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"This seems to be a recurring theme too..." Tesla had watched in relative silence as the insolent chaos of some of the group members unfolded in front of her. Most of her time had been spent regaining her bearings after so sudden another warp in just as few days. The massive ball of raw fision energy glowing in the distance was a painfully obvious indicator. "Well, on the one hand, I'm back... but on the other, it ain' t where I want or need to be...of all the damn planes, why was it Wrath? " "Saying it's not the friendliest is the understatement of the Era, I'm afraid..." she spoke up after the girl, Hellfire Knight, apparently from Tempest herself as well from the snippets of conversation she'd heard "You mess up and get lost in this place, and Tempest is confusing enough to most of the people born here, so theoretically, that's not hard for outsiders, and your life is more than likely over. You don't get lucky enough to find some sort of settlement before the radiation and heat exposure becomes too great, and well... most people kinda just spontaneously combust, you see..."
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Tesla will remain in the Engineering Bay until TTG is ready to begin Tesla had watched through the office's single window as the two bots had worked on trying to diagnose and repair the engines. In all honesty though, the juxtaposition made the cat maid stand out even more and made her function all the stranger, given she could easily sense at least some form of electric field from the other android. She may not have been able to hear their conversation, but the makeshift forge and crucible that had been constructed spoke volumes by itself. Before long though, the engines shuddered to halt. The two seemed to walk off in the same direction- leaving... and Tesla only then realized that the maid bot had never actually given her the results of the scan...typical. Just typical. She sighed, taking a seat at the desk again. There was little reason to bother leaving the wing, even with all the efforts to decipher and fix the damn things held up in one way or another- it was probably a better workspace than anywhere else in the castle, despite the noise from the engines. With little to do, her mind couldn't help but begin to wander. And that's when she recalled... the blueprints she'd given Sully. The blueprints she'd intended to use herself, but honestly, the kid would've benefitted more from them, and giving him at least something to hang onto had made calming him down a lot easier in the end... it still hadn't been easy, in the end. But like T.O.M. had told them, it was beginning to get too dangerous for those of em with families to stick around them any longer, with their enemies beginning to dig for any and every bit of personal information there was to be had for them... best to cut ties early, keep themselves from being associated. But the plans were still there. Even if they were only half-finished. And that half was a relatively simple schematic if one knew enough about what they were doing- like a single missing peice of much larger puzzle. Withdrawing both her tools and the scraps she'd gathered earlier, she'd set to work, molding the metal and electrical components with Favor and physical tools until they'd slowly but surely begin to come together, one by one... Tesla combines the Regents [Sentry Droid Scrap x3] Into the following Bauble specs: until finally, they were done. Dozens of them, the first prototypes... well, first assuming Sully hadn't already managed to complete the blueprints himself and build it first... but regardless. She removed the goggles from her head, their burning, violet lenses dying down as the Favor they'd been channeling receded. They were invaluable devices, like a virtual overlay ontop of reality that assisted with a number of tasks, from helping access one's dreamspace, to holding schematics and plans in the onboard memory for easy reference... just about the only thing they couldn't do was scan things remotely to download their structures... It was not long before a familiar voice broke the silence though Well well, looks who's finally back..."Nope..." she answered, turning to the engineer in the doorway "one of the droids... at least I think she was a droid, was supposed to be scanning the engines for me earlier. She kinda left without ever actually giving me the results though, so... I'm basically right back at square 1, for all intents and purposes. Seems to be a recurring theme around here..."
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Fire Emblem on the Forums: Sea of Crossroads [IC]
Sutoratosu replied to krim's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
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"..." She stares a bit longer, but upon the blade being put completely away and more foodstuffs offered, the spider's eyes glint with mysterious light. The only other thing that is in here to keep her from again falling into seclusion is the annoying metal box that shouts at people, and it's more of a spectacle to gawk at and question its purpose for existing, than anything else. And aside from the Lung Dragon, the White One, and the Eccentric Fleshie, the Cube Man is the only one who's bothered to say anything to her... And he had food, plenty of it... not that she was lacking in it, certainly not at this point- but you could never have too much stashed away or stockpiled for emergency... starvation taught it's own valuable lessons. Even if her mind didn't actively recall the act of actually slowly wasting away looking for food, her body did. "...Yesss..." her voice comes out as little more than a hoarse whisper, a hiss, the slightest hint of a Mezzo range present before she winces, snarling at the burning in her throat, which interestingly enough seems to cause no further aggravation than there already is. She steps away from the Cube Man, slowly rising back into the rafters on invisible threads. Her eyes can still be seen glinting in the darkness however, even from so high up.
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"...." Skepticism, clear as day in her eyes as she holds her distance. Even as she sees him switch the hand of his blade- years of observing countless different warriors and the minute details of their technique as they charge at her only to all meet the same futile fate having left her well versed enough to know from his grip that it would handle far less effectively. But still, even with the obvious display of vulnerability, she does not move. Why would this thing care if she was alone? She was always alone, in some way, had always been alone. Even when she couldn't remember a lick of anything beyond the darkness of the Castle Dour and its waterways, she still knew, she knew that even then, and long before then, solitude was what she'd grown to know best. Solitude was always what she inevitably returned too. Why, she didn't know. Perhaps in the past, yes, but the present was a far different beast, as was she. But something guides her hand regardless, not to the Cube-man's throat, or whatever served as its equivalent, but towards the offering in his hand. Something scattered and wilted, something precious, something stolen. Something she can not name, that nevertheless feels it as much apart of her as the constant pangs of hunger in her gut. Something that somehow reminds her of the way things were before... despite there being not a shred of the relevant memory left for her to be reminded with...
