Krayzikk

Deus Ex - Humanity Reinvented ~ Cyberpunk RP

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I apologise for me speed in working, just clearing up a tonne of essays. Will finish the OOC ASAP. Thanks for baring with me

@LetMeDoStuff

No worries, as it turned out we all had a time-out anyway! Might have developed a concept in that time, I'll try and come up with a brief description to run by you.

Rectifier [Cyberpunk | Adventure | Road Trip]

Appreciate the update, I'll be ready and waiting.

Deus Ex - Humanity Reinvented ~ Cyberpunk RP

Not especially; mostly just waiting for a CS to start working.

World of Darkness RP. Intrigue and Conflict on the West Coast

Definitely interested.

Rectifier [Cyberpunk | Adventure | Road Trip]

This is pretty cool.

@Plank Sinatra

This dork beat me here, but definitely interested.

Record of UTX - Special Investigation Team [SRWOG/Mecha]

@Plank Sinatra @GarlandDaHero @Crimmy

Enemies.

Anju was robbed of Hazel's attention rather quickly. Her response registered; the mute was appreciative that she had taken it in stride, rather than getting angry. It wasn't personal; any complaints she had about the former Crusader as a person had very, very little to do with her side in the war. The pad was not good for articulating complicated opinions. Perhaps she would write it out, when the mission was done. Silence might still be better than the monotone of her text-to-speech program.

But that would wait.

The girl extricated herself from underneath Corinne's elbows, with no small degree of effort, and double-timed back to the Taus. She tossed her bag unceremoniously back onto her seat on her way to the docking bay; her new machine was waiting. It looked like her old Mk. II M, is you swapped the colors. It blended in with the dim interior of the transport, gunmetal grays melding with the bay around it. The red glint gave it away. Even if she hadn't known where it was. The way the visor caught the light, reflecting it a deep crimson. It looked much like her old Gespenst, but it wasn't. She could feel it. The M had come to feel like an old friend, one she had endured alongside. It felt welcoming, but not soft; a familiar tool that could still turn upon her if she failed to respect it. The TT made her feel drafted all over again. It towered above her; heavier than the other units in the transport by far, emanating gravitas. It demanded respect. It would not guide her along like her old Gespenst, it would demand her concentration and her utmost respect. It was a towering marvel of mechanical design, a machine that had personally seen conflict worse than she had. Even powered down it was almost intimidating.

But she couldn't allow herself more than a moment to think about it. She wasn't drafted all over again. She had survived the war on her merit, not on her machine's. It was a Gespenst. She could pilot it. She would.

The mute climbed up to the cockpit, apprehension quickly overtaken by excitement. She couldn't forget her glee, either, at finally piloting one of the machines that she had spent so long admiring. She had no reason to be worried. This machine was more potent than her last one, something she could feel even in the first moments that she had spent inside it. Now she could test it for real.

Systems online...

The PT came to life under her touch, the familiar hum making its way into her bones. And something else with it; a feeling she had come to associate with the T-Link System, an phantom sensation she couldn't quite describe. A broadening of her senses, perhaps, though she was loathe to try and quantify it so.

But the machine was ready, and awaiting her command.

The Gespenst stomped clear of its housing, the ground shuddering faintly beneath the impact of its heavy feet. It might not have been as lithe a machine as that of her colleagues, but it was proven. In the right hands, immovable. Even without Hazel's own upgrades. The Tesla Drive came to life as soon as she was clear of the Taus, bringing her machine to a hover a short distance above the ground. She would not go higher until she needed to engage.

"Hazel Ada Stoll. Mk. II TT. Deploying."

Deus Ex - Humanity Reinvented ~ Cyberpunk RP

Sticking my foot in the door; been playing through Human Revolution lately, so I may be interested.

[Reboot]Ｔｅｒｒａ ＿ ｒ：Ｅｖｏｌｕｔｉｏｎ[Cyberpunk]

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.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

@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.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

@HereComesTheSnow @GreenGoat @NarayanK @Plank Sinatra @banjoanjo @ADamnFiddle @Crimmy

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~!