@Blueflame The gear is fixed to what they need to play the game. A vest, rifle, ammo, and mask.
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Today I reached the conclusion that, if presented with an exact duplicate of herself, one of my characters would DEFINITELY hit that.
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Today I reached the conclusion that, if presented with an exact duplicate of herself, one of my characters would DEFINITELY hit that.
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They're not LONG chapters; but the fact I've managed to right 2 meh and 4 half decent ones in 4 days makes me very happy with myself.
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Wow, I just realized it's been a full year since the Avadon incident.
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Decided to half-ass nanowrimo by doing a RWBY OC fanfic I've been thniking about for ages. The fight scene I'm working on rn just feels.... right.
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According to the scale i just weighed in on I'm down to 313 from a starting point of 330 when i started going to the gym a little ovver a month ago
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The former officer took a few moments after disembarking to check his supply of ammo before following Ambrosine inside. Asche shifted his attention to Ambrosine and nodded, "Eyes on shortly, Stim." he offered flatly. Asche began to fade away as he walked backwards into the corner of the room, his body dissipating into smoke and drifting backwards into the seam where the walls met.
As Asche entered Shadowspace, he took a few moments to orient himself to the other world. The strange geometries took getting used to, especially when entering an unfamiliar region of this place. The shifting tapestry of dimensionless forms rolled and turned around the black haired man as he focused his mind to find the way forward. Slowly, he could see the path forming in his mind. Not so much walking as sliding, he moved forward towards a sharp bend in space relatively close to the point where he had entered.
Exiting into the real world once more, Asche found himself on the factory floor, at a corner near a roiling vat of molten metal. The contractor raised his rifle to his right shoulder, advancing forward through the foundry and reporting on his findings over comms.
As Asche entered Shadowspace, he took a few moments to orient himself to the other world. The strange geometries took getting used to, especially when entering an unfamiliar region of this place. The shifting tapestry of dimensionless forms rolled and turned around the black haired man as he focused his mind to find the way forward. Slowly, he could see the path forming in his mind. Not so much walking as sliding, he moved forward towards a sharp bend in space relatively close to the point where he had entered.
Exiting into the real world once more, Asche found himself on the factory floor, at a corner near a roiling vat of molten metal. The contractor raised his rifle to his right shoulder, advancing forward through the foundry and reporting on his findings over comms.
@Burger I assume we have radios or earpieces of some kind?
I'll post as soon as I manage to get a good nights sleep instead of falling asleep at 1 and waking up at 6:30
Shit, dude, hope you're alright.
@KatherinWinter I've been waiting for @lightningmaiden
I'd originally planned for Asche to be an emotionally distant big brother type, but I have the strangest feeling he's gonna turn out to be a tsundere......
"Like the boss said, this is a kill mission first and foremost. Incapacitating it would be an unnecessary risk, and take too long." Asche agreed, mulling over the available information before jerking his thumb upwards towards his chest before performing his best impression drill sergeant impression, "You can call me Smoker. Hard to explain what I can do, just call it teleportation. I'll play distraction, try to keep it busy and away from the rest of the team. I ain't good for much in this fight but I can at least keep the rest of you out of the line of fire."
Next, the dark-eyed man narrowed his gaze towards Dempsey, "Twitchy, three questions. First, what's your name, Second, how good of a shot are you, and third do you have any AP rounds?" he asked rapid-fire, focusing on Thomas and awaiting his reply before continuing, "That thing's head is probably armored for a reason. I'd wager that if we blow the top the beast goes down with it." the large man explained while scanning the other contractors in the room.
Asche pointed at Ambrosine, "You, name?" he demanded flatly, pausing just long enough for her to respond "If a headshot can't take it down, then plan B will be to disable it and cut it up piece by piece. Best way to do that is probably a big helping of the strongest sedative you can find. The problem would be getting close enough to dose the nasty. If push comes to shove, think you can handle it?"
