Krayzikk

Rectifier

That was me too; I misunderstood the deadline as tonight rather than last night. The original statement's gone so I can't double check, but I imagine I must have misread it as midnight tonight. My fault. Totally understand the verdict, the mistake was on our end.

Rectifier

Time table is more or less on track for my CS. Have to get some coursework done today, but I should be working on it after that. Sunday shouldn't be an issue for me.

A Certain Variegated Pseudepigraphum [Toaru/Raildex RPG]

@Plank Sinatra @Crimmy

What the fuck.

It was bad luck she'd been noticed, her foe'd turned to flee and spotted her. Otherwise she'd have had him. But as surprising as she'd been to him, the concrete beneath her feet turning to dust was completely out of left field. One second it was there, solid as can be, and the next her foot hit open air. Not long to process at all, so instinct took over; she only had a few moments before hitting the floor below, she needed to mitigate. The dust did some of that for her, the thick layer that accumulated below her serving to deaden some of the initial impact. Didn't feel great, falling a story, but she knew how to land. She let her knees bend to absorb most of the remaining energy, and stopped her forward motion by letting her closed fist hit the ground. The impact jarred all the way up to her shoulder, but her knuckles were okay. That was what her gloves were meant to mitigate, after all.

Her surroundings were dark, Umeko'd landed in an office. Along with her adversary. She didn't know the layout, but hopefully he didn't either. He had been closer to the edge of the roof so she had him against a wall for now. She needed to push before he could capitalize on the change of scenery. The attacker had been built more like a runner, lithe instead of bulky, so he'd probably be fast if she let him get away. Not going to happen. Keep him away from the exits. Whoever he was, he was in league with whoever'd killed that woman. Hesitating could get her killed. This was a fight for real. No playing fair.

So as soon as she landed, she took a fistful of the dust below her hand and hurled it at the man's eyes. She stepped in quick as lightning, keeping her center of gravity low, and threw a left jab at her adversary's ribs. He'd tried to flee when she neared, Umeko was willing to bet he wasn't much of a close range fighter. His Esper ability was a wild card; a reaction of some kind, probably exothermic. Corrosion? Wouldn't explain the explosion. But either way, she just needed to keep up the pressure; stay in close, keep him on the back foot. She could do that.

With any luck her jab would connect, but if it didn't her guard was still up. She'd work from there.

"I wanted to be working on my Exia, asshole!"

Rectifier

Popping in real quick to affirm that I am still here, and working on some character ideas. Looking forward to playing with you all.

Deus Ex - Humanity Reinvented ~ Cyberpunk RP

<Snipped quote by Krayzikk>

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."