Discordian Agent
CACHE Elysium Main Facility
a'Lincoln once again looked down upon the electronic pad resting in its palm, ruminating over the displayed contents. Standing perfectly still in the middle of a hallway, paying no mind to the passersby making there way past it, a'Lincoln once again committed the list to memory.
-a'Lincoln's List of Goals for the Week-
- 1) Try a new food. Describe what you like/dislike about it.
- 2) Improve your personal bond with someone. Try spending time with your fellow CACHE pilots or meet someone new.
- 3) Be late. Allow yourself to be late for a non-consequential appointment.
- 4) Go with your gut. Make a non-consequential decision arbitrarily, without concern for practicality.
- 5) Discover a preference. Most/least favorite color.
The peculiar list had been given to a'Lincoln by its counselor, Dr. Young, in the doctor's ongoing attempts to help the Tento 'discover itself'. It wasn't something the Tento particularly relished, and indeed the doctor had to explain at length, how learning how to act on its own choices could be helpful for it. How it might allow a'Lincoln learn how to make better decisions, when its superiors couldn't be expected to make them for it.
It suspected that this was merely an excuse for the counselor to keep trying to 'humanize' the Tento, despite a'Lincoln's stated desire to not do so.
But, a'Lincoln had been told to follow through on each of these items before the week was out. It was practically an order, and it couldn't turn away from an order.
Abruptly turning to its side, as a mousy-looking woman tried passing it in the hallway, a'Lincoln suddenly reached out with an arm to stop the assistant. Physically turning the startled woman towards it, a'Lincoln took a step closer before staring her in the eyes.
"...What is your opinion on yellow?" The Tento asked, without any inflection in its voice.
"I-what? I don't-"
"Do you have any strong emotional responses to yellow?" a'Lincoln again asked, releasing the woman's shoulder and letting its arm fall to its side.
"I-I..." The woman slowly backed away, before darting away "I'm sorry!"
a'Lincoln stood in the hallway for several more seconds watching the woman's panicked retreat, before looking down in thought.
"...I seem to have misjudged the value of the color yellow." The Tento said to itself, before making a note in its infopad.
edited 8th Jul '15 11:57:16 AM by dungeonguy88
"It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves." -C.G. Jung
Dark Eye
CACHE Elysium Mech Hangar
Kit inspected Lunar Symphony, scuttling up and down the metal walkways around his mech. It was, of course, thoroughly inspected by machines and technicians whenever necessary so any damage would have been seen already but he liked to remain familiar with it. He operated it as an extension of his body, so he'd got pretty sentimental towards it. He extended his visor and glowing silver numbers scrolled past as he looked up at it, statistics that he understood but that weren't really his problem when it wasn't in action. Satisfied with the state of his giant robot, he descended onto the floor, his legs clanging on the ground as the eight cybernetics altered themselves, first going from more secure grips to normal feet, then from 8 limbs to 2, all without breaking his stride. Kit looked up the current news and internal reports on his visor as he walked towards the entrance. There hadn't been an attack for quite a while, so they had some kind of celebration. It was nice that people could be happy and everyone was still training so they'd be ready if something did turn up. There was that fancy new machine too, which would help when or if they needed it. His visor retracted back into either side of his facial augmentations as he reached the exit, and he started walking the short distance to the main area of the facility.
Discordian Agent
CACHE Elysium Main Facility
Looking up, as one of the pilots comprising a'Lincoln's squad appeared down the hall, the Tento tilted its head in brief consideration before marching down the hall. Approaching Kit without preamble, a'Lincoln fell in step at his side.
A moment later, it turned to address the pilot, while occasionally glancing its eyes downwards to watch where it was stepping "Hello, Kit Glass...Do you have any notable degree of antipathy towards yellow?"
As per usual, a'Lincoln offered no real context for its unusual interests, not finding its inquiry to be particularly odd.
edited 8th Jul '15 2:27:35 PM by dungeonguy88
"It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves." -C.G. Jung
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
CACHE Elysium Main Facility
I think you need to take the next left....
"Think?... Didn't you download the map?"
You didn't instruct me to.
"O-oh.. yeah.."
Galen walked down the hallway, looking at his phone. Occasionally he'd glance up, to find passers by giving him strange looks.
It can't be that..
He subconsciously put his hand to the back of his head.
No, not that...
Is something wrong?
"No, Aeon I'm fine..."
Uh huh....
What he didn't realize is that it looked like he was talking to himself, Aeon being on his phone and him wearing earphones to hear them.
"Why'd they have to move my mech.."
You know as well as I the answer to that question.
Galen sighs and continues walking and looking at his phone, not realizing he was about to bump into a'Lincoln...
edited 9th Jul '15 1:53:32 PM by Daydre
off the shits
An Awesome Blue.. No, actually, it's not is it?
Seed Esper Elysium, Esper Quarters, Isolation, Outer Ring, 1:00 AM July Seventh 2015
Irelia Jander Vaughn woke up. The room was still pitch black. It was the middle of the night... or was it? She can never really tell because it was all the same once you were inside a room like hers.
Jander reached towards her bedside table, searching in the darkness. Her fingers met with a thin strand of a string. Jander tugged on it lightly and a lamp burst into light, slightly illuminating the room with a weak, ambient light. Its bland white walls were now tinged with orange and shadows stretched out against its entire length.
The lamp was one thing she wanted to have. An archaeic relic that reminded her of times long past... specifically before the dawn of 1999. Jander had meant to become a protector, a guardian of the people but she soon realized that fate never grew tired of playing tricks. So now, I'm a monster instead.
She lay there, looking at the ceiling for what seemed like an hour - or two, it was too easy to get lose track of time in that room. But she was still a guardian, wasn't she? After all, she still fights for Earth... but to her, it didn't seem the least bit like it. Is this the fate of all of us? she thought bitterly. To become the abominations we are trting to destroy? At first glance, she was a perfectly normal human but unknown to others, she was being constantly tormented by a voice inside her head. After the few minutes of self-pity that ensued, she regained herself. After all those years, she had never seemed to be able take that out of her daily routine.
Jander remembered that a new Seelie was to be unveiled today but she couldn't care less about CACHE's endeavours. Thanks to the voice in her head, she had unintentionally driven any hope of returning to them. So I'm stuck here with mercenaries and weird experiments... I'm not so sure that I'm too different myself.
Kill... Kill... Kill...
The voice was there again.
KILL... KILL... KILL...
What's triggering it? Even in an isolated room; not a soul in sight. It was growing louder every second, pounding incessantly in her head. The cybernetic augments in her brain started to work subtly and she felt everything grow sharper. She tried to think of something - anything - to get it out of her head.
Her breathing was heavy now and Jander could feel the sweat building on her face. she writhed in her bed as she tried to fight it.
KILL... KILL! KIIIIILLL! it screamed in her head and Jander found herself screaming as well. It was all too much to bear and she curled up into a ball in resignation.
Then it was gone, fading as fast as it came. She lay there as still as a dead man, the only sign of life was the slight rise and fall of her chest which became sharper and more pronounce as she started to cry.
edited 11th Jul '15 1:23:58 AM by DemKimochis
Actually, call me Dem or Dem Kimos I hope they add a name change soon...
