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I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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6 yrs ago
Migraines ew
7 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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7 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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7 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio
Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
"Huh? Me?" Honestly, she shouldn't be surprised. Ugh, if there was work to be done then she was going to no doubt be sent to do it if it was important. Should she be happy she was trusted to such an extent? Mngh, alas, that was the final absolute nail in the coffin to her leisure time.
"Well if the Master Diviner says so and if Wynn is counting on me, I guess I better put in some effort, huh?" A small, genuine sheepish but well meaning smile crossed her features as she spoke. She couldn't say she hated this kind of thing, even if she would much rather be doing something else. She'd listen quietly as Wynn continued to explain, following her through the portal. Resource gathering from Pruned worlds? So Branches of the Tree that met a dead end or were deemed irrelevant or incorrect so the tree could keep growing by recycling their energy.
Interesting. She wondered what a pruned world looked like. Or if they might have some interesting games that couldn't be played anywhere else...
"My turn? Qingque. Part of the Xianzhou Loufu's Divination commission." She'd offer a friendly smile to the others. "No-one special. Just a Librarian and Glorified door guardian. I mostly deal with paper work and other errands. The Master Diviner over there is my boss. Dont rely on me too much unless you guys want to play a round of Celestial Jade - wait do you guys even know how to play that..." A quick glance at Fu Xuan silenced any thoughts of currently teaching them to play. "We can do that later."
"We could try activating it. I'm no expert but if Miss Annette can assist we could likely get it powered on. Hm...if miss Bianca was here..." Otelius shook his head. "Its up to you two. Alternatively, that wall over there...we should be as neat as plausible but I could theoretically knock it down. If my estimations are correct then the other side should put us relatively close to the large door at the entrance...alternatively just breaking the door would work too, though if this place has any kind of security measures."
Just as Otelius would turn his attention from the corroded wall and towards the door in question though, Annette and Cellica if they were looking would notice something pass by it on the other side. It was difficult to make out what - except that it wasn't large enough to be a construction bot of some kind. It moved too fast and was far too small for such a thing to occur.
A small bit of liquid mana leaked out of one of the cracks of the tank and immediately returned to the air. It was likely this was where it was coming from, but the leak seemed to be somewhere else deeper in the facility.
Upon attempting to run the automated tool, there was a few seconds of silence, followed by that same grinding noise that was heard near the door earlier. It was quiet at first, as though metal was scraping against metal or something was trying to move but unable too. Khalisa would pull herself out of the machine she was inspecting, ears twitching, a brows furrowed as she listened.
"...uh, guys?"
As she spoke, Amalie's glasses would display a small update.
Automated repair initiated
Obstruction detected in the superstructure. Attempting removal.
...
...
Warning: instability detected
Complete: Obstruction is cleared. Have. A nice. Day.
The cacophonous grinding noise grew louder as the sound of grinding metal filled the room until there was a loud, sudden, sharp BANG, and the door suddenly slid upwards.
"Guys we should move!" Khalisa grabbed her gear bag, forgoing any further investigating of the room as the ceiling started to creak, dust and rocks falling from a handful of cracks in the ceiling, the walls shifting and starting to give way.
History was…interesting enough. She couldn’t say she hated it, but she certainly didn’t enjoy it. She already read and knew enough about the rebellion to say she wasn’t particularly interested in it. Same old same old. Christianity coming in and taking out the actual interesting religions. She only really passively listened or cared about what teach was saying.
The only thing that really caught her interest was on the student assigned next to her. A foreigner, from the looks of things. A new student just the same as her, if she remembered right. Rukana mulled it over only briefly as the class was coming to a close before speaking to her.
“Got a problem, new girl?”
The girl was minding her own business and sitting in her seat with elegance. She has grey ponytailed haired and milkish skin. Was wearing the school uniform in a simpler way along with a jacket and black high stockings. She paused from her own doing and then glanced back to Rakuna.
“Oh… Hello there,
What do you mean by, “got a problem?”” She politely replied to Rakuna with a gentle voice as she kept a glance on her.