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The spider's eyes immediately focused on the voice down below... before cocking her head in utter confusion at what she's even seeing. It vaguely resembled a man, but looked as if it's entire body was assembled from...cubes, of all things? She'd never seen a man made of...cubes. Cubes made of men perhaps, bloody, dripping viscera and rotting. Yes, yes, that Sorceress had certainly made for a bizarre encounter, but never the other way 'round. Still though. She sees the steak in his hand, and the weapon brandished in the other... it was cute, how the thing presumed a sword would do much of anything. Cute and typical. But regardless, curiosity got the best of her in the end, as she slowly descended down towards the floor of the hall. She made no overt moves, but eyed the steak all the while.
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"Uh... yeah. Why don't you go do that then. Thanks..." Whatever the bot was, she couldn't truly deduce. Not even the most advanced Sentry Droids Everford and his men had managed to produce ran completely off of Favor- er... well, non-technological power sources, at least. And while she may have resembled a human, there was still clearly something artificial. Yet Tesla detected nothing. "Would it be weird if I asked to study her?" "No, really, it would help a lot. Especially if it means we can figure out exactly whats wrong, without going in and risking breaking even more stuff..."
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"Teleporting without any terminals or codes, eh?... just like Watcher..." "Yeah... they are." She answered, still eyeing the stranger closely- hadn't felt like there'd been any actual involvement of favor when she'd shown up... It had to have been something else that enabled her then, some force from another world... "what I could find at least, or sketch out myself without dismantling it. Actually, there was supposed to be another guy helping me down here too, Edmond. He said he was going to get some stuff from town and never bothered to come back though..." "Yeah, some help he was, up and ditching me in the end..."
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"not like any work can be done while they're running anyway...but if the lines aren't carrying energy away, they have to be carrying it in. There was something I felt, a while again... damn it, I was too distracted to even see what it was..." Distracted. Yes, yes, that was the understatement of the year. This whole charade was nothing but a distraction to what she knew had happened back home. There was no use pretending it wasn't, with nothing more to do in it other than sit here and keep making surface level observations or read brief reports that would tell her precious little of the engine's function itself "He wasn't supposed to show up... but of course he did anyway. What the hell do I even tell The Old Man about... all of this crap though? What, that I didn't save them because I got sucked up and spat out somewhere else? Yeah, that'll be a fun conversation to have. And even better when the others inevitably hear about it... and I mean, just look at some of the weirdos around here..." She jumped involuntarily at the sudden interruption, turning to face the source. No sooner than she had did she also note the door still as firmly shut as when she closed it. "How...did you get in here?" She asked, looking the bot up and down. "Couldn't have been that deep in thought. The background gets louder the instant ya open that door, and the things already noisy enough on it's own..."
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Aurora had settled in the rafters of the entrance hall, eyes fixed on the strange, manic square that yelled at whatever moved past it. What it wanted, she didn't know and didn't care, what it offered, she didn't really pay much attention to that either. Just another one of the strange beings that had emerged from the woodwork- in fact, at this point she had literally lost count of all them, and it certainly didn't help that some were just far too similar to others in her eyes as well. She kept weaving, as she watched the manic box and it's thus far ineffective sales pitch. The beginnings of a web were already visible as their strands glinted every now and again between some of the rafters...
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Tesla remains in the Engineering Bay for the phase... With Edmond having left to go fetch something, the Mechanic hadn't seen much point continuing to search around for something that clearly wasn't there. With a sigh, she'd gone out of the office and into the engine's workings, finally managing to find the generator for it all. Strange, but not exactly thing she'd ever seen, that strange hybrid of old world combustion-based technology and, from what she could tell through the years of rust and corrosion, some sort of steam-driven engine, with a few black boxes- what they did, she didn't know, but like with everything else regarding this thing, that could be figured out later. What she came away with from the examination was a Diagram, as detailed as she could get from mere outward observations alone; it wasn't much, but it was a start. By the time the inner workings of the place had begun flaring to life, the horrible, screeching cacophony of lubricated metal just grinding against itself like a lonely wash-up at a nightclub, doomed to forever stand in the corner and drink his loneliness away, she'd already shut the door of the office, taking a seat at the ruined desk, cursing under her breath as the tenitis set in. Soon enough though, the awful grinding stopped... or at least faded so much it simply melded into a barely noticeable background arrangement. "Thank the gods..." she looked over the diagram she'd made; it was obvious enough that heat from the combustion component of the engine was used to vaporize the water stored in the Steam components. The only thing not immediately obvious to her though, was where the hell a few of the hook ups leading off of them lead... because their ends definitely didn't lie anywhere in the room. And given it's condition, and the sheer size of the damn engine blocks, she sincerely doubted this old thing was being used for double duty to provide both locomotion and general electricity for the place. Hell, had she even seen a single electrical light fixture? No...no... she would've remembered sensing their fields if so. All there'd been were those strange lanterns and torches lining the walls every few meters...
