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Neo Sorairo

Mila's stare was somewhat unnerving, her eyes were like shutters focusing on his very details, for a moments she scanned his hands, monitoring his intentions before finally handing back his remote-controlled plane. A sigh escaped him, a smile followed with a nod. Perhaps he should say something now as to alleviate the situation yet the words seem to draw themselves into a halt. Fortunately, Mila finally spoke, attempting to ward away any misunderstandings. "Oh! No! It's nothing, really I understand, I understand! I uhh... Yeah, I'm sorry if it was weird or anything." He could feel himself sink with every passing word, it was going fine to be honest. Nothing out of the ordinary, he just needed to calm down. Take a deep breath and sustain his nerves, closing his eyes as to focus on such, before long a very dramatic entrance had shook him out of his trance, a hand coiled across one shoulder to the next, Falk had made his entry... Hiro dumbfound, just stared at him now escalating the group another member. This was rather uncomfortable already and Falk didn't seem to make it anymore easier for the silver haired Linker, it wasn't until he opened his mouth that Hiro's cheeks, in fact the entire semblance of his mien had shifted entirely, grid itself into embarrassment and spoke out: "Wait! What!? I swear, I wasn't staring! I mean I did see it, but certainly wasn't trying to stare!"

Did he just agree with Falk? No, that's not what he meant! "I mean, yeah you know, it's like, I'm trying to look at you in the eyes when we talk, but that's also kind of tasking for me too so I try to pick somewhere else too look, and... I mean not that-- I mean, your eyes are just sooo-- I'm just trying to that say I can't really talk well with... I MEAN-- Uuhhh---" Suddenly, pulling away from his arm Hiro sensed himself digging up a whole deeper than he could fathom. Once again, attempting to calm down but sadly whatever voice of reason wanted to reach him fell short across a face full of beat red embarrassment. Kuni seemed to have been bothered, and felt uncomfortable herself and darted off into the distance herself, following her trail visually, a final look was handed towards his direction. Catching such, Hiro rose his hand to his lips, gently obscuring the slow, precise movements of his lips which gestured the words "I'm sorry." towards her general direction. A wave followed suit, and now Mila added to her commentary of the situation.

"W-w-wait a minute, it's not that I--" Mila directed her conversation now towards, Ely and Lucia respectively. Hand, reaching forward almost as a means to gesture a halt to the misunderstanding, lost it's strength before the sense of powerlessness, staring at its open palm like a empty canvas, depositing thoughts upon its surface. A sigh, a tightened grip, he should really get home and attempt to fix this toy of his. Hiro didn't make much of a statement, he just seized the opportunity in where most were too busy talking to the other silver haired youth, and quickly made his exit quietly. Today was probably not the best of days, but it wasn't too dull at least.

"It's a memory at least, don't have much of those."

Neo Sorairo

@KoL@Saltwater Thief@SimpleWriter@Mr Nim

Laughter was the anodyne for any trouble, that much was coursing through his thoughts attempting to hide his machine behind his back without much success, just keep a smile on and ward any type of animosity off. Slowly taking a couple of steps away, Hiro attempted to recompile some type of excuse as to why he had to leave, but his machine was intercepted, nay swiped off his hands. Grasping at air, a voice tuned into his ears to steal his gaze into witnessing his drone in the hands of the Gunner from team Arizona. Whilst the linker from Team Novae apologized for the forwardness of her friend. Before long, Hiro was boxed by not two but four girls of only three he sort of knew. They proceeded to introduced themselves, Mila extended her hand one which Lucia greeted accordingly. Around this time Kuni seemed to have shortened the gap between the two and whispered for him to excuse her friend. Her features were the first thing that seemed to have popped onto his vision, for a second he was caught in the glistening of her iris, the clearness of her eyes gave away the density of their hue an outer pigment resembling of emerald the inner ring spread into a sapphire hue. Noting his staring, Hiro averted his gaze and attempted to stimulate a genuine smile. "Oh right, Uhm it's not a problem I guess. Yeah, you're a linker also. Hiro Valentine... That's my name." Thumb caressing cheek before realizing his voice was only directing itself towards Kuni herself.