"...that history lesson leave you braindead?" Rukana frowned under her face mask. "Some advice, new girl. People here can be a little aggressive to new folks. So I'm asking if you've got a problem with anyone. Or maybe you want a problem?" Rukana leaned over, narrowing her eyes a bit at the new girl.
She paused to have some thoughts and then smiled.
“Oh yeah. I do have a problem, perhaps you can help me. I do need a friend.”
"...friend?" Rukana blinked. Out of everything that she was expecting a response as that was the one that caught her off guard the most. "Aight. Sure, 'Friend.'" She'd take out her phone, seeing both the new message from Minnie and to share her own details with this new girl. "Kikuhara Rukana. I'm sure you've heard of my family if you live here. Here's my number."
“Oh? Hold on.” She brought out her flippable smart phone and flipped out. Read the numbers on Rukana’s phone while copying the number on her smartphone.
“I just moved here recently and you would be the first on my phone. Actually. Maffei Kraus, I came from Germany.” She continued and smiled at her.
"What an honor. You better had put me as the first one even if you had more or I would have cried.” Her facemask hid her expression, but Maffei could at least tell she was likely smirking. "Well, I'd stick around but I've got to go. I haven't really eaten today." With those parting words, Rukana left and headed towards the cafeteria.
As she'd head out of the sliding door, she'd finally send a reply to Minnie.
"RIP Arty. I'll get the gravestone ready for him. Tell him he owes us interest now, lol."
That was all she had time to initially send - for the warzone that was the highschool cafeteria was beginning. Heading into the She hadn't been the first to leave, so really speaking, she was last. Unfortunately for everyone else though, Ru-chan did not come in last place when she wanted something.
"Outta the way, jackass." Were about the only words one unfortunate classmate would have before they'd be rather rudely and roughly yanked to the side, followed by her foot hitting someone right on the backside of the knee and sending them stumbling to the ground as she'd slowly work her way through to the front of the line, either through just slipping through the gaps or taking a bit more of an aggressive approach. This of course, only added to the chaos, but she was only focused on one thing and whoever got in the way was just collateral. If anyone so dared to try and stop her, they would just get a bag right to the face and she'd already have moved on.
She eventually, made her way to the front and nabbed herself a bento with noodles, chicken, broccoli and a handful of other vegetables. With the spoils of her victory there was just one thing left. Finding a place to sit. There was some weirdo loner girl that looked like she had more bags under her eyes then she'd come out of a store with, Gal seriously looked like she could do with a serious makeover...but she also looked like the sorta cringe loser that she didn't want anything to do with.
So for now, she'd just find a random spot at an open table.
"Awww, Minnie you do care~
As if I need money tho. That sperm donor who called himself my father left me with more money then I need. My mom was just being a total bitch. left without even saying anything so I didn't have to deal with her. Like, seriously its pissing me off. You up for some raids or something tonight? I need to murder things in the most violent way possible otherwise the next guy that looks at me funny is gonna catch these hands."
She'd sit her bag down onto the table next to her, lowering her facemask so she could properly eat, though she didn't say a word to much of anyone.
Pushing her oncoming punishment out of mind, Qingque decided to take this a little bit seriously and listen to what everyone else was saying. Different realms? If she were to remove all of the other possibilities and consider the situation as a full - it certainly made sense. So they had just gotten into some other branch of the Imaginary Tree for some reason? Hm. That was outside of the area of her expertise. She had only really read about it.
Lost in a bit of thought, she barely noticed the arrival of Wynn. What she said certainly seemed to track with her own knowledge, at least.
"Huh, so, we've just somehow stumbled into another branch of the Imaginary Tree or something?" Qingque mused aloud before a second, more concerning part of what Wynn had said caught her attention. "Wait, actually, hold on, intervene? Me? You sure you got the right librarian? I'm just a door guardian for the Divination Commission. I'm not like a Cloud Knight or something."
This wasn't just her trying to figure out a way to wiggle out of this whole thing, definitely not.
