Morning
Dia had been creating her character and filling her sheet via her Scroll- she had her character in mind already. Seeing James and Gage leave from the kitchen to go and set up the G&G game in the Lounge, she follows them.
Being rather concerned, she asks James if he needed help carrying with a good bit of concern in her voice and expression. "James, do you need help?"
Night
Dia was sleeping quite early this night, while a rather loud metallic sound woke her up. "Hrm..."
She looks around and sees that her partner isn't around. (Where has Gage gone? Please tell me he didn't go and do something reckless)
Ah, if only she knew what Gage was doing tonight...
Dia gets up and leaves her room, still in her white bedtime clothing.
edited 3rd Jul '16 7:45:59 PM by ironcommando
...eheh
"I wonder if this is how it feels for you fleshy folks to fight those monkey-looking Grimm." Halle commented as the tank took aim. When the missiles shot off, Halle reeled herself in at high speeds with a violent whirr noise, attempting to go straight past the missile by being too close for it to safely detonate without harming the tank too.
Night Fight
Cerise followed up with a leg sweep that threw the guy off balance, then clutched the back of his head to drive his face into the ground. She stood, one foot standing on his back, then twirled her baton.
"Those footprints from earlier were recent," Cerise said. "Unless it's a coincidence, the goons who cleared out of here but were close enough for an ambush might've known we were coming."
Another figure came at Cerise with a mace, but Cerise struck its handle with her baton, sending it flying right out of his hands. He held his shock-buckler up. Cerise extended her telescopic baton, then twirled and swung the handle at his feet, tripping him up. In one fluid motion, Cerise reached forward to grab his arm and twist it, stripping the shock-buckler out of his hands and claiming it for her own. Her other hand struck him mid-air with the paw end of her polearm, a gut-punch that sent him flying towards Gage utterly defenseless.
"And if they knew we were coming—"
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
Morning.
Focused on getting to the table or simply a desk in the lounge room, the youth was afraid of turning around to respond, lest he drop everything he was carrying and just kept moving forwards.
"Um, w-well, if I've dropped s-something, um, that would h-help. A-Again, I a-appreciate it, but...I can handle t-this, I mean...I need to, otherwise..."
James simply sighed, finally managing to reach somewhere to sit down and dropping everything onto the table.
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
Night on the Town
"Don't think I'm done yet you bastard!"
Suddenly, the cat faunus's aura started to flow through her body, as she used her semblance to concentrate it into her arms, and then outward into Moonlight Overture. There was a harsh whirring and wining as the blades sprouted teeth, ripping like a chainsaw as she focused on utterly destroying the mech, not caring about the missiles.
Combat mode, engage
Night on the town
Scarlet would have facepalmed if she could do so without dropping her teammate. What did I say about watching yourself? But no, leave me with the hard job.
The biker quickly whipped the chain down before bringing it right back up as she pulled, effectively moving Selene under the rockets so the attack could continue without the catgirl being hurt.
-dramatic music ensues-
Past Midnight, Abandoned FOB, Exterior Grounds, Vale
"Then this all goes deeper." Gage's fist crashed into the incoming thug's face in a contemptuously-easy backhand. More threw themselves into the fight as one armored riot-opponent danced into range, wielding two stun-batons. Another quartet had slid past the duo and were intent on the red-headed biker.
The guidance systems had locked on their targets; Selene's airborne body and Halle's bulkier form. But just as they'd come close enough to detonate, the robot girl's onboard winch system and Scarlet's strength zipped them too fast for the missiles to correct.
The munitions exploded behind them and the first Maghariba was suddenly beset, its quadripedal form bucking and spinning in place. Its partner crept forward, its heavy flamer hissing in preparation.
Past Midnight, Abandoned Block, Vale
The targets were proving far harder than they thought. One of the voices tsked in slight annoyance.
Somewhere closer to the FOB, a pile of rags moved and began to assemble a weapon.
But if any of the combatants had been paying attention to their surroundings before the skirmish, they might have noticed the older signs. Signs reminiscent of old trails. Strange runes on the back of a defaced street sign.
On an intersection close to the battle, far from the lines of approach, a scrawl of primitive-looking runes.
Morning, Dorm Sakura Student's Lounge
"So how's this work, Jimmy?" Gage was rolling dice in his fingers, pencil behind his ear as he digested the arcane-looking entries upon the sheet. He followed the instructions on one of the flyers as best he could, opting for a conventional build for his character, putting his focus on Dexterity and Wisdom.
Makes sense though. Three quick shots do the job of one heavier hit.