Dark Eye
Kit smiled as a'Lincoln approached, greeting the other pilot. Kit had no objection to eccentric behaviour, so he wasn't at all fazed by the question.
"Hmm... Yellow's alright. There's some cool yellow stuff. Not my total favourite but I definitely don't hate it. You?"
Kit carried on walking as they talked. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going as he didn't have anything specific to be doing at that moment but he figured he'd try to find the rest of the team. As he was thinking that, Galen walked into view. He coughed loudly, trying to politely point out that his two colleagues were about to collide.
"Hey Galen. Something up?"
edited 9th Jul '15 10:06:40 AM by TenebrousGaze
Discordian Agent
CACHE Elysium Main Facility
"There has thus far been no consistent reaction to the color yellow, nor have I discerned any particularly notable positives or neg-" Too consumed with responding to Kit's turn of the question, a'Lincoln failed to pick up on the pilot's attempted warning.
With a surprised grunt it was cut-off as it bumped into Galen, dropping its infopad in the process. Blinking in confusion, the Tento finally took in the sight of the cyborg. A moment later, it slowly cast its gaze back to its dropped pad "Pilot Galen. My apologies."
"It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves." -C.G. Jung
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
"Ah!.. O-oh, I'm sorry.." Galen says nervously, scratching his head. He moves to pick up the infopad.
You should look where you're going...
"I know!"
He turns to Kit. "Well.. They moved my mech, and I'm supposed to do some checkups with it.. I think the map said it was at the end of this hallway, but I'm not entirely sure if that was it."
off the shits
Dark Eye
"I can help with that."
Kit's visor extended again and brought up an overlay map. He seemed to mess around with it for a moment before looking back where he came.
"Ashen Phoenix's down there."
He pointed back to the hangar as the lights on his heads-up display died down again.
"This place gets pretty big, I can understand."
Kit let out a light chuckle, attempting to keep the mood light.
"So... Either of you heard more about the Falchion? I'm kind of out of the loop on that one, although it seems impressive."
Discordian Agent
CACHE Elysium Main Facility
a'Lincoln ends up spending several moments silently watching as Galen moved to pick up her dropped infopad, somewhat detached from the conversation, as its mind latched onto some strange thought.
Only when directly addressed does the Tento get shaken out of its momentary lapse of focus, as it turns its attention towards Kit's question "A high-degree of confidentiality is to be expected with a new Seelie being unveiled. Without contacting someone from R&D or from higher in the chain-of-command you shouldn't expect any reliable intel."
It visibly took a'Lincoln a moment to realize that this was less an opinion, and more of an obvious statement of fact "I-...I have nothing but conjecture to offer, in regards to the Falchion...It's likely to be piloted by a new pilot. Many Seelie-type mechs are customized to suit their pilots, and most pilots won't leave their current units lightly, nor would they be asked to. It wouldn't be surprising if they had a particular individual in mind for this unit, from its very conception..."
After a few moments, a'Lincoln was visibly gauging the reaction of its fellow pilots, apparently wondering if it had played its part in the conversation.
edited 9th Jul '15 2:56:11 PM by dungeonguy88
"It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves." -C.G. Jung
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
"Oh, thank you. No, I don't know anything about the Falchion, oddly enough. I only know what they've revealed to the public.." He hands the infopad back to a'Lincoln. "I've been told it's named after a type of sword, if that means anything..."
off the shits
Discordian Agent
CACHE Elysium Main Facility
a'Lincoln again seemed to hesitate for several moments, before accepting its infopad back. Stowing it quickly in a pocket, it spoke-up without looking back up "It may be intended as a means of psychologically reducing the unit to the status of a weapon. An object, rather than an idea. Singular in-purpose."
"It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves." -C.G. Jung
Military Grade Shitposter
October 2nd, 2003
St. John's, Canada
The Chrysler Bell-Victory was a unique siren. Built during the Second World War and Cold War, and intended to warn of a Soviet nuclear attack, its powerplant was rather unique – instead of an interior mechanical system purpose-built for warning, the Bell-Victory had a Hemi V8 engine dropped in. This resulted in, even for air raid sirens, absolutely insane performance. On a good day, you would be able to hear it from eighty kilometres away – if you were to put one near the Empire State Building, half of Long Island would be able to hear the warning blare out. Shoot it off in fog, and it would turn the fog into rain. Point it at grass, and the sound vibration would light it on fire – a mere moment before the exhaust travelling out at 643 km/h extinguished the ashes and blew them far away.
Naturally, with the threat of the Eldritchians, Canada saw it as a good idea. You'd only need to mount one siren and point it into the air to warn a massive borough. The air raid siren in Newfoundland on that fateful day when Raymus fell upon land carried the engine from a McLaren F1 – whereas the old Firepower engine in a Bell-Victory produced 180 horsepower, the V12 in the McLaren Absolute Warning Siren produced around five hundred. You would be able to warn a mid-sized province with it.
Newfoundland was a mid-sized province.
As the warning alarms blared across the entire province those not in the St. John's Metropolitan Area had to be repeatedly assured that no harm was likely, as everyone across the province could hear it. Later that year the sirens would be decommissioned due to nearly inducing province-wide panic. Of course, for our hero(?), none of this really mattered. All that mattered was that some time ago (one and a half hours) she'd lost her parents and was suddenly alone in a city that seemed absolutely foreboding.
Kristen Johnson, twelve years old, head of brown hair, peeked out across a city street. Abandoned cars and the detritus and litter that built up when you put several million people into the same spot were all that greeted her visually. Audibly? Screeches, gunfire, energy blasts, and explosions. Her home was a warzone. Something was out there, and for all the tyke was concerned it wanted her dead. She ran across the street in a burst of speed that left her panting, before turning to stare back across it.
There was a massive flash of light in the sky as something descended in a cloud of flames, like some esoteric reverse rocket. It got closer – much closer – and were Kristen both A. not scared, and B. twelve, she would have considered it a savior. As the situation went, however, she was a terrified child and she ducked into a nearby building, waiting by the door.
Light stomping. The screech was far off, but it still made her heart pump faster than a fire engine. Is it here? Is it coming for me? The stomping increased in pace steadily, and she scrambled behind the counter and huddled up in the fetal position, sobbing openly, afraid to die. It became so heavy the light fixtures shook, objects fell off the shelves. The cash register smashed into the ground next to her and Kristen let out a shriek in a pitch she had never reached, and would never again reach.
The stomping stopped. The girl didn't dare make a move for fear of being shredded apart. But as she listened, she heard something that couldn't have belonged to an Eldritchian; engines.
She curiously peered over the counter, and stared into the eyes of a soldier carrying a submachine gun. A moment of silence passed.
“...Are you alright?”
Kristen sniffled, wiping her eyes. She shook her head, rent mute by the stress of the situation.
“Don't worry. We've got a tank and a mech outside. We'll get you out of here. Come on out.”
After a moment, she walked out. Wearing a small pair of jeans and a heavy jacket due to the overcast weather, she did not at all look like a good picture. The soldier, in the meanwhile, raised his hand to his ear. “Yeah, this is Rockabye 4-3, we found the kid, I've got her with me. Keep that FASA pilot on the line, Cap, copy?”
