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7515/Operation Crowd Control E-3: Interdiction

2021-05-03T04:59:14Z

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|Date of Scene=2021/05/02
|Location=The Great Ocean
|Synopsis=The Hikari Fleet, and their allies assault a Shadow Fleet installation.
|Cast of Characters=685, 7, 7343, 1122, 6404
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Forward Operation Base MI, Malacca Strait, southern entrance.     "Okay, everyone here?" asks Yamashiro, as a projector spools up and begins showing a map of the operational area. "Alright, we are splitting into three teams... Team one, Sword, will move in to investigate the large structure on the southern island, we believe this is part of a larger network os Shadow Generators, cloaking the rest of the Strait in darkness. Team two, Spear, will engage the Abyssal Patrol force directly and attempt to keep them distracted while the other two teams do their jobs. Team Three, Hammer, will investigate the smaller base on the mainland. Recon flights show an Abyssal Shore Battery being constructed, though it appears to be incomplete and non-operational. Secondary objectives of Sword and Hammer are to damage or destroy any targets of opportunity that present themselves after initial recon." As the Battleship speaks, the projection shifts to zoom in on still images of the large structure, a tall spire that has an absense of any light at the top. The Abyssal Patrol, with the Modified Ta-class in Line Ahead formation, then a shore battery hardpoint, partially constructed, and a small assortment of buildings made out of jagged metal. "Spear Team will be headed by the Fifth Strike, supported by elements of DesDiv Six, The Ninth Torpedo Squadron, and Fast Battleship Hiei. If anyone finds information on the Abyssal Air Defense Princess, Davao, please relay it to HQ immediately for follow-up operations. She is considered a high priority target for capture." Yamashiro dips her head. "Any questions?" 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa has been here for some time and had settled in to wait for the brifing once it gets started she'll pay close attention to the projector and watches. There were three main areas of operation from the looks of it. She takes note of the three targets. The sea op wouldn't be the best place for her. So it would be Sword or Hammer for her the question is which would be the best to go after. She thinks about her own skillset for a moment. "All right I'm thinking I would be best to put on Sword Team. I can help with the generators the most I think." "Any ideas what might be guarding the objective for Sword?" 

:'''{{#var:7343|Reiuji and Rin (7343)}} has posed:''' With only a passing familiarity of most of the Elites present at the forward base, Utsuho and Rin might stick out a bit between just staring at everyone one after the other without any regards for personal space or not making things awkward, and also for looking visibly excited when the projection of the big spire comes out. Utsuho: "Hey, isn't that kinda like the last one we saw?" Rin: "Right? But I thought that one had more light..." Utsuho: "Just change it to the opposite, then. If it's lit up, fry it. If it's dark, light it up. But Spear team sounds like pretty fun, too." Rin: "Right? They get to blow up everyone and not get yelled at for it." Utsuho: "Not by anyone here, but someone's probably going to yell at us." Rin: "Yeah, but... Oh." As they continue weighing their options, the youkai eventually start checking their own gear to make sure they're prepared for whatever it is they're going to do: Utsuho with her control rod, and Rin with her suspicious wheelbarrow.  Eventually, though, Rin lets out an excitable noise at the call for questions. "Yo! Who's this Davao, why's she important, and what's the payout for all this?" 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     At the back of the briefing hall is a figure most unusual for these Hikari combat briefings; a ghastly pale figure cloaked in a black hoodie-dress. The hood is drawn, but pink eyes glow with enough light that any shadow cast by the hood is rendered pointless. Through most of the provided plan, though, those eyes are half-lidded, distractedly bored. It's only when the Spear team's objective is described that those pink half-moons open up into unnaturally perfect circles. A shark-toothed smile crosses the girl's face.     Re-Class raises her hand immediately, "How bad you want the ships thrashed? No survivors? I can do no survivors."     Midway had a passing interest in Davao's fate, so that might explain why her little monstrosity is present. 