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((just roll with it for now)) Tesla "I see. That's nice then. Hopefully you'll get to see her again. But in my world, there are people who use, abuse and discard kids as nothing but their personal little science projects- bastards do it habitually out in facilities in the Wasteland, far removed from other Settlements. Most of em only accessible if you know a few special terminal codes for the transporter system... or if you're actually able to cross the Wastes without getting lost, which most people can't. So most people don't even know about them. And the ones that do know are either Researchers or other Affiliates for those facilities, don't care enough to do anything about it because as far as they care, it doesn't involve them.... Or they just think it's utter suicide to go through and raid a place that heavily guarded and well hidden..." Ironically enough though, for all their bitching about it, she'd proven herself that it was quite possible- in fact, had Everford himself not shown up on site to stop her, she easily would've succeeded in shutting the whole place down... well, after what he had pulled, it was definitely shut down now regardless. But she had preferred the kids to, you know, not fucking burn to death in the process. Gods damn it, even when she managed to secure the smallest victory against that bastard, he still found a way to turn it into a loss... "Anyway... if we can't find the other part of the plans soon, we're not gonna have much choice but to just go and see how it works the more direct way. I'd prefer not having to do that with something this old though; all it takes to complicate things when you're poking around blind like that, is one vital component or something that hasn't been touched in a long while breaking due to age, and well... could just become a nightmare from there." Aurora She took the pack bacon (where the hell the fleshie had hid it, and how it was already cocked, she had no real idea, nor any real desire to know) with a simple nod. His apparent insanity in so readily approaching one of her kind though, was somewhat explained by the claim of being a spider wrangler...still, Aurora could not help but think of the typical reactions of most every Fleshbag she'd come across back home; fear, trepidation at the mere presence, panic, sometimes a bit of anger for the ones with more bravado, though once poison kicked in, that bravado always faded and left them reduced to nothing but cowering little girls... Still though. She had matters to tend to. Without a word, she turned back around, and with a single leap up the wall and a swift riposte off of it, she'd made her way up to the rafters, vanishing in the darkness of the high ceiling. Confident the strange squishy down below could no longer track her movement up here, she skittered away, following the scent of the eccentric squishy right to where he was in the remnants of what had once been the ballroom... and another in there with him. She didn't care about what they were talking about. She just wanted the deal down and over with. Attaching a few threads to the sphere of gold, she lowered it down from the rafters, dangling right in front of the man's face as he conversed with the other fleshie...
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Tesla "Don't know." she admitted, just a bit bitterly. "One minute, I'm trying to clear an escape route... well, more like blast one through the nearest wall and anything behind it... then I wake up here, with no trace of anyone I was trying to evacuate, no clue as to where the hell I even was but knowing damn well it wasn't where I should be, and surrounded by a bunch of strangers who looked just as completely confused as I did" "oh, and don't worry about those, I already took a glance through it before I spotted the box here. Just a bunch of old maintenance checklists and notes from what I saw. Try the ones above though, didn't get to them before I found the prints" She paused, turning back to the table. But from the look on her face, it was obvious there was something more on her mind... "You got any kids back home, Edmond? Nieces, nephews maybe?" Aurora Against her better judgement, which in her state, wasn't much considering just how much of itself her mind lacked, she slowly turned to the offer, curiosity of whether he really had any bacon getting the better of her. She still found his tagging presence annoying, but if he was giving things freely, well...there was still plenty of room in the bag. And the rafters were dark, the ceiling high with just leap or two, she could be out of his sight... Without a word, the spider nodded to the stranger follower, eyes oddly pensive with their silver gleam...
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Fire Emblem On The Forums: Ashes (IC)
Sutoratosu replied to Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~'s topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
"Aaaaaaaaaand he's sleeping. Of course he is. Of course..." Taking a deep breath, she stepped away from the comatose rider and mount. Nothing to do for them, not under that damned curse from the Troubador. The irony it had been the exact same curse she herself had tried and failed earlier wasn't either. "I'm not surprised anymore. No point in me even getting angry over it. really, not like I can take it out on them. Just ends up sitting and festering until it becomes so utterly black and twisted I can barely even recognize what it was originally for. Not like that's gonna get us out of here alive." Move to E17, Heal Klaren -
[IC] TTG Chapter 3: Gluttony
Sutoratosu replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Revenant & Silent Requiem Pilot and AI alike stood in stunned silence as the insanity unfolded. Nothing like they'd ever seen of fought before, nothing they'd ever thing someone would be crazy enough to do; disabling their Mech mid-fight to launch their unprotected, flailing bodies and then once they got close enough do...this...this was madness. But it was a madness with a certain brand of genius to it, Asmodious couldn't help but note...But not even he knew quite what to do here, with both machines fused and utterly immobilized like this. Just... to damn dumbfounded that someone actually had the balls to pull this type of shit. Solomon too shared his silence.... or so he thought he did. "I've watched enough of this shit..." A break in their internal communication. Solomon had not gone queit at all. Had merely been spending that time letting Revenant loose like a rabid dog to hunt down an intruder... As violent and brutal an awakened storm as ever, the fiend was finally out of his chains, the raw contempt burning within the persona so palpable that the Mechs both began to become flooded with light of pure crimson... and Asmodious what the alter-ego was about to do. The power readings sky rocketed higher by the moment, output amplifying far beyond what was required for the rigors of normal combat; Throwing the Mech into total Overdrive. Without even having to try, he knew he was locked out of interfering here. And from how terribly the body within the machine shook, eyes glinting with unnatural, ember-like light as the unchained being was granted full control, he did not want to Interfere. For once, he felt something besides merely annoyance or indifference or indignation. Fear. Pure and unadulterated. More for the utter, unbridled hell the thing was about to unleash than anything else... "You've got massive balls, you know...? I'll give ya that much, ya blue sphere-piloting fuckboy" Revenant