Some people, enjoyed school. Some people enjoyed getting out. Some others enjoyed spending time with others and not sleeping all day. Today, though...she was in a very, very bad mood all things considered. Which understandably, made people avoid the pink and black dressed girl as she sauntered down the hallway. In the few days she had been transferred here, she already had taken a bit of a reputation for trouble. Or at least, an irreverent attitude.
And the source of this being in a bad mood?
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"Ugh, goddamn it fuck todays going to suck balls."
She was goddamn hungry for reasons she didn't wanna really think about. Also couldn't sleep well. That wasn't helping, either. A hand rubbed her neck lightly, but her gaze soon fell on a girl walking hurriedly down the hallway - sandwich in hand. Well if the world was offering breakfast on a silver platter...
She passed the girl the same time they were both walking past a stair well. Before her classmate could react or do much, she'd find her arm being grabbed rather roughly, and then her back being slammed into the wall with Rukana standing firmly in front of her. Being taller than most of her peers certainly had its advantages when doing stuff like this.
"Heeeey. Sorry for the interruption." Rukana's hand was placed next to the girls head, open palm resting against the wall. "Well, not really. Look. I'll be honest. I didn't get to eat breakfast and honestly, im in a suuuper bad mood. I'll be taking that."
"H-hwuh?" The girl was more confused and flustered more than anything as she tried to catch up with what was happening. It was easy enough for Rukana to just grab the sandwich from her in the process.
Ding Ding Ding Ding!
"H-hey wait...y-you can't!"
"I just did?" Rukana shrugged, uncaring as she'd proceed to take a bite of the sandwich in question. Her face scrunched up as a sweetness of vanilla and bread met her tastebuds. What...what was this abomination? "...is...is this a cookies and cream sandwich...?"
"...it was new and on sale?"
A moment of silence stretched between them.
"...right. Okay, well I guess someone has more problems the I do."
"H-hey! It was just on sale and I like trying new things!"
"Whatever. Thanks for the breakfast." Rukana dumped some pocket change into the girls hand before lowering her face mask and walking off, biting into the odd sandwich. It was something, at least she supposed.
"H-hey wait! My sandwich!" But Rukana didn't respond, merely turned the corner and continued towards the classroom she was now late too.
But first, a quick text.
"Mooooorning Minnie~ Ugh, new school still feels weird you know? Missed breakfast this morning, too. Today's going to suck big time. Feed me Minnie."
She'd rather roughly open the door to the class room mid roll call. She wasn't giving any excuses, in fact she didn't say anything to the other students. She'd merely plop herself down in her seat, brazenly finishing the last bit of her stolen breakfast.
Of everything Qingque was expecting, it was not the sound of the death knell of her vacation, or more importantly her actually finally getting truly fired. Not even seconds after running over to the guy did Fu Xuan's familiar voice meet Qingque's ears. Of all the rotten luck, why did she have to get dragged here to? Was this some cruel Aeonic prank?
"Haeh?! Master Diviner!?" She couldn't help but to let out a particularly loud yelp, eyes wide and a clear look of fear plastered on her features. "A-ahem. Uh, ahem. Y-yeah, Golden Hour. I uh. There was a...game tournament on the Yuque. I uh, just happened to win and uh, yeah, so I was there." Right, that wasn't important right now though, was it? Change the subject, that'll work.
It seemed they had all been spirited away. The work of a Heliobus? Doubtful since well, they all seemed to be from other places and -
"Wait wait wait, you guys don't know Golden Hour? At least tell me you guys know of Penacony? The Planet of Festivities?" Surely everyone knew the name of the Planet of Festivities unless maybe they were from some world on the edge of IPC space or something.
Name: Kikuhara Rukana Age: 17 Physical Description: Taller than average for her age at 173cm (5.6ft), Rukana gives off a distinctly imposing vibe despite her somewhat perhaps colorful and bombastic way of dressing herself. Or perhaps its because of the way she makes a visible attempt to stand out from the crowd that she comes off as such.