Kristen stared up at the soldier, before he switched off his radio. After listening for a few moments he activated the radio to state a quick “Copy, over and out,” before returning his attention to her. “C'mon.”
Kristen walked outside, temporarily stopped by another screech. She noticed the soldier grip his submachine gun tighter, before noticing two vehicles outside. The first was a tank
◊ – a remnant of days long past, almost entirely outmoded in favor of Armor, incapable of doing much more than stalling for time against combat with an Eldritchian. The other was a massive assault robot
◊ – it did not at all look pretty, but it made up for its lack of looks by also looking like it was made of stacked steel cubes.
“Come on, let's get into the tank, alright, b'y? I'll boost you up. Ready?” Kristen nodded, before the soldier picked her up and raised her onto the front of the tank, before climbing up and repeating the process. Once both of them were on the turret the soldier opened the hatch. “Alright. What's your name?”
“Kristen,” she responded.
“Alright then, Kristen... hop in.” The soldier gestured to the open hatch with his trigger hand, and Kristen lowered herself into the tank.
The soldier followed, and a few minutes later, tank and mech moved out.
Kristen was quickly introduced to the tank's crew. As it turned out, “Rockabye 4” was the tank's name – it was the sole survivor of a group of tanks that had bought time for an aid convoy. The man that had found her, who called himself “Danny”, was the tank's loader – he loaded shells into the main gun. Sitting next to her was “Sammy” - she was the tank commander, and oversaw operations, with a fittingly stern face. “Bobby” was the tank's gunner, responsible for operating the main gun and firing on targets. Finally, someone who only called himself “Nitrous” was responsible for driving the tank – and when questioned as to what it was like, everyone else in the turret stated that he had the comfiest seat in the tank.
The ride continued for a few minutes. It was bumpy and loud – even more so with the giant robot alongside it. Kristen looked around the stark-white interior of the tank, crammed into a corner with little room to herself, before Sammy looked over to her and lifted the headset off of her head. Fiddling with it for a moment, she held it out to Kristen. “Hey, Kristen, right?”
Kristen nodded. “The guy in the giant robot wants to talk with you. Is that okay?”
For the first time in the past thirty minutes a smile wormed its way into Kristen's face and she nodded excitedly, placing the headset over her head. It was far too big, but she was still able to hear the “Is she on?” before trying to move it around to see if it wouldn't fall off. She found it was also heavy – much more than she expected – as Danny replied. “Yeah... trying to get the headset to fit her, though. Can't exactly blame her. Don't think the Forces expected twelve year olds to wear radio headsets, huh?” The two shared a moment of laughter before Kristen decided to just hold the earcups next to her ears. She pressed a button on the side and spoke. “Hello?”
There was no response for a few seconds. “Kristen,” said Danny, “you can only speak or listen with a radio. If you want to hear what he has to say, you have to let go of the button.”
A moment passed, where Kristen let out an embarassed, “Oh,” her cheeks burning crimson. Danny laughed. “Eh, don't worry about it, Kristen. Let go, he'll talk.”
As soon as Kristen let go, another man's voice filed in. “So you're the 'Kristen' this tank crew keeps hearing about? Maria Pelletier.”
“Maria?” asked Kristen. “But that's a girl's name!”
Maria laughed. “If you knew how many times I got called that you wouldn't have laughed. Anyways, I'm driving the giant robot outside. Don't think you can see it from in there.”
“Cool! What kind is it?” Kristen's sudden enthusiasm raised morale in the tank as Maria continued. “She's a FASA Dire Wolf. Not very fast, but you won't believe the amount of hits I can take – and what I can do to any poor Eldritchian that stumbles into my path.”
“Whoa!” went Kristen. “How many guns do you have on it?”
“Uh... I have eight laser cannons, two railguns – sort of like regular guns, but they use magnets, so their bullets go really fast – and a missile launcher. There... is a downside, though. You wouldn't believe how hot it is in here. I'm in my underwear right now.”
Kristen giggled over the mic. Maria sighed. “Yeah, I know. But FASA doesn't really know how to cool down the mech that effectively right now, so some of the heat generated by my guns go right into the cockpit. If I wore anything else I'd overheat. D'you know they actually recommend you drive in the nude?”
Kristen fell down with laughter, dropping the headset and bashing her head against the tank. “Ow!” She rubbed her sore head, and picked the headset back up. Down in the cockpit, Nitrous quietly laughed under his breath, taking what he could from this as did everyone else. With the headset again secured via the use of her hands, Kristen thought of a burning question she always wanted to know.
“What's it like to drive that? Is it like a fighter jet?”
Maria laughed. “Actually, yes, it is. I've got a heads-up display in a helmet I'm wearing, but there's a backup HUD on my mech's control console – and if that gets broken, I can still get all of my information from the console. Lots of blinking lights and buttons. And a joystick! I know some Armors pilot differently – some of them use full-body motion. Uh...” After another moment's pause, Maria made a request; “Kristen, I'm being contacted by the aid convoy your parents are in. Could you give me a second?”
Kristen's face lit up with hope, and she waited, headset still over her head. Sammy was watching with a genuine smile on her face. The silence was broken when Maria chimed in over the headset, with an almost ecstatic “Yep! Your parents are in a nearby truck! I'll give you cover, don't worry. Just get out of the tank and book 'er over to 'em!”
Kristen passed the headset over to Sammy, and waited near the hatch. Twenty seconds later, the tank rolled to a stop, and Sammy headed over to open the hatch. “Your parents will be leaning out of the truck, you'll see them!”
With the hatch open, Sammy picked up Kristen and boosted her through. Her head raised to see a convoy of military cargo trucks, her parents leaning out of one in the center.
Kristen lifted herself on top of the tank and free of the hatch as a particle beam raked across the convoy and a screech filled her ears. The last time Kristen saw her parents, they along with six hundred and ninety eight other unfortunate souls were incinerated in a fraction of a second, the trucks detonating in a whirlwind of fire as the Eldritchian termed “Raymus” skated to face the twin machines. Kristen screamed as Raymus charged and fired another particle beam, the child raising her arm to cover her eyes as an explosion deafened her, and she fell off of the tank.
When the pain cleared, and the smoke lifted, she saw that she wasn't dead. The tank hadn't been gone either.
Standing in front of it was the Dire Wolf. It responded to Raymus's particle blast by launching fifteen missiles at it; half of the volley was shot out of the sky, but the rest impacted, and the Eldritchian screeched in pain before the Dire Wolf trundled forwards. Two bursts of fire each from the medium-duty railguns on its frame tore through one of its legs and one of the “wings” of the Eldritchian, before eight green lasers targeted onto its head made it do a very good impression of a watermelon in a microwave.
Music
began to play, and Kristen briefly wondered where it was coming from. It sounded like nothing she had heard before, but it quickly became familiar – in fact, it sounded just like
July 7th, 2015
Elysium Inner Ring
the song from Receiver? Kristen lifted her polychromatic head from the pillow, mind struggling to figure out what was real and what wasn't, before she realized that it was her “You're Fucked” alarm – one set to go off at 10:30 every morning, to put it into perspective that she might've lost a job. It was a cruel joke she loved playing on herself.
