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It was so good I didn't notice it was madefrom phone.
@RoflsMazoy, Actually, Ken will join if given a bit of pressure.
As for me, I'll join as I miss your GMing.
As for me, I'll join as I miss your GMing.
Raven Rivers
Distasteful, Raven thought as he glimpsed the burnt tank and its crew's remains, but suppressed his disgust at Arroxy in order to keep to the battleplan; despite being assholes, the man and his tank crew were still siblings-in-arms. Then at Marit's call, he continued, "Sure, I'll help pick up a few containers -"
His mech's passive sensors picked up a new threat, and Raven's Shadow Hawk turned to see, as a speck in the sky, two gunships flying closer to their location. These helicopters ought to be catching sight of them soon, and picking up the ECM being projected... If he ever gave them the chance.
"Family Man here; picking up hostiles," Raven was already aiming his remaining LRMs and his autocannon at the helicopters, deciding that a bit of heat in his cockpit was a fair price to pay for bringing the pair of gunships down without inconviniencing the rest of the group. "You guys keep picking up the supplies; I request to be the one to deal with these bozos."
One LRM volley for one helicopter, and an autocannon for the other. I just hope I don't catch heatstroke from this. There was no doubt he can do this; he had just woken up one day and found out that a decade or so of mercenary work and years of being a Mechwarrior before that had given him the required experience to shoot down a couple of flying targets... Especially if he waited for the last possible moment.
He was no glory hound, but for a battle which had no notable moments, Raven at least wanted one memorable action, preferably a personal success.
Something for you and Andrew once we rescue you, Katrina, he thought himself one second before the crucial moment.
Five missiles blasted towards one gunship, an autocannon burst towards the other. As Raven's cockpit grew hot enough to turn into an oven, overwhelming his cooling vest, the man, no longer young, smirked and waited for the sight of smoked helicopters on the ground...
Distasteful, Raven thought as he glimpsed the burnt tank and its crew's remains, but suppressed his disgust at Arroxy in order to keep to the battleplan; despite being assholes, the man and his tank crew were still siblings-in-arms. Then at Marit's call, he continued, "Sure, I'll help pick up a few containers -"
His mech's passive sensors picked up a new threat, and Raven's Shadow Hawk turned to see, as a speck in the sky, two gunships flying closer to their location. These helicopters ought to be catching sight of them soon, and picking up the ECM being projected... If he ever gave them the chance.
"Family Man here; picking up hostiles," Raven was already aiming his remaining LRMs and his autocannon at the helicopters, deciding that a bit of heat in his cockpit was a fair price to pay for bringing the pair of gunships down without inconviniencing the rest of the group. "You guys keep picking up the supplies; I request to be the one to deal with these bozos."
One LRM volley for one helicopter, and an autocannon for the other. I just hope I don't catch heatstroke from this. There was no doubt he can do this; he had just woken up one day and found out that a decade or so of mercenary work and years of being a Mechwarrior before that had given him the required experience to shoot down a couple of flying targets... Especially if he waited for the last possible moment.
He was no glory hound, but for a battle which had no notable moments, Raven at least wanted one memorable action, preferably a personal success.
Something for you and Andrew once we rescue you, Katrina, he thought himself one second before the crucial moment.
Five missiles blasted towards one gunship, an autocannon burst towards the other. As Raven's cockpit grew hot enough to turn into an oven, overwhelming his cooling vest, the man, no longer young, smirked and waited for the sight of smoked helicopters on the ground...
NPC Post - Ascendancy of Man Presidential Palace, Hawaii
Emmanuel Thoreau, President-for-Life of the Ascendancy of Man, had taken the largest island of the Hawaiian archipelago (the Big Island, also confusingly named Hawai'i) for his entire Presidential Palace, destroying most of the old structures to create a gigantic monstrosity of a building complex surrounded by two walls of white marble which surrounded acres of jungles for hunting, plus orchards, gardens, and parklands for pleasure. These in turn were centered around a gigantic Neoclassical-style palace with statues of platinum and carved jade depicting mythological figures of Greek Heroes.
The defenses were top of the line, with every member of the staff carefully watched, drones constantly flying over the walls, and battalions of armed guards conducting frequent patrols. It also didn't hurt that there were methods of defending against attempts at magical assault... None of which were proof against treachery from within.