:'''{{#var:6404|Gideon Kaspar (6404)}} has posed:''' "I still don't really get it." "How hard can it possibly be? There's three teams, Sword, Hammer, and Spear, and--" "No no, I get *that* part!" "Huh? You do?" "Well, no, but I'm just going to listen to the Commander when he tells me what to do later anyways, right?" "Ah, so, what are you stuck on?" "Is the briefing lady really a boat? Or is she an AI themed like a boat?" "I heard it was some kind of . . . what was the Japanese thing . . . tsukogamami? Tsukumogani?" "Use words I understand!" "Personally, I still stand with 'themed android' for navy people." "Please, be respectful. Also be quiet, I'm trying to listen."     This is the classroom talk of G&K's fingest. Clover, designated M4, is doing her best to studiously soak up the information as the squad's alleged commander, and looking nervous. Violet, designated AR15, is mostly looking annoyed that anyone is even asking questions, restlessly tapping her thigh and flinching at every additional hand raise. Rose, designated SOP2, will not stop staring at Yamashiro with frankly unnerving intensity, like a curious cat watching a songbird. Hazel, designated M16, has managed to bring brandy into the meeting room and seems to believe nobody else has noticed yet.     G&K's human representative, and ostensibly the one responsible for handling this bunch, is in a forward row, wearing the fancy red Griffin officer jacket unbuttoned over a more conventional three-piece suit, swiping across a touch tablet and tapping some kind of digital eyepiece to it at regular intervals for data transfer. Next to him, a red-headed girl in a cargo jacket and pushed-up aviators is furiously scribbling on her otwn tablet, muttering numbers under her breath.     "Now then. I don't think the payout should be in question. For you ladies, the--" "Here Commander! I wrote the contract already!" "Huh? This is way too much. Can't we do a discount for--" "Not after you gave the last one fifty percent off!" "Oh come on. We have plenty to spare! And these girls are clearly in need!" "And the one before that went for only a third of the market rate! And the one before that was a third less than full! Commander if you keep offering contracts only to--" "Ahah aaaaaa I get it, you don't have to say any more! Fine! Fine!"     Finally putting his equipment down, Gideon says "As much as I appreciate your willingness to offer naval support, my unit will do its best work on the ground. Storming and securing an enemy base should be no issue at all. Of course, we've come prepared with our own aerial recon and electronics equipment. Now, about this 'Princess'. What is she like?" "Commander . . ." "This is valuable tactical intelligence you know." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "Sword Team should expect static defenses mostly, we've not seen much movement on land, though our recon flights have taken ground fire from camouflaged AA emplacements. They may also have static turrets or hardpoints to desuade a ground invasion." replies Yamashiro to Kotone.     When the Youkai pair speak up, Shigure replies. "Davao is a person of interest... that is all you need to know. Payment will be provided on a performance basis, standard contractor rate, plus bonus for objectives completed or information retrieved."     Re-Class gets everyone's backs up, but she's obstensibly here to 'help', so her question is replied to by Yamashiro. "All Abyssal targets to be destroyed if possible, except for Davao is she is present." The Battleship eyes the little monster, red eyes narrowed at those pink lanterns.     The volley of speech from the T-Doll unit earn Kuma's attention. "Tool Spirits, kuma. Just think of us as ghosts that fight, kuma." Gideon's question is answered by Shigure. "As I told the others, person of interest... we would rather not go into too much detail at this point. However, she is highly aggressive and very resiliant." 