But the reality was that, uhh... He was starting to get nervous. He could feel a cold sweat begin to form on his temple. But not only was he in the middle of these two groups of people, he was also unable to feasibly think straight. "Oh right, Mila, yeah yeah! Uhh, I didn't know that you guys were capable of fixing it, but that's fine! Uhh That's fine, I can do it myself... probably." She was attempting to bond? Strengthen their relationship? Not that Hiro had any problem with the sort, but he felt like a mouse in a tigers den. Surely these girls were nice, but he couldn't help feel awkward around them, especially when there's a stranger too. "Right, right. Yeah... Hiro Valentine, Linker for Sqaud... Oh, I just realized we don't even have a name yet. Uhm, right I'm a comrade, I suppose, maybe... yeah we're comrades. Nice to meet you, Ely. As for why I'm here? Uhm, I don't know I was bored at the school and I bought this and decided to test it out."

He began to rub the back of his head, attempting to recall the event getting slightly embarrassed throughout the process. "But I suddenly heard something along the lines of an attempt of murder and some kids ran towards me, and my hands slipped along with my control over that... Can I have it back please?" He extends his hand to Mila, whom he avoids any visual contact with as well. "Soooo... What are you guys doing here? E-enjoying your free time too, I suppose right?"

Neo Sorairo

@KoL@Saltwater Thief

After leaving the shower, there was a sentiment of longing that befell the young man, staring blankly at his wrist pad. Reminding himself of the words of that message. "You'll hear this, you always do." Why did that bother him so much? A slight head peered on his corner and he shook the thought off, a slight sigh escaped him. Free time was a rarity around, and to be honest, not something he did quite often. Opening the door to his room, Hiro didn't seem to find any of his comrades around. The place was empty and the halls were silent, his hand makes its way towards the back of his head, attempting to figure out what to do with his time. Maybe spent it actually trying to do something instead of lazing around or... more studying. His eyes narrowed slightly, thinking of something to do to spend his time. A flick of his fingers reflected the thought which protruded on his mind, he ran towards his closet and changed immediately, began to dig through a small compartment, placing a couple of items in a bag. Making sure one, twice, three times that he had everything he wanted he headed out to the Taiyoujima Water Park...

Hiro was... different. Hell, perhaps odd could easily depict much of his mannerisms and actions in daily life. He didn't make friends easily, that was first but more so than that he like to keep to himself. So, witnessing a boy who's wearing those orange glasses, a sleeveless hoodie that hasn't been zipped up to it's peak exposing a small percentage of his chest, some old dirtied converse with no socks and shorts that barely scrapped the knees was enough to show that Hiro didn't seem to care much for his appearances. The only thing that seemed above average was his backpack. A teal colored surface with a patch on it's left that read "ELEMENT 1987", bright red accented patterns adorning its edges with a strong lace coiling in zigzag at the epicenter. He wasn't planning on meeting his skin with the water, neither was he there expecting to see or meet anyone in specific, but if anything he wanted to test drive this new machine he managed to buy at a special last week. A smile plastered itself on his mien as he placed his bag on the ground pulling a remote control and a plane from his bag, a few steps farther into the sand and he turned on the machine and started to pilot it with his remote control attempting to understand its movements.

You would think, Hiro as a Linker would've managed to understand the machinations of this contraption in a couple of seconds, but the furrow of his brow was now present, and visible on his features. The machine was a bit clunky and the reaction times were all over the place. Maybe a little bit of air, would suffice, maybe a little more turn...

"D'accord, that is it. I am going to take my sunglasses off, and if by the time my eyes adjust to the glare- which will be around seven seconds, give or take- if you are still here I am going to bury you up to your head in the sand"

"Why do I suddenly feel great animosity and murderous intent incoming?" Not even a second passed before some kids, ran and bumped into Hiro, causing him to lose the grip of his remote control and making the machine fall and crash near a couple of people. Hiro rushed towards it's direction, picking it up from where it now stood noting that its pieces broke and its wings was now severed. "C'mon... I just got this too..." Disappointment began to ran across his system, but that was quickly removed the moment he rose his sights and witnessed two girls standing right before him. You see, in battle, everyone was sort of the same person to him. It was all about survival and instinct, planning and execution. There wasn't a moments time where he needed to be aware of the trivialities of life. Right now... it wasn't one of those times.

"L-L-Lucia..." Lucia was also accompanied by another girl too, one that similarly seemed to overtake his line of sight. He didn't know when it started, he didn't really know how to stop it. But right there it was, the toad on his throat begging to get out.

"This! Oh, uhh, it's for my little brother is all. Uhhh, I was just, uhh testing it! Yes, that's what it was..." He turns his sights to the sky, trying to avoid eye contact whilst hiding the toy behind his back.

