I'm still here, I was just waiting on the whole Raven and Spriggs situation to resolve itself.
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Mia and the Rook
"Ah! Sheri-Er, I mean, Miss Sheriden!" Mia had known the undead woman for a while now, although she personally felt that they could have met on better terms. Perhaps without the Rook throwing Sheriden's car at the nearest monster. With Sheriden in it. "Werewolf, huh? I doubt it'll be much trouble for the Rook. Being made of metal does provide a few immunities to those sorts of curses." She blinked, nodded, then rearranged her priorities and turned back to Shiina. "Miss Shiina, I'll take the, ah, Rules of Nature. And I wanted to put in that I'm willing to support for the Black Goat mission. When I finish this one."
As for Zane's inquires at the giant robot, it didn't even flinch as he made his badly veiled threats, instead preferring to watch opponents that would actually provide it trouble. After a few seconds, it came to an even better conclusion to show its disdain. The Rook's head didn't make a sound as it turned slightly, metal 'lips' slightly parted and the shining steel blades that it used as teeth gleaming in the light given off by the storefront. A moment passed in perfect serenity, the fore-arm mounted heat-blades still hissing in the evening air. Then the giant robot spat.
A trickle of pure, honest-to-goodness AB negative blood squirted out from the depths of the metal creature's head, splashing with unerring accuracy toward the top of Zane's head. It's business with the pskyer finished, the head returned to the standby position of watching the powerful aberration Lucille, making certain to note any movements for a sign of weakness.
@TheWindel@Crimson Raven@TheFake
I think people are getting confused with KoL's post here because Lucille ("the woman with a black parasol") never left the building. Other than that though, feel free to ignore said woman and go out for your missions.
<Snipped quote by TheWindel>
As far as I remember, I never wrote that Lucille left the room, to say the truth. Everyone is free to ignore her, really.
It's not like she's important anyway, right?
Ah, thanks for the heads up. Post is edited now.
Mia and the Rook
The Rook had spotted both the creepy moth thing's rapidly rising temperature and flicked out its blades before Mia told it to calm down. Almost immediately, it switched over to the next target, unable to make a move as it got a read on the parosel using woman's power. She wasn't giving it an opening to exploit, and the engine's thrummed ominously as it prepared to make a move. It kept waiting, looking, searching, constantly pinging Mia with updates.
Mia, for her part, totally ignored the confrontation as she looked at the newly posted job. She gaped at the reward. That was more money than she'd ever seen in her entire life. That would pay for all the damages that the Rook incurred "accidentally" for an entire year. Triple S or not, the promise of untold riches followed by actually having a bed designed for comfort rather than cheap replaceablity was more than she could pass up. She could pay back the wrecked door instantly and probably buy all of the current customers a supercar without flinching. Or the Rules of Nature mission. Meat, free meat, for an entire year! No more deciding her meals based on the lowest price!
She was still salivating openly as she forced her way to the front of the shop again. Money. Meat. Money. Behind her, the Rook was unable to calm down from battle readiness, red-hot blades still hissing in the cool air. "Miss Shinna, can I get a little bit more information on the, ah, Black Goat and werewolf mission? Anything that I can use?"
@TheWindel
I'm good with carrying on as well
@Crimson Raven Door's broke as hell ATM.
Mia and the Rook
As was the usual with the Rook, it gave no reaction to the good doctor's greeting, instead just waxing ominous as it closely monitored his actions. The lack of any movement whatsoever was unnerving, to say the least.
Mia bit back a yelp as her senses vanished, feeling a flicker of fear as she lost sight of the other Chasers. Almost immediately, she realized her mistake. As the darkness faded, sound returned with the crash of broken glass and the tortured screaming of cheap steel bending out of position. Mia herself was located a few feet above the ground, lifted and protected by one of the Rook's gigantic hands. The bodyguard had pushed its massive arm through the front door to grab at its charge, ignoring irrelevant things like 'property' or 'collateral' damage. Inside the deep hood of the tarp, steel blades glinted in what passed for a mouth on the iron giant, unidentifiable gas slowly escaping from the maw with a telltale hiss. Sometimes having a bodyguard that reacted to the slightest signs of danger had its downsides.
Gods, this was embarrassing.
Unable to control her tone of voice, Mia nearly squeaked out her order for the Rook to return to standby. It abated slowly, uncurling the protective cage of metal fingers that it had erected around her and retreating back up to a standing position without giving much care to the twisted remains of the door still attached to its forearm. Turning on her heel to face the rest of the cafe, she began apologizing profusely to the rest of the cafe for disturbing their meals and to the chasers for disturbing their meeting. If the sudden rush of darkness hadn't set them on edge, the Rook's preternatural ability to break things most certainly would have.