Aurora Thoreau, the wife of the President-for-Life, was seeking escape from her spouse and had drugged his wine so that she can sneak into an unused basement that held unused furniture, an unused basement where the Timespace Wards which prevented teleportation were weak. Then, she would pull out the tools, a set of keys that glowed brightly with stolen magic, and begin the work of further undoing them; she had to act quickly lest her husband or his minions witness the disturbance in the local magical fabric.
Footsteps can be heard rushing towards her; there were very few guards who valued her above Emmanuel, so Aurora dared not hope in anything but strong locks and a couch of silk and hardwood moved to bar the door. This ought to buy her would-be rescuer enough time... Assuming he was true to his word.
She tore off the scarf from her neck, a silk cloth given to her by a would-be flatterer, but which she herself marked with a magical sign carefully hidden and suppressed even from her husband's own senses - What a sad man who believed what had been done to him, to her, and their families was necessary. And by necessary, he had married her for political reasons and to prove his own father's theory, that a person injected with Kaisoken dust as a child can pass on their powers to their own children, while those injected with the dust as adults could not; something about their DNA being stable?
A loud crack can be heard as the door was broken open, but her contact had opened the needed portal, a rift that connected Earth to a faraway spaceship. She jumped in, and as the gateway closed behind her, she found herself in a large room covered with more magical signs - Spell Marks. At the head of the room were two people, a tall figure, presumably male, in an azure crow mask and an armored long coat, and a middle-aged but still beautiful woman who looked her over, disapproving of her dress and jewels as she tut-tutted and turned to Blue Crow.
"So," she said, "With Arthur's older sister rescued from her husband's clutches, he and the rest of Squad Zero can afford to drop their masks, right?"
"Or they'll hunt us down for jumping the gun," Blue Crow said. "Arthur may be our adopted son, but he told us repeatedly that if we don't stick to our plan, the convoluted plan to save our natural son, we'll be killed."
"Speaking of which, that kid, Snow..." said Blue Crow's wife, "It's hard to believe he's a pilot at such a young age."
"I heard that!" said a voice over the speakers, "Anyway, things will move fast after this; Crowley or Arthur or whoever he calls himself won't take this lying down. We're lucky he won't kill his adoptive brother and future brother-in-law, but he is so devoted to his own mask that if his sister comes to harm, he'll kill us in front of -"
Aurora had jumped into a portal that led to a small freighter once used by the Windsor Autonomous Trading Fleet and repurposed by its current owner into his own personal blockade runner. Said current owner was one Snow Cecil, who was carrying one Blue Crow and his wife with him as they sailed towards Epsilon Theta for a family reunion.
She dared to ask, "Will your son really forgive my brother? You took the latter into your house and got only trouble. First with your son being abducted, then my brother taking on another disguise to watch over him and prepare to dispose of any Star Marines who found themselves truly loyal to the Ascendancy to prevent them from joining -"
Snow was the one who interrupted before any mention of his own former group can be made, "If what I've heard about Ashton Andrews from his parents here is true, he's a good boy... Stock Market craziness aside."
@Letter Bee@Landaus Five-One@FalloutJack@Starlance@jdh97@Smike
Emmanuel Thoreau, President-for-Life of the Ascendancy of Man, had taken the largest island of the Hawaiian archipelago (the Big Island, also confusingly named Hawai'i) for his entire Presidential Palace, destroying most of the old structures to create a gigantic monstrosity of a building complex surrounded by two walls of white marble which surrounded acres of jungles for hunting, plus orchards, gardens, and parklands for pleasure. These in turn were centered around a gigantic Neoclassical-style palace with statues of platinum and carved jade depicting mythological figures of Greek Heroes.
The defenses were top of the line, with every member of the staff carefully watched, drones constantly flying over the walls, and battalions of armed guards conducting frequent patrols. It also didn't hurt that there were methods of defending against attempts at magical assault... None of which were proof against treachery from within.
Aurora Thoreau, the wife of the President-for-Life, was seeking escape from her spouse and had drugged his wine so that she can sneak into an unused basement that held unused furniture, an unused basement where the Timespace Wards which prevented teleportation were weak. Then, she would pull out the tools, a set of keys that glowed brightly with stolen magic, and begin the work of further undoing them; she had to act quickly lest her husband or his minions witness the disturbance in the local magical fabric.
Footsteps can be heard rushing towards her; there were very few guards who valued her above Emmanuel, so Aurora dared not hope in anything but strong locks and a couch of silk and hardwood moved to bar the door. This ought to buy her would-be rescuer enough time... Assuming he was true to his word.