:'''{{#var:7343|Reiuji and Rin (7343)}} has posed:''' Utusho: "'In need'...?" Rin: "Oh, totally. Everything's fine as long as we're gettin' somethin' outta this, bro." Utusho: "Well, yeah. Even I'm not dumb enough to do stuff for free, but are we...?" Rin: "Of course! You're the one that keeps wantin' to try out weird human food, remember?" Utusho: "Because /you/ keep eating the good parts before I get back..." Part of the briefing is missed when the bird and the cat start bickering, but they quiet down enough when information about Davao and the payment is laid out at Gideon's and Rin's questioning. Rin seems slightly put off by the lack of actual information on Davao, but Utsuho seems otherwise fine with what they've been told. That, or she's just not too concerned in general. "So we can just blow everything up, grab the bodies, and... Uh. Bring this Davao back, I guess. Sounds easy enough." Utsuho sounds rather pleased with the mission details in general, taking a moment to remove her control rod and sneak a pretzel into her face. It's crunchy though, so it's not that sneaky. Utusho: "We'll hit their main force, then. Spear team, right?" Rin: "That's the one! So... Commander bro, right? What's this about contracts? Whadda ya got for us?" 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     "Ghosts that fight is about right," Re-class chips in for the benefit of the Dolls, on the heels of Kuma's explanation. She doesn't break eye contact with Yamashiro while she talks. All she does is tilt her head, "Some are more ghost than others. Some are more ghosts than others." Her lips split into that wide shark-toothed grin again, "Mama's a whole *lot* of ghosts, after all. A whole warzone. Every soul. Every curse. Every drop of hatred, solidified and screaming for blood."     Suddenly her gaze shifts. Just, snap, locking on to Gideon, "That's an Abyssal Princess."     She maintains that wide-eyed stare on the human commander for a moment before, mercifully, breaking away and closing those ominous pink lanterns fully. Arms lift, folding her hands against the back of her hooded head as she turns and exits the briefing room. Snaking behind her, the impossibly muscular tail with its steel-clad head. That fang-toothed maw on the end is closed, at least, though it rumbles like some caged beast anticipating its next meal. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa had not expected to see T-dolls today, but that's not a bad thing she kno9ws that G&K is a fairly serious PMC sort so yeah they would be an asset to the mission ahead. She looks to Gideon for a moment and hums he seems level-headed. "Got it IO should be able to handle that, I can sneak about pretty well. She would seem to be fairly ready to go as she also watches Reiuji and Rin hammer out the last of the details for their job. She has an idea of what she needs to do and she can roll with it. "Seems like all that's left is to out and deploy..." She pauses looking to Re-Class as she talks to Gideon and shows off her rigging. Yeah that was creepy even when they were not trying to shoot you with them. 

:'''{{#var:6404|Gideon Kaspar (6404)}} has posed:'''     "Ah, we're capturing an enemy princess. How historical. Romantic, even. Though, now I'm glad I didn't call Sier." "Please refrain from calling those troublesome guys in general." "Yeah, I know. There's bound to be an incident if they have HK around this group."     When Re-class finally pops in on their discussion, Kalina jumps her feet up onto her chair and squeezes her tablet to her chest, wearing the most nervous, unblinking, fake-smile imaginable, only managing "Eheheh . . . hi?" Gideon, however, seems to enter into deep contemplation, nodding slowly as he strokes his chin. "I see. We don't really deal in ghosts. And if she's like that, then there's probably no point in having a chat is there?" "Commanderrrrr, let's go alreadyyy! Please!"     Gideon stands up. In perfect synchronization, the AR team stands up as well. He turns around to address them rather than the front of the room. "While the other teams are dealing with the generators and occupying the main enemy force, we'll be deploying as the third prong, to assault and occupy the enemy command post. Ghosts or not, the gist of the operation is nothing out of the ordinary. Stationary guns shouldn't be an issue. Trust me to have the air support handled." "Yes, Commander." "Yes Commander." "Okay, Commander." "Aye aye Captain! --Ow Violet don't-- ow!"     "I'll have dummy units dropped in along the way. Use that time to synchronize fire cores and water seal your weapons. We're loading APCR and AP/HE for this; this isn't an operation we can bring snipers to, and the fleet's guns should fill that role if we need it. There won't be much cover on the approach, so we're going in with a smokescreen. It's fine to use dummies to get in, as long as you can maintain at least three. We'll have a cover barrage come from the QLZ-04 from the rear."     "If you encounter the enemy Princess, treat her like an enemy Ringleader unit. I'll leave the moment to moment particulars to your discretion, Clover." "Thank you Commander. I won't let you down!" "Hazel, please take care of her." "As per the usual, got it~" "Violet, move in with the back row and provide fire intervention from the maximum angle you're able." "I don't mind." "And Rose." "Yeah?" "No trophies this time. We'll get you something on the way back." "Aw okay." "Anti-Rain Team dismissed!" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "Alright, Dismissed, we can provide a Daihatsu for insertion if you need it, Commander Kaspar, otherwise, tune radios to channel seven on 105 amp. We will have one of the Torpedo Squadreon's cruisers tasked for firesupport if you need it." Shigure says, saluting as she watches Re-class leave. "Sword team moves in ten minutes. Hammer elements move in fifteen. Spear moves immediately. We will have some air cover from Longbow team, but they are at maximum range and the low light conditions will mean their effectiveness will be reduced."     30 minutes later, Malacca Strait. Area of OperationsL E-3.     SWORD: The approach to the shore is rough. A small number of light cannons and machinegun nests open fire on the amphibious transports as they approach. The LST ships provide some cover fire, firing their own shots in retaliation, but the water continues to erupt in plumes of displaced water and shrapnel from the shells detonating. "Sword Actual to Spear Actual, we're on course, Tee Plus two minutes, confirm."     SPEAR: "Spear Actual to Sword, confirmed. Keep us appraised, out." Shigure replies, making a gesture to the other girls in formation as her hairflaps crackle with power as her radar sweeps. "Where are they... it's too quiet out here." The main strait is pitch black, like an overcast, moonless night. Searchlights are kept off to try and preserve some element of surprise... right up until a muzzle flash shatters the darkness. "Contact! Evasive maneuvers!"     HAMMER: Accompanying the T-Dolls is a small commando unit. They're mostly silent on the ride in, and the Command Post and Shore Battery don't seem to know they're there just yet. "Hammer to Spear, approaching drop site. Tee minus five. Deploying an going radio silent." 

:'''{{#var:7343|Reiuji and Rin (7343)}} has posed:''' And then it's time to move. Utsuho and Rin are all too happy to go charging ahead, the former moreso than the latter as the raven's lit up like a freaking beacon with the fire coming out behind her like some kind of thrusters* while the kasha is taking her time riding that wheelbarrow through the sky. *They don't actually make her go faster. She just likes the way they look. Utsuho: "Hey, what do you think of this Davao business?" Rin: "Who knows? Pretty shady if it's all under wraps, don'tcha think?" Utsuho: "I dunno. Sometimes, it's less confusing without all the weird stuff." Rin: "Yeah, but the weird stuff's the juicy stuff! Maybe they're hidin' something. Something big!" Neither of them are particularly quiet about this. It helps fill the dead air, at least, especially with those concerns about things being too quiet. Evasion is the last thing on Utsuho's mind as the muzzle flash and following projectiles come flying at her, her entire body burning with a bright flame as she charges right through it with only superficial wounds in the process and laughing the whole time. "Come on! You're gonna have to do better than that!" She bellows wildly in an outright challenge, firing a miniature sun forwards in the sky to illuminate... Well, everything. Herself, whatever's shooting at her, probably a lot of other things. It might screw with any sort of heat-seeking stuff, though, along with anyone hoping to use something like night vision goggles to not go terribly blind. Rin, meanwhile, is content to hang back under the cover of Utsuho going ham in order to try and actually spot whoever's shooting at them. If Rin sees someone firing up at Utsuho, she'll even take that opportunity to get in close before blasting the crap out of them with a more focused flame. 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     Out on the waves, Re-Class cannot be seen. She disappeared from the formation sometime after the shroud of darkness fell-- or perhaps more accurately one could say when the formation passed the curtain of darkness. Her radar contact just...disappeared at that point. Given the splashing noises, it's highly likely the Abyssal shipgirl simply submerged under cover of night.     With the real sun blotted out, the artificial sun created by Utsuho reveals Re's location; a white squiggle underwater, slithering under the waves well ahead of the combined fleet formation. While the girl's black hoodie conceals the pale complexion of her body, her tail is obvious from altitude when she runs this shallow.     She doesn't even need the light; not down there. It's the sonar that she runs by, turning underwater and bringing her tail around in an arc. Objects are discharged, revealed as torpedoes when their motors engage and start producing wakes of their own; fired in an arc towards the sonar signature of the enemy fleet formation.     Only then does Re surface, somewhat halfway between where she had been supposing the Abyssal fleet was, and the under-fire Kanmusu fleet. Her hands raise to either side, eyes as wide as her jagged smile while her tail rears up behind her. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' The G&K forces seem primed and ready to go. Reiuji and Rin are as well. Kotone was ready to roll out and she was soon cloaking and hitting the beaches so to speak she would be trying to make her way unseen towards her objective. Well that's what she hopes to do. She's ready to spring off the transport the moment they get in water shallow enough she can move through it. Once she thinks they are close enough KLotone will double jump off the transport and dash, she'll hit the water. This is the most dangerous time for her as the water will reveal where she is, she'll have to get out of it as quickly as possible so she focuses on that hoping to get out of it as quickly as she can. 