She looked down at the pillow, stained with tears she'd cried in her sleep, and wiped her eyes. She bent over her bed to retrieve her smartphone – not exactly cutting edge in a world where you could get an implanted holographic computer with a mini-fabricator – but still useful, and still going strong. It was July Seventh.
Two years to the day, she thought. She looked down at herself. Her body was by no means twelve – it was closer to twenty-five. It was also built rock-solid – directly at the border between “lithe” and “buff”. Given her visible abs, she was going to guess it probably crossed that border, too.
I wonder how I'm still alive. How I'm not dead. She wondered that every time she woke up from that nightmare. This time, however, it was less a nightmare and more a replay – it usually involved no Dire Wolf. It involved painful incineration, every nerve in her body set alight. Pure terror and sleepless nights.
Well, you can masturbate to yourself later, she thought. Make a note to turn off the alarm and go get in the shower. And count your blessings. Kristen rolled out of bed with a rather unceremonious thump before trudging towards the shower.
Thirty minutes later – after an invigorating shower, a nice breakfast, and looking at funny pictures on the VARnet to cheer herself up – Kristen decided she'd check out her mech. FASA MekWorks built tough, and that toughness was probably the reason she was still alive.
It was a cinch to get into the Seed Esper hangers – especially since she was “technically” on 24/7 duty. She didn't explicitly show up for work on the weekends, but would still report if called on regardless of day. One ID card and she was good to go. Even so, “work” mostly just consisted of maintenance and simulator time. She'd fought her fair share of Eldritchians, motivated in a similar way to Batman (whom she had dressed as last Halloween, complete with a guttural mutter of “MY PARENTS ARE DEAAAAAAAAAAD” that had made everyone else wonder if she was nuts), and her current mech was what had seen her through it.
It was a beast.
◊ The fifth-generation Atlas hadn't quite supplanted the fourth-generation mechs – they were still quite numerous – but it was a hunch-backed war machine nonetheless. With a twenty round missile launcher in its chest, another “six-shooter” launcher to its side, four ultraviolet lasers, and a large super-heavy-duty railgun that could tear even the most staunch Eldritchians asunder in a single eight-round burst, it didn't quite possess the firepower of a Dire Wolf, but was a bit faster, and far more intimidating. The Death's Head stared out over the hangar bay. The mech, as part of its recent induction into the “Beauty and the Beast” unit, had been given a new paint job – the black and white of a police Armor, complete with three massive letters stenciled above the reactive armor on its chest.
“MFR,” it read. Maximum Force Responder. The Atlas only engaged the most heinous of Armor criminals – Eldritchians excluded, of course.
To some, it was ugly. To others, it was unshapely. To Kristen Johnson, the Unbreaking Hammer, it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
edited 9th Jul '15 6:22:09 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
The Prince of Foolish Relevations
"Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh, I'm late late late!" These panicky words almost sounding like they came from a plushie, a tomboyishly dressed yet girly looking shrimp of a girl proceeded to run pass several CACHE agents on her way to the Armor Hanger. Those that know the girl would recognize her as Gerald Long's second legally noted daughter, sister to CACHE's own Diablo Girl Faith Long of The Solaris. To the demon girl herself, she was getting very annoyed her little sister was better at running than her.
Stopping and clapping her hands to her knees, the neck-length red hair of Faith Long was quite messy. Giving herself a brief moment to pant, Faith spoke to herself "Seriously, she can't possibly be human..." before looking up to see the Fey Hearts. Bit taken back by them, Faith rubs the back of her neck with her right hand as she visibly considered what to say. Though Faith has a reputation as an extremely successful pilot, the rarity of prolonged interaction with her left little else in people's minds about her.
Pulling her hand away from her neck and standing firmly straight, Faith speaks matter-of-factly to the three "The Fey Hearts have been assigned a mission, please report to Commander Sasha in the Control Room as soon as possible. I'll be along in just a while to provide additional information on your objective." Briefly walking on, Faith stops after only a few feet. "Levi... Levi will be fine, but..." Sucking in a breath and exhaling, Faith spins on her heels to look at the Fey Hearts.
"I advise the three of you to finish your mission as soon as possible, Falchion's pilot is ultimately just testing their Seelie today. If anything goes wrong, there needs to be more of us here to minimalize the damage. She-" Cutting herself short, Faith shouts "Later!" before sprinting after her little sister.
With Faith fading into the background, a twenty year old man with white hair and blue eyes casually following her stops as he looks over the Fey Hearts. Samson Long, the less commonly noted child of Gerald and Fiona, the young man is a generalist among CACHE along with his protégé Leo Mulier. To most, however, Samson is this: "So, did the demon fail at being a robot and slip up about Falchion's pilot? Cause I'll do that if she managed to not blurt the pilot's name."
When most children say they want to become an Armor Pilot when they grow up, they're really saying they want to pilot a Seelie or a Wunderwaffen. While Seed Esper is a respectable company in its own right as well as several others, those with a more romanticized idea of fighting Eldritchians don't really think of it. Thus, you'll find plenty among Seed Esper who were rejected for not being good enough or being too crazy by the Dueling Duo. Ryan Steele and his gynoid minion Amanda Neil, however, just really like science.
Thus with the snoozing twenty year old Melinda by their side, Ryan Steele has just finished acquiring a request from two Russian men acting in service of CACHE Russia's Branch Commander. His flat chested brunette minion looking the two men over as if she noticed something curious, she speaks softly "Something seems off about their request. Though I suppose this gives Seed Esper a chance to find out what Andrew did with his Mentalists..."
Ryan folding his arms behind his head as he leans back in his chair a little, Ryan slams back down and bolt up to his legs before propping one on the table. "Yeah, teenage girls don't commonly run away to another country on a whim. Yet since they came to ask us, they clearly think whatever's going on is okay for us to know... Betting she found out her mother's nothing more than a Life Doll, man that would stink."
Amanda looking up to her creator with confusion in her eyes, she asks innocently "Why would having a gynoid for a mother be bad?" Slapping himself in the face for using that term, Ryan makes an apologetic look with his face and waves his hands as if trying to dismiss what he said- Only for Melinda to speak up "Cause robits don't have souls or some jazz them Anti-Creationists say. Course, they'll also say using genetic engineering to make yourself a twenty year old great-grandma is plain wrong so... Got to ave a point somewhere in their crazy mess."
Looking at Melinda with a twitchy eyebrow, Ryan speaks clearly annoyed "Why exactly aren't you and Gabriel dating? You're both excellently rude so it just seems quite natural." Looking at Ryan unfazed while Amanda curiously looks between them, Melinda picks at her ear before speaking "Cause, already got enough issues with my fifteen year old. Like I'm really gonna add boy stealing on top of that... God, sometimes I wonder if my mom made a girly girl gene for her purely to spite me."
Watching Melinda flick the earwax off her finger, Ryan gets off the table and slinks into the corner. Tapping his own VARgauntlet to open an AR contact list, nanomechanical goop slides down from his scalp and forms into a pair of glasses. Scrolling the list for a suitable Seed Esper unit, Ryan calls out casually "Hey, Amanda, Melinda, you guys think Beauty & Beast can handle this mission?"
