Psyker Landshark

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Kayliss Lambert

Ugh. Merchants. A small part of Kayliss couldn't help but admire how quickly the Nem got over her shock and started trying to make a deal with ruthless aggression. The much larger, more sane part of Kayliss's mind was just exasperated. The deal sounded good, certainly. That was, if she actually needed to brew mana-inhibiting poisons on a regular basis. She didn't run through enough of it to necessitate paying for herbs at the constant monthly rate the woman was suggesting.

There were, however, other poisons she had more use for constantly. Ones that were versatile enough for most situations. In that context...well, the deal wasn't too awful. It wasn't as if she had much use for money while her room and board were taken care of by the Lions. Once upon a time, perhaps. But a decade and a half of working for the nation in some capacity meant that the former urchin girl didn't quite have a much of a need for the coin she once pilfered constantly.

"I propose an alteration to the deal. I can be a recurring customer, but for supplies such as these in general. Extend the discount to more herbs of this nature, and I'll consent to making at least one order a month for six months." Kayliss told the merchant flatly, not bothering with the stare now that it seemed an opportunity for business overrode any fear Lirrah had. "Now, show me what you have on hand. Time is of the essence, and I'd prefer to get to...crafting as soon as possible."

@Octo

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

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A vivid nightmare had plagued Arton's sleep, causing him to toss and turn throughout the night. Despite this, he had woken up around dawn as he always did. After a short wash, Arton packed his things and donned his armor. His pack was a little on the heavy side but it did contain all of his possesions. It wasn't like there was a home he could return to. Arton made sure to check on Neve as the group departed the castle and prayed she could find some rest on the trip.

Arton managed to mount his chocobo with a bit of effort. It had been sometime since he had a chance to ride one. The wanderer flashed his signature smile towards the crowds and waved goodbye as they left the city. Having travelled a good distance, Arton's thoughts began to dwell on the comrades that accompanied him. He felt like he had a good read on those who remained, all except one: Ranbu. That was what had him staring as he rode behind her. She was without a doubt bloodthirsty, but there was more to it than that. He intended to find out.

He gave the regins of his chocobo a little flick and moved up besides her "Ranbu, I apologize if this is a ignorant question but why do you hate Valheim so much?" Arton felt that if he were to trust the Mystrel he had to know.

Izayoi hadn't been beset by cheering crowds since the emperor had raised her in his esteem, at the very beginning of the war. There simply hadn't been time after. Like many other things, time and weariness soured this experience for her. Would they be cheering as greatly if they'd known who she was? The woman responsible for many of the deaths of their sons, their husbands, their brothers?

Not that they would find out. Her straw hat obscured the top half of her face and her hair to the onlookers, and crimson robes didn't quite carry the same visual notoriety that her black war plate had. Still, she kept silent through the entirety of the procession out of the city and towards the Stormseas. The return to Osprey would be much quicker than her arrival to Edren, considering she would be crossing the fields of grass mounted rather than on foot this time. Izayoi consigned herself to simply listening to the rest of the party to pass the time until Arton decided to approach her.

"Ranbu?" Izayoi echoed, one eyebrow lifted. Of all the...of course. Foreign ignorance, to say nothing of the other matter. First things first. "My given name is Izayoi. Ranbu is a title, gifted to me in the old tongue of Osprey. I will not begrudge your lack of knowledge this one time, as you are an outlander."

She took a breath, trying to decide on how much to reveal of her grudge with Valheim. The logical part of her mind knew that full disclosure would be for the best, but she had little desire to show her pain to strangers.

"As for Valheim...you would be a fool to ask this within Osprey's borders. The Edrenians at least left once they had stolen what they desired." A pointed look in Galahad's direction. "Valheim subjugates us. Renders us second-class citizens within our own lands. The occupiers are neither merciful nor benevolent. You will see once we arrive."

A deep, shuddering breath. Just beginning to list off Valheim's offenses ignited more rage within herself than she'd thought. Enough to throw caution to the wind. They would find out eventually, regardless.

"Their soldiers slew my husband and my daughter. Razed my village. Massacred everyone who lived within. Is that reason enough for you?" Izayoi spat at Arton, her grip tightening on her chocobo's reins. "Vengeance for them is the only concern I have. So long as Valheim and the Blight are linked, you have my sword. But do not get in the way of my sole reason left to draw breath."