whispered into the comms, a voice that, while it vaguely resembled solomon, was far too deliberate and ruthlessly driven to belong to the Mechanic's relatively laid-back temprerment, devoid of empathy, or, quite honestly, any fucks left to give. "Because a big, heavy, cast iron set of gonads is exactly what it takes to enter the motherfucking arena with another man, and pull this type of shit. My gods, you must be one fearless son of bitch. Either fearless or just damn stupid. Maybe both... but all you've done here is mess up in the worst way possible, because I'm gonna wipe your sorry ass off the face of Tempest for this." Static. Static that grew to pops with every word he had spoken. Pops that grew to hissing with every sentence. Hissing that grew to a roar within the brief moments it took him to finish the declaration. The smell of burnt ozone filled both mechs, the very air outside of them filling with seared particles from the energy Revenant gave off, the cloak of raw, electric energy barely contained as countless Gigawatts surged throughout the Tesla Sphere's Matrix. Countless Gigawatts that Requiems mech would have no way to defend itself against at such intimate range. "So cheers to you buddy... You laid out your hand, played your trump. Hope you enjoyed it. Cause I know I'm gonna enjoy doing this. " Flash Armageddon, Tesla had always called her last resort technique. True to it's name, there was flash, blinding as the star of Wrath, filling the entire arena with crimson light. A bang as raw, unbridled electricity was discharged in every direction from Revenant as he focused every bit of conscious will and effort in making good on his promise to the fucker in the Sphere, Terrawatts upon terrawatts, surging out of Solomon's mech and into the damned trap of an opposing mech, holding back nothing, knowing full well that fused like this, Requiem would most definitely feel the full force of his wrath with his own body... lucky for him that Favor prevented anything beyond the mere sensation of pain...while it lasted. If the fucker wouldn't yield and call off his little trap with the whole disabling and enabling of his mech, then Revenant had no issue knocking him the fuck out from the raw agony of his assault. Either way, he wasn't about to let him get away with pulling this craven excuse for a strategy. -
Aurora The spider paused as she made her way through the halls. It had only been a few paces beyond the gate before she immediately picked up the scent of a Flesh-bag, and the vibrations of his heart and footsteps transmitted through the stone floor far more conformation than she needed, their persistence in following where she tread far too similar for a coincidence. Without turning about or acknowledging she'd detected him at all, she gritted her teeth in annoyance, continuing to press on through the main entry hall... still clutching the silk-wrapped gold in one hand. Perhaps if she merely ignored the Fleshie as she delivered the parcel, he'd go away. And if not, she was fully capable of ascending to heights and and nooks and crannies he could never reach unassisted. Either way, she was displeased to be so obvious trailed...but again, the White One would scold her if she was rash. She knew it. Tesla "Hmmm..." the woman thumbed through the pages briefly, obviously pensive, "Yeh, these could definitely come in handy later. If the engines are in this crappy a shape, Gods know what the actual Treads and Artillery will look like. Some good thinking there..." The last part almost sounded like a compliment as she laid the documents down next to the blueprints. She paused though, hovering over the assorted plans and sketches. "How'd you end up with this group, if ya don't mind me asking?" She finally spat out, violet eyes turning to him "Did everyone just wake up on the ground like they'd been out cold from a night on the town? Or did anyone at least get asked to do any of... all this stuff that Deadman walking was talking about."
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[IC] TTG Chapter 3: Gluttony
Sutoratosu replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Revenant Once again, it was Asmo's ever vigilant action that brought up the fields and saved them from sustaining as much of a battering as they would've other-wised. Solomon silently cursed under his breath as they again got up. Before he could do much of anything though, Asmodious finally stepped his foot down for the moment, locking the Mech... "Sully, I begin to question your sobriety at the moment..." "Oh shut up, there hasn't been a single of liquor in sight during this entire tourney and you know it." "yes, perhaps. Still doesn't change that fact that you just keep blindly charging in when you think you have an opening... oh wait... that's what you and the ghoul always do..." "Are we really gonna have this conversation right now? I've told you time and time again, shit might not always go perfectly, sure, but this has always worked for us, it's how we got here in the first place-" "Is it working for us now? I've only seen several backfires thus far. This should be an easy match, we're fighting some cripple afterall. And we'd be much further along and in a better position damage wise if you would be more careful. "God fucking damn it..." he sighed under his breath. "Fine then, what the hell do you suggest then, if you think you're evaluation of the style is so correct?" "Have you seen the shape of our enemy's mech? Did you now see it spinning? Did you not see the readouts and report? Did you even remember to fucking turn off Ragnarok before you closed the distance? For pride's sake sully, pull yourself together... She's not coming back." "..." "the sooner you come to grips with that, the sooner you can put your entire focus on what's going on infront of you, instead of just the half-assed, impulsive display of instinct that's occurred thus far." There was silence for a moment. But the AI could detect his brainwaves like the slightest ripples on a pond." "... what the hell do you suggest right now?" "Well, we could fucking turn the EMP off now that's done it's job...do away with the whole issue our damn opponent being a spinning magnet or we could..." "Look, don't fucking bait me like this-" "We could... play pinball." "You're joking." "I'm serious. If we turn off Ragnarok's EMP, stop the spinning it's causing, create a centralized repulsion field centered around ourselves and proceeded to grab him with it-" "That'll fucking result in us getting slammed again-" "Not if one of us actually concentrates and keeps the field constant and intense enough to ensure that regardless how he bounces off the terrain, he can only advance so close to us before the raw force pushes him back away again. I wonder who that should be, don't you sully?" "You're enjoying being a smart ass, aren't you?" "It does help alleviate the exasperation of our performance thus far..." The mechanic grit his teeth. But he knew the machine was right. There was so much shit he should've caught here, so many times he'd fucked up, leapt before looking. Just been trying to power through and get it over with, brute force it- even Revenant in all his Mania at least had a bit of finesse to him when he was let loose. And Sully knew the real reason wasn't just because of certain match pairings. "Fuck it. Fine." He was already at work. Asmodious unlocked the Mech, and the instant he did, both the viscous pulses of electricity and the spinning force they'd created halted as Ragnarok dampened it's own power, reducing the signature down to normal levels. At the same time, Revenant's