:'''{{#var:6404|Gideon Kaspar (6404)}} has posed:'''     On the boat ride in, Gideon sits on a bench wearing a sea poncho, touch pad out on his lap, being tapped as a thoughtful habit. "Sitting along for the ride with human soldiers. How old-fashioned." Kalina, also in a sea poncho, which she insists on being striped pink and black, adds "Hey, this whole place is pretty old-fashioned right? They're professionals. I'm sure we can depend on them." "Pfeh. That's hardly the point is it? I don't remember asking for their help; and they're getting paid to clutter up the battlefield." "Huh? Weren't you just trying to cut discounts back there?" "Still not the point, Kalina. This is why you're the adjutant." "I happen to *like* my job!"     When the craft makes its landing, the whole group disembarks at once. The four T-Dolls from the briefing hall are now twenty in total, each one running with four identically built and armed bodies operating in perfect coordination, making up several squads that can't be told apart. Gideon, not feeling like walking into the line of fire of a bunch of turrets, has Kalina haul out a shitty plastic folding table and chairs, sets down a laptop, tablet, closed radio transciever, and laser comm, and cracks open the tactical map. Shortly thereafter, an expensive-looking military quadrotor drone is launched from out of a cooler-style case, ascending high into the sky to obtain real-time feeds.     "Since we can't be sure how the defenses are controlled, there's no point in trying to set up an electronic attack on the enemy base; this world's technology is still too primitive for guns to run on computer guidance anyways. Move up as far as you can before the guns obtain visual lock. The moment they do, Hazel, pop smoke. Violet, begin taking out gunners or targets of opportunity. Intercept shells if possible. Rose, close in ahead of Clover and begin explosive bombardment. Clover will handle the breach. Clear a narrow arc of enemy fire and stack up on the door."     This is precisely what happens. Fortunately(?) for the commandos, the slightly outlandishly dressed girls are immediately able to leave them in the dust at their top speed, moving with extreme quickness in unerring formation, fanning out into broad wedges so that they aren't bunched up against artillery fire, and combing the island for the most they can find in trees and rocks that approach the defensive line before they have to cross open ground.     Once they do, pops and flashes ripple across a wide and deep section of the frontline, casting thick plumes of grey smoke out from shallow embankments. Flashes of gunfire follow in the haze, rapidly strobing muzzle flashes moving too quickly to follow, their misty cracks wafting back to the shore. Considerable automatic fire is focused on outer emplacements at close range, with assault rifles loaded up on the technology that makes tank rounds work in miniature. Several points in the rear, covered line fling suppressed rounds from afar with pinpoint precision, putting less sneaky high-explosive rounds into magazines and stockpiles where visible.     Another wave of smoke goes up once the forward echelons can establish a defensible, covered perimeter --likely with whatever fortifications the Abyssals just had-- and then bombardment begins from five points in the cloudy area, firing volleys of rifle grenades in high, parabolic arcs, which split into carpets of bomblets to shower the enemy. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     SWORD: "Sword Actual to all points, open fire now, give Yamakawa an opening so she can do her thing!" The landing crack beach, then deploy stowed turrets which elevate and open fire on sources of incoming shots. Mortar shells thunk and detonate in wide arcs as they counter battery and suppress incoming fire. Kotone should have a clear run to the spire.     SPEAR: The sudden light makes the Kanmusu balk briefly, but they recover soon enough, opening fire on the now exposed Abyssals. The Shadow Fleet patrol are caught flat footed when that micro-sun lights up the night and fries their optical equipment. The Ta-class growls, a deep menacing sound as she launches a volley of missiles! Which promptly all aim up at the giant glowing ball in the sky like flies caught in one of the bug zappers. One of the Ri-class is unlucky enough to get ambushed by a sneaky Kasha and set alight. She screams as she starts to flail, modified gauntlets starting to emit *jets* of molten metal as fires catch in flammable locations, and then suddenly. BOOM.     