Just moments ago, his radio came alive to the voice of the Captain. Back up and retrieval, hmm? Despite his long fight, Canaan was hardly damaged, living up to his 2nd hearts name, Juggernaut. If anything, he was quite tired, which was just as bad, for the simple reason that he could collapse from exhaustion and not be able to offer up any resistance as he gets ripped apart. One can only push their limits so far before suffering the consequences of such an action. Despite the assurance from the Captain regarding reinforcements, he wasn't exactly clear on the ETA. Well, at least not that the Radio would allow anyway. He was sifting through his options, the Gigas' status and position, which was keep its distance from him, taking note of the swarms numbers, and their formation which started surrounding him in a solid formation.
In short, the longer he fought, the more he tired, there would be no escape from them and he'd die in vein without accomplishing anything. Concluding his condition wouldn't hold up for much longer upon observing a decline in his production in the on-goings of the fight, he decided to fall back. This wasn't a matter of Pride, it was about making a logical call. Pride has no use on the battlefield, especially not in a life or death situation. While it might've been different if he had help but the fact was that he was alone. Factoring in the Gigas and the countless lower class ETs in the swarm, it'd be insane to continue alone for much longer. While Animas are no longer human and have strength in which humans can't compare with, they are by no means invincible. An anima who considers themselves to be as such is nothing but a liability.
With another swipe of his greatsword, he prevented the Fanghund from completing its formation and boxing him in. Taking advantage, Canaan mustered up what energy he had left to bolting through the hole in the line. Even this action was Risky in it's own given the fact he isn't fast by any stretches of the imagination, but it would've been far riskier to linger around when his tank is almost empty. Grabbing his radio, "Numbers too great, Stamina failing, falling back." he managed to say into the radio. Those who hear it would be surprised since that's considered talkative by Canaan's standards. He's not sure if it managed to get through, but he didn't have the time to worry about it. He needs to fall back to regroup and get into a more favorable position.
OOC:
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CP: 11
- Might: 4 (+3 with Juggernaut)
- Finesse: 1
- Compatibility: 3
Traits:
Oppressive - Your huge frame, combined with your silence, gives you an oppressive presence. Enemies and allies alike do not like being around you.
Gritty - You are used to seeing the horrors of war, and as a result, is more resistant to morale damage.
The Epic Of X:
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While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
Tower Defense A slow retreat was a retreat none the less, and one that had come far too late in Scorch's opinion. Intel had once again dropped the ball and now the infantry were the ones paying for it with their lives. Genocide didn't compare to this.
Holding her position atop the apartment building for the sole fact that, with the fighting now moving closer to her, it was going to be much easy to assassinate targets, Scorch quickly switched tactics from trying to kill the gigas to providing cover fire for her side's retreat. The only way they were going to slow the flood of Ets at this point was if they started dropping buildings on the damned things -- which she certainly had the power to do.
With her mind made up and once everyone had fallen back from the wall, Scorch threw herself off the top of the building she was standing on and used a concentrated Incinerate from both hands to slow her descent to the ground. From there she cranked her second heart up to 100% and fired her Solar Flare into the fourth floors of two skyscrapers on either side of the breach in the wall. Once their supports were destroyed, they would collapse and destroy everything caught beneath them.
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Second Heart Stats: MGT = 2 // FIN = 5 (+2 Origin) // COM = 4
Second Heart Traits: Teacher - You've been teaching for a long time, that automatically makes you good at making other people listen to you and getting them to do the things you want done. It also means that you’ll come across many of your former students in the force. Whether that's a good thing or not depends on the kind of teacher you were.
Blood Rage - It is a well known fact that trained athletes and fighters reach a moment called the zone, where their mind enters a state of zen. When this happens, time slows down and they know with perfect confidence what to do next. That has never happened to you, instead you black out as rage boils over, turning you into a creature of hatred and instinct. This can be a good thing or a bad thing; bad because you lose all control of yourself and don’t see much difference between one meatsack and the next, good because you are a literal killing machine.
“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."
"Aren't you a hardy one?" Dio complained to absolutely no one in his annoyance.
The winged ets still remain unkilled despite receiving a kiss from his bullet. Not only did it survived the shot, the winged montrosity now begins another rampage in the tower. Firing aimlessly at everything in its vicinity. With every spores fired, more debris in every size begin to rain down with some of the crashing upon the winged ets.
As Dio felt death is closing down on its prey, the winged ets begins it final struggle. Dashing toward the heart of the tower, the HGE generator. It was apparent what was the intent of the ets.It is trying to detonate the generator and this calls for a intervention.
With a movement from his wing, Dio surges forward chasing its target into the tower. As he closes down in distance, Dio activates another weapon in his arsenal, the HGE scythe. The next second it is, Dio swing down his crescent shaped blade on half dead monster.
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CP: 10
Might - 2
Finesse - 3
Compatibility - 3
Trait:
Silent Watcher - it might be because you keep to yourself too often, but you have a thin presence. while good for infiltration purposes, this makes you less effective in communicating with others.
Gritty - you are used to seeing horrid stuff, and therefore less prone to morale damage.
Struggle is useless, for death comes to all. Death was a cruel master to humanity, it would take so many forms, so many faces yet it was always the same result. Now death was caressing the anima below it, running its cold dead fingers on the cracked head. No, the fingers were cold but for now it was not deaths, the being was not a spirit but mechanical and it was not there to take the Anima’s life for it had not been ordered to do so.
“scanning body, head in critical condition, applying necessary emergency first aid” the mechanical girl spoke emotionlessly. At this point the Planeswalker was beside them asking who had delivered the bike, but none of the other two were in a condition to answer.
The Barghest Hated the area it was in, it was too inclosed. Even with the new holes it wasn’t good enough, which angered the gigas enough to start smashing in the roof to destroy it. Now it’s attacks could be more effective but lucky for the three anima the rubble from the roofs destruction did not land on them.
Again the Barghest turned its attention to the meal in front of it, the Gigas decided to have its meal before finishing everything else off. The Gigas made its move and brought down its taloned foot down on the 3 anima hoping to crush and/or slice them before eating their mangled bodies.
As if in slow motion the foot came down closer and closer before it was right above the three.