own fields began to expand around them, intensifying as Asmodeous upped their output and Solomon gave them direction and form, an audible hum and brilliant display of crimson shining. He could see it now, what Asmo meant. It really was simple All they had to do, was manipulate things as if they were controlling Ragnorok's flight path itself. And with the blade so firmly embedded in the spherical Mech, their opponent was sure to be dragged right along with it, just as he had been when they'd tried to retrieve it earlier. And per the AI's instructions, the Repulsion field encircling them as they hovered would all but ensure that even if the fool was set on a ricochet on path that would send him towards them in the center of the arena, he'd only be thrown right back for another meeting with the wall. "You ready?" "I'll take the care of the repulsion field. You focus on battering him into submission..." It was a deal, each giving unspoken nods of the head. Right before Solomon reached out as if directing the Chakram's trajectory and swiped his hand to a harsh left with brutal swiftness, sending Raganorak, And Silent Requiem with it, Speeding towards the nearest wall with speed comparable to the very throw that had ended up getting Solomon's weapon so deeply stuck in the first place... Asmo at the ready with the field to rebound the sphere away again at a moment's notice... -
Aurora Perplexed could not begin to describe her expression as the fleshbag left. Apparently he wanted her to melt down the gold he'd set aside. And apparently, he wanted her to... use a very small... casing, he'd called it? And he mentioned... a potato as well. She... didn't quite know what to do now. She'd only ever seen spuds used as food or seeds to be sewn into the earth in order to gain more food, from her occasionally spying on human farmsteads from afar whenever their party had passed close to one. The other suggested material, she'd never seen before the battles of today, when so many individuals had been firing their strange sticks of metal and other materials... She left both of them alone, turning her attention instead to the gold itself. There wasn't terribly much of it. She could probably reduce it to slag in only a few moments, even with the Shard acting a tad awry. There was still the issue of how to contain it though... generally when you melted things to use them in other things, it was a gold idea to have a container... she again looked to the Potato, ignoring the casing entirely. If there was some arcane use for the starchy plant that enabled it to be used to forge gold in, then it was a secret far beyond her ability to crack. the Squid could likely have helped here, but Squid, like everyone else from the old group, was sadly not. There was one idea that struck aurora though. The threads she had used several times in the past when they'd been met by some type of troublesome spell or other such working laid as a trap. The threads that bound and sealed, restricted and restrained power. Drawing a few strands of radiant, golden light from her wrist, she set about laying the framework of the small cocoon to house the metal, it's base glowing like a miniature sun as she piled more layers on, working swiftly and methodically until the construct was goodly sized enough to serve it's purpose, the top half still open to the air. Shrugging, she picked up the relics, crushing those that could not fit in their current form with her bare, chitin covered hands and tossing them inside one by one. Then there came the moment of truth... or rather, not truth, for she knew from past experience how the threads operated, how they were far different from ordinary silk, much too specialized to be used for the purpose of merely weaving garbs and baubles. This silk that arrested the raw essence of a force or being the moment it touched it, trapped it within itself; stole power, essentially. She blasted the innards of the makeshift forge, the shard emitting a fierce lance of cosmic radiation that seemed to combust the very air around it with it's intensity, and to her surprise, the burns forming on her palm were noticeably more minor than those left before. She held the heated ray there for a few seconds, the Arachanian Silk absorbing the excess heat and power of both the now molten metal and the weapon like a sponge to water, sealing it all away before it could penetrate from the outer shell, essentially providing the perfect form of insulation. She had no real idea what the hell she was supposed to actually do to the stuff with her Venom. Hell, she considered it surprising she'd even gotten this far with her general lack of comprehension towards his elaborate instructions. Only thing she could really think of was to just drip the stuff in- if it worked, which honestly she'd have no way of even telling, great... if it didn't, too bad. Perhaps next time, actually telling her the steps instead of just making insinuations and leaving her addled mind to figure out what it all actually meant would've been a better idea... The molten hissed, sending up black smoke as the acrid venom sprayed dropped her fangs, Aurora using her tongue to trigger the actual muscles responsible for discharging the poison from the glands. It looked no different than before when she finally dripped enough to started getting bored. again, she shrugged. There was only one thing left to do- cool the stuff back into a solid form. From how she'd woven the Cocoon-crucible, it was honestly easier to just contract the holy threads into an enclosed, spherical shape and then let the strands fulfill their purpose in full, hence exactly what she did, letting the metal gather up inside the shrinking space, mixing and settling as the heat was further robbed from it, until at long last, the metal was again cold, hard, wrapped in simple ball of white silk as the threads power receded, the magavired ritual complete as far as she could tell. Why he asked her to do this instead of one of the flesh-bags who were obsessed with breaking things down and making new things out of them, she didn't know. But it didn't matter. She'd done her part of the bargain. Taking the silk bundled sphere of gold, small enough to fit into the palm of her hand, she retreated back into the castle to dump the hunk of metal back into its owner's possession... Tesla "Not searching... Found them." She said, pulling out an aged, ink blotted sheet of parchment that was still legible despite the ravages of time. Some of the writing on it was far too faded to make out, but the design showcased as the focus of the sheet was unmistakably a mechanical diagram. Tesla unfurled it completely and laid it out on the ancient desk, setting the box of old invoices and other records on the floor. "Man, looks like they're still using gears and cogs for the most part...even more basic than I thought" Of course, coming from her it didn't mean much in terms of insult. Just about anything became "Basic" in comparison when the people of the world you hailed from were capable of infusing metaphysical and emotional energy into the vast majority of their creations, but she digressed. "anyway... looks like this thing only describes how the tread components all fit together and function, no details on the actual power source for the engine itself..." She looked up at the engineer, only now noticing he too had found something. "Great, then it looks like we might have everything we need... set it down here, let's see how all this stuff is supposed to hook up to each other. Definitely easier than just going in and dismantling it section by section."
