Hey, @Expolar, just checking in to see if you might get the chance to get a post done. Not to rush you, it's still the holiday season so people will be busy but I figured I'd check.
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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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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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”I dunno, man, looks like you’re slacking.” Ben called back over to his former teammate, taking the time to undo the buttons on his own shirt. ”All you proved is the uniforms suck! Amy’s known that since week one!”
His own shirt stayed on, albeit unbuttoned. He wanted to be able to move without restriction. And, yeah, he wanted to keep playing along. It was stupid, but man it was fun. Blacksmith beats out lumberjack, my man. Bastille’s captain flexed for a moment, then clapped his hands and refocused.
”Alright, big man’s got a pretty good suggestion,” He inclined his head in Blaine’s direction, he didn’t know the man’s name yet. But anyone that stood that much taller than him, big man’d work for now. Then he nodded at Luke. ”And Luke makes a good point. I frankly do not get the finer parts of these rules, but I’d be willing to bet they don’t either. Even if they try defense most on midfield, I’m willing to bet we can probably bowl through ‘em.”
“Amy, should probably have you on defense. You’ll react faster than any of us. Skye can help you out, and uh…” He spent a second trying to remember a name, then snapped his fingers. ”Ferris. Ferris, you should help them out. With any luck we won’t let ‘em get that far, but it’ll be up to you guys to stop them if they get close.”
“Me, Luke, 007 here, the big man, and Miss Jane Doe’ll play offense. Between us I think we’ve got enough size, speed, and skill to handle it.” He clapped Luke on the back, and offered the whole team a wide grin. ”As far as I’m concerned, Luke here’s my second. He says something, pay attention. I don’t know all the names here, can we get a quick round of introductions? Better than nicknames.”
“And if anyone’s got anything else to add on strategy I’m all ears.”
And so the Captain arrived.
Subtlety was not in her nature, so of course she arrived noisily. Her defiant jut of the chin was met with arched eyebrows, a stare delivered over the top of her glasses. A second later she slipped them off of her face and folded them up, sticking one arm down her collar so that they remained on the top of her shirt. Despite her relative lack of reaction, she had no doubt as to what the Captain was feeling defiant about. Hazel had, ah, 'voiced' her thoughts on Shourichi's morning run on several occasions. Mostly that she was personally of the opinion that while exercise in the morning was very beneficial, running something that could be measured in terms of fractional marathons was extreme.
To be fair, the words she had used were 'manic in the extreme'. Which she would still argue was correct, not that it had any impact on the Captain's determination. If anything, it seemed to egg her on.
Rather entertaining.
The statement could be used to describe the Captain in general, though. Just to be a little churlish, she spent a moment pretending to ignore Shourichi and returning Adam's earlier wave. It wasn't that high on her priority list, but it would certainly aggravate her superior officer. Exactly as intended. Though Hazel couldn't help the hints of a smile, along with the barely stifled traces of a soft laugh upon hearing what she called their briefing official.
Not that Hazel could pronounce her name, either, but the PDA's TTS could at least get her first name right.
So consumed by her expectation of Sadb's morning run (This will be rich), Corinne did not notice in time that the mute had liberated the drink in her left hand and cracked it open to take a sip herself. Not something, she expected, that the Captain would observe for a few moments more.
Finally, as if to confound the maniac a little more, she signed out a 'hello' rather than using her PDA. At this, Sadb's received a quick wink over the Captain's shoulder.
The briefing might be boring, but Hazel could at least have a little fun.
Subtlety was not in her nature, so of course she arrived noisily. Her defiant jut of the chin was met with arched eyebrows, a stare delivered over the top of her glasses. A second later she slipped them off of her face and folded them up, sticking one arm down her collar so that they remained on the top of her shirt. Despite her relative lack of reaction, she had no doubt as to what the Captain was feeling defiant about. Hazel had, ah, 'voiced' her thoughts on Shourichi's morning run on several occasions. Mostly that she was personally of the opinion that while exercise in the morning was very beneficial, running something that could be measured in terms of fractional marathons was extreme.
To be fair, the words she had used were 'manic in the extreme'. Which she would still argue was correct, not that it had any impact on the Captain's determination. If anything, it seemed to egg her on.
Rather entertaining.
The statement could be used to describe the Captain in general, though. Just to be a little churlish, she spent a moment pretending to ignore Shourichi and returning Adam's earlier wave. It wasn't that high on her priority list, but it would certainly aggravate her superior officer. Exactly as intended. Though Hazel couldn't help the hints of a smile, along with the barely stifled traces of a soft laugh upon hearing what she called their briefing official.
Not that Hazel could pronounce her name, either, but the PDA's TTS could at least get her first name right.
So consumed by her expectation of Sadb's morning run (This will be rich), Corinne did not notice in time that the mute had liberated the drink in her left hand and cracked it open to take a sip herself. Not something, she expected, that the Captain would observe for a few moments more.
Finally, as if to confound the maniac a little more, she signed out a 'hello' rather than using her PDA. At this, Sadb's received a quick wink over the Captain's shoulder.
The briefing might be boring, but Hazel could at least have a little fun.
Hazel nodded, with a brief glance over her shoulder.
The moment of silence also concealed a momentary disappointment; she had hoped Sadb worked at Mao. It was replaced, a second later, when she remembered what prominent member of the Aggressors worked in Federation Intelligence. Sadb might not be a ticket to visiting Mao, but perhaps a secondhand source... Something to pursue later, perhaps. If nothing else she needed to acknowledge her error.