It was a dreadful struggle for Vici. With his wounds limiting his ability to move, he was forced into one-sided defense against the rampaging Devourer. If anything, it reminded him once again that the Etrangers are not to be taken lightly. They are no simple beasts; they are intelligent creatures, capable of learning and adapting, much like humans. The fact that they're already more numerous than human, and physically stronger as well, had reminded Vici once again of how grim the world he's living in was, and it humbled him.
That was, of course, not to say that he lost his will to fight. After all, he had known that the world is a cruel place, and it is only those who refuses to bow their head and succumb to its tyranny that were worthy to live on this bloodied land. He refused to falter, and instead opted to cry out against fate, even if he were to expend his last breath to do so. Knowing that the beast had already studied his movements, Vici deliberately created an opening in his defense; an opening the beast readily took advantage of.
In one swift motion, the beast's clawed right forelimb plunged through Vici's already broken right shoulder. The attack shattered his bones completely, and was nearly fatal to Vici. But with that one strike, the beast had instead sealed its defeat. With its dominant limb now deeply stuck in Vici's body, the Devourer could no longer move freely. And in point blank range such as this, Vici would not miss. With his remaining left arm, Vici raised his treasured shotgun up to the Devourer's face. Taking a second to gaze upon his soon-to-be prey's eye, Vici let out his signature cocky smile.
"Learn your place, beast."
The muzzle exploded with unbridled fury as Vici pulled the trigger on his shotgun. The pellets that followed blasted half of the devourer's face, and the beast finally lost its menacing presence. The limb that was embedded in Vici's shoulder slowly lose its power, and slid right out of the gaping wound as the beast that owned it crumbled lifeless to the ground. Against all odds, Vici had won. His body was battered, but instead of screaming in pain, his entire cells howled in a thunderous fanfare. He could barely feel the pain. He felt as if he were flying, weightless and unbound. In fact, he could barely feel anything at all; his blood loss had finally taken a toll on his body.
And then, like a lightning strike, a mighty swing from the supposedly fallen beast swept him off the ground. Off-balanced and disoriented, Vici fell head-first onto the ground, and after a split-second recovery, rolled around to see what had exactly happened. And there he saw it; the beast with half-destroyed face, using its last ounce of strength to stand once more. Its steps were flaky at best, and it fell more than once. Yet it kept on standing back up, its remaining eye burning with immeasurable tenacity. It would not stop, not until it managed to kill Vici with its own clawed hands. A couple of shaky steps later, the Devourer was finally upon Vici. Staring down on him, the beast moved its mouth and uttered words that shocked Vici more than anything he had ever experienced.
"Learn your place," the beast said as it raised its foreleg high to the sky. Its intention was pretty clear: it wanted to crush Vici's head with a vengeful downward strike.
Fear. That was the emotion that crept to Vici's heart as he saw what transpired before him. He had no idea how excruciatingly scary it was to see Death staring straight onto his face, declaring its intent to end his existence. Against the feeling of powerlessness it incurred upon him, Vici could do nothing but close his eyes, raise his left hand as a final attempt at self-defense, and wait for the end to come. A second passed; and then two, and three. Yet the awaited attack did not come. Thus, Vici braved himself and opened his eyes, and saw: the beast staring at him, its eye vacant and devoid of the fiery zeal he had seen right before he closed his eyes the first time. The beast had ran out of energy and died; and this time, for real.
"Hah.. Hahaha. AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" a delirious laughter escaped Vici's mouth as relief washed over his mind. He had many things to worry, such as Gethel's abnormal condition, but for now he only wanted to relish on the fact that he's still alive. Soon, his comrades will come for him. Everything's gonna be alright. Wouldn't it?
OOC Directives:
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Vici had pocketed the following Feats: "Fighting Injured", "Defying Death", and "Killed A Devourer Rare Variant".
Vici earned a +1 to Might stats and may freely allocate another 1 point to any stat of his choice.
You may do whatever you want, but remember, Gethel's life is still in critical condition.
Reinforcements will arrive on your next post. You may control them any way you like.
Part 2 - Unknown
Infinity Circuit
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Unbeknownst to Vici, his victory was not earned from his efforts alone. From the distance, far from everyone's view, were a lone hunter with a bow of light in arms and a tattered black cape over her visage. She had shot the Devourer dead just before it managed to deal its killing blow. The arrow she used dispersed into fine particle of HGE right after the killing impact were made, leaving no trace that she did anything at all.
"To think that the Etrangers had penetrated this far into the city defenses.. I better make haste," the black shadow muttered before she disappeared into nothingness, much like her arrow.
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Part 3 - Wall Team
Fall of Wall Pristina
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If anything, the years he spent on the battlefield had thought Canaan how to pace himself. Numerous times had he seen soldiers pushing themselves to their utmost limit, only to die an empty death from overexerting themselves. Zeal had had its place in his heart for a time, but in the end, he realized that he did not need to be so eager to chase death; he'll come for you eventually.
"Stamina failing. Falling back," the Titan calmly stated as he made his methodical retreat from the encroaching wave of Etrangers. A selfish act, one might say, but a wise one nonetheless. Had he stayed, he would surely be devoured by the hordes of hungry Fanghunds. Nobody could tell what would happen afterwards. The Fangs would most probably evolve to a higher form after devouring such a rich HGE source as an Anima, and they will return to haunt the soldiers with even deadlier force than before. Morale will be greatly hurt, and many will die in the desperate struggle.
He did the best thing, given his situation, yet even that had its consequences. With Canaan retreating from the front line, the Gigas Roman was once again free to launch his attack on the soldiers within the wall. Without even waiting for the dust to settle, it began to fling Siegebreakers towards the human fortifications. The first Siegebreaker exploded in the sky, showering the poor soldiers underneath with a red rain of death: acidic blood.
As if a signal, the explosion drove the Fanghunds to once again made their way towards the bewildered humans. Truly, they were a literal wave of death; ebbing and flowing rhythmically, carrying along with them the soul of the living with every cycle. Even if the humans knew of this tactic, they were powerless against it. The crippling crimson rain had left them powerless against the oncoming wave of jet black carapaces, and the millions of sharp fangs that was hidden underneath. The front line was nothing but lost.
Back on the makeshift tower, Janet was doing her best at shooting the Siegebreakers down before they reached the pockets of soldiers, but even her had a limit. Expending such a huge amount of HGE every time she launched a fireball was tiring as it was. The fact that she need to do so without a pause, and need to hit her target every time had put an incredible tax upon her mental. She was exhausted beyond imagination, it was amazing that she was even conscious at this point.