Re's torpedoes fine a mark in one of the I-class, spearing the whale-like destroyer as it turns to try and help its allies... this gives the others another target, and Re-class is fired on by the remaining Ri-class, a volley of airburst munitions that cause a powerful concussive wave alongside the traditional explosive.     HAMMER: The human team are more than happy to let the T-Dolls take the lead. They skirt around wide to come in fromt the other side while the Dolls take the front. Once the smoke pops and the androids all start opening fire, they're met with a token resistance. Machine gun nests that, on closer inspection are just mounts of horror flesh with machinegun barrels emerging from broken jaws full of teeth. They even sound like they're cackling as the gun fires.     The Drone is ignored, and gives a good overview of the compound. There are five buildings, surrounded by those token defensive watch points, and the drone can spot movement within the compound, a few humanoid Abyssals, a few animal-like creatures, and a bored looking woman, alabaster white seated on a floating 'throne' with horror mouths sporting long artillery barrels.     The creepiest thing the Drone picks up, is that woman is staring straight at it. 

:'''{{#var:7343|Reiuji and Rin (7343)}} has posed:''' Seeing that reaction from both ally and enemy gets more cackling from Utsuho, and it's not exactly the most friendly type. Why not? She's enjoying just making a nuisance of herself out here, and there's the bonus of being able to test her strength against... Well, who /is/ there to test her strength against? There's the Ta-class that fires off the missiles against her sun, drawing a more amused noise from Utsuho as she zeroes in on her new target. "You're gonna have to try harder than that! Come on, show me what you got already!" As the miniature sun starts to disperse, the light doesn't actually fade. It's just in a different spot as Utsuho channels that nuclear energy around herself next, not quite realizing that she's also making herself susceptible to subsequent missiles now that she's the center of that burning orb instead. Said orb is also hurtling towards the Ta-class now as Utsuho dives forward, concrete-encased leg pointed forwards in a mighty diving kick with enough fire to evaporate the water around the Ta-class even before she reaches the water. Rin, meanwhile, backs away from the Ri-class just as quickly as she closed in, trying to get some space between them as she finds herself barraged by chunks of metal. Even with those wounds, though, it's not quite as bad as what the Ri-class goes through, and Rin follows up the explosion with decisive... ... Body harvesting, if there's anything left after that explosion. It'll distract her for a bit, at least, as she tries to get the Ri-class into her cart for future furnace fueling. 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     Gunfire was expected, but Re's ruse doesn't last long. A burst munion explodes right above her, tipping the girl over into a faceplant on the water's surface. Her tail stands stock upright for a moment, then collapses down behind her with a splash. She floats there, face-down so nobody can see her bewildered expression.     First off, what was that? Second off, is she really so unpopular that another fleet would shoot her on sight? It's not like they could've known that was one of her torpedoes, after all...     The expression shifts. Her shark-toothed grin appears. Well. If that's the case, it saves her some trouble. Obviously she was fired on first. It's self defense!     From the outside perspective, Re simply floats there. After a time, she sinks underwater as abyssals tend to do when defeated, leaving a small patch of oily scum on the surface.     Once the firefight exchange between fleets has begun in earnest, that's when the Aviation Battleship reveals herself again. Taking a trick from her monstrous Princess' book, Re-Class erupts from underwater right in front of the enemy Ta-class battleship. She doesn't simply surface; Re pounces, hurling herself at the opposing warship girl with all her weight, clawed hands outstretched. Her tail coils up behind her like a scorpion's, ready to strike. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' The good news is Kotone is able to get an opening thanks to supporting from her allies. She would make her break for it she gets moving running for the spire at the top speed that she can make. Which is about as fast as a car and she's tearing up the ground as she goes. She'll be looking by any chance for wireless signals to see if there is anything she can do with that. With that she'll make for the spire as she closes she tries to get a better view of this thing, was it what they thought it was?" 