As the monstrous steel creature withdrew back to its unerringly solid position by what was once the door., Mia carefully stepped over the broken glass and approached the immortal vampiress Shiina, head drooping with embarrassment. She had wronged the cafe's owner most of all, even if she didn't feel it was entirely her fault. "Sorry about this... again. I'll pay for it, and any days of business lost because of it."
Mia and the Rook.
"'scuse me, coming through~!"
A soft, sing-song voice announced the presence of another female chaser, this one a taller woman in a tracksuit jacket and shorts that were a tad too small for her. She pushed through the glass door, and was about to take another step inside before she paused, turned, and caught the movement of what appeared to be a walking pillar of shiny blue canvas.
The young woman, a bit too old to be called a girl anymore, leaned of the entryway once again and gave double thumbs up to the colossal tarp that clearly wanted to follow her inside, even if it had to destroy the entrance to do so.. After a few more seconds, whatever was hidden inside relented slightly, and settled with unnatural stillness next to the doorway to loom threateningly over the patrons of the establishment as they came and left. Seemingly satisfied with that, the woman took her place behind the rest of the chasers, trying to look like she was listening attentively. She barely caught the last of the vampire girl's speech, and stood as awkwardly as possible as she tried in vain to spot the young master and mistress the other woman had been talking about.
Character Sheet
Mia and the Rook
"We can all get along, right? Right?
Name
"Mia"
Age
She looks to be in her early twenties
Gender
Female
Race
Probably Human
Height
5'9"
Weight
143 lbs
Aliases/Titles
The Forgotten, the Lost Girl
Appearance
Personality
Clumsily kind, and naive to a fault. She craves physical contact, and has a deep-seated fear that she will repeatedly loose her memories if she stumbles upon why she forgot them in the first place. She is weak-willed and oftentimes mistaken or downright wrong about her assumptions.
Despite her faults, she's a genuinely pleasant(If a bit airheaded) girl.
The Rook doesn't have a traditionally classified personality, rather a impulse to murderate and pummel anything that it perceives as a threat to Mia.
Despite her faults, she's a genuinely pleasant(If a bit airheaded) girl.
The Rook doesn't have a traditionally classified personality, rather a impulse to murderate and pummel anything that it perceives as a threat to Mia.
Background
Nearly a year ago, a girl without memories woke up in a pool of blood that didn't belong to her, confused and afraid, with a stalwart guardian made of interlocking plates of metal standing over her. She had no name, no age, no background, and no idea when or where she was. All she had to go on was the tags on her that stated MIA and the pinging notifications of danger that echoed around her head. But even through all of that, the pit of her stomach told her that she needed to hunt the things that had hurt her. The beasts that lurked in the shadows had done this.
Powers
Mia herself has displayed no physical powers save her magical connection to the Rook. The Rook, however, is a potently magical device, created as a fusion between high-technology and powerful artifacts. She can give it simple orders, either mentally or vocally, but the way it carries out said orders is up to whatever complex programming lurks beneath the hulking chassis. The Rook, however, places the safety of Mia at the top of whatever priorities it has, and will refuse to obey or even go directly against said orders if they will directly lead to that directive being violated.
Skills
Augmented senses - Mia and the Rook are intimately linked, and the guardian constantly provides information on possible threats or suspicious signals, giving the Lost Girl an ironic advantage that she'd never be truly lost. The Rook, for its part, harvests data pertaining to the wellbeing of Mia at all times, monitoring her for fear, pain, or situations where either is to arise.
Weapons
The Rook, guardian and protector of Mia, is a twelve foot soldier of steel and ceramic plates, inexplicably linked to the girl's life via a complex spell that makes use of both technology and blood magic. Pitted and scarred from countless battles, the internal weapons systems have long since run dry. Instead, it relies on its default strength and the variety of melee weapons that don't require the ammunition it can no longer acquire. Primary amoungst these are the blades mounted in each of the Rook's forearms, created from a heat resistant alloy and reinforced with magic. In combat, they act as the heat sink for whatever reactor lurks deep within the monstrous guardian, making the combination of the herculean strength of the Rook and the devastating heat of its blades to be downright nasty.
Equipment
Dogtags - Where Mia got her name. Thick metal plates attached to a steel chain, with the letters M.I.A. stamped on them.
I'd like to voice my interest as well, if that's alright.
How does Mia look as a character?
How does Mia look as a character?
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