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"Huh- oh..." The Mechanic poked her head out of one of the two adjoined offices as she heard Edmond's voice. She stared at the man for a while, dressed in his strange, camouflaged garb. It was her first time seeing such an outfit- a dead give away that whoever he was, he was most definitely not from Tempest. It seemed as though the uniform had been designed for some type of covert operation or fighting of some sort... and given the prevalence of Mech Combat, and the fact that her homeland had no vegetation or geological gradient with which to conceal oneself using such colors as his...no such outfits as his lack much of a purpose for existing in the Planes of the Wind...or at least, they'd lacked one for an extremely long time. "...Tesla. You can call me Tesla." She wasn't quite so sure of giving him her name. There was still something about all of this chaos that didn't sit right with her, something that still left her skepticism intact, as a self-defense mechanism if nothing else. You don't get poked and stabbed and shocked, then locked inside a darkened cell for the next 23 hours of the day, without learning to never take things at their face value or simply accept what the researchers tell you...especially when this guy kinda just... had the face of someone she'd expect to be working on those experiments. For some reason, his field was just giving her bad vibes... maybe paranoia, disorientation, sure... but maybe not. The mechanic pulled her head back into the office, again riffling through things, this time having found a box of old, dust laden records. Mainly though, she did it to keep the Stranger from seeing the raw scrutiny in her eyes. "So uh... Edmond, was it? What brings you down here anyway?"
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Aurora The arachnid stared at the Librarian for a few moments, the aroma of the beef serving an oh so taunting motivation to comply with the rather sudden request, but the memory of the Flesh-bag's idiocy from the Gates earlier still fresh in her mind. If only the flashes of the premonitions brought on by the sight of the Battered Hero were so fresh, but alas, by the time he'd stalked away and a good number of the others had gone down to town or back inside, the iridescent green of her eyes had faded back to the purest silver, and any shred of old lucidity she had in her gone with it. Baser instinct was in control once more, the countless faces she had seen just a mere afterthought in comparison to the ever present feeling of emptiness in her gut. The Flesh-bag who'd given her the wine had still yet to state what he actually wanted in return, but until he showed up to do so, she saw no reason to not make more bargains, especially one as easy for her as this, if the squishy wanted Silk in exchange for food. Aurora reached out and took the beef, much like she had the wine earlier, tossing it into her bag. Not even a moment later, she produced the silken garb she'd idly worked on earlier, it's golden thread radiating with the reflected light of the sun, contrasted by the black trim. Only now though, did she even realize herself what it was; a long coat, woven to such a measure that it could've fit most Fleshbags of average human size with little effort, with perhaps a minor bit of hemming needed in places. Without a word, She tossed the silken coat to the man, crossing her arms. It may not be a vest exactly, but it was close enough as fair as the arachnid really cared.
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Tesla Still thoroughly perplexed as to what the hell was actually going on, the battered heroes brief exposition of dying universes and eldritch creatures hell bent on devouring everything they touched only serving to intensify her disorientation, Tesla ultimately made her way into the castle proper once the stranger had left. The words he'd spoken rang through her mind all the while however. Multiverses? It wasn't exactly something that sounded that far fetched, that different planes and worlds could be interconnected to one another if one knew how to cross their boundaries. Hell, Tempest was literally the perfect example with it's multiple planes of existence, even Favor had it's own native realm that was simply tapped into when needed, and then there were the legends and stories of The People of the Sphere to boot. Quite honestly however, had she not been standing right there at that precise moment in another reality, another world entirely, she still wouldn't have believed a place so utterly different from the geology of Tempest could exist. There, nothing but grey, mostly empty wastes met those who dared ventured beyond the proximity of an Anchor, dotted with the occasional growth of Void Moss on an outcropping or, if one were lucky and depending on whatever Plane they'd managed to wander into without even knowing, the sight of another random Anchor or some settlement built around it. She knew the Wastes all too well, had practically been born in them for all that it mattered, molded by it's harsh emptiness. She hadn't even seen another Anchored Location until she'd already spent years wandering aimlessly and foraging the moss, and by then, the sheer, unadulterated contrast between the apathetic emptiness of the wilderness she'd come to know, and the living colors and activity of the erected facades and their inhabitants, was utterly blinding. This place though. It reminded her of home in a way, despite the vast differences. It in essence, had seemed just a barren when she'd been walking with the man in the bomber jacket and the others he'd found. Not a single plant growing wild anywhere, nothing but barren facades and desolate ground. Not a single river or stream in sight beyond the Town's boundaries, probably tapped from some underground source if Tesla had to guess. But still. This place had color. Except for Wrath and it's star, Tempest was grayer than the most washed out Slate. She took a peek into some of the chambers as she walked, most notably the barracks and throne room. Aside from the array of controls and monitors connected to the chair in the latter- something to look at later on for certain -nothing truly caught her eye... until she walked into the Engineering Bay, that is. She nearly did a double take as she saw the sheer disrepair of the engines - how the hell this group apparently managed to drive this thing at all with the systems looking this utterly shite was beyond her, had to have been at least several decades without maintenance for the rust to pile on so severely, though... from the condition of all the other parts of the castle she had passed, she wouldn't have been surprised if this thing had been left to sit and corrode for far longer than even that. "T...This...this is terrible. Probably the worse case of Neglect I've ever seen..." She took a step back, taking it all in again, the disrepair surrounding her. "Wait... wasn't there some blond guy and a few others who said they were coming to hook something to... this? This peice of shit? By the gods of tempest..." She sighed. Even as the exasperation set in however, so too did the drive from the prospective challenge. This could've easily been the one project most in dire need of some elbow grease and effort she'd ever come across, and if those guys were already on their way down here, maybe they could use a hand. Maybe they had no actual idea just how bad this thing had gotten over the years. Either way, she knew precisely what she'd be spending her time on for the next while. Beginning to rifle through the Menu of the Void Sphere in her mind's connection, she headed into the adjoined offices, hoping to perhaps find some type of leftover and forgotten records on just what or who had built this thing so long ago...