She tore off the scarf from her neck, a silk cloth given to her by a would-be flatterer, but which she herself marked with a magical sign carefully hidden and suppressed even from her husband's own senses - What a sad man who believed what had been done to him, to her, and their families was necessary. And by necessary, he had married her for political reasons and to prove his own father's theory, that a person injected with Kaisoken dust as a child can pass on their powers to their own children, while those injected with the dust as adults could not; something about their DNA being stable?
A loud crack can be heard as the door was broken open, but her contact had opened the needed portal, a rift that connected Earth to a faraway spaceship. She jumped in, and as the gateway closed behind her, she found herself in a large room covered with more magical signs - Spell Marks. At the head of the room were two people, a tall figure, presumably male, in an azure crow mask and an armored long coat, and a middle-aged but still beautiful woman who looked her over, disapproving of her dress and jewels as she tut-tutted and turned to Blue Crow.
"So," she said, "With Arthur's older sister rescued from her husband's clutches, he and the rest of Squad Zero can afford to drop their masks, right?"
"Or they'll hunt us down for jumping the gun," Blue Crow said. "Arthur may be our adopted son, but he told us repeatedly that if we don't stick to our plan, the convoluted plan to save our natural son, we'll be killed."
"Speaking of which, that kid, Snow..." said Blue Crow's wife, "It's hard to believe he's a pilot at such a young age."
"I heard that!" said a voice over the speakers, "Anyway, things will move fast after this; Crowley or Arthur or whoever he calls himself won't take this lying down. We're lucky he won't kill his adoptive brother and future brother-in-law, but he is so devoted to his own mask that if his sister comes to harm, he'll kill us in front of -"
Aurora had jumped into a portal that led to a small freighter once used by the Windsor Autonomous Trading Fleet and repurposed by its current owner into his own personal blockade runner. Said current owner was one Snow Cecil, who was carrying one Blue Crow and his wife with him as they sailed towards Epsilon Theta for a family reunion.
She dared to ask, "Will your son really forgive my brother? You took the latter into your house and got only trouble. First with your son being abducted, then my brother taking on another disguise to watch over him and prepare to dispose of any Star Marines who found themselves truly loyal to the Ascendancy to prevent them from joining -"
Snow was the one who interrupted before any mention of his own former group can be made, "If what I've heard about Ashton Andrews from his parents here is true, he's a good boy... Stock Market craziness aside."
@Letter Bee@Landaus Five-One@FalloutJack@Starlance@jdh97@Smike
Ken Illustrious Ikari
After taking a brief nap, Ken woke up to find his indecision, his grief, and his sense of loss replaced by a sense of determination. He was going to train; to get stronger so that he can defeat threats like Nightman on his own, to strengthen his blessing and his mundane skills, as well as earn money for additional magic items - What he was proud of was not using his parents' worked-for wealth to buy the magic items he did have; he had bought them with his own money gotten through Vigilante work. And it was by resuming Vigilante work that he hoped to find new strength for when Reverio and Chinami eventually collided and the consquences put innocent people in danger.
He told his parents what he was going to do and that he will bring the Ame-no-Murakumo with him; aside from some concerns about his safety, they agreed to let him go, but only if 1.) he returned before late night, and 2.) he took extra exorcism talismans with him. Those were better terms than he expected - Ken vowed that he would at least try and keep to them; the key word being try, of course.
The boy took public transport to a location close to the old apartment he wanted to exorcise, then prepared to walk all the way to his target. He had also notified the other Vigilantes that he was taking that specific job, just in case they wanted to help him or get a share of the rewards.
Ken's plan was simple; bust his way inside and beat up some ghosts with his magic items, his blade, and his parents' exorcism talismans. As the building was infested with said ghosts anyway, he would not get any penalties for tresspassing. Either way, as he walked towards the tenement doors, he took a short video of the structure in question, analyzing it for any easier entrances and exits, as well as to see if there were ghosts at all and it wasn't just a false alarm or even an attempt at fraud.
There were ghosts; now it was time to bust in. Training, money, and a chance to blow off some steam awaited...
After taking a brief nap, Ken woke up to find his indecision, his grief, and his sense of loss replaced by a sense of determination. He was going to train; to get stronger so that he can defeat threats like Nightman on his own, to strengthen his blessing and his mundane skills, as well as earn money for additional magic items - What he was proud of was not using his parents' worked-for wealth to buy the magic items he did have; he had bought them with his own money gotten through Vigilante work. And it was by resuming Vigilante work that he hoped to find new strength for when Reverio and Chinami eventually collided and the consquences put innocent people in danger.
