Sticking my foot in the door; been playing through Human Revolution lately, so I may be interested.
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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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Might be interested, if time allows and I can come up with a concept I like. Tossing my name in to be safe, I see there's a pretty big crowd forming.
@GreenGoat mentioned Haru probably wouldn't stop running, and Umeko wouldn't keep chasing her after the explosion. I may be busy tomorrow, so I whipped up a post tonight. I apologize if that affected anyone's intent for their own posts, normally I'd have waited longer.
Umeko hated being right sometimes.
That wasn’t something she’d ever mention to her partner-in-crime, because he’d parrot it at her whenever they argued. And it usually wasn’t actually about being right. Being right was good. Being right was satisfying. The problem came when the thing she was right about backfired horribly. Sometimes with a small explosion.
There was an explosion this time, but it wasn’t her fault. And it wasn’t very small. Somehow had been hanging around, just like she thought. Someone who committed the crime, maybe, or someone with them. Explosions wouldn’t have caused the injuries on the poor woman, so if Umeko had to bet she wouldn’t have blamed the same person. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that someone hostile was around, and she was headed the wrong way. Camera girl was forgotten immediately, District 32’s resident skidding to a stop on the pavement. A voice complained that these were nice boots that the pavement had just abraded. That voice was muffled, buried behind the overwhelming impulses taking root.
The hostile entity was behind her.
And it had fired in Griese’s general direction.
She hurtled back the way she had come, sprinting without regard for duration. Antiskill’s reaction time would be measured in minutes, and by then whatever was about to happen already would have. Standard advice would be to wait for the professionals. Fuck that. She could see one person on the ground already, the guy who had placed the call. He moved, so he was still alive, but that was all Umeko could tell. These guys were playing for keeps. It was obvious no one was on the ground with them, which meant- up. Top of the building. Two stories up, hostile son of a bitch spotted.
In the span of a millisecond, her plan was decided. And Kawaguchi Umeko growled.
Her course altered just a few degrees, feet pounding the pavement even harder; but no matter how hard they hit, she made not a whisper; a stark contrast to the extreme, frenetic nature of her pace. After a few moments her foot came down hard, pushing off of the ground and into the air.
Both feet came down on the dumpster, and shoved off harder.
Umeko rocketed into the air, high enough to catch the edge of the roof with her palms and turn her remaining forward momentum into a somersault. She felt her reservoir dip, more than she usually liked to use but today was a very special case. A rotation later and she had ditched enough momentum to pop onto her feet, starting to close the distance between her and Son of a Bitch #1 at a jog. She’d hit the roof to his side; if he was paying as much attention to the scene as she thought, she’d have a few moments before he even realized she was on the roof. Helped that her esper ability ensured she made as much noise as a ghost.
He wasn’t far. In hand to hand, Kawaguchi was confident.
Hey there, asshole~!
Punk? These stupid kids.
"Your friend is fleeing a crime!" Umeko shouted, otherwise ignoring the uppity midget entirely. If she felt like causing a scene, that was her prerogative. But Midget #1 wasn't stopping, so she picked up the pace. If the other one didn't try anything funny she'd overtake in a few moments, then she could pick her up by the scruff of the neck and bring her right back to where she needed to be.
If the other one did cause a fuss, well, there was a solution to that too. Plus she had a name to go with the photographer's description, thanks to Midget #2.
Brennan was probably amused by all of this.
The jackass.
I'm sorry Exia... Soon...
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She probably just hit it with the car...
Nevertheless, the mute cranked her neck as far back as necessary to regard her CO. It wasn't a great perspective; Corinne Shourichi was kind of upside down, and it was hard to determine whether or not her unimpressed stare was being conveyed correctly. Not that it was easy to see her face.... Regardless, she endeavored to convey her skepticism succinctly despite the elbows digging into her collar. This stare was interrupted when her colleague, Anju, stepped over and asked a... Rather pointed question.
Her eyebrows arched high over her glasses, though she gave the question due consideration while she bounced her PDA from hand to hand. Her stare was redirected, this time at the blue-haired former Crusader.
"No," She began, even her TTS somehow conveying the slow, hesitant nature of the answer. Her fingers didn't match, tapping out an answer that defied her usual laconic tendencies. "Admired Zoldark. Long time. He was a fool. Those that followed him were fools. Regardless of their intentions, Crusaders killed a lot of people I worked with. Me too, but for my own fortune."
"Guarlions are excellent machines. But I see the enemy." The mute paused in her tapping, long enough to remove her glasses to look her colleague in the eye directly. "But I'm sure I shot down some of your friends, too. You chose this side. We have common enemies now. Wipes the slate clean. But it will take time for me to be comfortable with it."
She probably wouldn't have bolted if people left her camera alone ;w;
having a photographer for a parent, i understand
"We can leave once Anti-Skill gets here, you maniac." The Japanese girl responded, giving her Irish compatriot a mild glare and light elbow to the ribs for his remarks. "And she can keep her camera, Anti-Skill may- Oh for fuck's sake."
