RumikoOhara

Animorphs: The Reckoning

Better than fixing her as a Doe

Animorphs: The Reckoning

@DustyJust thinking how much it would suck to be stuck as a deer

Animorphs: The Reckoning

Holly has been absent for four days so I suppose we could say her character is absent for odd reasons

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@SupernovaBlitz@ayzrules

We could always move ahead on our own if people still want this to keep going

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I was just rolling with it till it went OP, easy for any of use to go there

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@Azure Flame@Zaphander@Azure Sea

Naomi looked up from her work and smiled

I learned it at Sacred Heart All Girls Academy and a few years of practice; it also helps to have good tools.

I used a twin thread overcast stitch at a 7mm spacing to add strength to the edge and prevent bunching, I need a good warm overcoat and this is one I've done maybe 40-50 times said the tall blonde in a cheerful and elegant tone of voice

On the edge of her dress was her sewing tin still open displaying finely crafted needles, seam ripper, and measuring tape

As she sewed Naomi had no trouble letting the women around her look at her seam and the new way of sewing.

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Kung Fu Seamstress

I wish I could remember the name of a movie I saw where an old lady helped trap some hero type so he could be civilized by doing some wild Kung Fung flying needles and stitching him to a mattress

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Naomi couldn't resist but wander the village her eyes glowing with intense curiosity, she glanced at the activities of the males from a distance so not to encourage contact with her eyes where they might express their testosterone-driven interest. It was among the women engaged in what appeared local feminine industry that she moved closer her curiosity openly displayed.

She had seen women engaged in such a level crafting when touring reenactment homes, museums and her Mom's Yoga crowd bashes.

Naomi could sew because of her love of Cosplay, her work considered well executed so it was there among the seamstress she found herself realizing with an odd degree of curiosity that she was seeing minor flaws such as stitch spacing wasn’t balanced and slightly jagged.

So rather than use the monies offered by Donny she traded one of the older women one of her toe rings as strangely as a wedding ring because its ornamentation was a cast silver rose.

She asked for sequiturs as she examined the large bolt of dark almost black cloth that showed already that it would slowly turn a dark brown with age. Then with practiced movements of her hands, Naomi had separated those parts she needed for her creation. It was a basic magical girl Abby school type with Senpai adjustments for her tall form and a style she’d made often enough to do them in her sleep.

The Village women gasped when from her dress pleats she drew out a metal box that claimed to once contain Curiously Strong Mints and saw it contained her sewing tools. Stainless steel needles of various type her choice the heavy drape needle so she could drag a double thread.

Then came the sewing which Naomi turned into an odd almost martial arts demonstration as her nimble fingers spun out work twice as fast as the best among the local women and her stitches were perfectly balanced flowing smoothly with the fabric's edge.

As she worked Naomi looked around to see if she could catch Lucas @Azure Flame hanging around.

A team of Noobs

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Velma

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Velma Flew along in her Private Jet which had been a gift from one of the Sheiks of the Gulf area when she and the relief team had come in after the coasts in that area had suffer a Tsunami. He had said it was the least he could do for the woman who had single handedly kept his people fed and no matter how she protested he won in the end and she was stuck with the expensive toy and she felt guilty everytime she used it.

As she recalled once more her invitation she wondered why she’d accepted.

Hello. If you are hearing this message, then congrats! You have been chosen! For what, I’m glad you asked! You see, while those who wish to become a “hero” are required by law to spend at least one year in this school, you have been chosen to join a team to be trained by one of the greatest teams of heroes!

This training will be to get you ready to face some of the greatest threats to the world. While the other students are being trained to deal with low level threats such as bank robberies and terrorist, you will be trained to handle global threats.

So, if you are interested in this training, then show up at room AR71665 on orientation day. You will receive further information there.

Good luck, and welcome to the team!

It was the Global threat that had won her interest; she and her family had long ago even before they had gained the meta-marker in their genetic pool served the Crown as defenders of the realm then as the world became the global community it was today protectors of mankind.
This stage of her family was represented by she and it had all begun in the dark days of WW1 when her great-great grandfather Lord Victor Marberry aka. Skymaster (died in the Battle of Britain 1939) had revealed his power at the Battle of the Marne and thrown back the forces of Harry the Hun. Next was her great uncle Lord Samson Marberry aka. Photon (N/A) who fought the Ubermensch to a drawn and prevented the destruction of the Landing forces at Normandy. Then grandfather Lord Alfred Marberry aka. Dream Master (still living retired due to injuries) and after him her mother Dame Cynthia Marberry aka Nera (died in the line of duty); Velma’s was a long and historied family and those born into power marked to burn out quickly.

Like Nick Romano said in; Knock on any Door, her unofficial family motto was “Live fast, die young and have a good-looking corpse!”

So it was when offered a chance to expand on the possibilities of danger in her life Velma accepted much to the lament of the UN’s disaster relief organization who had drug their feet to long even thinking she was caterer and florist to their charity functions that were more about perception than action Gaia responded.

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Arrival

The elegant Raffel Do R-20 private jet looked out of place landing as it did at a municipal airport mostly used by the single engine props of pleasure fliers but she was more than suited designed as she was to land even on grass strips and rough packed earth.

With a whisper she slid into a parking spot not even removing her engines from idle as three Black SUVs cruise to a stop near the lowering steps and cargo hatches. The exchange from air to ground went smoothly showing that the service she’d hired was worth their exorbitant cost and the transition from obvious to concealed also well done showing that the men and women involved had extensive military training.

Gone was all the pretense of her SUV Motorcade driving off to an exclusive hotel in the mountains known for their Hotsprings in an effort to shake any of SINN’s journalists or their lower ranked cousins and independants. Velma was riding in a Minivan with tinted rear her two escorts and guides to her eventual destination looking like Suburban Soccer Moms out and about for the day. Velma spent the trip marveling at the interior of the Minivan realising that she couldn’t tell how they’d up-armored it but the sounds the little machine made told her it was a bit overweight for its type.

Finally after 47 minutes of navigating from the opposite side of the city the little Minivan arrived at the School the doors to the vehicle opened and out she stepped ready to see if she could measure up to becoming a protector of the realm.

She was casually dressed in cleaned and pressed khakis as if she were on safari all that was missing was a pith helmet and large rifle. Rather than wear dainty heels or other elegant footwear she was wearing Italian made bush boots that came to just below her knees the laces perfectly even and the bows that held them symmetrical. Her gold hair was held in a high-mounted ponytail her face as usual photogenic even with the light touch of makeup she used her complexion seeming to hold a hidden glow which is the side effect of her ability especially in sunlight.

On her Back was a beaten leather backpack adorned by signatures and several medals awarded by various world powers for the ultimate act of herosim; following her like two loyal dogs were two pieces of robotic luggage as she headed towards the building entrance.

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Naomi had already headed off at a skipping pace as if she held no cares in this world a simple young woman unprotected on a lark.

She stopped and smelled the flowers even tucking three small yellow lilies behind her left ear, the quarterstaff she used like a stage prop as she sang love songs to it or danced to some music only she heard in her head she made sure to delay her forward progress by allowing the others with the wagon to see her a few seconds before she headed back up the road ahead of them.

This was going to be a long trip for those that wanted instant resolution and they were more than just physically lost on this world, they had no idea of its history, its common laws, just how involved the local deities got, how this society viewed the rights of women, and so much more like how money worked here not to mention magic.

To Naomi this meant when they arrived at the first city with a University no matter how small she would avail herself of their knowledge so that she didn't stumble around blindly.