He told his parents what he was going to do and that he will bring the Ame-no-Murakumo with him; aside from some concerns about his safety, they agreed to let him go, but only if 1.) he returned before late night, and 2.) he took extra exorcism talismans with him. Those were better terms than he expected - Ken vowed that he would at least try and keep to them; the key word being try, of course.
The boy took public transport to a location close to the old apartment he wanted to exorcise, then prepared to walk all the way to his target. He had also notified the other Vigilantes that he was taking that specific job, just in case they wanted to help him or get a share of the rewards.
Ken's plan was simple; bust his way inside and beat up some ghosts with his magic items, his blade, and his parents' exorcism talismans. As the building was infested with said ghosts anyway, he would not get any penalties for tresspassing. Either way, as he walked towards the tenement doors, he took a short video of the structure in question, analyzing it for any easier entrances and exits, as well as to see if there were ghosts at all and it wasn't just a false alarm or even an attempt at fraud.
There were ghosts; now it was time to bust in. Training, money, and a chance to blow off some steam awaited...
Due to the events in the collab at the end of Aisede’s post, I expect to be holding my turn until I hear from @Lewascan2
Understood.
Chapter One, Desperation in Lingayen, Part Five
Lingayen Beach, Municipality of Lingayen, Lingayen Gulf
Callie's efforts met with success... at least initially. One after another, ammo went up in fireballs within segments of the ships of the Chinese fleet. It took a bit of adjusting and guesstimating early on, but her intuition generally held true. The beam of unbearable heat melted through steel like butter. Or, at least, it did.
Moments after the first explosion, Callie would find perhaps on a second glance that the ships she had targeted were no longer sinking or burning... nor in their original positions. In all but a flash, the Chinese fleet was being rapidly reorganized, huddled almost around one of the enemy aircraft carriers. Many ships were preemptively moved into several clusters of the enemy, no more than some 200 feet between each cluster. Suddenly, damaging the ships at all was a chore. It seemed that whenever a ship was targeted for destruction, it would suddenly undergo a rapid flickering effect, one that stopped any of them from having the beam burn through them again, the flicker seemingly making them whole again moments before they could go up in fireballs once more.
Meanwhile, the beam of flame did not let up for a single second, seemingly not the slightest bit concerned with being used against its intended purpose. It was wholly focused on crushing the empowered resistance before it, and the small portals within its center did little to nothing to lessen the impact of such a titanic attack.
So this is my counter; the Dragon of the Zodiac himself, Noel thought, thanking God that the Zodiac was a public team of Arms Masters just a few years ago. Well, it seems I lured him out. He answered Lotus Squadron's message through a still-functioning radio: "Lotus Squadron, search and destroy for a lone Noble Arms Master, male, walking alone carrying a fancy spear. Once you find him, unload everything you have - something with concussive force is preferable. Avoid the second sun he is projecting if possible; we don't know its full properties."
Sophist, meanwhile, yanked himself backward, flying away from the artificial sun, before saying to a small communicator, "This is similar, yet different, to an actual sun; a mix of occult power and actual astrophysics. However, the occult part means that its danger would lessen if we kill its wielder; actually, if we kill its wielder, I can use my gravity powers to wrench the second sun and throw it back at the Chinese Fleet, assuming it doesn't just fade into a wisp of hydrogen." He then mused, "Honestly, you guys should hope it does fade if its wielder dies..."
Noel snapped, "Sophist, make yourself useful and find any other Chinese A-Ranks running around; The Dragon has not come alone. The rest of you... Princess Fukuyo, your power is increased by nearby heat and fire; you're our frontline unit. Rin, support your liege. Regil, you're in reserve, but deploy your defensive 'Towers' at the very last moment. Lady Regina, you have full authority to organize Lucy and her fireteam, plus Nemo as Hannie is out of commission for now, into a reserve group for when the second A-Rank arrives."
Then to Callie, Nil, and Henri, Noel spoke, "Callie, I appreciate you redirecting part of the beam to the Chinese Fleet, but I request that take some time to look for one of our allies and volunteers; he's Belgian and has a Shield as his Noble Arm. Make contact with him and ask him if you can teleport him to a few dozen meters above the Second Sun, where he can then activate his 'Negation-oriented' Noble Arm and literally drop down on that monstrosity with, well, negation. Then he is to deactivate said negation so that we can save him. Is that okay? As for Nil, keep her safe; she's hard to talk to but I don't wish her ill."