Nonetheless, her focus was slipping, and more of her fireballs began to miss their mark. She was wasting whatever little amount of energy she had left, but she knew that she could not; must not, stop. And thus, she continue to burn herself out with her endless endeavour. It mattered little what would happen to her. Her only thought was to save as many of her 'children' as she could. If she were to die while doing so, then so be it.
Sadly, that resolve was answered in full by the cruel fate. A Siegebreaker had eluded her fireballs, and was then flying towards her at a menacing pace. It took Janet a second too long to realize that, and another second too long for her to retaliate. She blasted the bloated shell of red death into its fiery death, but it was too late. The thing exploded too close to her location, and showered her with the all-consuming red acid. It scalded her fair skin, and above all else, singed her eyes.
Blinded by the attack, Janet could no longer stood her ground against the onslaught. Another Siegebreaker was thrown towards the apartment block she was on, and this time, she was unable to stop it. The living cannonball made its mark, and exploded with unrivaled vengeance, destroying the entire building. Debris, both large and small; inorganic or otherwise, crumbled upon the lines of soldiers that were planning to seek refuge on this supposedly safest haven in this bloodied battleground.
Many people died during this event. Soldiers, bravest sons and daughters of men; Anima, saints who forewent their nature as humans in order to defend what's important to them; they all died unfortunate deaths, leaving only incomplete body parts behind. Janet's fate, however, was never confirmed. Her body was never found. Some believed that it was a testament that she's in fact still alive. To most, however, the only logical conclusion was that her body was destroyed without a trace in the violent tragedy.
The walls had fallen. That was the only conclusion to the raging battle at the borders of humanity's three remaining bastion of hope. And it would not take long for the hordes of alien beasts to made its way towards the civilians that were hiding behind the now-ruined walls. Who was it that will be held responsible for this culpability? Canaan, who in his right mind abandoned his duty? Kas, who led the soldiers far too late into the fray? John, who arrived with reinforcements from Nibel far too late to prevent the catastrophe from happening? Or will the blame fall to Gethel, who had failed to lead her forces effectively towards victory?
OOC Directives:
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The battle had ended with a "Crushing Defeat". For you who are still interested in this RP, you may write that you somehow survived this slaughter. I shall award you with your stat points once I confirmed that you are still in this RP.
Along with you, there's a group of 6 NPC soldiers that also managed to survive the onslaught. You may control them if you wish to, but be sure to keep in mind that their morale will be at rock bottom level.
The Etrangers had thankfully spent their entire reserve of Siegebreakers. There are still a good amount of Fanghunds around, however. Let's say there are still 24 of them, for the sake of simplicity.
The Gigas 'Roman' is alive and unscathed. It has decided to leave the rear line to spearhead the attack on Feldine. It has yet to notice your presence, so you are free to regroup. Attempt at surprise attack will most probably fail miserably though. Be warned.
The unknown NPC is heading towards the wall. She will arrive at random.
Edited by Crouching Bacon, 15 March 2015 - 09:37 AM.
After Eden The first thing Scorch heard when she woke up were the mumbling whispers of her fellow soldiers. She could tell by their tone that something had happened, something she was probably better off not remembering. Their morale was low and her body ache everywhere but south of the border, but that didn't stop her from trying to gather her bearings and return to the fight.
Nap time was over and there were bugs that needed squishing.
Her eyes hadn't healed however... And that's when it all came back to her. She had cooked one of those siegebreakers inside their shells when it thanked her by spewing it's innards all across her face and eyes. The skin across her face felt tight and raw, meaning that her healing wasn't done just yet. With a groan she forced herself to sit up as someone rudely pushed her back down.
She hated doctors. They were no fun at all.
Even with the flood of nausea that was currently washing over her, she knew it would pass quicker if she tackled it head on. Besides, she was a lady, she'd never allow herself throw up even if the rest of her probably looked like one big, third-degree burn.
"I-I'm fine," she managed to get passed her lips. "Just need a good, old status report to clear away the cobwebs."
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Second Heart Stats: MGT = 2 // FIN = 5 (+2 Origin) // COM = 4
Second Heart Traits: Teacher - You've been teaching for a long time, that automatically makes you good at making other people listen to you and getting them to do the things you want done. It also means that you’ll come across many of your former students in the force. Whether that's a good thing or not depends on the kind of teacher you were.
Blood Rage - It is a well known fact that trained athletes and fighters reach a moment called the zone, where their mind enters a state of zen. When this happens, time slows down and they know with perfect confidence what to do next. That has never happened to you, instead you black out as rage boils over, turning you into a creature of hatred and instinct. This can be a good thing or a bad thing; bad because you lose all control of yourself and don’t see much difference between one meatsack and the next, good because you are a literal killing machine.
“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."
Deciding to fallback proved costly as it enabled the Gigas to continue its attack. Not long after it was free to attack once more, it started releasing siegebreakers at the human fortifications, exploding in the sky with a red rain of death. With the way it was melting those it hit, acidic rain. That proved almost to be a signal as the swarm took the cue and became a wave of death as they ran rampant over them killing all those caught in the tide. It was unfortunate and not exactly the thing he wanted to see but Canaan didn't regret his decision. It made a decision based on his condition and went with it.
If he had stayed, sure, he might have kept them distracted and prevent them from attacking for a few more moments but he would eventually die in vein. Surely he was worth more than a distraction to buy a few more minutes. It wasn't out of arrogance but logic. He isn't filled with a sense of justice to where he'd push on regardless of his condition and simply throw his life away simply for buying for time. He can't save anyone or do his job dead, after all. He simply wasn't strong enough to take on a Gigas and a swarm. None of that can be helped. With that, he proceeded on ahead and met up with the Captain, Kas, and 6 survivors.
"Unable to hold back the Gigas Class Estranger and the swarm of Fanghund class. Many Dead." He spoke as he gave his report of the situation in his usual manner, showing no signs of remorse any emotion despite the consequences of his retreat.
OOC:
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CP: 11
- Might: 5 (+3 with Juggernaut)
- Finesse: 2
- Compatibility: 3
Traits:
Oppressive - Your huge frame, combined with your silence, gives you an oppressive presence. Enemies and allies alike do not like being around you.
Gritty - You are used to seeing the horrors of war, and as a result, is more resistant to morale damage.
