I should be good for whatever time we choose for this evening.
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Willo went most of her life ignoring the downsides to her physique, mostly because she was smart enough to avoid dealing with them. More often than not the only drawback to being as quick as was, was the lack of 'oomph' she packed. However there were rare times, times like these, where the frailty of her body became suddenly and painfully evident.
Her whole form shivered as though the room had dropped twenty-degrees, which given how wildly it spun in her eyes, very well could have been the case. A hand searched around blindly until it found rest against the wall and she leaned on it, trying to shake the ringing from her ears. The moments felt stretched, and in the back of her mind a tiny voice screamed she was wasting the last few she'd have in the world. Eventually she listened just in time to hear Lazarus call her attention to the barrier.
"Ugh..." she groaned, turning to see the beast had lost no steam and was already preparing another attack. "Oh fuck me."
When the swipe came she evaporated once again, passing by harmlessly, though when she reformed it was with a heavy stumble that betrayed how effected she was. Still, Willo persisted, dashing to the barrier's face, then whirling around to meet the beast she assumed would still be following her. If the expected attack came, she'd Flitter out of the way once again, and hope the thing's momentum would carry it forward into the trap.
Her whole form shivered as though the room had dropped twenty-degrees, which given how wildly it spun in her eyes, very well could have been the case. A hand searched around blindly until it found rest against the wall and she leaned on it, trying to shake the ringing from her ears. The moments felt stretched, and in the back of her mind a tiny voice screamed she was wasting the last few she'd have in the world. Eventually she listened just in time to hear Lazarus call her attention to the barrier.
"Ugh..." she groaned, turning to see the beast had lost no steam and was already preparing another attack. "Oh fuck me."
When the swipe came she evaporated once again, passing by harmlessly, though when she reformed it was with a heavy stumble that betrayed how effected she was. Still, Willo persisted, dashing to the barrier's face, then whirling around to meet the beast she assumed would still be following her. If the expected attack came, she'd Flitter out of the way once again, and hope the thing's momentum would carry it forward into the trap.
@NanoFreakV2 OOoh, gotcha, my bad!
@NanoFreakV2 I'll be honest I might be a little lost as to how to get rid of the barrier at this point <D
@NanoFreakV2 I think we're still missing a response from Natsu before the next GM post goes out.
And so Willo did not dodge conventionally. As the beast closed the distance between them, her eyes faded in color, and rather than side-step or yield backward ground, she lunged forward in a black misty haze. She passed through and by it in vapors, reforming the split hairs of the moment the attack was avoided.
"This way~!"
Her foot pressed against its back, and she jumped again, torquing her body parallel to the ground and whipping the glaive up at it with as much force as she could muster. Without the aid of a super-heated blade however, she didn't expect much of an effect, and in the worst case the thing would stick to the beast, and be lost to her. But she didn't think about that, she had few options and if she spent the whole time debating them the damned beast would devour her.
"This way~!"
Her foot pressed against its back, and she jumped again, torquing her body parallel to the ground and whipping the glaive up at it with as much force as she could muster. Without the aid of a super-heated blade however, she didn't expect much of an effect, and in the worst case the thing would stick to the beast, and be lost to her. But she didn't think about that, she had few options and if she spent the whole time debating them the damned beast would devour her.
- Fast forward, time has passed, new hard-boiled dude replaced Sophia.
- Team succeeded in their mission, Percy relieved of duty, idk about Jan.
- Remaining team (I suppose that just leaves three at the moment) reporting in for simulation training.
- Joe bumblefucked his simulation and had to /eject.
Not sure but I don't think I'm missing anything huge.
- Team succeeded in their mission, Percy relieved of duty, idk about Jan.
- Remaining team (I suppose that just leaves three at the moment) reporting in for simulation training.
- Joe bumblefucked his simulation and had to /eject.
Not sure but I don't think I'm missing anything huge.
I'm down with either, but definitely don't think there's anything wrong with smaller group.
"Ew--aw gross what..."
Willo looked up and froze, eyes going wide at the sight of the infected beast above her. It wasn't the first she'd seen, nor was it by any stretch the most gruesome, but that didn't make its malformed body any less disturbing. For the moment it seemed to be as interested in her as she was it, and very carefully, she affirmed her grip on the crossbow.
"Alright big guy..." she whispered. "Let's play."
It moved first, lunging before Willo could take aim, and so she leapt back defensively. With a slight space created between them, she blindly fired the crossbow at it before discarding the unwieldy weapon in favor of the glaive she'd taken from the rack. Whether the bolt connected or not she hardly paid attention to, she didn't expect one hit to fell this monstrosity, but any advantage she could get, she'd take, because god knew she'd need it.
