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モーバル・フレイム MOBILE FRAME - To the Stars! - Recruitment Open!

I'm definitely interested. What are we looking at in terms of mech tech and aesthetics?

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its not that simple and YOU KNOW IT

@Plank Sinatra

eat more burger

skeletor

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

"That's a good idea, Kimiko-chan. They won't doubt that." Daisuke nodded thoughtfully, pondering the suggestion. It was a good one. His parents might think it a little odd, but they wouldn't put much thought into it. The perfect cover.

"And I guess I have a couple people here who could confirm that alibi."

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@Plank Sinatra @Write

"You know..."

Ben's grin widened, and he reached down to his waist. Was his bet a good idea? Not even remotely. Betting against Lauren never was, let alone betting something this big. It was important, too. But he was a little drunk, not so much off alcohol as success and good cheer, and if he lost... Well, he'd figure it out.

Bastille's captain slipped Lawnslot off his belt and set it down on the table, sliding it towards the middle.

"You need to stop using a goddamn fire axe, babe. I've got enough spare parts to replace it before Monday morning. Well, for you to replace it. If you win it you're gonna know how to service it, and that means knowing how to put it together."

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@HereComesTheSnow could you please get in contact with this person you know who might have interest? After some thought, I have concluded that to get Asuras situated the best solution is making a new team.

On that note, anyone else have a hold of potentially interested people? The old waiting list is defunct.

@Pyrodash888 if you're on the hunt for eternal RPs, try Phoenix Wing, by Caits. That is an RP that will never die nor will ever have any trouble with people posting. It's been around about as long as this one, but it's gone through way more posts, players, and characters. There are next to no limits and few standards to mire anyone up.

@Lugubrious

By my count, we've rounded up three. Tossing a mention @Caasicam's way, he was interested a while back. Don't know if he still is.

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

@Plank Sinatra @Write @Crimmy

"Nice to meetcha, Fukushima-chan." Daisuke said, trying to settle a little more comfortably into his seat. The painkillers were kicking in, which was very nice, so he was actually able to think a little again. As much as ever. He patted the head of the DRU Kimiko had picked up almost absently, like a dog, before taking a glance at the other occupants of the vehicle. "The cops are fine, usually, just doing their job. But we don't exactly see eye to eye, and I don't want to be there if they're asking about all that chaos."

"'Cause they're not gonna believe 'possessed robots', and I ain't got a better explanation. And Mom'll be pissed if I get in trouble again."

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Hey, Geni on a team with all girls, hotdog!

@LokiLeo789

no, he's on a team with two girls and gratia

dear old ben and bastille

now there's the mix

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@Plank Sinatra @Write

"A professor. She was a senior earlier, got promoted to professor. Teaches... Survival, maybe? Drawing a blank on what she's teaching now." Ben poured a round of the vodka his teammate had least hoped for, sliding one of them over to her and picking up his own. He held it high, as if in toast for a moment. "To getting paid, even if it did buy us pineapple vodka."

The Huntsman-in-training downed his glass and poured another one, eyes drifting over to the woman who had unknowingly been their ticket in. The white-haired Faunus was pretty cute, all things considered, and he had no doubt that Lauren was thinking the same thing.

"Why?"

UC: Rise of the forgotten

A low, irritated growl reverberated deep in Rebekah's chest.

The opposing Zaku was fast, and more irritably, it was smart. The former was easy to deal with, the latter was not. It had evaded her surprise attack through what she had to assume was Newtype ability, and since then... Every attack was evaded, every maneuver was matched. There was nothing to be done while they were both within the asteroid field, even with the support from-

Ohhh, you have got to be kidding me.

The Juggler had been engaged by a Gouf (of all things), and despite the vaunted prowess of Newtype pilots Rebekah had no intention of leaving her support to a unit usually operated by two pilots. Time to reevaluate. The Act Zaku seemed to be a match, more or less, for her own Striker's mobility. Add in the presumed Newtype status of its pilot and the asteroid field was too level a playing field for her taste. Best to change that. Moving to aid the La Hire would free up her ally, and allow them both to regroup and deal with any potential remaining enemies.

Besides, he still had her rifle.

The next time the Striker's feet slammed into an asteroid it pivoted, pushing off again in the other direction; she fired her thrusters just as hard as she had in her advance, darting to and from the protective cover of the floating rocks as she did. It only took a few moments to escape the field again and move back out into open space, drawing a bead on the Gouf while she approached the Juggler.

