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モバイルフレーム MOBILE FRAME - To the Stars!

“That's alright, Cam, I figured you could use the pocket change.”

The cocky, irreverent quip did nothing to betray how fucking bored Sparr was. Quieter missions had their place, even she didn't want to be getting shot at all the time, but this was ridiculous. Spending so much time in her cockpit was so dull. She didn't have anything to do! There was barely ever anything good to watch, or listen to, and she ran out of stories ages ago. Which was why her ears perked up instantly when she heard something about unknown contacts.

“Alright,” She muttered quietly, getting comfy in her seat and gripping her controls. “Come on, baby.”

The Matryoshka obliged, rumbling to life and into movement with a touch of the controls. She wasn't as fast as the rest, but she didn't have to be. At a couple kilometers out she could still get to the signals in a couple minutes. Speed wasn't her virtue, that was for other people. Sparr’s job was to be the big bitch, the tank to keep her team safe and give as good as she got. And she fucking loved it.

“Reeeespectfully suggesting you let me take point, Cam.” The heiress commented into her headset, cracking her neck with a grin on her face. “Lil easier for me to take a hit and keep on ticking, if they've come to play. S’my job.”

“What's new, Viv? Anything I should know?”

The Federation Crew * A Gundam RP*

Up to @Deadlyrose9641, but I don't see why not. We've only just gotten started.

モバイルフレーム MOBILE FRAME - To the Stars!

Reading and thinking up a post. Sorry in advance, I'm on mobile for a little bit so it takes longer.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

i see there is another form of lloyd

it remains to be seen if this academy is big enough

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Plank Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK

You could tell a lot about someone if you trusted your gut. The way they held themselves, the way they moved, spoke, looked at you. Information was there if you knew how to read it. Gut instinct was usually just picking up on things you don't realize you're seeing. The man was sizing them up just as certainly as Ben was him, trying to draw the same conclusions.

And when he started speaking, Ben decided he was alright. Sangue trusted him, and he pretty clearly cared. That was enough to look past everything else.

“I'm Ben. Ben Lloyd.” The Redwood native left his shield where it was and took a small step forward, resting a hand lightly on Sangue’s shoulder. ”Don't know how much Sangue’s told you, but she's important to us. We're Team Bastille. Used to be Bastion. I'm the captain.”

“I'll let them say hello themselves, but these two,” He gestured with his other hand to Lauren and Amy. “Are our other teammates.”

“Sangue was a huge help on our last mission. I don't know what your relationship to her is, but I hope you're proud. We are.” Sangue’s shoulder got a light squeeze before he let go and crossed the space between him and Apophis in a few steps, giving the older man a friendly smile and holding out a hand to shake.

”It's good to meet you.”

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Plank Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK

Truth be told, Ben was thankful for the cavalry. Dealing with Amy and Lauren at the same time was a bit difficult. He knew how to placate Lauren (a hug and a burger usually did the trick, and letting her have her way worked otherwise) if he had to, and he knew she was having fun at his expense more than she was irritated. She did look classy, with an unmistakably Lauren twist, but he wasn't going to let her slide by without some needling. Amy complicated things. Not only did she seem to be doing her level best to break his composure (and his sweatpants) she gave Lauren the most dangerous thing; an audience. With an audience or someone to play off of, she'd keep going forever.

Sangue’s arrival distracted her, even though it brought a new wrinkle.

The man she dragged along with her was clearly someone she knew (father, maybe? No. Too young) but he didn't exactly leave Ben at ease. Sangue was very trusting, which meant her judgement wasn't always the best. And something about him made Bastille’s leader a little wary, bringing his thoughts into focus despite his fatigue.

”Hey, Sangue.” He greeted warmly, slipping his shield off and leaning it against the wall next to him. His stance widened a little, seeking stability, while he slipped his thumbs into his pockets. Stable, casual, but ready. No one suspicious was allowed around her, not without some explanation. Still. No need to be unfriendly if he was okay.

”Mind introducing us to your friend? I don't think we've met.”

UC: Rise of the forgotten

“I am not sure how she intends to hide something that big and blue.”

The remark was directed mostly to herself, and certainly not loud enough for her new ‘friend’ with the Gouf to hear, but the other Federation pilot might have. Rebekah’s gun stayed in her hand while the Zeon pilot headed to her machine; letting her guard down around an enemy combatant was asking for trouble. It wasn't returned to its holster until the Lieutenant was satisfied of her departure, at which point she turned her attention to the other headache around her.

She eyed the space the Frenchman pointed out, thinking about whether it was large enough to sit on without getting too close, before lowering her AMBAC herself onto it carefully and shifted until she found a somewhat comfortable position. The lure of her own water bottle was tempting but she dared not waste any. Her problem was heat, not dehydration; by design normal suits didn't exactly breathe, hence why she hadn't zipped the front back up. Once she was cool she wouldn't be so thirsty.

“We find ourselves in a predicament. What was your name again, Frenchman?”

The Federation Crew * A Gundam RP*

Hm. I didn't really expect to see myself as the last post when I got back from vacation

モバイルフレーム MOBILE FRAME - To the Stars!

I'm still here, just been a little busy. I keep an eye on my subscriptions.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

I have serious doubts about the selection process for Beacon students