Sutoratosu

Mah Boi Notus back in the saddle again I see! Good to see ya man, good to see ya. This whole speil about angels and demons kinda reminds me of the original concept for the Exodus verse... to this day I still don't know how a supernatural fiction turned into a Sci-fi story, but... eh anyways, looking forward to seeing whatever you'll cook up. Let's all have a ghost of a time, just like the good ol' days

Well, yes, I have been busy as well. But the Forum being down for the near entirety of the day I specifically set aside a time and place to sit down and add everyone to the OOC then start writing the intro to chapter one definitely was a factor in why we're still sitting here now as well.

Give me some time. We would've started already if the forum downtime hadn't fucked everything up.

eh screw it, I missed the last few ones you guys tried (just really didn't have much time back then to really get around to checking em out and making something) but I'll bite. Granted, my knowledge of the Fate Universe is pathetically limited... but eh, if I was willing to watch all of To Aru just to get enough basic background to make Makoto... So yeah. I probably won't be of any actual input in discussions, but I'll give it a try if it gets running

Revenant vs Strider He wasted no time as the girl began island hoping, feet deftly maneuvering and muscling for rank across the stone surface of one isle to another as the bullet's whizzed by. No Tesla Fields, just the Mech's natural agility and it's pilot's years of footwork as he dodged and bounded about the field's outcroppings. Soon enough he would have to flaunt a bit more to get in good, but... for now he simply went about his way, keeping his distance and his head on a swivel as he tracked Strider's every move... and an eye in the sky as the shimmering remains of the light spectacle from his earlier bolt finally died down into nothing, though the crowd's attention had more or less long since been stolen by the start of the fighting. "Very interesting... it was brighter than I was expecting at that intensity level... but let's see what this kid can do, besides hop and shoot" With virtually no warning, Ragnorak came around in a sweeping arc within her master's hands as he continued on the move, static streaming along her length and setting her a hot, dazzling scarlet as a single slice of electric field came flying towards the SFD just as she was midway between hopping from one platform to another. More of a test than anything else; despite it's size and speed, it held even less strength than the blast he had fired into the barrier over the field... not that anyone besides himself would be able to tell from looking at the charging swath as it carved through the air. Supernova had been an fellow SMO with rocket capabilities and reflexes that seemed to be at least around par to his own; if even they had been given trouble avoiding the strike, Solomon doubted the girl would fair any better in that department. But he was curious about the strange readings that had begun trickling in. He'd picked up results like them many a time before, of course. They usually suggested a forcefield of some kind, likely one intended to keep the Armor rating lower on paper than it actually proved in combat; it wasn't like the idea of having a defensive field to deceive the opposition was anything new or uncommon (hell, technically speaking, even he himself was guilty of it too)... nor was it even an idea that was all that deceptive when one had seen them used so many times that they had simply tuned their own diagnostic systems to start looking for it immediately in a fight. But there was still something... off about this one. Something not normally present in a field detection. Whatever that something was though, the readings alone couldn't exactly tell him. But toying around for a bit probably could...

Revenant vs Strider "Here we go again..." Asmodeus' voice was the only sound that pierced the whistling acceleration of freefall. Solomon opened his eyes with a single inhale, the relay streaming beneath his lids still going strong even now. To think, the timid girl he'd met the night before would be none other than his next opponent... her dossier vanished now just as it had then with a mere thought. Speed, Firepower, Defense. A combination he'd seen more than his fair share of times... a combination he had destroyed more than his fair share of times. And the field was mostly water to boot; combine it with his mastery of the Electromagnetism... and he should've felt confident, despite whatever the Match-up analysis pegged his odds as. "Let's just get this over with..." He mentally muttered as the units finally made landfall, the inertia compensation immediately kicking in. Solomon barely felt it at all as Revenant automatically rose from a kneel and into a battle ready stance atop the small jutty of earth. He took one look at the crowd of... liberally dressed individuals and felt another shiver run through him as he caught sight of the fattest, pastiest bloke he'd even seen. Buck and bold. As naked as the day he was born. "I'm... really... fucking done with this place. They can run around in the buff all they want, it's their plane and their laws, I don't much give a fuck... but damn could I certainly do with a mind scrub after this mess." "Well, I mean, what were you expecting? A good portion of the populace is nudist. Hell, I would've thought you'd enjoy it here..." "Yeah, well... I wish that old man over there and a few others weren't a part of that 'Good portion'. Infact, I'd kinda prefer if all of em put something on. The only person I'm really interested in seeing naked is Sasha..." "My, just when I was about to compliment you as being more of a chivalrous romeo than I thought, you prove me wrong. But hey, who knows? Why_not test the waters, try to expand a bit past that on-again off-again fling of yours, live out a few fantasies? Who would know if you did, who would tell? Hell, perhaps one of the finer women in the crowd would be willing for a date; there's plenty of fish in this arena-" "Asmo?" "Yes?" "Shut up. You know I ain't about that life." Despite the back and forth- at a neural speed, but back and forth nonetheless -the Mechanic was anything but distracted from the battle about to be waged. Mind and body were separate realms, and while his mind sighed continually in exasberation, the body needn't any direct orders to prepare for carnage. Already, Ragnorok was out in a literal flash, thunder cracking in the sky like a mighty stead as the bolt he fired from her glorious face struck the protective field and fizzled away with a dazzling flash. Nowhere near what he was fully capable of, but enough to send a few of the more excitable members of the audience into more of a titty tizzy than they already were. Even a bit put off by the sights thus far, it seemed showing off before a fight was ingrained into his very muscle and bone. "Set Ragnorok to High Frequency. That armor isn't going to break like a tin can like Supernova's did." "Already done." "Prime the sabers." He sighed "Make sure everything's flowing like it should..." "Done as well." "Good... let's get this shit over with. The sooner I can go back to the train and forget what I saw here, the better... a God who looks and acts like he would be better employed as the lead singer to a Boy Band, some damn crazy chick striping naked like it's a bad porno... flabby ass grandpas... old grannies with breasts sagging to the floor..." Even as he spoke the words, the scans he fired off earlier were returning with their results. There were perks to being a mechanic... perks like being able to identify the power cell readings coming from the back of his opponent. Judging from it's size, he thought it was pretty safe to say it was likely the powersource of the unit... or at least a very big contributing factor to it's supply. And common sense told him the hulking Cannon mounted on the shoulder was likely either the main armament or the Coup De Grace... Already, a few variants of the most efficient kill strategy began surging through the network connecting man and machine. His visor flashed red... and he waited. Waited, and watched.

Name: Mayanna the Last Class: Sister >Saint Character Skill: Stillness (cost) Month of birth: Last Snow Personal Flaw: Survivor's Guilt [if an Allied unit within 3 spaces is reduced to 0HP, unable to move until the end of the next round] Personal Skill: Benevolence [if Healing an Allied Unit who is under half HP, restores +5 more health than usual] Personal Skill: Fleet-Footed [if within 3 spaces of 3 or more Enemies Units, +15 to Evasion] Promotion Personal Skill: Angelic Grace [if Over Half HP, +10 to Hit and Evasion] Preferred Stats: Resistance, Luck Weapon Proficiency: Healing ©, Staff (D) Level: 1 Total Level: 1 Progression Spent: 305% HP: 16 [40%] STR: 2 [10%] MAG: 4 [50%] SKL: 2 [30%] LCK: 6 +1 [60%] DEF: 1 +1 [30%] RES: 8 [60%] SPD: 6 +2 [25%] MOV: 5 CON: 5 AID: 4 Inventory: Heal (30/30), Vulnerary (3/3)

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huehuehuehue... well, this outta be fun...