Melinda giving a bored look and Amanda just a sweetly curious expression, Melinda to Ryan's surprise speaks up "Kristen takes after my own heart complete with an ugly bastard for a robot, while Irelia's a budding homicidal maniac who dances with an elven queen... Yeah, I think they cut the right message. Know they can trust them, yet also know they'll give them elective surgery if Beauty & Beast get pissed off."
Opening his mouth to say something, Ryan just sighs as he shakes his head instead. His eyes set on the virtual button for Beauty & Beast, Ryan makes a small twitch of his cheek to open dual logs. Tapping his gauntlet again to send a text recording of the mission rewards, Ryan speaks towards the logs "You have been assigned this mission to investigate the freelance Armor team Ars, supposedly the group runaway Alena Anechka is with. Her father, Alexei Anechka, is CACHE Russia's Base Commander. In addition, separate from this mission, Seed Esper would like for you to find out why Andrew Johnson hasn't brought in his five-piece VESTA for repairs to his Mentalists yet."
His words subscribed into the logs as he spoke, once finished he makes a small twitch with the same cheek to send the messages off. Turning off his VARgauntlet, Ryan sighs and calls out "Hey, wasn't Einmal suppose to send someone? Little kid or something, or is he coming his on his own accord? Man, wish Einmal would send clear cut times when one of them are going to visit..."
"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."
It was a dark moonless night, a cold wind blowing over the city. Millions of people were sleeping in their homes dreaming of their futures, blissfully unaware of what was to come. Outside the city; a laboratory owned by Einmal sat busy even with the cold frost outside.
Suddenly without any warnings or alarms, a huge pressure shockwave was released from directly above the lab. The shockwave sent loose debris everywhere by the with devastating force causing huge amounts of damage. Though before anyone could even react to the devastation a second wave immediately struck; this time a thermal wave that caused every surface that was exposed to the outside air within the nearby vicinity to begin to freeze over almost instantly.
The Eldritchian quickly made impact at the shockwave epicentres destroying the lab in the process. It was a creature that could only be described as some horrific ball of circular maws held together by undulating red flesh. The Eldritchian sphere after impact was buried half-way into the ground. It seemingly remained stationary after the impact, though its frozen influence continued to spread. Once the Armor Units arrived they faced the unfortunate problem that each and every strike against it caused the object or projectile to simply freeze and form additional pieces of frozen shelling. When the Eldritchian was eventually destroyed it released one final shockwave of its gathered thermal energy incinerating the immediate surroundings. Few remnants of the Eldritchian survived the blast.
Investigations discovered it had been slowly digging a long tunnel deep into the earth towards Elysium; the remnants of these tunnels exist even now. There were no recorded infections; all who got close enough to its vital fluids were killed by the intense cold. There were a large number of casualties including all members of staff at the annihilated Einmal facility; one such scientist was Lucus' father who had been visiting the facility for a couple of weeks. The Eldritchian was given the name Frozen Burrow.
Albion Highschool, Hanger , 9:01 AM
Shaking his head slightly the teenage boy wakes from his slumber. Parting the brown hair from in front of his eyes as he is awoken by the broadcast. His sleepy eyes looking around the room he awoke in.
"What am I doing in the Hanger?" He asked to himself.
His smartphone lightning up at the question. "You already know that answer. You fell asleep while working late here last night."
"Then why didn't you wake me up so I could get back home?"
"If I had woken you up, you would have just continued working and gotten even less sleep."
Lucus looked around at circuit boards and various parts on the desk. They were nothing major, just his own tests for new possible additions to his Armor. He cleared the desk, putting the parts away before looking at himself.
"Agaris I don't have any classes today, correct?"
"That is correct, you have no classes today. However I would like remind you that you got multiple messages informing you that you were to go the Seed Espers facility today."
"That is today? I thought it was later this week." Lucus said redundantly as he finished packing up. Grabbing his bag from bellow the desk and his phone from on it at moving towards his Armor. He never gave the frame a official name and its coded name. 'Wunderwaffen Prototype CC 461' was a annoyance to use so he just refereed to it as Agaris' Frame.
Climbing up the various parts into the Armor and dropping himself inside. The Armor had an old skeleton but almost all the main components were new. Lucus knew each pieces job and purpose, he installed the majority of them. Reaching down into his duffle bag bellow the seat and draws a black and transparent crystalline blue box which was Agaris' core. Opening the panel right of the main console and slotting Agaris' core into the Armor. The systems lighting up frantically as Agaris took full control of the Armor. Lucus closed the hatch he climbed through and locked himself into the seat and looking over the control panel.
"Agaris I should head to home first and clean up before going to the Seed Espers place." Lucus says to Agaris who now inhabited the whole Amror.
"That would be a good idea. I will pilot the Wunderwaffen there; Elysium does not need you causing havoc because you were piloting before fully waking up." The voice now coming from the on board computers.
Time passes as Lucus returns home, has a shower, gets changed and stops for breakfast on route to the Seed Esper facility.
Seed Esper Elysium, Lobby , 11:09 AM
Lucus later in a hurry enters the lobby seemingly arguing with himself, though in reality it is with Agaris on his phone. "I know, I know should have already been here. I thought getting something to eat would have been a good idea, you normally tell me that."
"Getting something to eat is fine but you did not need to wait around for half an hour at a place whose queue was that long already." Agaris replied; her core in Lucus' bag as usual.
As Lucus looked around the unfamiliar lobby for someone to talk to. His orders were never that clear on who he was suppose to visit or even why. His duffle bag over his left shoulder and a headphones down near his neck but loud enough for Agaris' voice to heard by Lucus. Agaris' Frame is currently powered down somewhere outside the building.
edited 10th Jul '15 7:05:33 AM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
Discordian Agent
CACHE Elysium Main Facility
a'Lincoln watched impassively as this unusual scene took place, its gaze following as first Levi darted past them, then Faith, only taking the time to nod as it received orders.
Nodding along as the Diablo Girl let it be known that she would part of the briefing, a'Lincoln slowly raised a hand and waved as she left "...Later."
About ready to calmly march off to meet with Commander Sasha, a'Lincoln again paused at Samson's approach. Blinking at what it found to be an unusual question "How could we know if she blurted out said pilot's name or not, without first knowing that pilot's name?"
edited 10th Jul '15 7:33:37 AM by dungeonguy88
"It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves." -C.G. Jung
Dark Eye
Kit looked blank for a moment before something clicked. Levi. That would explain the secrecy and the running. He couldn't be perfectly sure but it made sense. The thing was going to be powerful, so it needed someone they trusted but, as a'Lincoln said, a Seelie and its pilot were not easily separated.
"Well, I'm sure she's up to it. High expectations, I'm sure."
He turned round, heading towards the control room now, and looked back at the others.
"You ready?"
