Plank Sinatra

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

A legion crumbled before her jab.

Her faithful DRU was still behind her; turning coats had somehow ensured its survival amidst the automaton purge. Clearly prolonged exposure to Kimiko-chan was sufficient enough to inoculate it from the Up-Down-All-Around-Take-The-Demon-to-Pound-Tound Haymaker she had perfected by watching Daisuke-kun.

She had never seen him punch, mind.

But if he did...it would probably look like that. And he'd probably name it that.

She looked at the space where the golden fog had been the thickest - the place where the mask, and its twisted imitation of a vessel, had been exerting its influence.

Stared at it for a while, lips pursed slightly.

Her tummy rumbled.

Time to lick her wounds. And some salt from her fingertips.

She rode DRU back out of the truck, straddling the pizzabot with her legs wrapped around its head and her hands underneath her butt. She stretched one out to Daisuke-kun...and poked the head of his makeshift staff curiously. Her eyes had taken on their normal disinterested air. Her hair was kinky, ginger bangs half-obscuring them from view. Kimiko's cheeks puffed out, as if to sigh in exhaustion...then deflated, like a bullfrog's.

She didn't even spare a glance at the robot corpses around Daisuke-kun.

"I'm a pretty cool kid."

Only that could explain how she had stopped a whole invasion with one blow from these thermite hands.

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

waiting for the mask to get these hands

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"I always do, kid."

Lauren released Luke's head at last with a final ruffle of the martial artist's head before turning back to the group at large. Her confident grin was back.

"Alright, at-ten-shuuuuuun distillery employees! Please follow Jack to the elevator as planned and try to stay frosty. I'll be right after you in a second with Priscilla here, and we can all get outta here together. Cian, Luke, with me."

After bumming a few lightning pins off Jack, Lauren led the two Jumpercables (a spur-of-the-moment moniker which now looked much more like a sick euphemism) back to the generator room, where the machinery still looked as cold and lifeless as it had since they'd arrived. This time, however, the end of their mission at this horror show of a distillery was just about done. Lauren just had to take her own advice -

Stay frosty.

The streaming feature on her BaSTEEL Cinema-specs flared to life. Normally she could broadcast video to each pair of sunglasses in the network, but if Ben and Amy were up there fighting whatever was on the roof, they didn't need to see Luke being wired up like a suicide bomber. She decided to broadcast to them in audio-only (just to let them know she and Sangue were okay) while Sangue received the full audio-visual package.

"San-guuuuue. Hey, baby girl, it's Lauren. I'm down here in the generator room." The camera panned over to the empty dumbwaiter for a second. "See this? The other end should come out right at the room you're in right now with Ivor and the Popsicles. There should be a battery somewhere in that room, too. Be a babe and plop it down into the dumbwaiter for me so we can wire it up."

Lauren's feed turned towards the powerless generator and zoomed in on it momentarily, then unfocused.

"We're rigging up a temporary power source now, long enough to get the survivors outta here, but the battery will be a lot more effective and should run a while longer. And uh, Sangue...I don't like to be a hardass, but..."

The BaSTEELs panned over to Luke Schwarz, being wired up with lightning pins and staring uneasily at copper wire as he gripped it with both hands and stretched out his arms.

"...we could really use it soon. Love ya. Bai bai."

Lauren turned off the streaming option and looked towards the two other Huntsmen in the room.

"Keep an eye out for that battery between bullets, Cian. Don't shoot him more than you have to, he needs to be feeling okay enough to take you out on a date. Luke..."

The Jumpercable got the most charming grin she'd hustled at a Beacon student yet.

"Deus volt."

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@Crimmy

pretty white for lauren lewds

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shocking

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i want to play with luke's firm long

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cowlick!

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ben is husbando master race

pretty

charismatic

suffers like any good mc

i want to have a burger date with cap!

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well that explains luke

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

Also guys, sorry about this, but I've been accidentally using "HPV" instead of "HFV" this entire time by mistake.

You can replace any instance of "HPV" in the profiles with "HFV". Humanoid Fighting Vehicles, after all.

This is what I get for pulling two all-nighters in a row I guess.

@Crimmy

how can acronyms be real if our mechs aren't real

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Sorry, dude.

"Well," came the start of an explanation, from a girl who probably thought she was coming across as educational instead of psychotic, "we'll need something to attract electricity. I think Jack should be good for that, right, Jack? So we'll line some of those funny pins across your arms and have you hold the copper wire on the generators. Most of the electrical infrastructure looks pretty intact, so all we have to do is introduce a foreign charge to replace the one that fuel would normally start up. Cian here has some Dust rounds that would probably do the trick."

As much as all white people looked the same to her, the ghostly pallor that had fallen over Luke Schwarz's face was hard to mistake. Lauren tightened her arm around Luke's neck and tried to sound more reassuring.

"Don't worry about it, buddy! You have tons of Aura and a regeneration Semblance to keep you covered, so you're really the best man for the job outta all of us. Plus your girlfriend here's gonna be the one doing all the shooting. She won't go too hard on you, huh? Huh? It'll be fine. You just gotta hold out until the elevator gets going and Sangue gets the battery down here. If it looks like you're crapping out, I'll yank you outta the circuit and take over myself. Pinky swear."

One little finger coiled around a terrified stalk of hair.