:'''{{#var:6404|Gideon Kaspar (6404)}} has posed:'''     "Here we go. Hammer team has eyes on the VIP. Cute, actually. Shame about the everything else" This gets some amount of Kalina grabbing at the radio, which Gideon avoids with the casual expertise of someone who is very used to maintaining the mic by all means necessary. "Commander, we've cleared the machine gun picket. Their stationary guns aren't putting up much resistance, but . . ." "Ahahaha! Gross! Look at how gross they are! I wanna take their teeth home but they're way too big! Hahaa! Look Hazel, they *bleed*!" "Hey hey, calm down now. We're on the clock. And I think you're freaking out our team leader. Don't worry Clover, I think that's just oil." "Why do we have to be reassuring our squad leader? Are you sure this isn't too difficult for you?" "N-no, I'm fine. What I mean to say is that their base is very lightly fortified. Plus, they don't seem to be using any notable communications equipment to transfer orders. It doesn't feel like it's very important to them. It's almost like . . ." "Go on Clover. Trust your intuition. You have that irreplaceable decision-core for a reason, right?" "Right. It's not like a Ringleader. It feels like the VIP is just . . . camping out?" ". . . noted. Fairy one has visual on her right now, but she hasn't made any moves. I don't think she'll try to flee, so don't spread out to surround her; it'll just make for a thinner offensive line. Group up behind the two facilities here and here. Synchronize long distance fire to hit her support units before they organize, then volley explosives again to clear out the fodder. Stay low and move quickly. Rely on concealment, not cover; we don't know how powerful those guns are."     Clover's tactical scanner pulse runs through the base. The humanoid Abyssals are targeted first, going about their usual business for only a few moments more before being beset by the invisible supersonic stings of anti-armour ammunition, repeatedly fired in perfectly coordinated unison from five bodies all belonging to Violet, using short and rapid long-range bursts that quickly and systematically shift from target to target as they have the opportunity.     Once the first few bullets land, Hazel braces her carry case up against the corner of one of the five buildings, and gathers her dummy units across the lane, all of them priming stun grenades and throwing them over the top into the Abyssal yard. Rose, finally unable to contain her nonsense, begins emptying the rest of her cluster grenades into the animalistic Abyssals and remaining turrets. Clover and Hazel both surge through the two split firing corridors, putting the Air Defense Princess up against ten visible guns. Though, as per orders, they don't fire yet.     "Disarm your weapons and stand up slowly! Your operations in this area area over! We've already cut off the rest of your allies and have you surrounded! You won't be harmed as long as you comply with our orders!" She sounds considerably braver than usual. Unfortunately, she messes up the routine a little by actually sounding as if she would prefer to not shoot the Princess, when you're supposed to sound like you're looking for an excuse. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     SPEAR: Rin's out of the fight while she salvages whats left of that Ri-class. Surprisingly little remains, some scraps of metal float where the woman exploded, sizzling and somehow remaining bouyant, perhaps from trapped gas inside. There isn't that much left apart from a large patch of oily scum. The Ta-class brings her cannons up at Utsuho as she Dive Kicks at her... the boiling water throws off some of her aim, but that just puts the shots in Re's path as she pounces. The Fast Battleship lives up to her name, juking back with a quick kick of her legs to send her skidding clear of the kick and pounce. "Shizume!" CIWS pop up over her 'rigging, spraying 20mm bullets with a sound like tearing paper, while a quartet of missiles launch from behind her, angle at the apex of their upward arc, then ignite engines and lance out towards the Sun Crow, their warheads a jabbering maw that seems to be cackling as it flies to its doom.     SWORD: Kotone finds a wireless signal, the code is encrypted so she'll have to hack through it to use the network or gain access. As she crosses the defensive line, she'll find a door, large, steel with a ring-crank opening like the pressure bulkhead doors on a submarine. It's currently closed, but should be easy enough for the cyborg to force open. Sounds of battle continue behind her as the rest of SWORD team storm the beach and attempt to shut down the batteries.     