Arton could feel a flush in his cheeks at his embarrassing mistake. The whole time he had gotten her name wrong. Izayoi's expression gave him pause to consider retracting his question, but he stayed committed. The look on his face grew solemn as she explained her reasoning, but it did not prepare him for the rest of it.

The blue eyes of the Sollan darkened for the first time since meeting team Kirin. Was this who he could have become? A demon hell-bent on revenge? His heart ached for the loss Izayoi and her people had suffered. Their loves ones and their very freedom. Arton at the very least had the second part. Would she beleive him? That he knew a fraction of her pain? He quickly glanced around at the others. Perhaps it was only right to share his own experience.

"Thank you..for sharing. I doubt whatever condolences I could offer would mean much, but I wish..I wish I could have met them I suppose." His thumbs rubbed the learher straps for a moment "Bandits murdered my parents before my eyes, and kidnapped my closest friend. We had been traveling in a wagon much like the one we have. A few guards for protection...but it did not matter." Arton spoke so only her ears could hear, consicous of the Viera in their party "A kind stranger took me in. He taught me how to smith and fend for myself." He finished now looking ahead.

Some of the fire in Izayoi's eyes dimmed as Arton seemed to accept her reasoning, replaced with the same weariness that had accompanied her since that day atop the mountain. She'd been hoping he would just accept her words and move on, but then he started up with his own experiences.

In the interest of group cohesion, Izayoi resisted the urge to sigh. She hadn't intended on this becoming a sharing of trauma, despite the fact that his story was so close to her own youth. But it would be more than rude to rebuff him if he was so willing to reciprocate.

"The same happened to myself as a child. Though my master was not what I would describe as kind." She replied in an equally quiet tone to Arton's. "But I will be forever grateful to him for teaching him what I needed to survive." Izayoi finished before urging her chocobo a few paces ahead, clearly uninterested in speaking more on the subject.

"Your condolences are...appreciated." She said in a more normal volume so that the rest of the party wouldn't grow too curious. "I would hope that it does not become a habit from yourself or otherwise. It will grow tiresome quickly." Mother above, if the rest of them decided now was a good time to express sorrow or pity, she may as well gallop ahead.

Strange Gospel: A Heavily Persona-Inspired Urban Fantasy RP

Nakano Nagi

"For the last time, this ain't a cult. And no, we're not gonna make you summon a demon. Or do human sacrifices. Fuck's sake, where do you even come up with this shit?" Nagi grumbled before urging Yuzu on at a faster pace.

Nearly there. Just a block left until they reached the convenience store. Nagi led the way, Belial floating along beside her as she kept a wary eye out for more masked monstrosities. This street was clear, at least. For the moment. She glanced into the alley behind her, where Yuzu was following along.

"Alright, c'mon. Move up. We're almost to the konbini. Last spurt, Gotoh, don't crap out on me now-" Arms coming out of the walls. Grabbing Yuzu and dragging her in. Nagi hissed in alarm, sending Belial forward to try to rescue her. Too late. The moment her Echo even made contact, the arms finished sucking her assigned civilian into the wall. She'd...failed. They got Yuzu.

"God DAMN it!" Nagi screamed in fury, slamming her fist into the alley wall in frustration. One job, and she'd cocked it up at the last moment. Another to end up on the missing person list in a week. The yakuza princess withdrew her hand, panting slightly as her knuckles throbbed. Damn it, damn it, damn it. This was a fuckup of epic proportions on her part. First chance she'd had to actually save someone from Strange Gospel, and then this happened. But there was still Naoko and the other civilians to consider. She'd wallow in this later. Tearing her gaze away from the wall Yuzu disappeared into, Nagi continued on, her teeth grinding into each other as she ran.

She crossed the corner at the same time Naoko did from the other side, their Echoes staring each other down. Nagi blinked. She'd finally did it. Well, good on her.

"Oh, shit. Echo awakened, huh? Congrats, Shiratori. Told ya you'd get it down sooner or later. Whaddya call her?" She said with genuine good feeling. After what happened last time she tried, Naoko could use the morale boost. Really, it hadn't been Shiratori's own fault last time anyway. She'd been interrupted. Nagi had told her as much, but it didn't seem like it had stuck.

And then came the hard part. "You come across the other civilians yet? I, uh...fucked up. Bad. They got mine. Arms came out the walls and nabbed her." Nagi looked away in shame before something occurred to her. "Wait, didn't you have one with you too?"