While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
Vici fought to stay conscious for the remaining agonizing moments as the thumping of allied boots filled the space around him. His eyesight having since blurred to the point where he could hardly make out individual people, and only vaguely recognized the uniform. Looking at the soldiers who entered the area, Vici smirked painfully. Or at least he thought it was a smirk, Had to at least try to show a brave face to the soldiers. Morale can make or break a fight, and negativity certainly wouldn't be saving any lives today. The situation didn't allow for Vici to calmly rest or crack jokes or even brag about his narrow victory, there was a life hanging in the balance, one he gave his all to save. He vowed internally that he'd be damned to let her die now.
"Save Her... Any means necessary... " He managed to croak out and shot a quick glance at the limp for of the Gethel. The soldiers received the message and ran to "save" the Lieutenant. As the blurs started to converge on Gethel, Vici's consciousness faded.
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(added the point to Might and the extra point into Finesse, making it an even 4/4/2 stat line from the 3/3/2 it was.)
"Completed detailed scan. ET found in Evo high. Increased hunger and aggression. Threat level estimated at Alpha Red." The automaton continued on mechanically as she finished with the basic first aid for the unconscious Cetra. Things had burgeoned out of proportion and clearly Sixteen was paying the ultimate price of of madness.
After seeking death in fields for so long. It had finally found her and in her weakest moment, where she was incapable of looking it straight into the face, it was about to draw curtains on her last act. By literally squishing the light out of her. But it seems machines don't give in as easily as mind does. Rachel leveled its HGE Gatling and fired at the platform where they were positioned at.
Under the sustained burst, the supports gave way quickly and before the massive fang could proceed to crush the futile resistance. They had fallen through crevice to the ground below. It would be relatively harder for the Gigas to wade through the debris to locate them now, since its massive size would be more of a hindrance than help, stuck between two levels.
Rachel meanwhile, had established that it would proceed firing periodic rounds from varying angles at it to keep the Gigas away from the fallen Anima and if her calculations were right, then the Anima may regain sense and be useful again.
Edited by RP Fiend, 23 March 2015 - 03:09 PM.
If you have the time:
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Through the vast entity that is the Internet, we now find ourselves in an unfamiliar place. A place of new faces, new personalities, and new adventurers alike. This place is the new home of our motley crew, and it is called Batoto. Here, as we meander through bustling streets and cobblestone draped markets, we find the first new person we will meet this day. Diabolical Rhapsody. What is so curious and is immediately the most noticeable thing about this shy soul is his height. Towering over eight feet high and sporting a two-handed mace that weighs more than some men, one would expect this scraggly bearded giant to be a savage barbarian. Yet those who dare try to scratch the surface a touch soon find a kind soul who so earnestly aims to please. Accompanying the vodka that he drinks and sings softly to is a pen quill made of the finest eagle's feather. His tools of imagination and creation, the studious giant fervently writes his passages for us all to see.
Blessed It's often said that just when you think things can't possibly get any worse, they always do. In this case at least, Scorch didn't think that was very true at all. Sure she was partially disfigured, and apparently two buildings had basically just collapsed on top of her, and many of her allies were dead, and... Wait, what was she trying to say again? Oh, right. Things weren't really that bad.
From what she'd just heard from the small group of soldiers she was with, the gigas and the rest of it's infinite army had pushed passed them and was now heading straight for Feldine. Only a medium group of twenty or so fanghunds were still in the area, possibly searching for survivors, feasting on corpses or whatever it was that etrangers did battling with the humans.
She was tempted to deal with the fanghunds but she could tell that her group was going to have none of that. As far as they were concerned, the war was over and simply surviving was now their new objective.
Part of her wanted to get angry, to feel something but she was just too exhausted. Mentally, physically... It was even possible that she was just in shock. Either way, she couldn't amp herself to get back in the saddle, not just yet. She was just too numb and everything still felt surreal.
How could no one have seen all of these etrangers moving towards them? They had to have killed at least 200 the blasted things during the course of the fighting, and yet more still kept coming... In the end, it didn't matter. Even if she'd know just what to expect -- know that they were going to lose -- she still would have gone to defend the wall. Scorch was always down for the cause, but never for the count.
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Second Heart Stats: MGT = 2 // FIN = 5 (+2 Origin) // COM = 4
Second Heart Traits: Teacher - You've been teaching for a long time, that automatically makes you good at making other people listen to you and getting them to do the things you want done. It also means that you’ll come across many of your former students in the force. Whether that's a good thing or not depends on the kind of teacher you were.
Blood Rage - It is a well known fact that trained athletes and fighters reach a moment called the zone, where their mind enters a state of zen. When this happens, time slows down and they know with perfect confidence what to do next. That has never happened to you, instead you black out as rage boils over, turning you into a creature of hatred and instinct. This can be a good thing or a bad thing; bad because you lose all control of yourself and don’t see much difference between one meatsack and the next, good because you are a literal killing machine.
“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."
A surprise first and foremost to herself, RCL-104F found herself defying the algorithm that was embedded to her brain. She was supposed to prioritize her own safety and abandon others' safety when the situation is unfavorable, yet she was unable to simply left F-216 to die. Instead, she injected the Anima with fractured skull some of her own self-repair nanobots. These miniscule drones were really good at what they were designed to do: repairing damaged tissue, but they would still take some time to fully heal a wound of that scale. In the mean time, RCL-014F would have to defend the inanimate Anima if she were to insist on keeping her alive.
"Hostile Etranger unit confirmed to be of a Gigas class of Flyer variant. Outmaneuvering not possible," RCL stated blankly, her battle algorithm working full-time to analyze the opponent she was facing. With evasive maneuver out of the equation, she decided that destroying the platform would be the best course of action if she were to survive together with F-216. As such, she leveled her Gatling and unleashed a burst of sustained fire on its structural weakpoints. Under the short, but powerful burst of HGE fire, the platform quickly gave in to the two Anima's combined weight and collapsed, allowing RCL and F-216 to evade Barghest's fangs.
For the moment, they would be safe from harm. Barghest's huge frame proved to be more of a curse than a blessing, seeing as the hungered Etranger were struggling to claw its way down the rabbit hole. That was, of course, not to say that staying put was the best course of action. Once Barghest managed to tear open the platform enough to slid in, they would be sitting ducks. RCL was not built for agility, and on a terrain so heavily littered with debris, she would not be able to keep a distance with the Ets. Once locked in melee, she would lose all chance of winning.
