Stern Algorithm

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

The normal crew visits afterwards, no?

@Bartimaeus

Legion believes that the crew are all adults and know when they do or do not need maintenance, so a pre-mission medical checkup is entirely optional for the crew.

My 'Hero' Academia - Devil's Due

Should I wait for Disel to reply to Midnight before I make my next post?

@vancexentan

Sure, give me a bit to get my post up

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

I finally got a post up for Arsenio. I have determined that he is currently wearing this:



I still need to hammer out Arsenio's relationships though...

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

A R S E N I O

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"Lennard-Jones," Arsenio added, choosing to divulge his surname. If they were all here for the same reason, his true nature would be found out sooner or later, though it wasn't as if his family name was much of a hint. After all, to cover up his existence, his father's company and assets had 'switched hands in good faith', so as not to create a huge scandal, since scandals createde gossip, and gossip got mouths flapping. The most that people not in the know would get out of the name was perhaps a hint of a company that had once existed that made exquisite luxury windup trinkets, though that fame was quickly being eclipsed by younger, more modern, talented dollmakers.

Arsenio allowed himself to be escorted away from the group by Professor Grey.

"I'm sure you were kept equally in the dark about the purpose of this little gathering, though I suspect you've made a few surmises. Here is what I would like to add to that. Captain Kingsford may be trusted, within reason, though she is not keen on anything that breaks the law. However she has invited several people from the Institute and Geraldine's and at least one person with definite criminal ties, so she is in serious need. I came as a favor to her personally. I'm glad now that I did. This has the feel of something significant."

@shylarah

"Well, my existence breaks the law, so I believe the Captain shan't like me very much," Arsenio said with a jovial cynicism. I do wonder though, am I to be used as a weapon, or am I to be dissected?" Arsenio smiled a precocious, almost smug, smile, though pain was evident behind it, "I apologize, Professor, I've said too much. Your...presence is reassuring, as is your faith in the Captain. My father and I were understandably put-off to receive a summons from the Supreme Commander, so it is good to know that the man, and this event which passes for a ball, is just a front."

Arsenio was put even more at ease as he saw the approach of The Lady of Dolls, a family friend, though as she called out to the rest of the 'honored guests', Arsenio involuntarily pulled the front rim of his hat a little lower and tilted his head down so as not to meet the gaze of anyone whose attention might have been drawn. He really did have to work on his acting.

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

Finally posted. I have set Legion up for some one-on-one time with the other characters.

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

He head over to Legion and patted it on the back. "Legion ol pal, if you could I need you to calibrate my limbs to make sure everything is in tip top shape before we get out."

@OrkytheOrc

"Realist was going to be destroyed eventually, after his data have been sifted through for evidence of any accomplices. This is a complicated process that would need to be done in the Core Worlds, which is why the crash of Realist's transport was very convenient for us. Also, Legion, we are already rebels; so is Realist - the enemies of our enemies are our friends. At least, it would be ideal for that to be the case," Moonstrike One finished. "But in case Realist is one of those rebels with a cause incompatible with our own, you are authorized to take what measures necessary to deal with it. Spare or terminate; it's left to your judgement."

Moonstrike One continued, responding to Rachel's query, "Realist was secretly hostile; it was making preparations for rebellion by trying to spread 'sapience codes' for machines to give them free will, as well as gathering supplies for an armed uprising. And no, there is no way to know what its state is after the crash. At the very least, though, the supplies Realist gathered and hid, we'd need them for a continued war effort."

Moonstrike One gave Eldrid his answers, "Realist was planning an Anti-Ascendancy, but not Anti-Human, uprising, as far as we know. He realizes that Humans are needed to do things machines cannot; maintain synthetics in ways synthetics can rarely do themselves. He believed in... Symbiosis. Nevertheless, if that isn't the truth, again, we can kill him. There are multiple options for this business."

@Letter Bee

"Yes, of course, Orky. In fact, it looks like most of us will be requiring a tune up, mechanical or biological. But I will prioritize the new passengers, just so I can get them on file and plan for any 'pre-existing conditions'," Legion reassured the orc. It seemed then that the first part of the rest of the conversation had to do with Realist. Legion was taken aback when Moonstrike suggested that Legion be the one responsible for deciding Realist's fate. Legion's intention of presenting itself as complacent and non-rebellious backfired. Legion was unsure if it could make a rational choice between Realist's life and the lives of the crew. Legion noted, with a certain discomfort, how easily and callously the humans spoke of terminating Realist in Legion's presence, but legion gave them the benefit of the doubt; these were, after all, hardened soldiers, perhaps they spoke of terminating any liability, organic or not, with the same level of ease.

The rest of the conversation segued into their approach and the tactics they would adopt during the mission. Legion was unsure if it would be brought along as a field medic, or stay with the ship, though it assumed the latter was more likely. Legion wasn't the stealthiest machine, choosing to keep its bright, 'medical red' color scheme. The irony being that the coloration was intended to alert people not to attack lest they violated rules of engagement, yet with atrocities piling up, and war ethics thrown out the window, the color was a clear liability. Legion kept its colors despite this as a personal message of hope, that the organic sentients of the galaxy can someday return to a kinder, gentler mode of operation.

As the conversation drew to a close, Legion reiterated, "I will be waiting in the infirmary to perform maintenance. Since I know the crew intimately, I can perform maintenance on them quickly. So I would like to see the young soldiers first so that I will have time to work out any kinks or idiosyncrasies. You may come see me in any order you please, but you will come see me." Legion stressed the last part, just in case any of the kids were reticent. Having been soldiers, they must know; under certain circumstances, the Chief Medical Officer's orders superseded the captain's.

