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So, a bit about me then:
First and foremost, I love to try and create imaginative and creative scenarios, that (I hope) push the very limits of reason and conventional thought. When I RP (mostly in NRPs) I aim to play powerful and big, things that are on the very edge of OP (I usually give my faction a ridiculous disadvantage though, to keep it fair). In other RPs, I tend towards Science Fiction and Modern Fantasy, playing side characters with some interesting quirks to them. I am also keen on trying some Arena RPing, when I get better at writing.
Other things about me are that I work as a Mental Health Nurse (who would've guessed), and enjoy gaming and drawing as well. I also play trumpet on the side. I have a rough schedule, so I disappear for a couple of days sometimes. But never assume I am dropping out, I will tell you if I am thinking of it (unless it's really serious).
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When is this kicking off? I have a few ideas for a CS, but I have a quick question: What's the technological level of the world?
I'll post probs a little later today :3
I'm in :3 Definitely a very awesome idea. And I luv mecha.
The usual suspects: Exams, commitments, yada yada yada. As long as we keep getting a post in either thread at least once a day, it will live :3
A loud metallic thud echoed throughout the training room, as the droid reeled back from the impact of the kick, stumbling to regain it's footing. "Nice kick, but now you're just pissing me off...". The droid brought it's guard stance back up. and ran towards Nafi, fist clenched for another uppercut. This time though, Nafi smiled. The problem with sparring bots is that they are too predictable, and she knew how to use this to her advantage. As the machine swung up, she leaned back sharply, avoiding the blow effortlessly, and continued to follow the movement, bending her back 180 degrees and placing her hands on the floor. She flipped backwards, and landed a little further from the droid, back up against the tight rope on the edge of the ring, as the machine tried to get it's bearings. Now was the time to finish it off.
Nafi jumped up onto the rope, balancing on it as the machine approached for another attack, and she leaped over it once more, landing gingerly behind it and wrapping her hands around it's waist, Caught by surprise, the droid flailed uselessly, as she lifted it with all her strength, bending over backwards and slamming it's head into the ground with a large crash in a spectacular German Suplex that left it sprawled on the ground, twitching but not out of the fight yet. Nafi quickly went into a handstand and pushed herself up into the air, while the machine got to it's hands and knees to get back up. She twisted upright during the leap, and brought her knee down on it's neck, slamming it back into the ground, and with a loud metallic crunch, it's head rocketed of it's body, narrowly missing Mylik as it flew off out of the ring, and rolled along the ground.
"Simulation over. Result: Nafi is victorious, via technical knockout. Injury lethality: One hundred percent." Nafi breathed heavily, slightly worn, and got to her feet. She placed her hands on her hips, and humphed in amusement. "Well, that was disappointing..." Turning away from the scrap on the ground, she saw Rane had been watching her, and could hear what sounded like a faint whispering, though Nafi failed to notice anyone else in the room. Speaking in a joking tone, Nafi addressed Rane. "Oh hey, lizard man. Rane, isn't it? Heard you were quite the fighter, back in your day. Guess you're too old for the ring now, eh?" She could still hear the other quiet voice, and looked around, confused. "By the way, do you hear someone whispering? I think I'm going crazy..."
Nafi jumped up onto the rope, balancing on it as the machine approached for another attack, and she leaped over it once more, landing gingerly behind it and wrapping her hands around it's waist, Caught by surprise, the droid flailed uselessly, as she lifted it with all her strength, bending over backwards and slamming it's head into the ground with a large crash in a spectacular German Suplex that left it sprawled on the ground, twitching but not out of the fight yet. Nafi quickly went into a handstand and pushed herself up into the air, while the machine got to it's hands and knees to get back up. She twisted upright during the leap, and brought her knee down on it's neck, slamming it back into the ground, and with a loud metallic crunch, it's head rocketed of it's body, narrowly missing Mylik as it flew off out of the ring, and rolled along the ground.