Discordian Agent
CACHE Elysium Main Facility
"We should proceed with all haste, if we are being assigned to an operation..." a'Lincoln quietly agreed, before turning its gaze towards Samson "...provided there is nothing else that is needed of us here?"
edited 10th Jul '15 7:33:49 AM by dungeonguy88
"It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves." -C.G. Jung
Military Grade Shitposter
Seed Esper Hangar Bay
11:03 AM
Kristen, with nothing else to do, had found herself running diagnostics for the seventy-fourth time this week on her Atlas. Why they wanted constant diagnostics for the thing, they had never said; but she supposed it was worth sitting through the bullshit if she wanted to keep a job. In the meanwhile, she found various ways to keep herself amused.
Three-quarters of the way through her phone vibrated in her pocket and she whipped it out, noting that she'd had a new message – from the Seed Esper upper echelons, no less. She pressed play.
“You have been assigned this mission to investigate the freelance Armor team Ars, supposedly the group runaway Alena Anechka is with. Her father, Alexei Anechka, is CACHE Russia's Base Commander. In addition, separate from this mission, Seed Esper would like for you to find out why Andrew Johnson hasn't brought in his five-piece VESTA for repairs to his Mentalists yet.”
Oh, look, an actual mission, thought Kristen. Her reply was professional.
“Copy that. I'm gonna start suiting up. Give me the last known locations of Ars and ol' Andrew and I'll go check things out. Hopefully I won't get stuck in a traffic jam, because if I do... eh, I'll pay the cleaner costs. Kristen out.”
Cancelling the diagnostics she leisurely pulled herself up and out of the cockpit and towards the Suit-Up Area - which was downstairs, and a short elevator ride away. Thankfully, FASA had managed to come up with a fifth-generation “cooling suit” so that one didn't need to pilot bereft of clothing – in fact, the cooling suit allowed FASA to entirely remove climate control from their mechs, as the suit could handle it. It was skintight, but she didn't necessarily mind it too much considering the only person that'd see her pilot was her.
edited 10th Jul '15 8:52:33 AM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
The Prince of Foolish Relevations
Gently smiling when a'Lincoln asked her question, Samson just keeps his hands slid into his pockets as he listens with his eyes closed to their words. Tapping his foot lightly, Samson casually looks towards a'Lincoln when she asked her second question. One little half-smile opening, he replies nonchalantly "Yeah, if you see Leo in the Control Room, tell him I'll be back soon. If you see him curled up into a little ball, ask someone what happened. Oh, and bioroid?"
Leaning forward a bit with his hands still in his pockets, Samson speaks with a cheeky ring "Study the Mulier family, they're all quite bad at lying and Faithy's no exception. I, however, am an excellent liar and manipulator." "Only because of me..."
Snapping back his back and proceeding to casually walk off, Samson pulls out one hand to wave along with the words "We're such a messed up place". Jauntily whistling, Samson eventually exits sight as he approaches the Armor Hanger.
There are many things one expects from a CACHE Base or Branch Commander: Seriousness, the ability to successfully command, and knowing everyone's names. Sasha Brandon fits these perfectly, to the extent some wonder if she's a mother. Commanding in her presence, unwilling to put up with people's nonsense and saying names like they're a sweet melody to her ear. However, people also wonder the story behind how the entire right side of her body got covered in scars. Sasha finds herself thinking about it a lot.
Right fist holding up her face, the thirty eight year old woman merely sighs. "Still can't believe they're making Levi use the Life Siphon, poor child isn't even meant for piloting. Though, speaking of poor children..." Turning her face to see the shrunken image of Leo Mulier typing at their pad, Sasha lets loose a simple "Hey" to get the child's attention.
The fourteen year old snapping to attention, one redden green eye visible beneath their blonde hair, Leo carefully looks Sasha over before typing at their pad. "~What do you want?~" was all Leo wrote, showing the message to her than having it play. Letting out a soft sigh, Sasha straighten ups her pose before speaking gently to the child. "I need a status report on the Western Elysium Field, its time for the Fey Hearts to go."
Blinking a few time at the older woman's words, Leo quickly turns to the pad and searches. Finding what was requested, Leo types "~Aurora Destroyer hasn't surfaced yet, though the aquatic Fey Touched population has dropped by five percent in these two hours. The staff for Underground Hatch 005 is starting to get worried it'll notice them soon as its been noted looking in their direction several times. What they managed to record of Aurora's physical presence makes it clear it doesn't have an efficient healing factor, as the Eldritchian still has clear burns and scars.~"
Bringing her hands to her lips, Sasha closes her eyes briefly in thought before looking down at Leo. "So it'll be possible to bring it in alive, I suppose that's one good thing about it surviving all this time. Very well, Leo, please prepare to record the mission briefing the Fey Hearts will be receiving." Leo lightly nodding and returning to their own little world, Sasha turns her chair to face the entrance to the Control Room waiting for the pilots to arrive.
Having already responded, saying "Ars hasn't been seen doing any jobs recently, though given Andrew is a contender in this season's Super Robot Tournament they have likely stayed home in Social District 8", Ryan had his back sliding against the wall. Starting to groan, Ryan stops when he hear Melinda state bored "Hey, the kid showed, pretty obvious with how he's arguing with himself."
Peeling himself off the wall and looking through the one-way window of the private room to find a teenager wandering around, Ryan's hand reaches for the door... But stops when he notices Gabriel approaching the boy. Muttering soft "no"s, Melinda lightly chuckling, all Amanda had to offer was "That's quite unfortunate, hopefully I can convince the boy we're not barbarians."
To the boy in question, it becomes apparent very quickly the five foot ten figure covered entirely in black is approaching him. Stopping just a few feet away from Lucus, the black clad figure visually looks him over. The man's left hand going for his face, he pops off half of his mask to reveal an apparently Hispanic sixteen year old. His almost black eye settles on Lucus, and he speaks with a voice not unlike a stereotypical teen character "Well well well, it seems someone ordered the apocalypse early. Tell me, where must I go to be exterminated with all the other pitiable Fey Touched? I would end myself, but as an arrogant thing I don't really want to."
Before Lucus could be forced to respond, a young brunette woman rapidly closes in on them and cries "I'm terribly sorry! He's just not very friendly to anyone!" Stopping just a few feet further away than the Fey Touched man, the woman clasps her hands together and speaks once more "I'm Amanda Neil, subordinate for Seed Esper developer Ryan Steele. Are you the person Einmal sent to examine Hera? We heard they're quite curious about our new Esper."
edited 10th Jul '15 1:11:11 PM by Kkutwar
"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."
Discordian Agent
CACHE Elysium Main Facility
Nodding at Samson's request regarding Leo, a'Lincoln nearly turns away before realizing that the man had something further he wanted to say.
Tilting its head at the strange advice, the Tento blinked before replying "Very well, I shall."
Apparently thinking to itself for a moment, it nodded to its fellow squad mates, before it began marching towards the briefing room. Walking along, it pulled out its infopad, before reviewing its list of goals once more.
"It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves." -C.G. Jung
That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
Too nervous to speak much, Galen had just kept his mouth shut these past few minutes. Something about Samson bothered him. Maybe it was the open admittance to being good at lying.
"..."
He then follows after a'Lincoln.
edited 10th Jul '15 1:52:19 PM by Daydre
off the shits
Dark Eye
Kit quietly observed the discussion, feeling a little awkward about the exchange. He didn't have anything nice or effective to say, so he didn't say anything more to Samson.