Willo looked up and froze, eyes going wide at the sight of the infected beast above her. It wasn't the first she'd seen, nor was it by any stretch the most gruesome, but that didn't make its malformed body any less disturbing. For the moment it seemed to be as interested in her as she was it, and very carefully, she affirmed her grip on the crossbow.
"Alright big guy..." she whispered. "Let's play."
It moved first, lunging before Willo could take aim, and so she leapt back defensively. With a slight space created between them, she blindly fired the crossbow at it before discarding the unwieldy weapon in favor of the glaive she'd taken from the rack. Whether the bolt connected or not she hardly paid attention to, she didn't expect one hit to fell this monstrosity, but any advantage she could get, she'd take, because god knew she'd need it.
Despite being in perfect health, Eli did not look well, nor had she since their last mission. Her posture, while straight, was low in the shoulders, and her head, the white hair stray and unkempt beneath her hood, was tilted down almost perpetually when she wasn't at attention. Her eyes showed most of the stress, though, glassy and sky-like only in the right light now, they seemed darker, more abyssal, and sunken.
As she stepped up to approach her designated pod, there was a tug at her sleeve and she saw Vera hold out a thermos to her. Against Eli's directions --though not her wishes-- the girl had come along, holding fast to her secretarial duties. Eli's worry didn't stem from her duties though, but her position as a whole. Vera had been allowed in under...their previous captain's command, and while perhaps the girl had thus far skirted beneath the radar, Eli wasn't keen on making her presence blatantly known to the higher ups unless it was necessary.
"Thanks, Vi," Eli said, softer tone slipping out despite the other company present, but only for a moment. She took a sip from the thermos, then handed it back and nodded towards the door. "Go on, I'll come get you after work."
Perhaps it was because of Eli's state, or perhaps Vera understood the potentially precarious position she was in. Perhaps it was just too early, and the little girl hadn't yet woken up enough to put up a debate. Whatever the case, Vera nodded obediently, then scurried out of the training room, back towards the dorms.
Eli tugged her scarf down and pulled back her hood, then stepped up and into her pod to enter their simulation. For whatever subtle differences there were between simulated piloting and actual piloting, the enabling of pain receptors made all of them irrelevant, at least to her. She'd always prefer the feel of her limbs as one with the weight of Blur's, but the certain freedom simulations allowed was welcome.
Before her eyes, Blur's various systems came online. Weapons, check. Mobility, check. Targeting, check. Reflex Sync was 95, her average, and the neural sync teetered between 99 and 100 for a few odd moments before clicking into check as well. Green across the board.
"Blur is clear." As the environment began to load in Blur pulled the hilt of the standard-issue beam sword. While the plasma blade housed in a sheath at her back was by far her favorite, she'd made a point not to draw it unless it was going to do work. She took note of Joe's absence, but was confident one less team member wouldn't jeopardize their simulation.
As she stepped up to approach her designated pod, there was a tug at her sleeve and she saw Vera hold out a thermos to her. Against Eli's directions --though not her wishes-- the girl had come along, holding fast to her secretarial duties. Eli's worry didn't stem from her duties though, but her position as a whole. Vera had been allowed in under...their previous captain's command, and while perhaps the girl had thus far skirted beneath the radar, Eli wasn't keen on making her presence blatantly known to the higher ups unless it was necessary.
"Thanks, Vi," Eli said, softer tone slipping out despite the other company present, but only for a moment. She took a sip from the thermos, then handed it back and nodded towards the door. "Go on, I'll come get you after work."
Perhaps it was because of Eli's state, or perhaps Vera understood the potentially precarious position she was in. Perhaps it was just too early, and the little girl hadn't yet woken up enough to put up a debate. Whatever the case, Vera nodded obediently, then scurried out of the training room, back towards the dorms.
Eli tugged her scarf down and pulled back her hood, then stepped up and into her pod to enter their simulation. For whatever subtle differences there were between simulated piloting and actual piloting, the enabling of pain receptors made all of them irrelevant, at least to her. She'd always prefer the feel of her limbs as one with the weight of Blur's, but the certain freedom simulations allowed was welcome.
Before her eyes, Blur's various systems came online. Weapons, check. Mobility, check. Targeting, check. Reflex Sync was 95, her average, and the neural sync teetered between 99 and 100 for a few odd moments before clicking into check as well. Green across the board.
"Blur is clear." As the environment began to load in Blur pulled the hilt of the standard-issue beam sword. While the plasma blade housed in a sheath at her back was by far her favorite, she'd made a point not to draw it unless it was going to do work. She took note of Joe's absence, but was confident one less team member wouldn't jeopardize their simulation.
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