Neo Sorairo

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Neo Sorairo

Everything had settled and instead of chewing us down, the commander actually congratulated us. His worry was for naught, maybe they did do something of worth today. Such gave Hiro clarity, his chest felt as if it dropped a heavy burden and slumped shoulders grew taller, a smile shaped itself on his lip and promptly elevated his own sense of judgement over the situation. He should keep it in mind, however, eventually the stakes would be worse and everything wouldn't be as lax as it was today. There wasn't anything particular Hiro wanted to ask, and so he decided to proceed to his quarters to take a much needed shower. Stretching his neck from side-to-side in an attempt to release whatever stressed had build there over the past couple of hours. The screech of the rotor-blades eased themselves into a pause, and what was left of sunlight bathed the scenery before them. Hiro didn't hesitate for a moment before he stood and proceeded to HQ, maneuvering almost rhythmically to the showers. A moments pause, his pad began to reverberate on his wrist. He was sure Gungnir was sent to repairs, but the blaring icon demanded for his attention, a solemn stare... You see, mission were a critical factor in their lives and the lives of civilians. No matter what the circumstances are, the reality stems that there was no means of which you could ignore a direct order. Not because you didn't try, but because such a feed would be delivered to you regardless of the circumstances which surrounded you.

There wouldn't be a choice of whether or not you could pick up, but rather if you didn't pick up, they would push the notification so that they know you'd see it. As Linker too, pushing such a message wouldn't have been too complicated at all. As they aren't only in the field for support reasons, but simultaneously, they are there too feed info to the front-liners. Meaning, any message, Hiro wouldn't be able to ignore it no matter the circumstances if HQ was persistent enough. This wasn't an order, this wasn't an emergency line. It was a call... One where he could decide the outcome of it. The blaring stopped, a sigh escaped Hiro, and slowly he brought up the image to his sights. The mail icon had a single digit upon it, eyes trained on it as if calling for his attention. A single tap, opening...

A voice message, a female on the other side. "Hey, it's been awhile hasn't it?"

Hiro continued to undress, the pad placed on the surface of a table near the sink. Hearing everything unfold "How's training going? I'm sure everything is going great, knowing you though, you're probably not making much friends." A long pause, for a moment Hiro would've assumed that it was the end of it. But clearly it wasn't. The person on the other side of the line was thinking, searching for the words which would inevitably mirror her sentiments correctly. Her breathing was caught, a sigh, perhaps and inhale? He didn't seem to find it enough of a factor to consider it relevant... The shower turned on, water began to course across his head, slowly encompassing him completely.

"Look, we haven't heard from you in awhile and... And we kind of just wanted to-- I know that the incident--! Damn it..." There it was, the jumble of words and thoughts colliding together to perform a disgusting mend. Humanity couldn't effortlessly paint themselves so eloquently delicate, when the maelstrom in their hearts shifted the soothing tide, they couldn't possibly ever be ready for its turbulence. She didn't do anything, but... Why did it feel so treacherous? It felt as if talking to a stranger. "Call me when you can, Hiro. I'm sure you can at least do that right? I know you'll hear this... You always do." Click---

"I couldn't tell ya. I don't even remember who you are, honestly." Amnesia was a heavy burden, perhaps one that not much people have an understanding of. In this world, mankind's most prominent desire is to be remembered. To leave a piece of themselves behind, a trace of greatness or merely a trace of their existence... To not remember the slightest detail of them, is to surely be unable to recognize their very importance in reality. Her face, voice, mannerisms, gestures, step, laugh... All of them foreign to him. "I'm sure the other Hiro, the old Hiro would've been very happy to hear from you. But... That guy doesn't seem to be anywhere, probably somewhere lost, trying to be found."

He continued with his shower, unburden almost by the choices, by the circumstances presented to him. Or perhaps-- "That's what I'd like to believe, but I'm not that kind. Kindness is taught on the home, benevolence is achieved through experience after all."

Neo Sorairo

In just a couple of moments, Hiro witnessed a display of furious destruction. What originally was a disadvantage, had been reduced a pile of mush in between the squad members. Yui's display was in fact, something to be impressed by. But more over, a gasp of breath finally released itself from his lungs. A girt of his before unbinding the tether that kept the members healed, seriously, the toll that this ability took on him was great, but they lawlessness of his teammates was also a demanding factor. Their wounds and stamina would remain as if were limitless, at the expense of his own. He would appreciate if they would keep such in mind, but then again, another part of him thought that maybe he should perfect such an ability. A stretch of his neck and arms, before attempting to regain composure of himself, Gungnir flew down to his level and with its charged healed whatever fatigue was left. Sustaining that amount of craziness was never easy. A sigh, either way, the plan was essentially, hit it harder until it falls. Which leaves Hiro with a bitter taste on his lips, but ultimately the result spoke for himself. There was a considerable amount of damage done, however nothing too drastic on a worst case scenario one of the sensors was blown to bits, Falk would get an earful about that back at HQ.