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Aurora As she followed the fleshbag out, still yet to actually be told what exactly he wanted as part of this "favor" he needed of her, she paused at the sight of the large congregation already assembled. More accurately though, it was the tall, armor clad fleshbag with numerous implements sticking out of him like a pincushion. And from the varied echoes of shock and pure terror that several of the other's gave, it was obvious that whatever hallucinations they were experiencing, they weren't pleasant. Only as her own gaze continued to focus on him however, did it began to set in personally... eyes of silver melting away into a shining, startling green as the vision slowly took hold, and with it, the briefest yet clearest moment of lucidity she'd known in years... stunned in silence, completely taken in by the trance and all it's grim detail "No.... no...." Her voice, a rasp as she finally speaks, the curse inflicted upon her tongue burning like the fiercest hell fire. Even as she protest however, she knows the futility of it all. And she feels her lucidity fading more with every encroaching moment. Soon, she will not even be able to feel the anguish of it all... soon it will all be a mere memory... a clouded fog of phantom. The phantoms of those she could not save. But something still refused, some base part of her soul... something from long ago, something belonging to another being, long since lost to her knowledge... Tesla The mechanic had stayed mostly silent as she'd followed the motley group, after being found on the ground by the man with the revolver blade... Alll she could remember of the moment before she'd found herself was Everford's initiation of the detonation sequence, setting fire to the facility and destroying the terminals right along with everything else. The green haired bastard, sneering at her with mixed contempt, and satisfaction knowing the fate of her, and the young void walker's the fucker and his subordinates had been creating.... yes, yes... Everford... She should've killed him when they were both still Children. Tesla knew that now... she'd known it for years. She should've ignored David's orders to stand down that they, when the strange conjurer appeared. She should've bashed the boy's head in, left him to bleed out, brains on the stones. It would've saved so much conflict down the line. But she hadn't. She'd been too weak, too naive. She let her beating go unfinished. And now, god knows how many others had paid the price. Everford had grown into an even worse demon than the ones she'd been cut up, shocked, branded and abandoned by in her own youth... a demon she could not kill, even at her full might with all the determined malice she could muster. But as she pondered on the fates of the youths she failed to extract and the whereabouts of both herself and her nemesis, there from the blue had emerged the stranger... the dead man walking. Almost immediately, Tesla saw her limp body, crushed, contorted and torn by the savage gales of the Wind Caller, that old foe she'd once been so easily able to put down. She saw him, in his mech, the winds howling, no expression, no emotion other than the hatred that quite literally kept his broken body functioning as if it were stable, that same hatred, flaring in full force, being the very thing that made him such a threat that not even she could hope to simply mow him down and be done with it... but yet, she knew this was not how it had occurred. She had managed to defeat him... if not directly, than by the destruction of his goal, the assets he valued most in his endeavor at that facility... she had won that round, for just a few brief moments before he sent everything to hell in a handbasket and left them all there to die. But it didn't matter. The scene of her execution at his hands played out regardless. She grit her teeth. It was uncomfortable and bitter, thinking of how much the tables had turned. Her ability, at the base of its functioning, still should've served as a trump card to the functions of his. But Wallace had what she could not attain. Contempt, for all. Decades of it, building up, even when he was so mute and pathetic so long ago. And that contempt, how perfectly he'd learned to harness it, to motivate himself with it and keep going, is precisely what gave him the edge of Superior Favor to her... infact, she doubted any but a very select few beings in Tempest could actually stop him... with how bad she'd allowed it to get before finally acting... the only issue was, they have to even know about him, and then find him first... and as well as Everford knew how to stay beneath a radar... that was bloody unlikely. The sociopath was smart, far too smart. And she knew full well, that regardless of wherever the hell she was now... if she ever made it back to Tempest and fought him again... her death would be almost assured.