Therefore, it was imperative that she work together with the prisoner to neutralize Barghest's threat before her prediction came to a fruitition.
"Prisoner Noix, can you hear me?" RCL stated calmly onto her helmet's built-in vox broadcaster. "I know working with others is not your preferred Modus Operandi, but I am afraid we will have no choice. Let us plan our attack," she continued as she fired a couple of rounds to Barghest, only to see that the beast were not even staggered by the projectiles that would easily fell a Devourer class. "The hostile unit's hide is thick enough to brush off my bullets. We will need stronger fire power if we want to fatally wound it."
Having received no response from the Planeswalker, RCL decided to be a little more chatty and continued the one-sided attempt at communicating. "Rest assured, the beast does not seem to be able to comprehend our language. We can talk."
OOC Info:
Spoiler
This is not a GM post. I am posting as a fellow player in this certain scenario, and Jod will be the one controlling the Etranger "Barghest".
I know you are there IS, so get to posting already :<
Noix looked at her surroundings, she was trapped in a hole alongside other Animas, waiting to be devoured by the Et making its way to the feast.
What do I do now? Kyoma won't even scratch that thingShe looked at the Automaton that fell with them, standing next to the girl, waiting for further instructions.
"Prisoner Noix, can you hear me? I know working with others is not your preferred Modus Operandi, but I am afraid we will have no choice. Let us plan our attack,"
Said the Robotic girl that was currently firing at the Creature with no results at all, next to her there was a wounded anima laying on the floor.
Maybe I can reason with the monster, maybe tame it as some kind of pet haha
"Rest assured, the beast does not seem to be able to comprehend our language. We can talk."
"I heard you the first time"
She turned around and started to walk towards the girl that was adressing her.
"But I like to play as a team!" She said while pointing her finger at RCL"The problem is that we are against a boss who is overstacked, so what do we do?"she smiled "Hehe, we cheat of course!"
Noix made a black cord and waved it towards RCL in a playful matter.
"I believe I can give you a power up so you can damage that thing, the catch is that someone has to play decoy to attract its attention from you" she paused for a couple of seconds, and then resumed "So who better than the Heroine herself!?" she placed her hand over her chest with pride, completely oblivious to the suicide mission she was suggesting.
"Looks like the bugs had done you in, eh?" a voice interrupted Kas' men that were about to start an internal fight with Canaan, who they deemed far too ignorant to the lives of fellow soldiers. The source, was none other than John, the officer in charge of the reinforcements from Nibel sent to salvage the situation in Feldine. "Look at all the destruction; all these from 100 or so harvesters and a Gigas. Those despicable bugs are growing smarter and stronger at an alarming rate," he continued at his own interpretation of the situation.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he then turned to the ragtag group of survivors and addressed them. "You did well surviving, soldiers. Yet, I cannot grant you the luxury of repose just yet. You might not know this just yet, but there are two Titan-class Etrangers just outside of our city's portal. The Lindwurm Nibel sent is doing its best to stall them, but it won't be long until the situation grow out of control. Personally, I'd say we've got two hours tops."
And then there were silence. There were no more anger in the soldiers' eyes and face; only despair. John's words were clear as crystal, but their minds seemed to refuse to let them register. Basically the commander was telling them that there was no salvation to their situation; that the long war they fought to defend Feldine was all for naught. Their friends and families, along with themselves, would all die in two hours' time. Even if that was really the truth, it was too harsh, too cruel, to accept.
Yet, the commander refused to mince his words. "Do not make me repeat myself. Feldine is lost," he declared mercilessly to the soldiers who were by then as pale as ghosts. But that was not the end of it. "In the short time we have left, I will have you, all of you, to help me secure a passage for whatever is left of the civilians towards Feldine's top security underground prison, the Toybox. There is supposed to be an experimental combat vessel being developed there. We'll use it as our means of escape."
Twice now had John dropped the bomb with his words. The first time, he struck fear and hopelessness to the hearts of the soldiers. The second, he gave them hope amidst their despair. In doing so, he had successfully manipulated the soldiers, who were disorganized and were on the brink of internal fracture, into one cohesive unit that had only one goal in mind: to open a path towards Toybox, no matter what stood in their way. And that fact vexed both Kas and Janet. To think that their compassion and camaraderie fell short to John's aloof ways were almost unbearable to them.
None of that mattered for the moment, though. For they too found themselves unable to disobey John. Faced with the fear of losing everything they hold dear and backed to a corner, they had no choice but to tread the one and only path of salvation John offered to them. There was no longer a time for individual disputes. And with both hope and despair filling their hearts, the group fervently followed John towards the city.
Part 2 - Eights and Dio
Gravity
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Despite Dio's best effort, the Gigas did not seem to be slowing down at all. It was most obviously dead, seeing that Dio's last shot had definitely destroyed its skull; but just like a cockroach, the beast continued to move despite losing its head. Its collision with the tower's HGE generator was then inevitable. In the last minute though, Eights sprung out of her hiding and saved Dio from being consumed by the ensuing explosion.
Using her immortal body as a shield for the winged Anima, Eights withstood the sensation of the fire scalding her back. It was intense, the pain. It reminded her of the failed attempt at suicide by setting herself on fire. Just like how it was back then, however, the fire did not kill her. It was merely a nuisance, an awful feeling that she could not shook off, but inevitably not powerful enough to consume her. How she wished she did not have her immortality. How much more comfortable it would be if she could simply die and no longer feel the pain. Or at least, that was the last thing she had on her mind before blacking out from the intense pain.
With Eights now unconscious, and the fire not showing a sign of weakening, Dio put it on himself the burden of saving them both from a fiery death. Using the force of the blast to his advantage, Dio expanded his wings and rode the updraft towards the upper floor, and then towards the hole in the wall from which they entered the first time. Needless to say, the flame seared his wings, to the point that his plumage were no more by the time he reached the exit. With no more wings to support him, both Dio and Eights fell towards the ground.
How ironic was it? It seemed that Eights' experiment of falling towards her death would be fulfilled after all. It was as if the fight with the Gigas did not happen at all. Following her initial trajectories, Eights followed the gravity back to the Earth below. The only difference being that now she had a wingless Dio accompanying her descent.