@VitaVitaAR

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

Izayoi scoffed at the single voice of resistance to her proposal, noting with displeasure that it was the red ponce again. What exactly was this man's issue? At this point, he had to have some sort of idiotic agenda. Still, it seemed that the party was mostly composed of level heads. The viera male assented, and the uniformed Skaelian she'd just recruited did as well, though not without a wrinkle of her own. Elective...leadership? For someone who'd been following orders of some sort or another since the age of eight, the concept was foreign to her. To say nothing of the fact that this Laruelle woman clearly didn't understand Izayoi if she believed that the dragoon's orders would chafe against her.

Still, so long as it put a competent voice in charge of final decisions and left leadership out of her own hands, Izayoi was hardly going to protest against mostly getting what she wanted.

"Do as you will, then. I have no complaints about your...informal arrangement. Give the dragoon final assent and veto. The man is old enough to have fought in the war, and bears commander's markings as well. Obviously, he was more than competent enough five years ago. His order proved to be more than effective back then. Though if this is how it will be, the remainder of this group ought to say their piece regarding leadership before we turn in for the night." She glanced around for a moment, pausing. "Where is that mage?" She sighed, before a poof of smoke from beyond the door provided the answer.

Izayoi strode out into the hallway, staring down what was unbeknowst to her, a toad until a few seconds ago. She lifted an eyebrow in Aelphis's direction, looking moderately irritated.

"The remainder of the group is discussing matters of leadership, if you were listening in. As you are a member, you have the right to say your piece and get this over with already. If you would kindly go in and say something already, I'd like to manage to get even a few hours of sleep tonight before we take to the road." She said flatly, her demeanour suggesting that she was about to bodily drag the boy into the hall if he didn't get a move on.

@Cu Chulainn

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Kayliss Lambert

"Understood." Kayliss saluted in acknowledgement of her orders given, her mind already going over the best methods to deal with spellcasters. Unknown territory and speed being of the essence narrowed her options considerably. Unfortunate that she wouldn't have as much preparation time as she would have liked, but that was the nature of military operations. Not exactly an unfamiliar situation for herself at this point.

As much as Kayliss would have preferred to go for the kill straight away with her tactics, the lethal poisons she used were more effective when ingested rather than when coated on a weapon. That left paralytics and mana inhibitors. Of the two, the latter would be more useful in this situation. It was more likely that a caster had a countermeasure to paralysis than temporarily slowing the flow of their mana. A quick mental review of her stores told Kayliss that she did have a vial of it, but only the one. More would be preferable so that she wasn't relying on a single weapon to deliver the toxin. Fortunate that the camp merchant was so readily available, then. And offering a discount.

While Cadmon suggested an altered plan to Velvetica, Kayliss quickly located some spare parchment on her employer's desk and took it. She reached for the ink and quill and quickly scribbled out a list of the necessary herbs to brew more of the mana inhibitor, blowing on the ink to dry it faster. With that done, she stalked over towards the Nem, silent as can be, and practically shoved her impromptu shopping list into the diminutive woman's face from the side.

"I'll be needing these for the operation. Given that I'm under direct orders from the Lady, I trust that the discount you just mentioned applies, yes?" Kayliss murmured tonelessly down to Lirrah, her blank stare potentially intimidating to some. The herbs weren't rare, but not common either. Given that, they would cost a decent sum. Considering Velvetica did pay her, Kayliss could certainly afford it. But not taking advantage of a lowered price when it was available would be idiotic.

@Octo

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

Frankly, Izayoi was impressed, despite herself. Even considering how much slower she was compared to her prime, it was still quite the feat to actually come this close to ending her life. Of course, no amount of respect for this redheaded Skaelian's abilities would overrule the absolute fury she felt at herself for growing weak enough to allow such a blade to reach her. That fury influenced her next decision by a significant amount.

Out of spite, Izayoi only tightened her grip on her sword and drove it ever so slightly into the side of the man's neck to pierce skin, sneering at the new woman as her victim whimpered.

"Go on." She said quietly, her gaze unwavering. "Fire. My blade will still find its mark. Will you let your countryman die for this?" With so little left to live for besides vengeance, she felt no compunction about wagering her own life in this standoff. The rest of her party's actions were immaterial to Izayoi, even as she took note of them from the corner of her eye. In this moment, all that mattered were the next few seconds.