Night Fight
Cerise charged forward into the armored riot thug's first swing, bashing her shock buckler against his stun baton. This caused both devices to explode, though neither of them were particularly scathed thanks to their respective armor.
Taking advantage of the confusion and the smoke, Cerise swung her baton low, leading into a devastating strike to the thug's solar plexus region. He doubled over slightly, but his arm swung in from the side, pressing his stun baton to Cerise's shoulder and delivering a jolt of incapacitating electricity.
Cerise groaned, pain shooting through her body, and stumbled back a step before she regained her balance. This level of pain wasn't even an obstacle to her. Her other hand discarded the charred remains of the shock buckler and tightened around the thug's remaining stun baton, much to his surprise.
"Hey, gimme that," she said.
Her paw-like gauntlet, insulated for the very purpose of dealing with electrically-armed thugs like this, tugged at the stun baton. Reflexively, the thug tossed his other broken stun baton aside and punched Cerise in the face. Unfortunately, Cerise stumbled back and yanked his perfectly working stun baton out of his hand. Cerise paused while staring at her feet. She started to laugh, and when she looked up, her grin reached from ear-to-ear. Maybe it was just the punch to the face, but her face was flushed red.
"C'mon, hit me," she said. She licked her lips. "Humiliate me. I won't feel anything unless you really make it hurt."
Night on the Town
Halle mounted the machine's thorax and played a combination of predatory Grimm Howls as her head wrenched backwards, tearing the armor plating clear off that little bit where the lower body connected to the vertical column holding the weapons. She hunched predatorily over its now exposed machine guts and flung her hands forwards, getting herself well and truly entrenched in it, then bent her arms at the elbow and pulled up with her legs firmly planted on the body, trying to tear out as much of the Maghariba's innards as she could manage.
"Oh?", Suzune's intrest peaked up a bit as she swished her tail to the side, "You wish to do that now then?"
Ignore this.
edited 12th Jul '16 9:04:29 PM by SirSteelman
Night on the Town
"Aight, this is ending now!" Selene said as she forced the blades to pincer the mech even more, applying more and more pressure with her increased strength, sparks flying, until she the great chainsaw style blades finally pierced through the out armor, and now without resistance ripped through the target. The blades of Moonlight Overture having completely bisected the target, Selene disengaged the chainsaw form, and locked into shotgun mode, let go of the chain and jumped backwards, firing off the twin shotgun blasts to launch her away from the target, before gathering the aura used for her semblance in her hands and releasing it in a great blast to decimate what remained of the mech before landing gracefully on the ground.
Rise Above Fate
Night on the Town
Mere moments after the first Maghariba fell, those within the FOB would hear a guttural roar emanating from somewhere behind them as a tall, pale man clad in furs and wearing what one would hope was red warpaint
◊ emerged from a tunnel, two crude Katar clenched tightly in his fists.
After a few moments, roughly a dozen similarly dressed individuals flanked the first man, the lot of them wielding a variety of arms, most of them being either primitive looking axes and spears or heavy tools like crowbars.
As the first man, clearly the leader of this motley crew surveyed the scene around him, a sneer quickly grew across his face as he laid eyes on the second Maghariba before he gestured to the machine and snarled "Nékāmi ghwerā" to his followers before charging the massive mechanical monstrosity.
Leaping onto the back of the Maghariba, the leader began tearing into the machine with his Katar as his followers began taking out its legs with a plethora of crude blunt weapons. After shredding the armor on the Maghariba's back, the leader hopped over to the machine's "head" and began punching dozens of holes into it before the Maghariba finally stopped moving and collapsed to the ground, evidently defeated.
Thrusting a fist into the air, the leader roared "SEGHOS!" before turning to face the rest of those in the Warehouse. Slamming a fist into his chest and pointing to a nearby wall covered in unintelligible runes, the man growled "Nserós erwā!" as he waited for his next challenge.
Combat mode, engage
Night on the town
Scarlet let out a heavy sigh at the appearance of the new challenger. "Of for the love of- Who the hell is this new jackass?" She growled as she stomped up to the giant and glared up through her helmet, emitting a low, challenging growl of her own. Her chain spluttered to life on the ground behind her.
"Piss off, big guy. I'm busy."
-dramatic music ensues-
Dorm Sakura, at night
Sure enough, Iris and Dia would see Morgan in the hall with the metal. Of course, she was startled to see both of them awake.
"Iri—" Morgan started to yell, before catching herself and quieting down. "Iris, I'm so sorry, I was wanting to make some alterations on Anand before we go on a mission again, but we've been busy this week and I just got an idea on how to fix it, so I'd been grabbing some metal to bring to the workroom..."
