I doubt that Shiro will survive this mission.
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<Snipped quote by Prince of Seraphs>
Airships.
I was gonna say Magic. Or Aura, since they're basically the same thing.
Oswald had spent the week watching his team leader slowly losing his mind in preparations for the mission. While he had to admit that it would likely be among his greatest challenges to date, he also took comfort in the fact that the mission was rated 'B', a small amount lower than team MODA's first group venture: the Datura they'd killed together. The fact that they'd had four days to prepare was also rather helpful. Especially with Marcus having gone beyond overboard in his ideas for what to set up for them.
After the announcements, Oswald decided to look around the auditorium for a short while. They weren't needed just yet, and the scene that Shiro was making was absolutely hilarious. At least, from the outside. The tiger jumped from one team mate to another, fortunately (for him) not doing the same to Sapphire, which probably saved his life in the process. Walking over to the remaining three as Shiro ran off, he gave the team an appraising nod. "Hell of a kitty you three got there. Remind me to get you all some catnip come Dustmas. You think this is bad? We had a puma kid back at home and....well, someone spiked his drink once. It ended with a broken leg and twenty hours of clean-up duty for everybody. Each."
Chuckling at the memory, he gave them all a nod and looked off at where Shiro ran off. "I'll leave you to take care of him. Let the wind guide you on your way and the sun blind your foes." Taking his leave, Oswald got outside just in time to hear the Unsubtle ask their Schnee contact and Diamond if they'd ordered a can of whup-ass. A laugh shook his body as he offered an armored hand to their contact. "I'll have to apologize for our leader. That tank of his is a bad influence on his personality."
After the announcements, Oswald decided to look around the auditorium for a short while. They weren't needed just yet, and the scene that Shiro was making was absolutely hilarious. At least, from the outside. The tiger jumped from one team mate to another, fortunately (for him) not doing the same to Sapphire, which probably saved his life in the process. Walking over to the remaining three as Shiro ran off, he gave the team an appraising nod. "Hell of a kitty you three got there. Remind me to get you all some catnip come Dustmas. You think this is bad? We had a puma kid back at home and....well, someone spiked his drink once. It ended with a broken leg and twenty hours of clean-up duty for everybody. Each."
Chuckling at the memory, he gave them all a nod and looked off at where Shiro ran off. "I'll leave you to take care of him. Let the wind guide you on your way and the sun blind your foes." Taking his leave, Oswald got outside just in time to hear the Unsubtle ask their Schnee contact and Diamond if they'd ordered a can of whup-ass. A laugh shook his body as he offered an armored hand to their contact. "I'll have to apologize for our leader. That tank of his is a bad influence on his personality."
Question: Has Oswald's arm healed by now? I'm good with either, just wondering how I should handle that now that some time has passed.
Given that Lug is the GM, does the 'GOD' bit refer to him in person?
Also just for clarification, I am unsure what I can throw at people on an A-rank. A heavily entrenched riesen-class? Old booby traps some hunters forgot to disarm? Ratotosk?
That does remind me that I need to set up a sewer cleaning mission at some point as punishment work.
Said it before and I will say it again. Team RPGD is fuuuuuucked. B-S ranked mission? Sorry, but you're getting the S. Also, my pretties, how shall we handle this? Collab or play-by-post?
Oswald Connolly- Team MODA dorm room
As Oswald walked to his bed, he nodded while dropping his brigandine on the ground, resulting in a loud thudding noise. Despite not being made of metal, it was by far the heaviest single piece of equipment he wore on a daily basis, weighing nearly twenty pounds. He never complained, however, the thick mesh of leather had saved him from potentially deadly wounds more times than he could count.
As Marcus's words finally registered in Oswald's mind, he let out a small chuckle. "Ya know, if you weren't so comically off-base, I might have been offended. No, they're actually stretch marks, believe it or not. Growing a good five or six inches and putting on fifty pounds in a year does terrible things to the human body. Anyway, missions, huh? I could use some fieldwork to test out this new modification I made. Medical clearance shouldn't be too tough to get. I'm not exactly in proper shape to go toe-to-toe with an Ursa Major using my shield arm, but I think we'll be alright."
Carefully placing the rest of his armor on the ground and getting a tank top and light pants for sleepwear, Oswald made his way to the door to take a shower. "I'm gonna clean up before lights out. Whatever you decide on, I'm good with boss. You got a good head on your shoulders, I trust ya." With that, Oswald left the dorm to take his shower, after which he planned on dropping into bed and doing absolutely nothing. The joys of sleep.
As Oswald walked to his bed, he nodded while dropping his brigandine on the ground, resulting in a loud thudding noise. Despite not being made of metal, it was by far the heaviest single piece of equipment he wore on a daily basis, weighing nearly twenty pounds. He never complained, however, the thick mesh of leather had saved him from potentially deadly wounds more times than he could count.
As Marcus's words finally registered in Oswald's mind, he let out a small chuckle. "Ya know, if you weren't so comically off-base, I might have been offended. No, they're actually stretch marks, believe it or not. Growing a good five or six inches and putting on fifty pounds in a year does terrible things to the human body. Anyway, missions, huh? I could use some fieldwork to test out this new modification I made. Medical clearance shouldn't be too tough to get. I'm not exactly in proper shape to go toe-to-toe with an Ursa Major using my shield arm, but I think we'll be alright."
Carefully placing the rest of his armor on the ground and getting a tank top and light pants for sleepwear, Oswald made his way to the door to take a shower. "I'm gonna clean up before lights out. Whatever you decide on, I'm good with boss. You got a good head on your shoulders, I trust ya." With that, Oswald left the dorm to take his shower, after which he planned on dropping into bed and doing absolutely nothing. The joys of sleep.
I'm ashamed of myself, I didn't realize that could have been taken in a dirty manner. T.T
Go file dat report man. I had the same choice about a week ago when I had a choice between study and a story I wanted to read. I chose the story. It was good, then today I finished it and realised that I had exams.
Side note @harinezumikouken, for one I think this is misspelled:
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Second did we decide who won that wager between Marcus and Shiro?
Clearly Oswald won, because he shoots a frickin' laser beam, and laser beams are perfectly accurate :D
New idea: Beacon fashion show! Oswald models swimsuits. Aurellius models suits (le duh). Marcus models...military fatigues?
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