"Simulation over. Result: Nafi is victorious, via technical knockout. Injury lethality: One hundred percent." Nafi breathed heavily, slightly worn, and got to her feet. She placed her hands on her hips, and humphed in amusement. "Well, that was disappointing..." Turning away from the scrap on the ground, she saw Rane had been watching her, and could hear what sounded like a faint whispering, though Nafi failed to notice anyone else in the room. Speaking in a joking tone, Nafi addressed Rane. "Oh hey, lizard man. Rane, isn't it? Heard you were quite the fighter, back in your day. Guess you're too old for the ring now, eh?" She could still hear the other quiet voice, and looked around, confused. "By the way, do you hear someone whispering? I think I'm going crazy..."
Okies, sorry for the absence. Will be posting later today ^^
Without warning, the machine lunged forward towards Nafi, with a vicious Hay Maker that would have fractured a human's jaw into pieces. Luckily, she jumped back, though staggered clumsily with the sudden severity of the attack, allowing her adversary to bring another punch around. This time, the jab hit in her shoulder, and was followed by another jab into her chest. Backing up with the force of the punches, Nafi protected herself with effect, to prevent any hits to her face or head. Prosthetic cybernetics were useful in this regard, as she felt no pain when they were hit, at least at first.
The droid grinned menacingly, as it was programmed to for this particular bout. "I expected better than this from an organic This is just sad..." It laughed, and continued to jab and dance around her, trying to break her guard and stagger her again, Noticing her opportunity with a large, wide swing from the spar bot, Nafi expertly batted it's next attack away with her left hand, then hooked one arm into the crevasse of it's shoulder joint with her right, and judo flipped it on to it's back, slamming it into the ground sickeningly, before attempting to finish it with a drop kick to the chest. Of course, the machine rolled out of harm's way, a split second before her kick smashed into the floor, and used the flexibility and unlimited rotational force of it's hips to spin it's legs around 180 degrees, and land on it's feet as it rolled. Not missing a beat, the droid brought a fist up for a brutal uppercut, landing in Nafi's solar plexus.
Shit, lethality level four IS a bit extreme, was the only thing Nafi had time to think of, winded and distracted, before the machine followed through to bring down a hammer fist of terrifying speed down on her head. This she was able to narrowly dodge, feeling the wind brush past her ear as the young girl stepped to the left, trying to find an opening. "Hopefully, whoever fixes these doesn't mind a little extra work load", was the only sentence she muttered, ducking low and pummeling it's front quite speedily with clenched fists, before swinging her leg in a round house kick, directly into the machine's chest. Might have to break this one for real.
The droid grinned menacingly, as it was programmed to for this particular bout. "I expected better than this from an organic This is just sad..." It laughed, and continued to jab and dance around her, trying to break her guard and stagger her again, Noticing her opportunity with a large, wide swing from the spar bot, Nafi expertly batted it's next attack away with her left hand, then hooked one arm into the crevasse of it's shoulder joint with her right, and judo flipped it on to it's back, slamming it into the ground sickeningly, before attempting to finish it with a drop kick to the chest. Of course, the machine rolled out of harm's way, a split second before her kick smashed into the floor, and used the flexibility and unlimited rotational force of it's hips to spin it's legs around 180 degrees, and land on it's feet as it rolled. Not missing a beat, the droid brought a fist up for a brutal uppercut, landing in Nafi's solar plexus.
Shit, lethality level four IS a bit extreme, was the only thing Nafi had time to think of, winded and distracted, before the machine followed through to bring down a hammer fist of terrifying speed down on her head. This she was able to narrowly dodge, feeling the wind brush past her ear as the young girl stepped to the left, trying to find an opening. "Hopefully, whoever fixes these doesn't mind a little extra work load", was the only sentence she muttered, ducking low and pummeling it's front quite speedily with clenched fists, before swinging her leg in a round house kick, directly into the machine's chest. Might have to break this one for real.
BlackSam3091 said
And yeah, soon as I've dropped off Darius at daycare I'll come and kick your head in.
You've obviously never fought a cyborg ninja then :P
So, I realized that we were taking a shuttle down, and not the whole ship (derp). Posted to rectify that. Btw, anyone who's staying on board the ship want to spar?