She heard the broadcast from the Zeon pilot, and her frown deepened. She had noted the departure of the ships, but an attempt at a ceasefire was... A new wrinkle. Not everyone was necessarily going to be cooperative. Offer one hand, arm the other. She didn't lower her rifle, but she did use her lights to start transmitting the series of blinks that indicated a ceasefire.

"I cannot leave you alone for mere minutes, Frenchman."

@Plank Sinatra @Suku @Crimmy

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@Plank Sinatra @Write

“Don’t be an idiot.” Ben supplied helpfully, ruffling his best friend’s hair enough to make her need a second to fix it. It’d distract her from being mopey (or insane) for a second. “We just made a couple grand on a mission where I fought a Manticore and you were running around topless half the time. And that’s before we get into starting an elevator by electrocuting Luke. I’d call that crazier than hiding from Bratva in a bull. You were sober for this. So if you don’t think you’re gonna have crazy stories with this crew, you’re an idiot.”

Besides, ‘hatred for the White Devil’ includes me. You can’t hate me.” The Huntsman-in-training continued, eyes scanning his surroundings even though most of his attention was still on his teammate. The line really was glacial; they had taken maybe a few steps the entire time Lauren was talking. Maybe.At this rate they’d be waiting ages just to get in, if they got in at all. What could speed things up… “I’m pretty sure that’s against some kind of rule.”

Perfect.

“Speaking of stories, follow me and stick to mine.” His arm, snaked around Lauren’s waist after he ruffled her hair, yanked her out of line with him while he slipped on his BaSTEELs. Once he was sure she had come with him he pulled his arm away, resting his palm loosely on Artorius’ handle. Bastille’s leader slipped comfortably into the wake of a well-respected (and admittedly hot) arrival he recognized from an announcement as now-Professor Nuit, traveling a few feet behind and to her right. He doubted she even really noticed he was there, nor that Lauren had gotten the cue and started flanking her left. Not even all the would-be-patrons noticed, though the ones that did were shooting them murderous looks. The Vale native just ignored them, keeping his face neutral. Almost bored, like the whole situation was beneath him.

It stayed that way right up until the bouncer decided it was a good idea to stop him.

“Hey, back of the line. You can’t just walk up here.”

”Excuse me?” Ben stopped, less because of the hand barring his way and more to stare at the bouncer. ”What was that?”

“I said ‘back of the line’, what are you, deaf?” Junior’s henchman rolled his eyes behind his shades, and stabbed a finger towards the line stretching down the street. “Unless the boss got plastic surgery, you don’t walk in. Wait your turn.”

”You’re new, so I’ll fill you in.” His face stayed bored, but a hint of irritation was creeping into his tone. “Let us through, or you’ll have to explain to Ms. Nuit why her security is stuck outside.”

“Ms. Nuit don’t need security, she can take care of herself. I’ve been working for Junior for years and she’s never had security with her before. Nice try, kid.”

”You’ve never been beaten up by a girl younger than me before, have you? Ms. Nuit didn’t need any security when she thought Junior’s was competent.” The last word took an on abruptly harsh tone, while Ben slipped off his BaSTEELs and deposited them in his pocket so he could look the mook in the eye. His tone was soft, now, dangerously smooth with an aura of impatience. ”My employer could lay either of us out flat, but she’s not here to watch her back. She’s here to have fun. So she pays us to watch her back.”

“Now, I get it. Most of Junior’s crew is still laid up, you’re not used to working the door. I’d like to cut you some slack. But the boss’ll feed me my teeth if we’re not in there in five minutes, and I’d rather feed you yours than get her pissed at me. So you can let us in, I can step over you to get in, or you can call Ms. Nuit out here to explain why you won’t let us through. God help you if you do.”

The henchman blinked first, unclipping the cordon and waving them through. “Go right in, sir. You too, ma’am.”

“Thanks. You have a good night. I’ll put in a good word with Ms. Nuit for you.” Ben slipped a few lien notes into the bouncer’s suit coat, patting his shoulder and drawing Lauren into the club with him after taking his hand off of Artorius. He kept up the facade until they were past the door, safely inside the club’s crowds, then turned to Lauren with a huge grin.

“So, what do you want to drink?”