Despite his commanding tone Asche wasn't thrilled suggesting anyone else get that close, nor was he sure that issuing orders to strangers was the best way to operate; but he had seen missions go bad because of poor organization one too many times."Care what happens to them, why should I?" He shook his head gently to clear his thoughts as he felt the shadows creeping in; careful not to let his concern show.
Finally, the former officer shifted his attention to Cassian, "Last but not least, who are you and what can you do? Don't see much in the way of specialized equipment, or any other giveaways of what your particular skill-set might be."
Next, the dark-eyed man narrowed his gaze towards Dempsey, "Twitchy, three questions. First, what's your name, Second, how good of a shot are you, and third do you have any AP rounds?" he asked rapid-fire, focusing on Thomas and awaiting his reply before continuing, "That thing's head is probably armored for a reason. I'd wager that if we blow the top the beast goes down with it." the large man explained while scanning the other contractors in the room.
Asche pointed at Ambrosine, "You, name?" he demanded flatly, pausing just long enough for her to respond "If a headshot can't take it down, then plan B will be to disable it and cut it up piece by piece. Best way to do that is probably a big helping of the strongest sedative you can find. The problem would be getting close enough to dose the nasty. If push comes to shove, think you can handle it?"
Despite his commanding tone Asche wasn't thrilled suggesting anyone else get that close, nor was he sure that issuing orders to strangers was the best way to operate; but he had seen missions go bad because of poor organization one too many times."Care what happens to them, why should I?" He shook his head gently to clear his thoughts as he felt the shadows creeping in; careful not to let his concern show.
Finally, the former officer shifted his attention to Cassian, "Last but not least, who are you and what can you do? Don't see much in the way of specialized equipment, or any other giveaways of what your particular skill-set might be."
"Think it'd die if we cut out a few of its vitals?" Asche inquired, not directing the question to anyone in particular. Things were shaping up to be one hell of a first outing for the ex-EDENPOL officer, and he still wasn't sure if he would be able to help deal with this creature properly. "Help without fighting. Other ways." This time he didn't silence his thoughts, they made a good point. The dark-haired contractor focused his gaze on Dempsey.
Asche's black eyes followed the hyperactive redhead as he flitted about the safe house, a stark contrast to his own stoic calm, "Hey, fireball, can you stand still for like ten seconds?" Though spoken firmly Asche's voice remained monotone, "Fear is good, keeps you sharp. But panic? Panic means haste, haste means mistakes. Mistakes get people killed. So stand still, and learn to keep a level head." For a few moments the taller man's voice adopted a much softer almost paternal tone. "Doc, with the syringe, you got anything for anxiety? Hydroxyzine maybe? it's a prescription anxiety medication. Used to know a girl who was on it, pretty high strung but mellowed out while she was on the stuff." his voice softened ever so slightly as he spoke.
Camelia... the contractor's mind seemed to drift away briefly to an old memory for a few moments, his left hand drifting to a shirt pocket and feeling the small locket within. Asche quickly snapped his focus back to the present, removing his hand from the locket, "Nevermind." with that, the stoic monotone had returned.
Asche's black eyes followed the hyperactive redhead as he flitted about the safe house, a stark contrast to his own stoic calm, "Hey, fireball, can you stand still for like ten seconds?" Though spoken firmly Asche's voice remained monotone, "Fear is good, keeps you sharp. But panic? Panic means haste, haste means mistakes. Mistakes get people killed. So stand still, and learn to keep a level head." For a few moments the taller man's voice adopted a much softer almost paternal tone. "Doc, with the syringe, you got anything for anxiety? Hydroxyzine maybe? it's a prescription anxiety medication. Used to know a girl who was on it, pretty high strung but mellowed out while she was on the stuff." his voice softened ever so slightly as he spoke.
Camelia... the contractor's mind seemed to drift away briefly to an old memory for a few moments, his left hand drifting to a shirt pocket and feeling the small locket within. Asche quickly snapped his focus back to the present, removing his hand from the locket, "Nevermind." with that, the stoic monotone had returned.
For those wondering: if you decided to be weird and got super close to Asche's arms to see what his brand of extra-dimensional corruption smells like; cigarettes and durian.
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