I just want to work on my Perfect Grade!
It wasn't hard to see the smaller student twist out of Grape Juice's grip, she'd recognize a movement like that anywhere. She didn't really blame her, either. Everyone took cameras for granted nowadays. Everyone with one built into their phone thought they were a professional, that they could do everything with their little pocket computer that the pros with their expensive equipment could. They couldn't. Not just because of the technological limitations, but because of the know-how. A photographer's camera was their livelihood. Any photographer worth their salt would do anything to protect it, regardless of the circumstances. It'd be like someone tried to take away Umeko's projects. Or Brennan's probe.
So she understood the impulse to flee. Unfortunately, she just couldn't allow it.
So when Hazama hit the ground running, having loosened Grape Juice's grip, Kawaguchi was running too. The shrimp was quick, Umeko'd give her that, but the older girl's legs were longer. And when dealing with two athletic people, that edge mattered. And Umeko was cheating a little; a little extra kinetic energy each time her foot hit the ground wasn't going to make her the Flash, but it definitely wasn't hurting her speed. The photographer didn't have much of a head start, and she wasn't going to get away on speed alone.
Not only was she an important witness, Umeko didn't want her running into whatever made the first body drop.
"Get back here, kid! No one's going to hurt your camera!" A breath, and she sped up a little more. "Put it with my stuff, no one'll touch it!"
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Alriiight, that got weird fast.
Two big things to note;
First, Jericho Piper was now a girl. Pretty much a perfect copy of one of the ones on the other team, actually. That... Was strange. Impressive. Pretty funny to watch unfold. But God, that was weird. Playing deceptively'd make that fun. Second of all was the Coach handing out color coded braces, which was probably wise at this point.
"Yeah, we'll go red," Ben agreed, nodding in the professor's direction. "Everybody, make sure to get your brace."
"As for strategy... Vespa's idea still works, I think. Nobody'll be paying that much attention when the game really gets going. I think the big's guy's got some decent points, and we can mostly keep the offense-defense roles. We'll see how it ends up panning out." Seeing as they were getting color-coded now instead, Bastille's leader figured he might as well toss the shirt entirely. No point in getting it ripped. It joined his jacket and weapon with a quick toss, a movement he also used to nod to Amy. The Faunus was very team loyal, in her way, but it wasn't something he could comment on too much. Not while he was leading a more ragtag group. The bigger Faunus, he decided, was gonna be a fun guy to have around. He'd have to introduce himself a little better after the game. "They probably don't know the rules much better than we do, so this'll be fun."
"Unless anyone objects, we're probably as ready as we're gonna be. Listen to Luke, do your best, try not to bicker. Let's kick some ass, guys and gals."
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”Gotta call bullshit there, Judgement-chan.”
The brunette that stepped in to block the end of the alley seemed to be pulling on a pair of oddly thick gloves. Brown eyes swept the scene, a frown beginning to form on her face. The big, heavy bag that had been held in her left hand sat carefully next to the wall alongside her messenger bag.
Notably she didn’t have a green band on her arm, either.
”Not that I’ve have much sympathy if you were Judgement, not too fussed with bugging them either. Because this is pretty far beyond Judgement.” Umeko pointed as she started to make her way closer, taking stock of everyone present. But Camera Girl especially. ”Last I knew, Anti-Skill handled anything that needed a coroner. And this definitely counts.”
The ‘this’ in question did give her pause, as she got a little closer. To say that the poor woman had been brutalized would be an understatement; whatever went after her was strong, angry, and definitely abnormal. Didn’t take more than one forensics elective to see that this scene just wasn’t normal. She’d taken off running when she heard the noise (whatever the hell it was), something Griese’d probably needle her for later, but she wanted to be in time to help if something was wrong.
She wasn’t.
But it hadn’t been more than a couple of minutes, so as much as the gloves were for intimidation… It wasn’t the little group here that had her on edge. Whatever had done this, it wasn’t far gone. Her steps grew a little tenser, feet planted firmly on the ground as her muscles coiled from one step to the next, all five senses alert to any signs of danger. If something was still around, she damn well wasn’t going to let it get the drop on her.
She was pretty sure she’d seen the purple-haired kid somewhere, and he was definitely in the right here. The kid with the camera looked after as heavy as the box she’d been carrying, and no way in hell was she there on anything approaching Judgement business. The rest looked like they’d probably come for the same reason Umeko had herself. Wanting to help, got there too late. But no way was she letting anyone hit the ground running, not ‘til someone with actua authority got there.
And she didn’t mean Judgement. She preferred her vigilantes to at least be honest about what they were. This sort of thing was for actual police.
All I wanted to do was get home and work on that Perfect Grade....
“Let’s all stay put, don’t really feel like chasing anyone down. And someone call the cops. The actual cops.”
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