around the mechanics of Lauren's old scam. 'Bouncer bouncer' was a hell of a title, though, and he was going to have to remember it. That was a hell of a story to talk about. He stretched a little once they were off the airship, rolling his shoulders to try and ward off some of the post-mission ache. It wasn't too hard to do, not with the hype of a night out getting his blood going.

"Depends on what we're looking for, too. A club? A bar? Good side of town, or somewhere sketchier? Could hit up Junior's, but from what I hear we might end up in a fight."

A beat.

"Not that that wouldn't be fun."
In the old days warfare was loud. It was chaotic, it was frenetic, every action punctuated with the percussive note of shot or shell. Soldiers would return home hard of hearing, and the surest sign of a battle’s end was the ensuing silence.

In space all was silence.

There was no sound of shot or shell, there was no sound when rounds connected with armor, or cockpits were breached. Not even comms worked, past a certain range. Minovsky interference saw to that. The only sounds were the ones within a pilot’s own cockpit. Warnings, alarms, the click of controls engaging… That was it. The chaos was noiseless. But that was okay.

Rebekah Fell could provide her own soundtrack.

The music augmented her mood, the adrenaline coursing through her veins with every squeeze of the trigger. A Zaku drifted helplessly in space, its pilot dead before he even saw her beam. The darkly colored GM was a ghost, striking from long range and reorienting to acquire a new target. In the close-to-mid-range conflict, the markswoman was an unexpected factor. Unfortunately she couldn’t afford to stay at that range any longer. Several of her comrades had fallen in the last few moments alone, and others were hardpressed to hold their own.

More direct action was required. The Striker EX moved its shield into position at Rebekah’s urging and accelerated rapidly towards the fray. Her target, at this moment, was a blue unit streaking through the battlefield with devastating effectiveness. It had shot down a GM before her eyes after evading what would have been a deadly ambush, the maneuver instantly marking the Act Zaku as a threat. Rather than engage directly, she opted for a subtler approach; her anchor shot out and secured itself to an asteroid, letting her reach the rocky surface without using thrusters that would have alerted any nearby enemies to her presence.

The Striker’s feet connected with the asteroid, bending to give way into a low crouch. The position ensured she was presenting the smallest target possible, one easily covered with her shield. Just as importantly the solid footing and anchor ensured maximum stability. The visor that gave the Metal Spider clicked into place, rendering her targets as points of red in a blue expanse. Much easier than relying on the naked eye for target acquisition of a blue mobile suit in the black of space. The GM’s beam rifle came up, carefully adjusted to ensure her accuracy while she drew a bead on the blue Zaku. There was no sign her target had spotted her, and at this range it was especially unlikely.

Just as she wanted it.

She pulled the trigger in time with her exhalation, sending a beam lancing through the void to (hopefully) connect with the Act Zaku’s center mass.

It wasn’t personal, not really. Her opponent was a soldier just as Rebekah was. They fought for their home the same way, and it was not at their feet that blame could be laid. But they were an enemy, and an enemy that had shot down one of her colleagues. Given the chance, they would do so many times over. Not something that she was inclined to forgive.

Her opponent was as innocent as Rebekah herself, for what that was worth, but they were still an enemy.

They could blame it on the misfortune of their birth.
@Plank Sinatra @Crimmy @Write

"I guess you really did a number on it, Kimiko." Daisuke said with what sounded like a touch of pride, shooting his friend a brief grin and bumping her shoulder with his own. He might normally have offered a fist bump or high five, something a little more noticeable, but his back fucking hurt. He really didn't want to move too much around the shoulder blades if he could help it. "Good work."

"We ready to get goin', detective?" He asked, slowly acclimating to the man's strange way of speaking, while he eyed the DRU in the back seat with them. It wasn't hostile anymore, and in fact seemed pretty domesticated, but he wasn't going to trust it just yet. Not after sixty three of its friends had just been trying to kill him.
Cyare Staunton Has Had Enough


@Plank Sinatra @Onarax @Caasicam

This time, the arrogant speedster had earned her ire.

She had known what was coming as soon as the words floated back to her, she had heard them before, and her eyes had narrowed with rising irritation. She hunched her shoulders, tensing in preparation, and leaned forward to keep her center of balance where she would need it to be. Cyare was ready when the shockwave hit her, her preparations and momentum carrying her through the opposition without much issue. She had been concerned, admittedly, that the additional weight on her back would have disrupted her balance too much to persevere through the rushing air. A tumble at these speeds would be rather problematic.

Despite that small success, however, there was still the issue that Rei was pulling ahead again. This could not be permitted to continue. Thus far she had been allowing the magic of the girl on her back to do the heavy lifting, augment what would normally have only been a brisk jog. No need to increase the risk of said tumble by running too quickly on this terrain. Now, however, she quickened the pace into a dead sprint; with Kaia Iona's help, what would normally have been a minor increase into an exponential boost. It mitigated Rei's additional speed, yes, but did not level the playing field.

She needed more.

"I need more speed." She said, voice carrying back to the head above hers with an undercurrent of steel. "Give me everything you safely can. Slow him down, if possible."

Ben and Lauren, sittin' in a tree...


"H-U-N-T-I-N-G!"

From Ben's right, a dark shape - though one draped in blinding white from the navel up - pounced at Ben, sliding into him and locking one arm tightly around her team captain's waist. Lauren Negasi cast her head back and pushed her hair with the fingers of her free hand, wild grin slapped onto her face. Her head slanted slightly to wink at her eternally-flummoxed best friend.

"First comes missions, then comes riches! Let's make that money and fuck these bitches~!" Lauren's arm tightened around Ben, and her grin widened as it closed around a small piece of Ben's ear. "Hey, there, prettyboy! I was worried you'd try to hide from me!"

@Krayzikk




"Wouldn't do me any good." The dry resignation behind the words was completely at odds with the grin at Ben's face and with how tightly he wrapped an arm around Lauren's shoulders. Her sliding pounce had made him sway slightly to the opposite side, but the youngest Lloyd had learned her tricks; his balance remained, and the danger of falling over was minimal. Thankfully. He only just stopped hearing about last time. He used the momentum from correcting his sway to knock his head against Lauren's lightly, the sound of skull on skull his affectionate retaliation for her bite.

"Had enough of hunting for the day, unless it's for a good drink." Ben turned his head, amused blue eyes meeting winking green. After a quick squeeze his hand made its way from her shoulder to her head, giving her hair a quick ruffle. "But I'd be willing to bet you've got an idea of where to go."

"Ready to get going?"
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