Dressed in Jirai Kei fashion, Ru-chan as she insists shes called, is often dressed in vibrant colors of pink, reds, or solid blacks with whites depending on her mood for the day. Typically this consists of a Her hair is naturally black, but its often dyed in either pink or red streaks with an Ombre coloring.
Important items: Floral Headbands for her twintails A gift from her father when she was ten. Despite everything, she refuses to let them go Her phone, obs. Decorated and kitted out with super cute decorations~ Microphone a gift from her mom back when she took an interest in musical pursuits. She still uses it for practice Short Bio: A wealthy life, never left wanting for anything aside from parental affection. Her mother, a wealthy businesswoman in real estate, and her father was the owner of several businesses in Kumamoto but also in the greater Japanese area. They both provided money to ensure a particularly affluent life, but what they didn't provide most days, were their presence. If asked, Rukana would say that she has only faint memories of her parents ever being anywhere near her when she was a child and preteen. She was left in the care of babysitters, tutors and various similar people. Some did their job as best they could. Some, were just there from the absolutely bonkers paycheck from her parents.
Its those, that enabled Rukana to become the slightly manic and absolutely voracious 'I'll get what I want and if I don't I'm just going to take it anyways' mindset. She learned from an early age that if she wanted something, all she had to do was ask her parents. They didn't really 'care' in the traditional way, but they did try in their own twisted way. The sitters and tutors were the same, whether from fear of losing their gig or for other reasons if Rukana wanted it, she got it.
So thus, she spent most of her life growing up an extremely spoilt child. Some, growing up like this would become quite the useless adults. Rukana at least, did have several tutors that did try to put her on the right path to some success ensuring that she at least had a proper mindset and work ethic even if her parents barely saw her a few times a year. Still, it wasn't enough to stop her from acting out.
And then, tragedy. Or at least, it would have been tragedy if he had ever been a thing in her life.
Her father passed away in a car accident. Did something change in her life? Some things did. At this point she was just numb. She could get whatever she wanted, but she couldn't get the one thing she wanted. Honestly, at the time she didn't realize just how bad it was. Just how bad she was mentally or physically. How bad she felt. But whether this was the trigger, or just the final shove in a long list of cascading events of a girl who didn't know parental affection, or really friends elsewhere or who knew anything except that money was the only thing her parents or anyone else around her seemed to value -
Her mother almost lost someone else that she should have treasured more in life and Rukana almost didn't make her 17th birthday.
She's better now. Still doesn't get people very well, but she's trying in her own way. Might never really connect with others well in her extremely headstrong, selfish, and desire to get what she wants regardless of the consequences, but she's at least trying to be better both mentally and physically. Her mother too, quit work wholesale, but their relationship isn't good. At least it exists, she supposes. Maybe she does care. For now, at least though, she finds herself in New Amakusa City, hoping to start fresh and at least make an attempt at a somewhat stable life - and more importantly shes actually trying to do things herself instead of relying on her parents money for everything. Personality: 'Rukana gets what she wants, and doesn't care about what she has to do to get it' would be a very simple and apt way of describing her personality on a surface level. After all, everyone should want to be friends with her. She has money, status as a wealthy girl, can get all the expensive stuff and to say nothing of the fact shes ten times prettier than you'll ever be so you should be grateful to even breathe the same air she does. She dares to say she's *perfect*. If its something she cant get, or fails at, or otherwise doest manage to accomplish well...it will start bothering her to an almost obsessive degree.
This isn't to say she's unfriendly, though. While she does take sometimes...extremely direct approaches to thing, such as cornering someone who borrowed money from her in the stairwell to make sure they know they really should pay it back, or if she sees someone bullying her or others she'll loudly tell them to quite indelicately to 'fuck off' and she is known to throw hands if the offense is severe enough leading to people thinking shes a bit of a delinquent and has a perpetual bad attitude. This...well, its kind of the truth, honestly.