Just meters before the unconscious Dio and Eights reached the ground, however, a couple of golden threads wrapped upon their legs and gradually slowed their descend to a manageable speed. The impact was still rather strong, but at least the two Anima would survive it with only minor cuts and bruises. Upon finishing their duty, the golden threads dispersed into small particles of HGE and dissolved into the atmosphere, leaving no traces that they ever existed at all.
Part 3 - Vici and Gethel
Lionheart
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'Lieutenant Gethel opening her eyes to meet his gaze', was the last thing Vici saw before his vision faded to white. Was it his imagination? He could not tell. He could no longer see, nor could he feel his body. His consciousness had left his body, and had now drifted to a peaceful slumber, where the sorrows and pains of reality could no longer reach him. There, he met his friends he had lost; the ones he had failed to protect prior to receiving the power of an Anima. It was a bittersweet nostalgic dream, one that could make even the cockiest, most self-confident Anima shed tears.
Alas, he was not allowed to stay in the dream land for long. A shot of stimulants to the neck had forced him to awaken from his slumber. Surprisingly, even this rude awakening was nostalgic to Vici. Yes, it was the same shot that was administered to him when he first received his second heart. They said it was necessary to stabilize the second heart or something. He could not really remember what the guys in white labcoats said when he awakened as an Anima the first time. Ah, if only that bespectacled beauty who shyly stood at the back of the balding men were to explain him what happened to his body instead, he would have an easier time remembering the explanations.
"Hey, looks like colors are returning to him!" Vici heard a soldier exclaimed as his senses slowly returned to him. The said soldier then proceeded to raise him up into a sitting position and gave him a bottle of water (which was obviously mixed with bitter medicine beforehand, that damned bastard) for him to drink. Once Vici finished the potion, he soon realized what happened to him. There was a bleeding hole on his chest, though the wound seemed to be closing really quickly. There was also a similar hole on Gethel's chest, though it too seemed to be closing rapidly. Her previously labored breathing had stabilized.
"The operation is a success. It seemed that your second heart is really compatible with Lt. Gethel, young man!" a rather aged, but lively soldier explained the obvious to Vici. "Man! I haven't seen an operation that smooth for ages. You sure you're not of a Cairys descent, boy?" the aged dude continued with a hearty laughter. "Well, anyway, thanks dude!" he finished as he landed a powerful slap onto Vici's back. Man, that dude really had no sense of restraint against the wounded at all, had he?
"Well, take a moment to rest your body, young man. In thirty minutes' time, we'll be sortieing once again. It seems that the wall team had fallen, and a horde of hungry Ets are on its way towards the city. We'll intercept them from here, so you better recover enough power to fight by then!"
The last thing he remembers was being shielded by the unknown person he encountered in the tower and falling off the tower.Following the most logical train of thoughts, falling from that great height above would only mean one thing "dead". It is a miracle itself for Dio to found himself still alive even with some serious injury on his account, especially on his wings.
Scanning around the area, he found the mysterious person lying right before his side. Severe burning all over the body and burned to crisp skin, it is safe to assume that this man is dead.
Just before he give up hope on saving the "charcoal-ed" man. He heard a faint breathing coming from the man nostril.
To his shock, the man is still alive despite all odds that stack against him. With a quick respond, Dio channeled his HGE that flows through his body to a single point, his palm. A faint light begins to emit from the channeling point. Placing his palm on the subject wounded spot, the make-shift medic begins his healing.
Spoiler
CP: 10
Might - 2
Finesse - 3
Compatibility - 3
Trait:
Silent Watcher - it might be because you keep to yourself too often, but you have a thin presence. while good for infiltration purposes, this makes you less effective in communicating with others.
Gritty - you are used to seeing horrid stuff, and therefore less prone to morale damage.
Vici woke to the sound of sizzling food, and the smell of what was undoubtedly an amazing breakfast drifted his way. He hopped out of his bed quickly and smoothly, stretching and stifling a yawn. Pushing the door open and diving into the inviting smell, Vici's heart plunged. The sound of popping food on a pan over a fire faded away, replaced by crying cicadas and the creak of a wooden beam under strain. The once warm and welcoming smell of cooking food gave way and something sickly hung in the air. This memory was not one Vici would ever forget, and as if he were simply an observer, he couldn't turn away, he couldn't look elsewhere. He resigned himself to the living nightmare as he looked up at the dangling carcass that had once been his father. Turning away in disgust and returning to his room, he had found that what was once his room was now a dark street in Dulcin. The cool night air forcibly drug Vici back to one of the worst nights of his life. Vici felt his eyes tear up as he gazed upon Rose, his best friend and ally in restoring order to Dulcin, forcefully. The light had left her eyes, and Vici tried to not look at the gaping would in her side nor take notice of how limply her head leaned, her neck having been absolutely shattered. Vici's first love, she was strong, smart, and beautiful. Vici was captivated by her raven hair darting across the streets of Dulcin, incapacitating the violent gangsters that threatened the peacefulness of the town. She always had his back when it came down to crushing the next gang, and while the two made an amazing pair in battle, they never got the chance to explore a relationship before Rose was ambushed by the final (and largest) gang left in the town. They went by the name of Veritas, and weren't particularly violent in comparison to some others. As the other gangs were crushed and fell apart, their members fled to join the ranks of Veritas, and an internal power struggle forced the moderate faction out of Dulcin in favor of a confrontational attitude towards the resurgent government.
"...Rose...", It barely sounded like his voice, but Vici knew that it was him. The cracked, withered sound wracked with misery was almost too pathetic to listen to.
Vici's eyes opened slowly, and he was helped up to a sitting position by a very excitable soldier. The soldier gave Vici a quick run-down of the situation. Lt. Gethel was stable and Vici's second heart was compatible with her. All great news up until the mention of the wall falling and an impending sortie in thirty minutes. Vici groaned internally as he stretched a bit and his body creaked in response. He was healing rapidly from both the operation, and combat wounds, thanks to the first aid he received as well as his body's increased regeneration. Still, thirty minutes was no time for a full recovery, to Vici's chagrin. Vici laid back onto the ground and closed his eyes, resting for the coming battle.
The anger.....the hatred they displayed was quite obvious. Not that any of it was a surprise to him, it was to be expected but Canaan couldn't be bothered about such things. He had no time for petty squabbles, the mission came before anything else. His decision was the most logical and sensible considering the situation he is. But of course, they're unable to see that. As usual, he wasn't phased by any of it as he remained impassive, which seemed to only fuel their anger. Just when things seemed like they were going to get kicked up a notch, a voice interrupted them, that of Commander John. It seems he's the one they'd be linking up with.