But the tension was cut with the Edrenian king finally moving to stop the brewing feud. Hmph. What an unsatisfying finish. Izayoi waited patiently for the first offender to back down before she looked back to Eliane.

"Your countryman threatened our compatriot's life first. I merely thought it appropriate to respond in kind." Was the only explanation Izayoi gave as she slowly lowered her sword from the man's neck, watching dispassionately as he ran off to rejoin his party. Judging by the sudden smell in the air, he may have even soiled himself. With everything settled, she deliberately turned her back on the Skaelian gunbreaker, meeting the gaze of the king's knights in challenge for a moment. For obvious reasons, it seemed several had their attention on her specifically. Once upon a time, she would have decided to rattle them a bit. But now, the prospect held little interest to her. So with a dismissive huff, Izayoi sheathed her sword, glancing back at Eliane briefly.

"Skaelian. Reaching my throat with a blade proves you are not without worth. Consider joining us, rather than those bleating fools." Her piece said, Izayoi started trudging back over towards her party.

"You are unharmed?" The samurai asked Neve as she approached, briefly looking over where the Unicorn idiot had pointed a blade at her. No apparent injuries. "Good. Try to get some rest." She advised, turning to return to their chambers herself. "The journey ahead will be long, and the roads are not without peril these days. It would be best to save your strength."

She started to walk off, but a particular thought ran through her mind. Ugh. Of course. They should have established this earlier.

"One last thing." Izayoi turned around to face the group. "We must establish a clear chain of command. One among us ought to lead." She took in a breath, closing her eyes. "It will not be me." If her regrets on her chosen path coalseced in a singular moment, it was the doomed last stand she'd dragged good, loyal men into to satisfy her own shattered pride. Never again. Her eyes opened, gazing at one person in particular.

"I nominate the dragoon. You have command experience, do you not, Lord?"

@Ambra @Click This @vietmyke

Fire Emblem: Crestfallen

Theodoric Branden Marlon

At last. Irinduil. Between his father and Gwendolyn's tales of the place, Doric had been waiting for years to finally set foot within its walls. This was where the path to his future was decided. With all the expectations placed upon him already, Theodoric knew that nothing short of excelling would be tolerated by those who would judge him and his worthiness as Marlon's heir in the future.

The ride from Mordlind had been fine. He'd not seen Parthenia in some months, and it was always good to catch up. Though they'd been told there would have been three within the carriage, and yet the third had never showed up. The caravan had waited for some time before eventually giving up and moving on, so as to not let the remaining passengers be late. Given that it seemed both houses had an equal number of students, perhaps there had just been alternative arrangements made?

Speaking of catching up, it had been good to see Sherry and Roland again as well. There hadn't been an opportunity to actually speak yet until now, but it seemed other people were monopolizing the conversation. Sherry being named house leader was...not unexpected. In a way, Doric was thankful for it. There was enough for him to deal with already without the added pressure of being the face of the house. The caveat was that, well, Sherry was herself. Capable enough in a formal setting, but casually? They were friends, but from an objective standpoint, Sherry's temper and rashness were a recipe for disaster when it came to leadership. He'd not seen her in half a year, but Doric doubted much had changed.

Thus, when an absolutely massive man that was somehow a student decided to begin to rib Sherry, with others following shortly after, Doric simply chuckled under his breath. Hopefully, something would even her temper out eventually.

"A brave man, to provoke the ire of Galbia's hellion. No offense, Roland." Doric clapped briefly, genuine in his compliment of Andrion. "Just watch out, though. She'll be furious at you for about a week before something else sets her off, and then her grudge with you will be all but forgotten. Personal experience." He stretched a hand out for the absolute unit to shake, still chuckling.

"Theodoric, of House Marlon. But please, call me Doric. The same goes to the rest of you whom I'm unfamiliar with, of course."

@ERode @Ithradine

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

As Fionn and Nicomede returned, Renar briefly noted that they only had one additional knight in tow. Between the three of them, they'd roped in double their original number as reinforcements. That was fine. He hadn't been expecting too many to be available on a moment's notice at this hour of the night.

"A half dozen will be enough. The Knight-Captain deployed with about the same number." Renar nodded to Fionn's inquiry before moving to a chestnut rouncey. He didn't recognize this particular one, but that was a moot point. At this hour of the night, it didn't particularly matter which steed he took. It would be returned before dawn without its owner ever knowing.