"Alright guys, lets' move."
Kit increased his pace as the Fey Hearts moved through the corridors, heading towards and eventually into the control room.
edited 10th Jul '15 1:59:57 PM by TenebrousGaze
As the fey-touched man approached, Lucus stopped his wandering and stood looking up at him. Listening to his comments before Amanda introduces herself. His face turns into a smile and a lighthearted chuckle at what was said by the first individual before recovering.
Agaris switching herself to loudspeaker during the laughter. "You are indeed correct in your assessment. We have indeed been sent by Einmal though we were given few details of our exact purpose here."
Lucus looked down at his pocket where the Agaris' voice came from, before looking up at Amanda, "Lucus, Lucus Lockheart." he says giving a friendly smile. "The voice you just heard was my personal AGI companion, Agaris."
"It is also a pleasure to meet you both. I must note that Lucus has no such ideals for Fey Touched, unlike certain others in Einmal" Agaris states.
Lucus gives a dismissive hand to Agaris' comment. "Lets not get any arguments going." he says directed clearly at the Fey Touched individual before returning attention to Amanda. "If it isn't a problem could you fill me in on this a bit, Einmal skims on the details sometimes." One of Lucus' hands at the back of neck awkwardly asking that.
edited 10th Jul '15 3:57:53 PM by darkdestinysoul
"After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began."
The following three sections are mainly to give an impression of things, and set up or mention some eventually important things. Besides that, until I have a character address you guys, just feel free to write what you will
Tap... Tap... Tap... *Sigh* Sitting before an archaic computer monitor, the screen having once been active with opened files it now merely showed an image of a sweetly smiling twenty year old woman dressed in white with three children in front of her. "Sarah, just what the hell is going to happen? No Eldritchian attacks so far this year, hearing people muse they might all be gone... Something just isn't right. Why would they even need to worship a god? Is that some kind of supreme Eldritchian? Then there's Einmal, what would they do if they found out about the captive Eldritchians... Would the Fae be in danger from them then? Sign..."
Sliding his grey pen into his left pocket, the black haired man stood up from his chair. Sketching out and hearing some audible cracks, Cornelius Hawking looks around his sealed chamber. The holographic walls constantly showing sketches of Seelie blueprints, Pilot Data, and many others Cornelius lazily scratches at the back of his neck with his right hand. "Mella, what's the status of The Falchion and her pilot Levi Long?"
Soft chirping noises ringing throughout the chamber, a holographic image of a teenage girl with insectoid wings and blonde ringed black hair forms behind Cornelius cutely posed. Pouting slightly at Cornelius for not actually turning to look at her, Mella huffs before speaking mildly offended "The Life Siphon Piloting Chair has just been completed, and Levi was showing some anxiously earlier. Her sister managed to console her, though her father Gerald still hasn't actually explained the Life Siphon System to her. I don't think Gerald really wants his baby girl fighting like her big sister... Oh! The Falchion Acrobat seems fully stable, and The Falchion's Emergency Auto-Piloting Functionality is working perfectly! Lastly, she should be finished on July Seventh, as all that's left is just the Aegis Excalibur and some work on her flight capabilities. Hey, do you think the Vile Angels will be jealous their little sis gets a Seelie made after Zero La-"
Noticing Cornelius' right hand clench, Mella abruptly stops before cautiously continuing "Hey, what happened? Did something come up with Einmal? Or... did James do something? Because if nothing happened with either of them, I don't understand why you'll be bothered by mentioning Zero Lament. Really, a shining knight... Ooh, who doesn't love that gorgeous machine! If he was an AGI I would gladly share my data with-"
"Please, I'm not in the mood Mella." Pulling back in confusion, Mella tilts her head to the left and blinks a little even though Cornelius still isn't looking at her. "Being the Abyssal King means I must carefully examine everything that happens in this world. I received a report from Lying Cloth that the Alten are trying to replicate the 00 for something called 'Project Salvation'. They also told me it has a connection with the rumored Mark II Wunderwaffen. Knowing the Alten, I am... Worried what'll happen."
Frowning a little, Mella awkwardly crosses her arms behind her back and starts swinging her right leg, causing Cornelius a smile slightly. Finally turning around to Mella, she smiles wide before hugging him and burying her head into his chest. Giving her a fatherly smile, Cornelius gently strokes her holographic hair before quietly speaking "Don't worry daughter, I can do that for everyone. Whatever happens, I will protect CACHE... everyone, no matter what. It is we who drive destiny, so I won't sit back as everything crumbles. Now, why don't you visit your brothers and sister? I'm sure they've been waiting for you before watching today's Tournament match."
Pulling back from Cornelius, Mella lightly bows before smiling and waving, holographic body breaking up with the cry "Bye!" before the room returned to only having The Abyssal King in it. Sighing audibly once more, Cornelius pulls a silver face mask from his coat. Putting it on, his entire attire changes into silver with trims of purple, elegant rosy designs appearing as a five point crown formed on his head. His hair becoming colored silver, Cornelius looks at the wall behind his computer... Which opens up to reveal a large meeting room, where eight others have already gathered. Stepping through the brief doorway, Cornelius sits next to the young woman in a white wedding dress...
And the Abyssal King turns to his subjects, calling out in a stoic naturally deep voice "I, the Abyssal King, will like to open this meeting about preparations for the Eldritchian Invasion."
*Warning, this unit has received critical damage, the odds of your survival against this enemy has dropped to 2%, you must flee before-* "The hell do you keep talking!? I'm not a freaking idiot you piece of shit!" Standing at six meters, looking at the Eldritchian Vile Saint, the red VESTA snarls as it clutches the remains of its left torso. Retracting its leg locks, the Red VESTA quickly repositions its back boosters and leaps to the left to avoid the carving beam of light. Cracking the ground under foot slightly, the Red VESTA broadcasts malicious laughter towards the Vile Saint. The eyeless white creature looking like various nuns melded together gently turning towards the Red VESTA, its multitude of hidden mouths split wide into mischievous grins.
"Yeah, that's right you body eating asshole, smile like you're fucking winning! Crimson Exosso and I have just been playing with you! Now Exosso, with the marrow of my body we'll crucify that abomination!" *I must advise, excessive use of Thorn Initiative will leave you critically-* "My god, just do it!"
The Crimson Exosso raising and pointing its right arm at the Vile Saint, palm outstretched, melodious humming comes out of the Eldritchian's mouths- Which finally find themselves impaled with blackened spears of bone, flying from the Exosso's palm every ten seconds. Suddenly Vile Saint's circular halo of bended light angles itself to match the same path of Exosso's bone, intense rippling in the air within the halo. "Oh come on!" Pulling back the Exosso's arm, its back boosters angle downward and bends its legs ready to jump...
Instead the new beam of light obliterates the Crimson Exosso's torso and cockpit, falling with an echoing thud into the ground. The air suddenly starting to shimmer as the Vile Saint's melody intensifies, with pillars of light being erected near it- Gabriel Jones screeches as he slams open the lid for the VARnet Training Chamber. "The hell was that you pricks!? The freaking Vile Saint couldn't make light pillars! And that melody! God, the hell!?"
