Krayzikk

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Do I get a senior member discount for being among the few people left from the original RP when Tree was in charge?

@Guess Who

If we're gonna delve that far back I was in Beacon's Light Rising three years ago and the only one of you chucklefucks I recognize from there is Lucius

Also, hey guys. Sorry I haven't been around too much the past week or so, some things are hectic at home and I was traveling. I should be more consistently around, but I might be a little less active for a couple weeks. I'm visiting family. If anyone needs me I'll be just a mention away, and my usual cohorts can all reach me no problem. My activity will probably just mostly be limited to at night.

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

@Ayazi@Krayzikk@Plank Sinatra@Write

City Side - NPC: Sasori Yoshinori

"Yeah, we're taking a powder," was the reply from the detective, who moved into the driver's seat immediately, inserting his key and allowing the van to rumble loudly to life. It was time, you see, for them to skedaddle outta the area before the johns hit up the scene.

Also, because the lil' dame wanted some grub.

@Crimmy

"Good. Probably best to get out of here before cops show up."

UC: Rise of the forgotten

"My survival was never in doubt."

The Frenchmn was trying to rile her up. That was fine. Such people were common, and such efforts were just as common. As long as he was providing the cover she needed he could entertain himself all he wanted. If anything his attempts to aggravate her only added fuel to the fire. Having lost the disconnect that long range combat provided her heart was beginning to pound, the adrenaline beginning to seep out and course through her veins.

Her foe was a Newtype, this she knew for sure. It was the only explanation for their ability to react almost before an attack occurred, and it explained their mobile suit. Despite its appearance Rebekah doubted it had much in common with a mass-production Zaku at all. That left no room to hold back. She flicked a switch on her controls causing her GM to release the clamps securing her other rifle to its back, then she casually tossed her long-range rifle towards the Frenchman's Juggler. It drifted through space towards the other GM while the Striker grabbed its other rifle and readied it. In the cockpit Rebekah unbuckled her helmet, securing it under her seat and pulling out her hair tie. She pushed her hair back with one hand and loosened the tight-fitting collar of her normal suit with the other, rolling her head and feeling the satisfying pop of vertebrae.

"Lieutenant Junior Grade, Rebekah Fell. Take that rifle and make yourself useful. It will be more useful than that peashooter you are using."

Her chest pushed out with a deep inhalation, the relaxing exercise at odds with the energetic edge that had begun to creep into her voice. She needed to be focused. Being close to the fighting was different from sniping at a distance. It required a different level of preparation. She needed the adrenaline pumping through every cell of her body, expanding her consciousness to fill every fiber of her being. Thought became action effortlessly. The Metal Spider needed to move like an extension of her body.

She slammed on the thrusters as her eyes snapped open, violet eyes seeming to flash in time with violet visor. The Striker slammed its palm onto the asteroid, pushing it down and the GM up while the potent thrusters on its back sent it rocketing forward flanked by the two Type Ks. This wasn't like before, either; Rebekah wasn't hiding. The Striker was moving, and moving fast. Far faster than any other GM could manage. She moved in zig-zag motions, pushing off of the larger asteroids in her path with the Striker's foot without slowing down or bothering to make use of the maneuvering verniers. The number of possible directions, or orientations, the Striker could use to move forward made it hard to track; exactly what Rebekah was hoping for.

She had gotten a decent look at where the Zaku had chosen to take cover, now she could get close enough to do some damage. Unless one of its allies intervened, she'd see an attack coming in time to block or evade.

It was time to take this seriously.

@Plank Sinatra @Crimmy

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

not for lack of trying

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Ben's kryptonite is-

actually, it's his team

that's basically it

dude would have decapitated a manticore if his sword was longer

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Ruby was fifteen and in Signal. She skipped a couple years to be allowed in Beacon. Everyone else is ~17.

It doesn't line up perfectly, but Beacon is definitely college rather than high school.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Plank Sinatra

"Wine or whiskey, mostly." Ben answered, casting a grin her way that expressed equal parts amusement and exasperation. Her knowledge of Vale really was limited to whatever stereotypes she cooked up in her head. Not that he had room to talk. Lauren at least had been to some of the other Kingdoms, he'd never left Vale. Everything he knew of the other Kingdoms was just academic. Plus Lauren being Lauren meant that at least some of it was on purpose. She wouldn't be herself if she wasn't eccentric. "Redwood is in Forever Fall, way up north. With what the farmers grew, they were most common. Dad always preferred whiskey, though he kept a few beers around. He said Mom was always the one who liked wine."