"Saddle up. Speed is of the essence here. We make through the city, toward the Cazt tombs. Slow for nothing. It may make the difference between arriving as timely reinforcements or arriving to put down the freshly raised." He made sure his poleaxe was strapped snugly to his back before cracking the reins on his borrowed steed.

Once everyone was mounted atop their horses, Renar led the charge, steadily speeding his steed up to a full gallop as they started making their way through the city streets. The distance to the crypts was short enough that they didn't need to ration the horses' stamina, and even if it had been necessary, they were still on a short timeframe regardless.

@The Otter @Krayzikk

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Salvator Rasch

The ride over hadn't been bad. He'd never ridden in a Unztadtlige​ warform before, but it still beat a good portion of the rustbuckets he'd had to commandeer over the years. Hell, the fact that they even had a ride was more than was expected sometimes. Still, the squad couldn't stay in the tank forever. They had a job to do, and if a warform could've gotten it done, then the Intransigence might as well have sent conventional infantry.

As Rasch disembarked, he paid polite attention to the ZRF trooper, even as he briefly swept the area. If the locals were content to think they were mercs, Salvator wasn't going to contest that. Less trouble maintaining a cover that way, even if the prospect of being assumed to only be in it for the money offended him. Judging by the quality of the locals' gear, though, these were some poor bastards. Up-armored mining and hazmat gear. The bad old days.

The voidhanger simply nodded at the tarrhaidim that continued speaking, even as the squad approached the rendezvous.

"Don't concern yourself too much about us or our contact. We get fragged, not your problem." The veteran rasped in response. By all rights, they wouldn't be staying with this squad long. That said, Rasch turned to glance at the rest of the team he was saddled with.

"Taking point." Was all he said, keeping professional. Carbine raised, Rasch stalked forward, keeping to cover as he followed the footprints leading to one of the buildings.

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Salvator Rasch

"Far as I'm concerned, the mission never ends."

Name: Salvator Rasch

Age: 77

Species: Voidhanger

Appearance:
Stands at 6’2”. Lean, athletic build. Blue skin and luminescent green eyes mark him as a voidhanger rather than just another human. Head is shaved bald, but wears his facial hair in a full beard. For a voidhanger reaching his species’ middle age, Salvator is surprisingly free of mutation, thanks to the gene mods he’d received from the Liberation Front military decades ago. His equipment bears old OSLF patches: remnants of a military and units long since destroyed.

Background:
For the man born as Salvator Rasch, the Long War against all who sought to consume the OSLF defined his life from his youth. Born into a voidhanger flotilla settled within Liberation Front space in 4160, Salvator spent the first two decades of his life more than aware of the sword looming over the collective heads of everyone and everything he'd ever known. Thus, he left his flotilla to enlist in his local branch of the OSLF military the moment he became of age, descending from the fleet to the Black City below as he sought to defend his home the only way he knew how. It was during his first deployment on the Front's borders that Corporal Rasch's superiors found he had a budding aptitude for asymmetrical warfare, and encouraged him to try out for special forces. He passed with flying colors, and finished his training just as the Helios Subjugation was beginning in 4180.

Over the next decade, Rasch and his fellow operators were deployed across OSLF space, putting out bush fires and proxy incidents as best they could. But it was never enough. As the years passed and Rasch flew up the ranks until he was given command of his own team, the amount of information he was authorized to access grew, and the picture became clearer. But it wasn't until his Black City was caught in the crossfire between NATO and the Conglomerate that Major Rasch understood. But understanding didn't help as Rasch and his team found themselves fighting a desperate boarding action against the NATO flagship of the invasion to try to cut the head off the snake and stop at least half of the shooting. They succeeded, and the ship went up in flames, but at the cost of the entire squadron, minus Salvator himself.

When he emerged from the wreckage of his escape pod, Salvator was greeted with the sight of Conglomerate ships descending upon his home city, his people capitulating soon after. In disgust that everything he'd fought for amounted to nothing, Salvator fled the city and into the reaches of space. Across nearly three decades of the Veiled War, he fought as a mercenary and assassin, not caring for what banner he served as long as he hurt another. The only mission he had left in his life was to avenge the Liberation Front, by any means necessary. It was near the end of this shadow conflict that Salvator found himself headhunted and recruited by Intransigence elements. Former OSLF personnel that hadn’t been happy with the new order sought him out, and he eagerly joined up with them just in time for the Reckoning of Empires to begin.