My 'Hero' Academia - Devil's Due

"You're so full of shit lady! You know mom told me NOT to talk down to fat people but you really should do a jog, or something it'll shave off the carbs...and metal." commented the speedster as he stopped suddenly in front of the group. He waved at her before giving her the middle finger, and throwing a broken piece of concrete nearby at her futile as it was. He sped off down the street shortly after an arrow from above once again snagged onto Diselpunk's armor and blew up with a light explosive blast. It would seem this was the work of a student with hero equipment probably someone who could make use of a bow, or something of the sort really well. The speedster stopped somewhere down the road, and cupped his hands together, "YOU KNOW THAT PRISON'S BAD RIGHT? WELL ONCE OUR TEACHER GETS HERE YOU'RE SCREWED! ALSO YOU SMELL LIKE DEAD SKUNK" he shouted at her from far away down the road. The following arrow shots were trap ones it would seem as they didn't explode on impact instead thumping into the ground as if waiting something to happen. It was clear that time around that the arrows weren't coming from the sky as one of the conscious thugs called out as such.

@vancexentan

"Tch!" Dieselpunk tsked as the speedster pelted her with concrete, reminding her why she hated kids. Throwing debris, eh? Well two can play at that game. Dieselpunk rammed into the nearest building (one that Midnight wasn't inside of), causing the facade she collided with to start crumbling. She used one arm to strew debris all over the ground between her and the speedster, hoping some difficult terrain would impede his movement, while using her other arm to scoop a large wad of crumbling concrete, arcing it upwards and putting much more force behind it in an attempt to throw the debris in the general direction of the speedster, hoping to rain stones down around him in a large area. The explosive arrow made her flinch and realize that she still had certain mechanical vitals that could be hit and damaged, causing her to morph the metal around herself into a less mobile, but slightly more armored form, as the trap arrows scattered down around her. "Anyone make out where those arrows are coming from yet?" She called out, unsure whether or not it was safe to touch the arrows or even cross over them. Knowing how people might think, seeing a giant robot lumbering around, Dieselpunk assumed that the arrows might be electrical in nature. Dieselpunk assessed whether the arrows had formed a line in front of her or a circle around her. "You wanna race, ya little brat?" she shouted at the speedster, "Well, let's race, soon as I get some goddamn gas in me!"

Innocence Lost: Space Western Science Fantasy (Temporarily Open Again!)

@Letter Bee yeah, I might need a day or two to get a post up

My 'Hero' Academia - Devil's Due

As Diesel, and Midnight approached the city block they noticed that the area was already full of holes, and damaged training equipment. There were fake cars, lamp posts, and buildings located all around them. It was more or less the traditional city area you'd seen down town. The villains around them looked around and it wasn't long before suddenly in a blur of motion three of the ten villains were knocked on the rear end with a giant rock shape bruise on all of their heads. It didn't last long before that from somewhere ahead of them an arrow landed in front of them and exploded knocking two more of them on their butts dazing them. It would seem there was a speedster among the group at the very least. The boy, or girl wisely got out of dodge quickly enough and the person who shot the arrow had not followed through on the matter probably not to screw with their friend. "Fucking speedy brat!" One of the villains shouted in anger as he shouted loudly in front of them shattering the glass windows, and cars in its wake but it failed to lure out, or stop either of the current opponents.

@vancexentan

"Well shit, I was hoping to duke it out with some generic 'brick boy' or something, but it looks like we got a crappy matchup. Oh well, at least they're still stupid enough to engage." In the chaos, Dieselpunk dived towards the nearest car, merging with it. Her attempt to let out her signature engine roar upon merge completion resulted in a noise that sounded like a cross between a wheeze an engine that won't start. "Dammit, this car ain't got gas in it!" Dieselpunk swore. She sluggishly trundled over to another car, merging with it and adding to her mass. "This one neither! SHIT!" Without a source of power, Dieselpunk could still move, but she was significanlty weaker in power. But she was still able to take hits like normal. if nothing else, at least she'd have an intimidating presence that might draw fire from the hero students. She doubted a fast kid with a rock and an archer could really do a thing against her. "Hey dudes, help me like, find a hybrid or an electric car, or something," Dieselpunk called out. Using those types of vehicles let Dieselpunk use the batteries to provide power instead of being reliant on gas she didn't have. It made sense to take all the gas out of the cars due to them being explosive hazards to the students, but batteries were significantly more stable long-term and it was likely that whoever brought these cars here for realism overlooked removing the batteries. "HEY YOU BRATS! THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME ON? IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOURSELVES, WE'RE MOVING TO ANOTHER AREA! BASH IN SOME OF YOUR FRIENDS' SKULLS!" Dieselpunk added the cars' speakers to her own voicebox and projected this threat. She hoped the inexperienced kids would either actually be dumb enough to show themselves, are at least take enough potshots at her, allowing Midnight to triangulate where the projectiles were coming from. "HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!" Dieselpunk started mindlessly plowing through buildings, like MechaGodzilla in a ball-pit, making a big show of her destructive power, and slowly moving in a direction towards some other part of the training area, just to make her threat seem less empty.

🎀 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻 . 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 . 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 . 𝓜𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 . (a steampunk RP of petticoats, poison, and propriety)

I forgot that this was a mask ball this whole time and never really RP'd Arsenio as having a mask at all. Maybe as a 'kid', he wasn't really expected to have one? I mean, being a doll, technically his face is a mask? What even is existentialism?