The Irish Tree — Roleplayer Guild

Tarkus stared at the W.A.T.C.H unit in his hands, turning it over and over before finally placing it on his left arm, the screen lit up and projected the screen all the others saw as well, displaying bio metrics of the wearer, along with various other stats. Quickly flipping his way through nearly every option, an idea occurred to Tarkus when he saw Morella scan her boots. He removed the W.A.T.C.H. from his wrist and placed it over Zoll, the small device beeped once as it flashed, the lights on the screen shifting as schematics of the gauntlet formed from some sort of scanning tech that honestly astounded him. His face spread into a wide big grin as he saw what the thing could do, rotating the schematic of Zoll, his smile widening a bit as he poured over it, he only snapped out of his rampant smile fit when Morella tapped on his arm, he was about to respond to her when he saw...something...something on her face. She was smiling. In all the years he'd known her, she'd never smiled so openly, and it made him somewhat eager to get moving, if even Morella was getting pumped for the test, he felt no reason he shouldn't either. He slapped the W.A.T.C.H. back down on his left wrist before turning back to her to say:
"Sure am, show's about to start."

When the cabin dropped from the ship, Tarkus was nearly flung out of his seat as the box lurched. He pulled himself out of the seat as the initial "Oh Shit" factor kicked in for all the other students, some trying to break down the walls, doors, windows, some guy actually managed to break a hatch on the roof open. Tarkus deftly pulled 6 bullets from his satchel, the red dust shining at the tips of each round like a small fireplace smoldering. He revolved Cadeyrn's head outwards and loaded the rounds in quickly, the order didn't matter, he just needed the dust in them anyway. Spinning the head back into place, he looked over to Morella, saying: "Good luck out there Cindie, just remember: Double Tap." before making his way to the hatch to the roof. A lot of students had bailed out already, shoving each other to get out of the way to the hatch, Tarkus waited rather patiently, and by that I mean he threw a couple of people over the hatch himself, not being a big fan of lines.

As he stood atop the roof, he felt the wind whip at his face, the sun looming overhead, and the ground looking oh-so-deadly getting closer and closer, he eyed something on the roof other than people, some sort of panel with a handle and button, people seemed to be launching themselves using them, but Tarkus didn't feel a need to. After all, he didn't wanna accidentally lose Cadeyrn in the fall, that would have ensured he'd either be dead or broken to barely functioning bits on the ground. Instead he looked down at Cadeyrn's head, the wind whipping his hair upwards as he walked over to the edge of the roof. He looked straight ahead ans pulled the chord near the back of Cadeyrn's head, immediately the chamber in the center began lighting up with the same shade of scarlet as his bullets, only this time it was much brighter, the dust culminated in the chamber until it completely drained the bullets, the once-empty chamber was now filled with dust kept in place with a pressure lock. And then, he ran back a bit, took a deep breath, and sprinted off the edge of the roof, holding firmly onto Cadeyrn the whole time.
Panzerfaust's Roar
"One...Two...Three...Four..."
The chambers of Cadeyrn began spinning as he pulled on the chord once again, the revolver of the head continually spinned in place, locked in by the hammer, the red dust in the chamber began glowing a bright light as he shifted his position mid-air.
"...Five...Six..."
The dust in the chamber began to ignite as he descended at a slanted angle, his speed gradually increasing as he went along.
"...Seven. Panzerfaust, locked and loaded."
He pointed the head toward the ground as he pulled the trigger.
"...Afterburner."
The dust in the chamber fully ignited, the red flame slowly brightening to become blue as he picked up speed, the Red Dust propelling him through the air over the treetops of the forest. His eyes widened a bit when he could feel the hammer start to stall, seemed like he'd skimped on the dust in a few of the rounds and there wasn't as much as he thought. As he slowly began descending again, he remembered the schematic of Zoll the W.A.T.C.H. has shown him, and the one little thing that could bail him out of this.

As he sank under the canopy of the forest, he rolled his wrist inside of Zoll, something cleverly hidden within the wrist of the gauntlet sprung out, a hook of some sort, that then propelled itself and latched around the branch of a sizable tree, upon rolling his wrist again, the cable began retracting, and he dropped down to the forest floor. He let out a sigh of relief as he plopped down onto the ground rump first, his left hand still clutching his hammer. He dusted himself off, and brushed the leaves from himself as he stood, pressing a button the watch to bring up a map. Looked like someone was nearby, one pair close by had dissipated from the map, and others were still descending.
"Yup, it's showtime."

-Location: Border of E-5 and D-5-

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