Still waiting at the airlock, Nafi impatiently waited at the airlock for her crew mates to arrive, when a voice buzzed in on the headset. It was Ace, notifying her on the situation: "Nafi, we're in the hangar at the back of the ship, we're just starting work on the shuttle already." Suddenly a realization swept over her, of course they weren't going to take the whole ship down! How could she be so stupid? With an embarrassed sigh, she voiced back to him: "Uhh, I knew that. You know what, you guys seemed to have it handled. I'll, uh, give this job a miss, if you don't mind. I had some training I wanted to do anyway..." With that, she signed off, and made her way back to the armory, trying to keep her head down, her face red and shameful as she went back into the armory.
After de-suiting from her failed attempt at being helpful, Nafi, little wanting to screw things up further, decided to head to the ship's gym, to work off her anger at herself. It didn't take long for her to find herself stretching for her workout in the training facility, and in little time, was stripped down to her sleek, metallic frame and undergoing her cardio warm up, jogging steadily in a sort of high tech treadmill that appeared to be more of a hamster wheel than anything else. Despite being largely cybernetic, her Harness was still rigged with various muscle feedback sensors, motor neural triggering systems, and intricate organic/synthetic melding relays. These modules allowed her body to feel stress and fatigue at minor levels, to help stimulate her remaining organic structure into a more energetic state, while avoiding exhaustion and damage as a result of over stimulation. Pretty much, this was the only thing that reminded her she was still alive, and not a machine, as many people think at first glance.
After some time jogging, Nafi stepped gingerly off the treadmill, and looked around the various equipment, deciding what to train today. After some thought, she entered the sparring ring, and booted up a hand to hand combat simulation. Combat training was her favorite, as it was a full body workout, with the added benefit of a thrill of the fight, The sparring droid stepped out of it's closet like holding bay at the opposite end of the ring. It stood a full head over her, with a lanky metal frame that shone bronze in the light of the ring, and she brought her fists up in a guard stance. "Alright, computer, set the target to standard military training, lethality factor level 4, damage threshold 25% durabiliity enhancement. Taunts on." With that, the droid brought it's hands up too, and sneered at her. "I'll snap you like a twig." was all the machine said, before slowly pacing in a circle, not taking it's optical sensor (A red light on it's 'face') off of her. Nafi responded by moving around in the opposite direction, keeping her guard at it at all times, and smiled wryly:
"We'll see who gets broken, tin can."
After de-suiting from her failed attempt at being helpful, Nafi, little wanting to screw things up further, decided to head to the ship's gym, to work off her anger at herself. It didn't take long for her to find herself stretching for her workout in the training facility, and in little time, was stripped down to her sleek, metallic frame and undergoing her cardio warm up, jogging steadily in a sort of high tech treadmill that appeared to be more of a hamster wheel than anything else. Despite being largely cybernetic, her Harness was still rigged with various muscle feedback sensors, motor neural triggering systems, and intricate organic/synthetic melding relays. These modules allowed her body to feel stress and fatigue at minor levels, to help stimulate her remaining organic structure into a more energetic state, while avoiding exhaustion and damage as a result of over stimulation. Pretty much, this was the only thing that reminded her she was still alive, and not a machine, as many people think at first glance.
After some time jogging, Nafi stepped gingerly off the treadmill, and looked around the various equipment, deciding what to train today. After some thought, she entered the sparring ring, and booted up a hand to hand combat simulation. Combat training was her favorite, as it was a full body workout, with the added benefit of a thrill of the fight, The sparring droid stepped out of it's closet like holding bay at the opposite end of the ring. It stood a full head over her, with a lanky metal frame that shone bronze in the light of the ring, and she brought her fists up in a guard stance. "Alright, computer, set the target to standard military training, lethality factor level 4, damage threshold 25% durabiliity enhancement. Taunts on." With that, the droid brought it's hands up too, and sneered at her. "I'll snap you like a twig." was all the machine said, before slowly pacing in a circle, not taking it's optical sensor (A red light on it's 'face') off of her. Nafi responded by moving around in the opposite direction, keeping her guard at it at all times, and smiled wryly:
"We'll see who gets broken, tin can."
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