Although training prepared them for these type of circumstances, the team preformed terribly. Ultimately, they were all over the place. Nothing was coordinated, and everything was thrown up on the air at the last second. This depicts their inexperience... Or perhaps his lack of strength. A thought began to loom on the back of his head, on that peered every so often of the man he once was before all of this. Hiro Valentine held a status before, and perhaps the loss of his memory affected much of his performance. Would the previous Hiro, the man who remembered his past and held different hope for the future, accepted these directives? Or would he have done something differently. Time was of the essence, and things did seem to calm down. Recharging Gungnir again, it hovered at the center. He was getting tired, but at least he could still function normally. "Gugnir is right there, if anyone needs to get healed, just tether with it. Should bring you all back to, if not close to 100%" He turned back to his squad mates, before pulling his glasses up and delivering a smile "Good work, Raphael and Alistair. Let's keep the flow going for next time."

Neo Sorairo

_{@AdmrlStalfos19@Melkor}

There was much to think about, much to understand... The members of the team relied on the Linker's specialties to formulate a plan, yet there was so few they understood of the current threat. It's resistance, it's power, it's overall skeleton was like punching through a granite with you bear hands. The teams were hammering on its forces, one attempted to make the panther-like invader meet its maker, which resulted on the destruction of one of the sensors, on top of that they needed to realistically attempt to reduce damage to the structures around them, but that monster had no intentions of relenting, of demonstrating any sort mercy. Of course, this is to be expected. Think... Think... Falk explosive didn't dent the creature, Raphael's bullets were swiped away with awe striking simplicity. It was capable of large quantities of energy, exuding such into a blast which can capture a whole team in a single swipe of it's tail. But absolutely no weaknesses whatsoever. Everyone seemed to have devised the same alternative, hit it harder and harder until it falls and breaks.

Raphael presented his idea forward, utilizing Hiro's tether as a means of energizing and overloading the weapon's capacity and the user's parameters beyond the scope to deliver a fatal, conclusive blow. However, wouldn't such just lead to more of the same. Unorthodox isn't something Hiro wanted to gamble on, Falk was readying a powerful blast which similarly seemed to convoke the principals of Raphael's plan. Hands began to type upon a holographic surface, the multiple equations and parameters began to surface upon his glasses, a targeting system locking on to several targets, all quadrupeds, light on their feet with the panther demonstrating ferocity in its size. Around 6' feet tall, not to angular. "We need to corner it."

Finally spoke the platinum haired youth. A reactive barrier exposed itself, it had far too many trick up its sleeve, but it was running out of space. I could sustain itself for a a time, but it couldn't expose itself to do multiple task as once. So, there needed to me more strikers willing to clobber it simultaneously, and Hiro thought there was a way to do so. "I think I'm starting to understand that things patterns." Hiro bit his lip, attempting to underline the map and formulate a distraction. "I don't really know what your plan is, but I do have something in the mean time. All teams need to converge on this thing, however. Adding to Raphael's plan of action, I believe it'll be frugal to continue a direct assault individually. Gunners, you need to pincer it from all directions, make it so it uses up all of its shielding, I'm certain it can't keep it up forever. Don't relent, in the meantime, the strikers need to be between several 100 feet away, since the moment it finds itself cornered it will have to call for support, we need to clear the adds for such time. Our drones can provide basic support throughout. I will personally have Gungnir around for such. There's still some vision, if we can pin him down in this area, Falk can assault one of the abandoned buildings nearby, causing the structure to fall upon it."

Gungnir turned once more into it's flight mode, and surge of power began to surface on Hiro's persona a grit of his teeth before his aura began to manifest, an area of effect surged and the wind began to pick up, energy began to transfer indefinitely towards his teammates, Alister and Raphael, successfully Tethering the two to his power. "It should keep it busy enough at least. Whatever unorthodox plan you have you better say it quick!" He began to feel himself weaken, in exchange for rejuvenating his allies, Gungnir began to travel across the battle field above them. "I'm useless in battle, but now you two are in your primes. I don't know about you, but that things face reminds me of something unpleasant." A grin perhaps had peered slightly across his lip, he pulled his hair back and released a heavy sigh. "We're on a count down now, fellas. And I'm starting to get really tired of fighting pests. Have at you"

