Enter The Arena As Your Avatar -- The Spinoff!

Meanwhile, Evan may notice something in the air that's not one of his...

"We can handle what is true, for we are already living it."

"I am a separate being, not a failsafe. I do act as one for Nolles, however."

Neavenit is as perfectly emotionless as usual, and he just glances at Evan. Then, the scan would reveal that the cause of the pain seems to be from the attempt of reading the energy when it was reaching a peak. Suddenly, the eye floating beside Neavenit turns to Planner to stare at her intensely as she performs her scan. Then, it turns to look at the drone as well.

Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.

She looks at the weird thing

"Anyway. I'm bored, who wants to fight ? I can take all three... huh, four of ya if ya want."

edited 14th Feb '17 4:23:31 AM by Bolded1

Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.

What drone? That's not a drone up there.

edited 14th Feb '17 4:21:47 AM by MicoolTNT

"We can handle what is true, for we are already living it."

Evan's drones indeed do see the unknown object, as those nearest to it turn towards it.

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"You able to take on a fleet of air-"

Evan pauses.

"Hang on, I see something else in the air."

Evan's apprehensive as he notices that thing... that isn't one of his.

edited 14th Feb '17 4:26:09 AM by ironcommando

...eheh

It seems to be a military(?) fighter(?) jet, but something's not quite right about it... its radar and scan signatures make no sense. There's definitely something up there, but whatever it is doesn't look like any sort of solid metal on sensors or scanners...

edited 14th Feb '17 4:33:03 AM by MicoolTNT

"We can handle what is true, for we are already living it."

*She keeps it up for a moment, then stops and lets the scanner retract.*

"Hmm. Thought so."

*She then proceeds to refuse to elaborate on what she meant by those words, instead turning and looking around in confusion at Deez's words.*

"Last I counted, there were four of us total. A fifth person has joined us?"

*Beat. She looks up.*

"Oh."

The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.

"I would prefer to assess the mysterious object in the air for now."

Neavenit himself also looks up at the object in the air, as emotionless as ever.

"Hmm."

Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.

Evan's drones do see it, and before long, an E-2D Hawkeye appears in the air... trying to detect it on radar. And subsequently getting a strange reading.

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Evan's relaxed for the moment, although inquisitive. He's ready to send in F-22s in case of danger.

"Fighter jet. It produces a strange radar signal. Doesn't appear to be a stealth plane. WHOA! Must be a new model!"

He's excited, indeed!

edited 14th Feb '17 4:31:56 AM by ironcommando

...eheh

She just shrugs and repeatedly leap over to the jet to look at it.

"Nice-lookin';"

Deez attempts to land on it

edited 14th Feb '17 4:31:50 AM by Bolded1

Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.

As Deez gets closer, the jet... would appear to be nothing more than a wireframe schematic of a jet, and yet is somehow apparently fully functional. The pilot, from what can be seen of her, seems unusually young for such a role, and seems to have glowing blue spirals in place of eyes, spirals that trail off into the depths of infinity, as well as blue hair. Deez' landing causes the wireframes beneath her feet to shatter, revealing they're less resilient than ordinary metal. The jet also, despite being patterned after a military jet, seems completely unarmed.

The strange pilot gives Deez a curious look, apparently unconcerned about the damage to her unusual craft.

edited 14th Feb '17 4:43:36 AM by MicoolTNT

"We can handle what is true, for we are already living it."

"Huh... sup, Bluie." she says, making a peace sign in greeting.

Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.

*Even from down on the ground, Planner seems to have noticed that this jet is not a typical jet moments after Deez landed on it. She frowns a little (well, I mean, she's pretty much always already doing that). Slowly, she begins pulling an object from her pocket...*

"I need a closer view."

*...Oh. An entire jetpack. How'd that fit in there?... Nonetheless, Planner straps that on, stares up at the jet for a moment, and ignites the jetpack. Thus, she starts to hover upwards, slowly but surely, making for the jet up there. Ya know. The one being piloted by the bluenette.*

The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.

Evan's radarplane flies closer to the jet to take a closer look... and notices how odd it is. It was like... made of energy? And shattered on impact? That was strange.

Either way, he'd try to get the radarplane to communicate with the jet in a friendly yet somewhat cocky manner, via a communication frequency.

"Hello there! Evan here, your friendly neighbourhood aviator! Please kindly identify yourself."

If the jet showed any form of hostility, the radarplane would disappear... and an F-22 would somewhere near the jet.

edited 14th Feb '17 4:52:04 AM by ironcommando

...eheh

Neavenit raises an eyebrow at this... and, in an instant, wing-like constructs of dark energy unfurl behind him, and he's soon flying towards the wireframe jet as well.

Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.

   My greetings,    she replies, showing no concern even as she fights with the controls to keep the plane stable despite Deez' effects on its aerodynamics and the damage to it. A curious look sweeps over the others approaching.

   My name is Isana.   

"We can handle what is true, for we are already living it."

Neavenit halts to a stop when he reaches the same height as Isana's jet, and he soon just follows her.

"I am Neavenit."

And, as usual, he remains perfectly emotionless.

Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.

"Huh, sry for wrecking your jet, girl." she says, choosing to hover a bit on a portal.

Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.

Seeing that the radarplane's not catching up well with the jet, Evan's radarplane disappears... as an F-22 appears nearby, but not combat-ready.

"Well, ain't that a sweet name, Isana. Great to meet you! So, what may your purpose here be?" came the question from the F-22.

Evan's voice sounded pretty... well, excited. Maybe very slightly hitting on her.

(My gosh. A teen flying aircraft? Guess I wasn't one of the few!)

edited 14th Feb '17 5:01:01 AM by ironcommando

...eheh

*Once Planner is on the same level as the jet, she stops ascending, going to stare straight at the jet. Isana might note Planner's lack of colouration in her eyes... Also, the suit, and the jetpack. Planner, meanwhile, is now scanning the jet to see what might be unusual about it, noticing the damage fairly quickly.*

"Hello. I am Planner."

*Slowly, she reaches into her pocket, moving to pull something out.*

The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.

   I just told you my name,    she replies, perhaps a bit coolly, seemingly more concerned over that than the damage to her jet, which she is doing a remarkable job of keeping control of. Maybe because of the shards spiralling the damaged areas and merging into them, restoring it.

   Exploring. It has been a while since I was last here,    she replies, calmly and perhaps a bit distantly, either not noticing or ignoring the undertone. She gives a light smile and a wave to the other jet.

"We can handle what is true, for we are already living it."

"Wait, you've been here before? Ah... this is my first time around here. And I'm already liking it!"

From the F-22's installed "cameras", Evan notices how the jet repairs itself.

Immediately, his tone changes again, into a super excited one.

"Oh... my... gosh, did I just freaking see your jet repair itself!? I did not just see your jet repair itself! How'd you manage to do that!?"

(Well fuck! I need to get this tech!)

edited 14th Feb '17 5:10:40 AM by ironcommando

...eheh

She keeps up.

"Okay, sry for wrecking your jet ISANA."

Fallout 2? More like Fallout 2 bad.

"Hmm..."

Neavenit doesn't seem to care, just following the jet... but, soon enough, he just looks around, as if not really seeing a point as to why he is doing this.

Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.

*There's a pause. Planner blinks, then pulls her hand out of her pocket with nothing in her grip. Seems she was intending to fetch something for a repair, but there's no need, so...*

"Autorepair systems. Interesting. Acknowledged."

*There's a pause again. She glances around at the people present.*

"So, what shall we do now that we're all here?"

The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.