One blue haired man chuckling uncontrollably up in the Viewing Chamber, Gabriel has a blacked spear of bone pierce through his right arm as he aims it at the blue haired man. "The hell was so funny, huh!? You got an Eldritchian fetish or something!? No sane person laughs at that!" The blue haired man struggling to keep upright, the others in the chamber begin to move away from him. Finally calming himself down, the blue haired and gold eyed man smiles down at Gabriel Jones.
"Sorry, sorry, but I heard you're an avid gamer. I thought you would recognize those light pillars from Arcana Lux's boss fight in Arcana Blades II. Though yeah, I really shouldn't have laughed at your failure... Vile Saint really looked like it was having fun so I should of been clapping instead!" Gabriel Jones screaming nonsensically, he pulled back his arm and snapped it forward, the bone spear soaring at the Viewing Chamber's glass- And harmlessly bouncing off, with three more following it. Letting his right arm go limp and grabbing at it with his left, Gabriel pants a little.
"Man, I can see why you didn't try joining CACHE. Angry kid like you wouldn't be allowed anything there. Though I'm honestly wounded, that such a fan of the Super Robot Tournament couldn't recognize this season's host. Thought I was delightfully quirky enough, or was I just be privately silly? Sometimes I can't really tell without my dear sweet nurse by my side. God she is such an awesome nurse..."
Looking up and squinting at the blue haired man, Gabriel suddenly stumbles upon recognizing him and begins fumbling with his suit. Fully certain its all zipped up, Gabriel turns his eyes to his Kaiser-Neo watch worried glances going from it to the blue haired man as he tries to call someone. "Kid, you really don't need to tell all your friends. I've been here the last three hours wanting to see your combat skills against a replica Eldritchian. I've already judged Solaris Faith and Runic Ruin's combat skills, so they'll certainly be tough foes for you if you want to make the semi-finals."
Freezing at the man's words, Gabriel slowly turns to look at the blue haired man and stares for a bit. "You... Uh, Mister Cresting thinks I'm good enough to see in person? I-I just, you know, d-do my j-job and every... Um..." Jumping upright as an icicle suddenly touched Gabriel's nose, Mister Cresting kindly laughs. "Make it to the finals and I'll tell. You. Why. Okay? I have to go now, big preparations for the next round and everything. See ya in dataspace kid."
With that Mister Cresting leaves the Viewing Chamber, Gabriel standing there in awe for a moment- Until Exosso's voice emits from his Kaiser-Neo watch *I was informed you were nineteen years old and that Mister Cresting is only twenty two. Have I received false information?* Punching his watch and wanting to yell, Gabriel instead slumps to his knee uttering "Why the hell are you my Mentalist?"
The onscreen young woman, Melissa Winters poking at her hair not noticing the broadcast is live, her white haired companion slams his face into his palm. Looking at the slightly younger man confused, Melissa is startled in her seat upon realizing the broadcast is up. Quickly composing herself, Melissa smiles sweetly before speaking "Go~ood morning people of Elysium! With clear skies for all day today and no sightings of giant metal death cans from the Detection Stations in space, it'll be an excellent day! Even more excitingly, CACHE will be revealing their new Seelie The Falchion at 2:45 PM today. With another marvelous defender of humanity growing the fold, Elysium will be even more peaceful than before!"
The young man next to her scoffing, he picks his head up from his hand and stretches a bit. "Though CACHE is unrevealing a new Seelie, we have yet to receive any information on its pilot. Is it a strong man, who cuts voices silent with his presence? An Acrobat somehow capable of piloting such a machine? Or maybe for you per-ah, respectable sorts, is the pilot a precious young girl who wants to please her sister the mysterious Diablo pilot of The Solaris? Wouldn't that be a twist, the Devil's Daughter having Mary Christ as her baby sister."
Melissa affectionately bumping her shoulder into the white haired boy, he looks away as Melissa holds her hands together giving a cheerful look "Whatever the case, let The Falchion's Pilot know your opinion! Now, in other news, we have received reports that two special guests will be making an appearance alongside this season's Super Robot Tournament Host Samson Cresting. Who are these two? Friends, famous celebrities, or maybe... Robots!? Whatever the case, they're sure to be a treat! Back to you Cambion~!"
Briefly looking Melissa in the eye, 'Cambion' sighs before laying back to his chair "Whether it be the acts of Heaven or my infernal origins, I just can't catch a break with her. Well, saving the best for last, it is our pleasure to announce CACHE will be funding a celebration for all of Elysium to celebrate an entire seven months without an Eldritchian attack. Break out your contraband boys and girls, cause this celebration is going to be a nightmare to clean up. If you're still conscious, congratulations, you now know the celebration has already been in motion since the 1st. In just three days everything will be ready, and a hundred children will be conceived on the same night. Looking at you you crazy robots of Cybernetic Unbounded."
The broadcast switching to a brief rundown of statistics such as crime and stock, 'Cambion' yawns before placing his head on the desk. Melissa looking at him, she gently shakes him before speaking "Hey, you can't go to sleep, Levi's counting on you for support!" Sluggishly waving her off, Melissa softly sighs before getting up from her seat. Frowning a bit on spotting a sleeping red haired sixteen year old girl, Melissa walks over to the girl and brings her mouth to her ear before whispering.
"Then, the handsome mug of Papa Gerald faded, shifting beneath a bizarre veil as his shirt unbuttoned itself..." The girl's face starting to look uncomfortable, Melissa continues in a growingly sultry voice "Grabbing you into his arms, sweeping you off your feet, a new yet familiar face begins to appear as the now changing figure leans in to passionately kiss you... For this new man, was the entire time, your... One... True... Samson Long..."
Opening her eyes and giving Melissa a horrified look, the red haired girl pushes the twenty three year old woman from her. "My god, you're disgusting Melissa..." Melissa looking fearfully at the teen girl's serious expression, the girl's right fist clenching... The two are barely able to stifle their laughter, the younger girl's arm curling around her waist as she tried before letting loose a sigh of relief.
"Seriously, I can see why you don't want people connecting your PR work to your old comics. So, watcha want hmm? Levi's still asleep, and Serena is off with the Vile Angels catching some super Fey Touched. Oh, finally decided you wanted to propose to my Solaris? I have to tell ya, I am one mean momma so how shall you prove yourself worthy to have my giant robot daughter's hand?"
Melissa outright chuckling at that, Faith frowns slightly and says utterly seriously "I do not kid when it comes to my precious Solaris and her suitors." Flashing a goofy grin at Melissa then, Faith issues for her to speak by making a 'come here' gesture. Clearing her throat, Melissa stands upright and pulls a small clipboard from her coat. Quickly going over it with her eyes, Melissa stows it away again and speaks seriously.
"The Fey Hearts are going to need know your experience with the Eldritchian Aurora Destroyer, its weakened form has been found off the coast from the Western Elysium Field. We've presently managed to seal off the area, but we don't know exactly how long we'll have until someone from Einmal questions it."
With that Faith's face goes dead serious, arm hanging by her sides as she considered what to do. The traitor must be eliminated my body
edited 6th Jul '15 10:22:09 PM by Kkutwar
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