The only real notable thing people can comment on is her insatiable desire to complete or perfect whatever she sets her sights on. Whether it be just buying something with money, that time when she spent an entire month learning to play the guitar, singing, or anything else that seems like it might be interesting or fun. That is to say, she always, always puts 110% behind anything she does.
But really, what can one expect of someone who has never really had a friend in her life, or even had her parents or any parental or guidance of any sort growing up really do? She tries, at least she thinks she does. The jury remains out on that.
Skills: Rukana is still in the process of figuring out stuff she likes. Growing up she had near unlimited access to whatever she wanted, sure, but it wasn't for any particular learning purposes or for self betterment reasons. She read books. Practiced drawing, painting, art in general. Domestic skills such as cooking and cleaning, and took a brief interest in medical procedures for reasons...but all of that was just to try and fill the void that was left behind by her absent parents and her admittedly standoffish self that drove others away by the time she was properly allowed to socialize.
She has at least discovered she likes singing and has taken up learning the guitar. She is particularly interest in the rock and metal genres, but she'd have to say her true interest and passion at the moment is botany and flowers, though she's still attempting to learn and figure out the basics as this is just a recent development.
Name: Kikuhara Rukana Age: 17 Physical Description: Taller than average for her age at 173cm (5.6ft), Rukana gives off a distinctly imposing vibe despite her somewhat perhaps colorful and bombastic way of dressing herself. Or perhaps its because of the way she makes a visible attempt to stand out from the crowd that she comes off as such.
Dressed in Jirai Kei fashion, Ru-chan as she insists shes called, is often dressed in vibrant colors of pink, reds, or solid blacks with whites depending on her mood for the day. Typically this consists of a Her hair is naturally black, but its often dyed in either pink or red streaks with an Ombre coloring.
Important items: Floral Headbands for her twintails A gift from her father when she was ten. Despite everything, she refuses to let them go Her phone, obs. Decorated and kitted out with super cute decorations~ Microphone a gift from her mom back when she took an interest in musical pursuits. She still uses it for practice Short Bio: A wealthy life, never left wanting for anything aside from parental affection. Her mother, a wealthy businesswoman in real estate, and her father was the owner of several businesses in Kumamoto but also in the greater Japanese area. They both provided money to ensure a particularly affluent life, but what they didn't provide most days, were their presence. If asked, Rukana would say that she has only faint memories of her parents ever being anywhere near her when she was a child and preteen. She was left in the care of babysitters, tutors and various similar people. Some did their job as best they could. Some, were just there from the absolutely bonkers paycheck from her parents.
Its those, that enabled Rukana to become the slightly manic and absolutely voracious 'I'll get what I want and if I don't I'm just going to take it anyways' mindset. She learned from an early age that if she wanted something, all she had to do was ask her parents. They didn't really 'care' in the traditional way, but they did try in their own twisted way. The sitters and tutors were the same, whether from fear of losing their gig or for other reasons if Rukana wanted it, she got it.
So thus, she spent most of her life growing up an extremely spoilt child. Some, growing up like this would become quite the useless adults. Rukana at least, did have several tutors that did try to put her on the right path to some success ensuring that she at least had a proper mindset and work ethic even if her parents barely saw her a few times a year. Still, it wasn't enough to stop her from acting out.
And then, tragedy. Or at least, it would have been tragedy if he had ever been a thing in her life.
Her father passed away in a car accident. Did something change in her life? Some things did. At this point she was just numb. She could get whatever she wanted, but she couldn't get the one thing she wanted. Honestly, at the time she didn't realize just how bad it was. Just how bad she was mentally or physically. How bad she felt. But whether this was the trigger, or just the final shove in a long list of cascading events of a girl who didn't know parental affection, or really friends elsewhere or who knew anything except that money was the only thing her parents or anyone else around her seemed to value -
Her mother almost lost someone else that she should have treasured more in life and Rukana almost didn't make her 17th birthday.