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[IC] TTG Chapter 3: Gluttony
Sutoratosu replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Revenant As the plan proceeded to backfire, just as Asmo had been silently suspecting it would- the twat he worked for's battle plans seldom went off without some form of risk he felt were unnecessary -the AI had already proceeded to Kill the Command Lines as the impact was made, ranking up the fields to repulse the force as best he could with so little prep...his quick action being the only thing that prevented their vivisection from their own weapon as they skidded across the ice to the opposite side of the arena. He felt as though... he wanted to yell at solomon. Scream at him, curse his lack of foresight and tiring gungho nature that constantly got them into tight spots that he had to inevitably work his ass off to get them back out of. But yet... whatever words the AI wanted to actually use to accost the man... he could not find. They had been there, one moment, on the tip of his proverbial tongue ready to fly like the countless nuclear arms of an Atomic Armageddon. Then gone. Gone with the wind... right as they'd been hit. "Fuck... the thing's in there firmer than I thought. Asmo, what's the damage looking like?" The report flashed in his mind at the speed of thought. The AI stayed silent of his own accord. Solomon scowled, flexing the fingers of the affected arm, only to find the evaluation was indeed accurate. Armor had been stripped clean off by Ragnarok, and the Servos beneath it bashed by the force of the Sphere... and that was with the last minute reduction via a counter repulsion. Still usable... but it would be nowhere near optimal in performance. Hell... it might've been even better to delegate the thing to a makeshift sheild if he needed to put something in between his center of mass and an assault. The head meanwhile, seemed to have taken the least of the impact, only coming away with a crack in the visor The thought stuck with him, making him grind his teeth- he had nearly destroyed himself with his own magnetism. There was no one to blame but himself for the folly... but at least now he knew a bit more about his opponent. At least now he knew trying to retrieve ragnarok the same way would lead to more disaster. It was just too damn bad for Sphere Boy... that Solomon was already pegged with an idea on exactly what to do to him. Exactly how he wanted to fuck him up. He'd give him indigestion yet... Command Line: RE01-Kill Pulse Adjutant Command: Delay RE01; Condition- Proximity Detection The Ragnarok seemed to go completely dormant for a moment, as across the ice the Mechanic could be seen drawing the twin sabers from the back of his waist and igniting them with a malicious his as ionized, superheated gas was generated and released before being restrained within one of the fields and trapped back within the handle, forming a blade of radiance easily a meter in length... and using the fields launched himself towards the Sphere, sabers flashing in a dazzling display of finesse... that he heavily favored his left arm during... As he closed just half the distance to Requiem, the Adjutant Command deactivated, and Ragnarok's embedded Spheres all flared at once, their output immense as a storm of electromagnetic activity blossomed from quite literally inside of Requiem's Mech where the weapon was embedded, sending a localized EMP burst spreading throughout every inch of the machine as the Chakram continued to pump out watt after watt of crippling electricity, Solomon heading in hard and fast, prepared to tear into him with the vicious blades of radiance, unphased by the amount of raw, disruptive Electromagnetism in the area as he knew full well he'd outfitted his Mech far more than just adequately to withstand his own tactics... -
[IC] TTG Chapter 3: Gluttony
Sutoratosu replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Revenant "Did he just..." "Yeah he did. Now he thinks he can cut me with my own peice..." the Mechanic scowled abit within his armor as the Sphere again came for him, launching himself out the Ball's trajectory with a repulsion field to his immediate left and keeping it up as he strafed further away, still held aloft by the other field. "fucker thinks he can eat my weapon, eh? Fine then. Time to give him indigestion..." Command Line: RM01- Frequency: Maximum. Command Line: RM02- Commence Rotation. Two neural commands, issued at the literal speed of thought. The instant the remote instructions were received, the matrix of Spheres housed in every last one of the modular shards composing ragnarok's form- perhaps the biggest improvement over the old model in that he'd finally given it it's own power source, and thus far greater independence of direct control from the mech, alongside refining the overall integrity of the weapon -boosted the vibration that was responsible for the blades's advanced efficacy to it's max output, turning its edge into a literal blur of unfocusable scarlet as, at the same time, began to exert their own fields, interlinking forces with one another like the cogs of a machine and surely but slowly beginning to rotate the massive, vorpal chakram, grinding faster and faster inside of Requiem's Armor as the sheer force of the exerted magnetism attempted to dislodge it from the Mech... -
[IC] TTG Chapter 3: Gluttony
Sutoratosu replied to Shamitako's topic in Unofficial Official RP Club's General
Revenant "Even crippled, the bastard's making the first move. I'm almost impressed." Asmo quipped as the opponent began firing upon the ice, and the fields around Sully's own mech began to pick up in juice, Solomon already at work with his own response to the initiative displayed, as another hiss not dissimilar to the blade shards showered more pressurized gas into the air. The AI recognized the field patterns well enough to immediately know what was about to go down... "Yeah, guess he might be a bit sore, doesn't wanna look like a chump again or something. Not that it matters, ain't my fault he got fucked..." The single, spherical metal round he had withdrawn and now held in one of his hands however, was not what he intended to respond to the initiative with. Not yet at least. No... as Silent Reqeuim proceed to launch himself into the air towards him, Solomon reached forward like a flash of lightning with his free hand and with matching swiftness wound up a single rotation of his levitating body, as if winding up a discus toss. Cracks and pops of static bloomed as the Tesla Fields intensified and he sent the circular blade hurtling right for his Airborne foe with a resounding, near deafening boom as the blade became nothing but a blur of scarlet and the angry, glowing orange of oxidizing air as it's high-frequency edge savagely carved a path towards his Spherical Assailant...