"My mistake," Her PDA commented, accompanied by a faintly sheepish shrug of the shoulders. Even if the words weren't coming out of her own mouth, Hazel was nothing if not expressive. "I assumed. Given venue. Apologies. I am Hazel Stoll, though you likely know that. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
The moment of silence also concealed a momentary disappointment; she had hoped Sadb worked at Mao. It was replaced, a second later, when she remembered what prominent member of the Aggressors worked in Federation Intelligence. Sadb might not be a ticket to visiting Mao, but perhaps a secondhand source... Something to pursue later, perhaps. If nothing else she needed to acknowledge her error.
"My mistake," Her PDA commented, accompanied by a faintly sheepish shrug of the shoulders. Even if the words weren't coming out of her own mouth, Hazel was nothing if not expressive. "I assumed. Given venue. Apologies. I am Hazel Stoll, though you likely know that. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Mao Industries.
It was only the third time that Hazel had actually gotten to come here. First was when she had been offered use of the TT, second had been for its outfitting and pick up, and now for briefing. It was exciting. Not the briefing, the briefing would be very, very boring. But being at Mao HQ was exciting. Not as exciting as when she had gotten to visit (some [limited, under escort]) portions of the facilities, but just being there was exciting. Obviously no one famous would just be hanging around the lobby. But that didn't mean she wasn't looking. Lots of the heroes of the L5 campaign worked here, or at least had their machines built here. She might get lucky. She was pretty sure she might have caught a glimpse of one on her last visit, but it was at a distance and hard to tell.
She was digressing from the point, however.
The brown-haired pilot was one of the first through the doors, one hand in her pocket and the other holding her PDA. Made it easier to chime in if she needed to. Not that there was anything worth saying.
She could spot their contact pretty easily, seeing as she was the one with a briefcase watching the door. The mute settled for tapping one of her compatriots on the shoulder to get their attention before she altered course to head for the couch. For all her excitement internally her outward expression was neutral bordering on disinterested, only mitigated by the way her eyes roamed the lobby. As if looking for something.
Never knew what you might find.
She hefted her PDA, tapped a few keys, and paused with a frown. Then backspaced and re-tapped.
"Miss Sadb," It chirped mechanically, seemingly the mute girl's greeting. She frowned again, a little, as though considering whether or not to 'say' anything more. It was doubtful their contact knew sign language. And she disliked holding extended conversations through the PDA. Still, something seemed appropriate. If she made a friend in Mao, maybe she could visit again... "Have you worked here long?"
It was only the third time that Hazel had actually gotten to come here. First was when she had been offered use of the TT, second had been for its outfitting and pick up, and now for briefing. It was exciting. Not the briefing, the briefing would be very, very boring. But being at Mao HQ was exciting. Not as exciting as when she had gotten to visit (some [limited, under escort]) portions of the facilities, but just being there was exciting. Obviously no one famous would just be hanging around the lobby. But that didn't mean she wasn't looking. Lots of the heroes of the L5 campaign worked here, or at least had their machines built here. She might get lucky. She was pretty sure she might have caught a glimpse of one on her last visit, but it was at a distance and hard to tell.
She was digressing from the point, however.
The brown-haired pilot was one of the first through the doors, one hand in her pocket and the other holding her PDA. Made it easier to chime in if she needed to. Not that there was anything worth saying.
She could spot their contact pretty easily, seeing as she was the one with a briefcase watching the door. The mute settled for tapping one of her compatriots on the shoulder to get their attention before she altered course to head for the couch. For all her excitement internally her outward expression was neutral bordering on disinterested, only mitigated by the way her eyes roamed the lobby. As if looking for something.
Never knew what you might find.
She hefted her PDA, tapped a few keys, and paused with a frown. Then backspaced and re-tapped.
"Miss Sadb," It chirped mechanically, seemingly the mute girl's greeting. She frowned again, a little, as though considering whether or not to 'say' anything more. It was doubtful their contact knew sign language. And she disliked holding extended conversations through the PDA. Still, something seemed appropriate. If she made a friend in Mao, maybe she could visit again... "Have you worked here long?"
I'm in, for sure.
Acheri Solomon
Interacting with: @Amaranth @Agent 47
Nothing grabbed your attention quite like seeing someone go for a gun.
Whatever Acheri might have been about to say to Nee went right out the window. The ASA rocketed out of her chair as though shot from a bullet, planting her lead foot and pivoting so that her body was interposed between the gunman and her potential recruit. Her right hand went for her belt, flicking open her baton so it extended to its full length. Her left was held in front of her, palm facing out, as though instructing the man to stop.
That wasn't far from the truth. But unseen to anyone but Acheri, a barrier sprang up in front of her hand along the line made by the tiles in the floor. The hand wasn't strictly necessary, but the focusing aid was helpful for a quick and dirty ward like this.
"Warden," She began, keeping her expression neutral despite the exasperation that crept into her voice. Not fear; it was far from the first time she had been held at gunpoint, and there was no way the bullet would reach her. But having to guard Nee complicated things a little. "I'm here almost every night, you drunkard. Put the gun down, old man, if you want to keep that wrist."
@KrayzikkI accidentally hit laugh on your post. I was on my phone and scrolling through the RP. It can't be undone!
Haha, that's fine. I was just wondering a second ago why it was there until I saw this.
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