She's better now. Still doesn't get people very well, but she's trying in her own way. Might never really connect with others well in her extremely headstrong, selfish, and desire to get what she wants regardless of the consequences, but she's at least trying to be better both mentally and physically. Her mother too, quit work wholesale, but their relationship isn't good. At least it exists, she supposes. Maybe she does care. For now, at least though, she finds herself in New Amakusa City, hoping to start fresh and at least make an attempt at a somewhat stable life - and more importantly shes actually trying to do things herself instead of relying on her parents money for everything. Personality: 'Rukana gets what she wants, and doesn't care about what she has to do to get it' would be a very simple and apt way of describing her personality on a surface level. After all, everyone should want to be friends with her. She has money, status as a wealthy girl, can get all the expensive stuff and to say nothing of the fact shes ten times prettier than you'll ever be so you should be grateful to even breathe the same air she does. She dares to say she's *perfect*. If its something she cant get, or fails at, or otherwise doest manage to accomplish well...it will start bothering her to an almost obsessive degree.
This isn't to say she's unfriendly, though. While she does take sometimes...extremely direct approaches to thing, such as cornering someone who borrowed money from her in the stairwell to make sure they know they really should pay it back, or if she sees someone bullying her or others she'll loudly tell them to quite indelicately to 'fuck off' and she is known to throw hands if the offense is severe enough leading to people thinking shes a bit of a delinquent and has a perpetual bad attitude. This...well, its kind of the truth, honestly.
The only real notable thing people can comment on is her insatiable desire to complete or perfect whatever she sets her sights on. Whether it be just buying something with money, that time when she spent an entire month learning to play the guitar, singing, or anything else that seems like it might be interesting or fun. That is to say, she always, always puts 110% behind anything she does.
But really, what can one expect of someone who has never really had a friend in her life, or even had her parents or any parental or guidance of any sort growing up really do? She tries, at least she thinks she does. The jury remains out on that.
Skills: Rukana is still in the process of figuring out stuff she likes. Growing up she had near unlimited access to whatever she wanted, sure, but it wasn't for any particular learning purposes or for self betterment reasons. She read books. Practiced drawing, painting, art in general. Domestic skills such as cooking and cleaning, and took a brief interest in medical procedures for reasons...but all of that was just to try and fill the void that was left behind by her absent parents and her admittedly standoffish self that drove others away by the time she was properly allowed to socialize.
She has at least discovered she likes singing and has taken up learning the guitar. She is particularly interest in the rock and metal genres, but she'd have to say her true interest and passion at the moment is botany and flowers, though she's still attempting to learn and figure out the basics as this is just a recent development.
The moment Liz' arm wrapped around the Lamia, the human would feel a hand be placed on the side of her face. Hyseliea's palm pressing against her cheek as the knight would make quite a slightly awkward sight, putting her arm around a taller woman and forcing the other woman to lean slightly to the side to maintain any sense of comfortability.
"I do believe you mean you are the spawn of a demonic hag of some sort." The Lamia huffed, recalling several unpleasant memories and 'disciplinary' actions at the college. Her hand slowly moved towards Liz ear, caressing her cheek lightly before rather roughly, she'd be shoved away from the Lamia. "And I do not recall giving you permission to touch me, Liz." She'd huff, looking over the jobs. "Before we do make any final decisions though, I would like to point out while I could restrain it I think if we tire it out, simply put, I don't really want to. I vote, if we go in a team we look into this other problem."
The gas is brushed aside, moving away from the trio and being forced back deeper into the facility itself, making the room beyond for now, at least, clean enough to move through the hallway and into the room beyond.
"So one is the vents and the other is...yes. One moment." Otelius was quick on the uptake the moment Anette had started her own spell, he'd hold both hands up, geometric shapes forming at the ends of his fingertips as string of divine language started to form as mirages in the air. "Execute: Barrier. Reiterate thrice. Locations twenty, ten, and thirty from source." Duration one hour." There was a mechanical noise, followed by a flash of blue. Where one of the vents were, a bright blue solid square barrier formed in front of it. One more formed in front of a corroded hole in the hallway that presumably led to another room, and a third was put at the end of the hallway, just temporary to stop it from flooding immediately back in.