As Commander John spoke, the soldiers anger dissipated. Instead, their angers vanished only to be replaced by despair as they grew paler with every word he speaks. With all he has experienced and seen in battle, he knows all too well how bad things can get. While he's unfazed by the Commanders words, having seen what the estrangers can do and even taking on a Gigas, he accepts the harsh reality as truth. After all, he was a tool...a weapon used to destroy said beings and save humanity and think of the greater good. So while the others grew pale and fretted in dispair, Canaan remained impassive and acknowledged the command.
He sure knows how to work them...
With that, with his HGE Greatsword latched to his back, followed the Commander towards the city.
OOC:
Spoiler
CP: 11
- Might: 5 (+3 with Juggernaut)
- Finesse: 2
- Compatibility: 3
Ranged Attack: None
Melee Attack: Carries an HGE Greatsword, 'The Crimson Cross', to battle, though, he prefers fighting with his hands. Of course, not all enemies can be fought with just hands so his sword is there for the persistent suckers.
Second Heart Skills:
[3][P]Juggernaut [0/0] - An ability granted by his 2nd heart that allows him to channel HGE and convert it to increase his physical strength and endurance.
Traits:
Oppressive - Your huge frame, combined with your silence, gives you an oppressive presence. Enemies and allies alike do not like being around you.
Gritty - You are used to seeing the horrors of war, and as a result, is more resistant to morale damage.
While we fade away from the bustling market where our benevolent giant resides, we spend what seems to be endless hours winding through the unfamiliar cobblestone streets. Slithering through the labyrinth of darkened streets and narrow passages until in this expansive city, we reach a place where the light rarely touches. There, beneath a fickle and flickering lamp, sitting upon her throne that marks her the queen of the underworld with a cunning and seductive smile is none other than I-Am-X. Calmly observing us with a yellowed iris beset upon harrowing black, her fanged grin only grows wider as her fingertip guides the rod that stirs a tall, thin glass of suspicious looking Red Wine. Here in the Dark, we exist temporarily in her Kingdom. A place where the unsavory sorts can find sanctuary, a black market, and often the tools of death, subtlety, and subterfuge.
Sliding her sultry fingertip upon the spine of a book, the tome seems almost alive as it shudders and props open to a blank, but weathered page. Dipping a sharpened fountain pen in ink, she takes her mark upon the leathery parchment after a sip of her Bloodied delicacy. Not a moment later for us, the innocent-minded folks living upon the streets above, she describes to us her next devilish machination.
"Do not make me repeat myself. Feldine is lost," John Smith declared. "In the short time we have left, I will have you, all of you, to help me secure a passage for whatever is left of the civilians towards Feldine's top security underground prison, the Toybox. There is supposed to be an experimental combat vessel being developed there. We'll use it as our means of escape."
Escape. That was the part of John's little speech that had wedged itself under Janet's skin and was currently irritating her. Words like that made her wonder if this order come from the brass upstairs, or if John had finally lost it -- and was taking all of them with him.
Waiting patiently for her chance once John was done speaking to the troops and most of her fellow soldiers' attentions were elsewhere, Janet made her way over to John's side. It was already too late to turn the vehicle around but it was never too late to know the truth. So with as much subtlety as she could muster, she asked a few key questions, the kind that would tell her whether or not John needed to be relieved of duty.
With a few key questions and some of John's colorful answers, Janet was able to put her doubts to rest -- though, not her disgust with the whole operation. Many had died and nothing would come of it. If such was going to be the case, then none of them should have bothering putting on the uniform that morning.
In the days to come, tough questions would need to be asked and important people held responsible. If not, they would all end up living beneath the ground...
Spoiler
Second Heart Stats: MGT = 2 // FIN = 5 (+2 Origin) // COM = 4
Second Heart Traits: Teacher - You've been teaching for a long time, that automatically makes you good at making other people listen to you and getting them to do the things you want done. It also means that you’ll come across many of your former students in the force. Whether that's a good thing or not depends on the kind of teacher you were.
Blood Rage - It is a well known fact that trained athletes and fighters reach a moment called the zone, where their mind enters a state of zen. When this happens, time slows down and they know with perfect confidence what to do next. That has never happened to you, instead you black out as rage boils over, turning you into a creature of hatred and instinct. This can be a good thing or a bad thing; bad because you lose all control of yourself and don’t see much difference between one meatsack and the next, good because you are a literal killing machine.
“It's all about Power."
"Grabbing it. Keeping it. Using It."
"Power is our currency, our DNA... Our God.”
"We control the World."
"We provide the blueprint. And we give the Instructions."
It was refreshing to see that not all of the soldiers had lost their fighting spirit, even after hearing that there were two Titans looming just outside of the sunken city's borders. However, John was pushed for time and answering Janet's questions about their mission was simply a luxury the captain could not afford.
"Look here lady, let's leave the discussion about morality and honor for another day, alright? Right now, all I need are soldiers who'd follow my orders. If you cannot be one, then feel free to stay and do whatever you want to sate your honorable desires. I'll leave you with enough weapon and munitions to fight to your heart's content," said the Captain to his rather.. unruly subordinate. "Or of course, you could also choose to stop questioning your orders for now, join us on our attempt to preserve as much fighting force we could, and we'll have a lengthy discussion with a cup of tea back in Nibel. Alive and ready for our next assignments. Your choice, really."
Having answered Janet's questions somewhat, John wasted no time in barking more orders to the rest of the soldiers. "Alright men, form a group of three and get on any working Grav Bike you can find. If you cannot find one, then make one. We've got roughly ten minutes until the Lindwurms are ordered to withdraw, and probably another five until the first wave of the Ets' main force to break in."
Part II- Dio & Eights
Encroaching Tide of Destruction
Spoiler
Being the first to wake up, Dio could not help but wonder how they managed to survive such a high fall with barely any wounds. Did his wings managed to slow their fall? Quite unlikely, seeing how there's barely even a stump left on his back. Did Eights protected them with her body? Also quite unlikely, for she was already unconscious when they broke through the hole in the tower's wall. The updraft? There was none, as far as he could remember.