Neo Sorairo

_{@AdmrlStalfos19}

A blast from not far off had been shot towards their direction as retaliation form Raphael's initial shot. It wasn't taking any chances, it quickly deduced their location and without warning the two were forced to move. Their feet carried them a couple ways away from its sight, preparing its next attack towards another team. "Damn it, we're really in a bind right now. That thing doesn't seem to show any signs of a visible weakness." Hiro sent the drone on flight, hovering above their head, getting an eagles view at the scenery. Many teams were under fire, others deemed it reasonable to reduced the number of the grunts, while others were attempting to fight the monstrosity head on. "If only we could hit them all in one." Pondered the silver haired linker, fingers grasping chin, trained on the image Gungnir displayed on his wrist monitor. "You're right Raph, we can't just sit here. Sadly, I wouldn't last a second without a striker out there, and I need your eyes on the target. Leaves me no choice then." Gungnir flies down, Hiro places his palm on top of his as power began to fuse the two together into a single using, except, Gungnir was absorbing power from Hiro's psychic drive, fatigue began to swallow up his essence, a meter began to fill up on Gungnir's side, soon beeping upon completion. A sigh escaped Hiro, releasing the tether from his drone. "I'm sending Gungnir ahead. I'll tether with you whenever you have injuries so you can continuously keep pressuring them. If we had a striker on us, this would be made easier, but we have to make due."

_{@Spike@Burger@Skyswimsky}

Gungnir was the sent to flight mode, directing it's way towards the teams before them. Firstly, the members of Yui Gang who seemed to be the one who needs help the most. Traversing above the skies and over the building, before Gungnir sees the mess in which the team had placed themselves on. Through his glasses, a image of Rin began to surface, her body seemingly loosing its strength before she let out blood from her mouth. A barrel exposed itself, the drone aimed and a flash of energy shot towards Rin, Yui and Falk, enveloping them in its shimmering light, before absorbing such onto their bodies, healing them from a safe distance away. The comms begin to ring, before his voice comes through "Can't let you guys fall on me, don't get overboard just because Gungnir's there. He has a couple bullets left, try not get hit, ok?"

"Let's go Raph, I have a couple vantage point we can abuse so you can have a clearer view of everything. The enemy seems to have spread throughout, but it's not that they're relenting, perhaps they're trying to pick us up one by one. We have to give way to the other teams so they can converge in a safer spot, from there, we have to create enough of a force to down that monster."

Suddenly, My Favorite MMORPG has Become Real?! — A Log Horizon-inspired RP

It got pretty screwed up. I don't mind if it's still alive and still has like half of its HP or whatever, but I'll let you guys decide that.

Neo Sorairo

_{@AdmrlStalfos19}

There was little to see, much to do. In the span of what seems to be just a couple of minutes their mission had shifted to something different in its entirety. Invaders took the scene and battle had amassed at their corner, converging at the center would perhaps be the most optimal play, have the strikers all lead up to a secular assault, while the gunners supported from afar and the Linkers would shelter themselves in the midst of all providing what they do best. There was no purpose to activate his psychic drive just yet, and sensors where out due to an explosion not too far out on the center. Raphael stood post, firing his gun at the tyrant heading towards them, mowing anything at its path. The smaller creatures displayed potency as well, perhaps they were still inexperienced or maybe through some type of evolution they managed to conquer recorded antics. Either way, their threat level needed to also be place into priority. The side of Hiro's lip rose in looming thought, the mere possibility of an outcome where they would end up dead seemed all too probably, but also avoidable. He needed to ponder quickly, not sway from into worry. Overthinking could also lead to failure. "Sensor's are down, we're fighting blind for the most part." Hiro spoke, tinkering with a gadget strapped to his wrist, a couple of inputs and codes were enough to shift the screens between one and the other through a small holographic projection Gungnir, his drone, reflected.

"Still have most of the map details intact, however. It would be best to converge with the others, but I can't stop thinking about bringing auxiliary power to a faux sensor. Maybe if we distribute power through some of the nearby antenna's we can relay the signal and bring back vision. The center is taking most of the attention, so maybe we can use that as a means to evade trouble." Hiro's hands extend to the hologram, crimson highlights begin to dot across three buildings, which now circle the sensor that was destroyed in the process. There a couple of smaller dots, of yellow hue now begin to indicate a rough location of where the teams would be positioning and where he suggested they move during this entire ensemble.

"Luckily you're able to maneuver well with your weapon, and if anything happens I'll Tether with you and you'll be able to sustain yourself long enough to not know the difference. Either way, we have to move responsibly. These creatures don't seem to be as reckless and unintelligent as I'd like to believe. Alternatively, I have a couple of vantage points that can help you in your shooting, bit of a climb though, Raph. Not sure which one you would prefer. "