Using such a method they were able to easily make it through and into the next room beyond.
The room beyond was a mess, to put lightly.
The entire room, having likely been submerged in the mana-rich air for uncountable years had corroded beyond recognition. The entire room was covered in a layer of bluish colored growth, having covered the walls entirely. Its high ceiling was the only thing that seemed to escape from the corrosion due to the mana being denser then air. Everything in what was presumably once a storage room was mostly completely nonfunctional.
And of course, the source of said mana leak.
Along the far back wall to the right were two things. One, a large tank of bluish liquid. The glass old and cracked in several places, but surprisingly still holding, for now. Anette would immediately recognize it as a chamber for pressurizing mana and effectively condensing it enough to turn it into a liquid. Common in making mana batteries or other similar functions, typically for robots and other such things...and what it was for, was easy to find.
Not far away against the far wall seemed to be storage stations of some sort. Two of them. One was empty, but one...one had a fully intact - Well, mostly intact aside from the corrosion - construction robot of some kind. It was roughly nine feet tall, its bulky body three feet across. One of its hands ended in a drill, the other seemed to be a giant hammer.
It didn't seem functional.
A tube was hooked up from the tank of compressed mana to it, and it was spewing a constant stream of depressurized mana gas into the air.
A quick check of exits seemed to be a large corroded over rolling door that led deeper into the facility. It seemed as though this tank was the source of the mana, but how to deal with it and how it was getting out was a question in and of itself.
"Hm..." Otelius looked towards the tank then towards the wall opposite it. A hole had corroded into the wall, revealing a room beyond, it may have been just big enough to squeeze through if one could make it a little bigger. It looked fragile. "...the other side of that wall should be the main area beyond the large door outside..."
Of course, they were asked nicely by Monique to do no destructive excavation if it could be helped.
"Bwhaha." Khalisa laughed, hopping off the vehicle in question. "Could maybe get this thing moving if we had someone good with scripts or something with us. Might be able to jury rig something if I could get to its insides..." The Tivven walked to the other side of the vehicle, taking a few tools from her bag to attempt doing just that. A small torch for welding, it seemed like.
Accessing the panel in question would be easy enough for Amalie. Cutting a hole around it would be a fairly simple if slightly length affair. Whatever the material of the place was made out of it was fairly resistant to the lasers on the end of her suits fingers. Thankfully at least the walls were rather thin, comparably and soon she had a nice sized hole cut out around the keypad. Linking up her glasses to it was a trickier affair - she'd have to splice open some wires and connect them with her glasses.
After a few minutes of work though, it was done.
A display would show up on her glasses as it started feeding her system information the best it could. Unfortunately, much of the information was written in the language of the ancients and translating it automatically only would explain things in bits and pieces to say nothing of the seemingly heavy amount of data corruption that kept causing distortions in the translated text itself, but what she could eventually make out is a few strings of words with Regis' help.
Error
Power Level Minimal Generator in maintenance mode System remote override shutdown by Admin SolOS.Gala
Manual Override Y/N? Warning: Power level low - Door may not operate at expected capacity. Warning: Obstruction within internal components preventing door functioning as expected. Initiate Automated diagnostic to remove obstruction?
Hitting the manual override seemed to make the scraping noise in the wall worse. Seemed she'd have to figure out how to get the door open. Perhaps it just needed more power...she could always try the seemingly automated diagnostic, though.
"Whew, this things insides are a mess. How did they even do that...?" By now, Khalisa was almost all the way inside of the machine proper. Her upper half had disappeared into its insides, while her butt was sticking out as she'd tinker with its components internally. "Hows it going on your end, Amalie?"
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Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Have some dancing medjed.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/jjKSxTj.png" /></div><br><br>Hello! Welcome to my little bio.<br><br>Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).<br><br>Have some dancing medjed.<br><br><img src="https://i.redd.it/q95hk1tobbv11.gif" /></div>
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