"First drink I ever had was a Redwood whiskey. Dad and I shared it the day I finished a weapon good enough to sell by myself, start to finish." The Hunter shook her head, grin widening a little at the memory. He had stuck his hand in his pockets while they walked, heading leisurely towards Junior's club. "I hated it. I drank it, but I hated it. Took a couple years for it to grow on me. I always liked wines."

"Redwood used to make this mead, too. Local variety. They used the red sap from the trees in it. Good stuff. Small town like that, the people who made the drinks were critical. Whole place would go to shit if there was nothing to drink."

The grin on his face died just a little, thinking back to home. He loved Bastille more than anything. They were like family, and they had made Beacon a home. But he missed Redwood. Well, truthfully, he didn't miss Redwood. He regretted the way he left it. He didn't share another drink with his Dad before he left, he didn't know if he'd get to go back to the little house he'd grown up in. The workshop he'd learned to craft weapons in. Ben hadn't spoken with his Dad before he left, not once in the whole week after he qualified to take the entrance exam. It was hard to tell if he'd be allowed back. Or if he'd want to go back.

Not the sort of thoughts for a night out.

"Anyway, wines and whiskeys. What about you, babe?"

UC: Rise of the forgotten

A pilot's instincts were critical. Often there wasn't time to think out a reaction, you just had to act. Appropriate responses needed to become more than thought, they needed to be reflex. Practice, and lots of it, could help make up the difference but there just was no substitute for a pilot's gut instinct. It was the little voice in the back of your head that told you something was off even if you didn't know why. It had saved Rebekah more times than she could count.

Even so, exactly what caused her to dart sideways abruptly she couldn't be sure. The incoming beam passed through the space she had previously occupied, something that might have been fatal.

Not that there was time to think about it. Given that her little attempt to be stealthy had been a failure, she decided to abandon that plan. The Striker took up a position behind an asteroid, the cover giving her a few moments to think. Rebekah bit her lip in thought, mulling over her options. Closing to close range was risky, but there was little chance that she could inflict any damage from long range. Not by herself. So if she wanted to mitigate the risk...

...

The pilot bit her lip harder and opened a comm channel.

"Frenchman, if you have nothing better to do, some aid would be appreciated." The Striker pilot tried not to sound irritated, but she couldn't entirely keep the sound out of her voice. "Those Balls could be more useful doing something instead of just hanging there. There is what appears to be a Zaky variant hiding out in these asteroids."

@Crimmy @Plank Sinatra

RWBY: First Class

If you've got space for one more I might be interested.

@Sekritter

You're in luck.

I unfortunately will not be able to take part, something unexpected came up.

UC: Rise of the forgotten

@Crimmy

The beam lancing across the void was painfully bright so close to the Striker, but in Rebekah's opinion that was more of a feature than a flaw. It wasn't so bright as to be blinding, but bright enough that you were never going to miss it. Even if it did leave spots in your eyes if it was too close. In this case, though, she didn't bother dodging; she had set up her shield for just this reason, and she used the extra time to observe where the enemy Zaku went and consider what she would do.

Unfortunately, her strategy to flush the enemy unit out only half worked. There were too many places to take cover. Even with her surplus of beam weapons she couldn't destroy all of them. Even if she didn't run out of energy (which she would), it would still take far too long. Her enemy seemed to be intent on avoiding any direct engagements, and she wasn't going to be able to force the issue.

So, instead, she would have to figure out a counter.

The anchor holding her to the asteroid retracted, and her GM pushed off using its thrusters on low power to send her drifting towards another asteroid. She took a single shot at the Zaku's new hiding place before she departed, but focused on maneuvering after that. The Striker's colors helped it remain unseen, and she hoped that using her thrusters minimally would help mask her position. Once she had ducked behind the next asteroid she repeated the process, aiming to maneuver into a position from which she could fire around the cover protecting her foe.

If the enemy wanted to make this a hit and run fight, she would oblige.