All the while, the beam was still there, burning the barrier, which was now shuddering as though under apocalyptic strain as Ari, the one who was projecting it, was bending every bit of will to maintain the protective shell. Motes of light were already peeling off the barrier as one Lotus Squadron pilot sighted a figure just as Noel described walking towards the beach from the east...
@SkyHresvelg@The World@Chiro@Aisede@Renny@MagusDream@Lewascan2@Vergil@Sniblet@Silverstein@Conscripts@Gerlando@Senhara
Lingayen Beach, Municipality of Lingayen, Lingayen Gulf
Callie's efforts met with success... at least initially. One after another, ammo went up in fireballs within segments of the ships of the Chinese fleet. It took a bit of adjusting and guesstimating early on, but her intuition generally held true. The beam of unbearable heat melted through steel like butter. Or, at least, it did.
Moments after the first explosion, Callie would find perhaps on a second glance that the ships she had targeted were no longer sinking or burning... nor in their original positions. In all but a flash, the Chinese fleet was being rapidly reorganized, huddled almost around one of the enemy aircraft carriers. Many ships were preemptively moved into several clusters of the enemy, no more than some 200 feet between each cluster. Suddenly, damaging the ships at all was a chore. It seemed that whenever a ship was targeted for destruction, it would suddenly undergo a rapid flickering effect, one that stopped any of them from having the beam burn through them again, the flicker seemingly making them whole again moments before they could go up in fireballs once more.
Meanwhile, the beam of flame did not let up for a single second, seemingly not the slightest bit concerned with being used against its intended purpose. It was wholly focused on crushing the empowered resistance before it, and the small portals within its center did little to nothing to lessen the impact of such a titanic attack.
So this is my counter; the Dragon of the Zodiac himself, Noel thought, thanking God that the Zodiac was a public team of Arms Masters just a few years ago. Well, it seems I lured him out. He answered Lotus Squadron's message through a still-functioning radio: "Lotus Squadron, search and destroy for a lone Noble Arms Master, male, walking alone carrying a fancy spear. Once you find him, unload everything you have - something with concussive force is preferable. Avoid the second sun he is projecting if possible; we don't know its full properties."
Sophist, meanwhile, yanked himself backward, flying away from the artificial sun, before saying to a small communicator, "This is similar, yet different, to an actual sun; a mix of occult power and actual astrophysics. However, the occult part means that its danger would lessen if we kill its wielder; actually, if we kill its wielder, I can use my gravity powers to wrench the second sun and throw it back at the Chinese Fleet, assuming it doesn't just fade into a wisp of hydrogen." He then mused, "Honestly, you guys should hope it does fade if its wielder dies..."
Noel snapped, "Sophist, make yourself useful and find any other Chinese A-Ranks running around; The Dragon has not come alone. The rest of you... Princess Fukuyo, your power is increased by nearby heat and fire; you're our frontline unit. Rin, support your liege. Regil, you're in reserve, but deploy your defensive 'Towers' at the very last moment. Lady Regina, you have full authority to organize Lucy and her fireteam, plus Nemo as Hannie is out of commission for now, into a reserve group for when the second A-Rank arrives."
Then to Callie, Nil, and Henri, Noel spoke, "Callie, I appreciate you redirecting part of the beam to the Chinese Fleet, but I request that take some time to look for one of our allies and volunteers; he's Belgian and has a Shield as his Noble Arm. Make contact with him and ask him if you can teleport him to a few dozen meters above the Second Sun, where he can then activate his 'Negation-oriented' Noble Arm and literally drop down on that monstrosity with, well, negation. Then he is to deactivate said negation so that we can save him. Is that okay? As for Nil, keep her safe; she's hard to talk to but I don't wish her ill."
All the while, the beam was still there, burning the barrier, which was now shuddering as though under apocalyptic strain as Ari, the one who was projecting it, was bending every bit of will to maintain the protective shell. Motes of light were already peeling off the barrier as one Lotus Squadron pilot sighted a figure just as Noel described walking towards the beach from the east...
@SkyHresvelg@The World@Chiro@Aisede@Renny@MagusDream@Lewascan2@Vergil@Sniblet@Silverstein@Conscripts@Gerlando@Senhara
The next GM Post will be tomorrow on my end.
This RP is still continuing, but the collabs which are supposed to further the plot have gone slow.
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