Classic
"C-could you please be a-a little quieter though? Y-you're gonna wake up t-the whole dorm at t-this rate...", Iris whispered back, rubbing her eyes.
"Never let anyone tell you that something is impossible." - Monty Oum, 1981-2015Morning
Dia had been filling up the sign-in sheet on the way there, checking if James had dropped something and would pick up anything he dropped. She replies with her rather straight face, but with a concerned tone. "I just hope you're ok..."
(He did get injured quite recently... really don't want to see this take a toll on him.)
She lets out a relieved sigh as she reaches the destination along with James. No fun seeing him weighed down like that, after all.
Night
Dia, still somewhat sleepy, notices both Iris and Morgan. Being the polite girl that she is, she moves out of sight as she covers her mouth to let out a yawn, before coming back into view and greeting both of them. "Good evening, Iris and Morgan. Just... woke up after hearing a loud noise."
She then looks at Morgan's weapon and the metal on the floor... putting two and two together, it must've dropped to create the loud noise.
(Ah, so that's where the noise was from. Hmm, weapon creation, I see?)
Miss Rayfer gives a reassuring look and tone as she adjusts Corona around her waist. "It's ok, I'm fine."
...eheh
"I know," Morgan said. "I'm not really good at stealth stuff, though, that's more of my Dad's thing—"
She stiffened up as she hear Dia. "Oh no, I'm sorry for waking you up too!"
Night
"Don't worry Morgan, I'm fine. Interesting to see you working on this at this late hour, though." Dia's voice was reassuring yet slightly curious, even though her straight expression didn't change much.
(I'm not one of the late night people, really.)
Being one of the early sleepers, Dia wasn't very used to working late at night.
...eheh
Classic
"...S-should I help you c-carry all this down s-so you don't wake u-up anyone else?", Iris asked, a few feathers dropping from her wings as they slowly and idly flapped before she noticed Dia. "Evening, D-Dia..."
"Never let anyone tell you that something is impossible." - Monty Oum, 1981-2015
Omega Overlord. Or superjwren329. Either or.
Morning.
Putting on a fake and weak smile, James nodded at Dia. "I-I-I appreciate t-the concern...but I'll be o-okay...I'm sure I'll bounce b-back soon enough."
Placing the board and figures down of the table, he glanced over at Gage. "...Um, y-you need to be a bit more s-specific, but, um...it's...quite s-simple, really...everything f-for the most part is determined by d-dice rolls. I-If you're trying to d-do something like a-avoid a trap, h-hitting an enemy or any special s-skills like Intimidation, d-disguising yourself...you use t-these..." James meekly commented, holding up a d20.
"I-If you're trying to d-determine damage or your h-health when you level up...um, d-depending on y-your choice of weapons and class...you use o-one of these..." He continued, holding up a mix of d6s, 8s and 10s.
"...And if w-we need to determine random e-effects for spells, weapon e-enchantments...or d-damage when it c-comes to...unexpected r-rockslides, we use..." James trailed off, grabbing a d100 only for the golf-ball to slip out of his hand, roll across the table and out of the lounge-room. "...we use two 10 sided dice."
edited 14th Jul '16 7:50:13 PM by TheRealWren
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.
This post was thumped by the Shillelagh of Whackingness
"Sorry, I'm more of a night owl," Morgan responded. "And sure. I'm pretty sure smaller loads will lead to less dropping."
Classic
"O-okay..."
Iris then began to pick up some of the metal, but not too much for her to be able to handle.
"Never let anyone tell you that something is impossible." - Monty Oum, 1981-2015
Past Midnight, Abandoned Block, Vale
Hidden in the master bedroom of an abandoned apartment, a dirty chuckle could be heard.
"Amateurs."
Past Midnight, Abandoned FOB, Exterior Grounds, Vale
Shotgun pellets and rocket-fire glancing and denting its armor, the first Maghariba tracked the cat Faunus' flying progress. Military grade armor did a sterling job of holding against the assault, but it obviously wouldn't last if it just stood there. Especially with Halle's bear trap head clamping upon it. It fired two missiles, aiming the slight ordinance at both the Wulfen girl and Selene, even as it spun in place with the sounds of tortured concrete.
The second Maghariba in the corner had a more conventional loadout, an Atlas favorite on its primary hardpoint hissing fuel, even as it added its own heavy machine guns at the airborne Selene. Frag missiles shrieked from its launchers, targeting array aimed at pasting the ground around its partner.
Morning, Dorm Sakura Kitchen, Beacon
Gage, with his own light burden, pencil between his teeth, followed behind James, brain seemingly picking out the important bits at making a Brawler.
edited 4th Jul '16 5:14:59 AM by KR_Vandal