In the end, he decided that it was simply a stroke of luck, and instead opted to focus on healing Eights, who was in a rather bad state. With his healing power boosting the already incredible regeneration rate Eights had, her body soon recovered to its pristine state. Curiously, however, she remained unconscious. It might be fatigue, or it might be concussion; without proper examination and medical tool, Dio would never be able to tell.
What he could tell, was that the ground was trembling. Something terrible, and lots of them, are rushing towards their position. The Fanghunds, led by Gnosis, the bulky Gigas responsible for the fall of Wall Pristina, were quickly gaining on them. With his wings out of commission, Dio need to think and act quick if he wanted to survive.
Note:
If things are going well, Team I will be joining Team II in the next update. Stay alive until then~
Part III- Vici, Gethel, and Team
False Peace - A Crack in the Sky
Spoiler
The moment Vici closed his eyes, a loud cracking voice assaulted his ears, denying him the sorely-needed repose. It was a familiar sound; a sound he had heard one too many time in his life. A sound that calls forth darkest memories of ones who had experienced the fall of a fortress city: the cracking of the town's wall.
"But how could that be? We're supposed to be miles away from the nearest wall!" the lion questioned himself in a state of quasi-panic. He had a guess, but in this one occassion, he fervently wished that he was wrong.
But he wasn't. As he rushed to the hole in the wall to look up at the artificial sky, it was there. A crack, a very subtle crack, barely seen even from the height that he was on and with the enhanced Anima-eyesight he possessed. But it was there; and that could only mean one thing.
"... They're coming," a girl's voice overlapped with Vici's. It seemed that First Lieutenant Gethel had recovered from the Anima operation, and was then back on her feet. She was still unsteady and unfit to fight, but at least her eyes had returned to life. And apparently, she had gained a new ability, thanks to her second heart.
"A Titan is standing just above our position, digging his way down to us. I can feel them. No, I can hear them," said the First Lieutenant deliriously, as if she were in a trance. "Hurry! We need to get to the Town Hall before they make the breach! There are civilians taking shelter there!"
The orders were clear. Heeding their commander's command, the soldiers readied themselves and get on the Grav-bikes as quickly as they could. The moment they revved the engines and rode towards the Town Hall, a marvellous sight greeted them: A claw, as big as a mountain, emerged from the fine cracks Vici saw earlier. Seconds later, the claw retracted itself, and from the hole in the sky, a gigantic eye peered in.
Soon, the eye was obscured by black, winged shadows. Flyers, myriads of them; not unlike the one Vici fought earlier, poured down onto the sunken city from the crack in the sky. It was, quite unmistakably, a human's worst nightmare.
P.S.
Dio, Eights, and Wall Team are free to post now.
And so is Vici, actually.
I just need to get to updating the Toybox group now. Vici & Co. will be joining us in the next update, given that they survive the dreaded death flag.
Edited by Crouching Bacon, 25 June 2015 - 11:28 AM.
"I'll take point", Vici shouted over the grav-bike engines to the following soldiers and the LT. They were moving in an arrowhead formation that was deemed most apporpriate for piercing through the wave of oncoming flyers. Not much more than a few hundred meters down the road there was a figure standing in the middle of the road in a tattered road, looking straight above as the flyers started bearing down on their position. Vici fired an opening salvo of rounds from the machine-gun mounted on the grav-bike at the flyers, tearing two of them to bits and causing the others to veer to either the left or right and into the lines of fire of the soldiers on Vici's flanks. Vici started to slow down and the arrowhead shape they had started to look like an M with Vici in the middle slowing down. As LT Gethel passed him, he made the subtlest movement indicating he would take care of the civilian, and she responded with an understanding smile. Vici leaned off to the right of his bike as they approached the figure at fairly high speeds, though Vici was slowing down as he approached so as to not severely injure the civillian with what he was about to do. Vici leaned off to the right of his bike and threw his right arm out, catching the civilian by the torso and guiding them to the spot just behind him on the gravbike. The surprisingly light civilian responded quickly and took up a secure position so fast it took Vici by surprise. Vici couldn't get a good look at the civilian through the robes, but from the weight and the shape of the civvie's waist, Vici made a quick assumption that it was probably a female. Not letting himself ponder on the thought too much, Vici stomped on the accelerator and his grav-bike shot forward to retake the center position.
The strategy proved surprisingly effective, even to the ones who had created it. Vici and Gethel had not imagined that they would gun down roughly a dozen of the flyers and take no losses by the time they made it to the Town Hall. Pulling his grav-bike to a hard stop in front of the building, Vici hopped down from his seat and turned to greet his new companion as LT and the soldiers dismounted. Gethel was watching the figure in black with undisguised curiosity.
Miracles don't happen twice in a day, this is what came in the mind of the young anima at his first notice of impeding hordes of enemy. With his wing out of the question for flight, he need to think fast for a viable option.
There are still some time left before the arrival of the ets but he will need to be fast. With a spur, Dio lifted the unknown person who turned out to be a woman. Her body is surprisingly heavy for it's size... maybe it is due to his tired body after all this battle. Escaping alone is definitely a achievable feat but that is not an option since this woman saved his life once in the tower and this reasons is enough for him to repay her. It is hard coded inside in mind that debt must be paid so he took the chance of saving her despite lowering his chance of survival.
He rushed toward the vehicle garage which happen to be on the opposite direction of incoming menace. All he can hope for is a fully functioning vehicle despite the chances of finding one is quite low in this time and situation.
Standing at the garage's entrace, Dio once again look around for any threat hiding behind every wall and pathway. It has somehow became one of his habit due to his role as a sniper in the army. "Always be vigilant of your surrounding" this word spoken by his mentor always ringed in his head when Dio thinks about him.
Luckily the garage is still in its pristine state with all of its vehicle units intact but it wont stay that way for too long. He rushed toward a nearby motor which seems to be design for all terrain purposes. Tying the unconscious woman on his back with his equipment rope, Dio stepped on the gas pedal to its maximum angle.
The armored motor with its riders sprang out from the garage's mouth, into the battefield that they once called Feldine.
Spoiler
CP: 10
Might - 2
Finesse - 3
Compatibility - 3
Trait:
Silent Watcher - it might be because you keep to yourself too often, but you have a thin presence. while good for infiltration purposes, this makes you less effective in communicating with others.
Gritty - you are used to seeing horrid stuff, and therefore less prone to morale damage.
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