Over the next four years, he fell back into his old role, serving with black ops elements to defend Intransigence space and strike against its enemies. The demands of the war ensured that the roster of those he worked with was ever changing and shifting due to casualties and logistics, but he remained. Salvator Rasch would fight this Long War so long as both he and his enemies drew breath, no matter the cost.

Character Evaluation: A bitter veteran of the Long War, Salvator has known little but soldiering for most of his life. He is caustic and cynical, but views himself as one of the only ones left carrying on the OSLF’s ideals and legacy. In a group, Salvator will bite his tongue and keep his opinions to himself should he feel they go against the grain, but something always slips out eventually.

As a remnant of the OSLF that bought heavily into the party line, Salvator despises galactic imperialism, believing strongly in the right to planet or system-wide self determination. Large political unions invite skepticism from him, with even the Intransigence not being completely safe from his distrust. His worst-case but still alarmingly-plausible scenario is that the Intransigence becomes no better than the systems it fights against, its leaders abusing their power and authority for their own benefit. From there, he'd be back at square one.

Skills:

• Veteran soldier
• Infiltration
• Demolitions
• Close-quarters combat, both unarmed and with knives
• Small unit tactics
• Anti-ethereal combat

Etherealism:
Trained since youth to master his people’s innate predilection towards the ether, Salvator manifests his ethereal abilities through specializing in support and augmentation. He favors physical enhancements, stealth fields, and jacketing ammunition in sheathes of ethereal power. Salvator is skilled enough with support etherealism that he is capable of enhancing those around him as well, though at equivalent cost to his qillatu resistance. Outside of his specialty, the demands of his role also led him to grasp both blink jumps and void-signature jamming, both of which aided greatly in black operations.

Loadout:

• Semi-powered armor: Modified armor built to Intransigence specifications, following the same design principles as the majority of its military. Provides a measure of physical enhancement and is built to amplify Rasch’s ethereal augmentations.
• OM-27 Carbine SOPMOD: Heavily modifiable ballistic carbine. Possesses a number of possible accessories in the kit for customization, but Rasch tends to prefer sound suppression and light weight above all.
• Biomechanical Shotgun: A sawed-off vrexul-model shotgun ripped from the debris of a wrecked drone. Fires slugs.
• Marshall Industries Magnum: Semi-automatic heavy ballistic pistol fitted with a built-in suppressor to minimize its profile.
• Ammo: Salvator primarily makes use of armor-piercing explosive rounds for both of his guns, but carries backup magazines of EMP and anti-ethereal rounds for situations that AP-EX and ethereal jacketing can’t handle. Also carries a variety of grenades.
• Monofilament knives: Carries multiple combat-grade blades on his person, with most balanced for throwing. Keeps a larger one sheathed at his side for CQC purposes and wielded alongside his pistol.
• Adaptive camouflage cloak: Cloak and hood woven with refractive chemical substances that blend their coloration with the surrounding environment when a targeted electrical charge is run through to activate them. Aids with concealment for covert ops.
• Cliasadh Solidified Light Manipulation Device: Gealtirocht tribesfolk mastered hardening light completley independent of other species and among the Intransigence, such devices often find themselves in civilian roles such as engineering or geological surveys. Yet more than a few carried these into battle and while not necessarily standardized, competence is often prized far more than showmanship and the so called "burning cradles" are a common sight on both militia skirmishers and frontline units alike. While typically used for generating tools for everyday use, they are quite frequently used to turn those tools into weapons.
  
  Manipulating energy into luminiescent quasi-matter, these earned their name due to the ability to transform a simple wrist blade into a high heat arm-sword capable of slicing into the armor of scielto infantry-mecha, overloading their shields and melting their complex internal workings alike. The manifested weapons (up to 25 feet in length) can be set to an overdrive mode where they are essentially lit on fire which greatly improves their cutting capability but will cause the weapon to enter an emergency shutdown mode after prolonged usage. Even without this it can be used to form wrist shields, cutting tools, grasping prongs, and various other mundane tools yet all of these can be strengthened with increased power output, with some versions capable of absorbing ethereal power or connecting to external power sources. The tool itself is easy to modify and can rapidly turn into a runaway project eating time, resources, and quite a few batteries, power modulators, uploaded data modules and so on.