HAMMER: "Hammer Actual to G&K Actual, we're approaching the compound at signal Delta, moving into the building north-north east. Attempting to secure intel." the tight-beam communication comes through to Gideon, the human commandos having worked their way around to the back of the facility, while the Dolls assault and draw all the attention toward them.     Davao watches as the groundAbyssals fall to the coordinated fire of the T-Dolls. When Clover issues the ultimatum, the Princess leans on one hand, clasping fingers around her face with a bemused expression. "Hooooh? The little gnat thinks she has me surrounded... isn't that delightful." Her voice is syrupy sweet, even as she's surrounded by death, explosions and the burning corpses of a dozen Ground Defense Abyssals. "Allow me to demonstrate how wrong you are." A pulseburst of radio noise causes the ground to start rumbling beneath the T-Dolls feet... the part constructed Shore Battery lurches to life and elevates its barrels, swinging them around. A thunderous report issues as it launches a massive shell towards Spear Team, striking one of the support cruisers directly, sending her to her knees with a burning stump where a leg used to be.     "That shot came from the shore battery! That thing's operational!" 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     Ta-class dashes back; Re-class' surprise lunge, as a result, misses and gets a face full of high caliber ammunition for her trouble. She hits the water on all fours, limbs splayed out like a lizard's for flexibility with her tail curled up and over herself. Surrounded by steam and black smoke, she looks less like a ship or a girl; with eyes glowing in the depths of her hood, wide and staring, perfect circles of bright pink highlighted with wisps of glowing blue smoke leaking from the corners, the Aviation Battleship more resembles the monster she so casually claims to be.     Gunfire peppers the little monstrosity, drawing sprays of ichorous black sludge in place of blood, adding to the slick beneath her from her earlier injuries. Her expression goes blank for a moment, processing what's hitting her. After a moment, her head lowers, that grin returning, "Anti-air guns? Looks fancy. But I'm not an airplane."     She keeps her tail poised for a purpose that should become clear in a moment. The triple-gun turrets mounted to the sides of its jaw, however, do not remain immobile. Traversing, the cannons open fire point-blank with a rapid staccato of cannon reports and dense black cordite smoke. 

:'''{{#var:7343|Reiuji and Rin (7343)}} has posed:''' The evasive maneuver from the Ta-class doesn't surprise Utsuho in thel east, and it only seems to excite her further  even with the missiles coming her way. She blasts two away with a volley of fiery lasers, but the other two strike her dead on along with the bullets coming her way, creating an explosion that's sure to make her look even cooler when the smoke clears! "That's  more like it... You're bigger than the others, so it would've been disappointing if you went down that easy!" Indeed, she does emerge from the explosive cloud, still floating above the water with some visible bruising from the point-blank explosions, as well as some bleeding cuts and tactical clothing damage from shrapnel and bullets. "... But come on. Where's your boss? This is getting-" And then explosions rock the sea around the Spear team again, but not from the Ta-class. Rather, they're coming from Davao, and Utsuho barely flinches when she sees one of the support cruisers losing a leg. If anything, she seems more impressed than anything else at that sight. "-... Old. So get out of the way!" Rin, meanwhile, doesn't really bother gathering too much of the exploded Ri-class parts aside from some particularly shiny bits and bobs. Without a (relatively) intact corpse, she pays little attention to the other pieces. Instead, she spots the Ri-class still getting in the way of the Spear team, and she shifts gears after exchanging only a brief glance with Utsuho. "Don't forget about me! Make a better corpse for us, will ya?!" Rin fires off a barrage of colorful white and blue fireballs towards the Ri-class, taking to the air in the direction opposite of Re and Utsuho to create a more widespread... Spread of shots. As she does that, Utsuho does a bit of experimentation and leaps onto the Re-class' tail, bouncing off that to get some extra height fast. And then she goes for another diving attack, front-flipping in mid-fall with an overwrought axe kick (complete with an axe-shaped flame trail) to take advantage of Rin's distraction attempt. 

:'''{{#var:6404|Gideon Kaspar (6404)}} has posed:'''     "Very well. Do your best." Gideon replies to the commando team, dimly pleased that they don't seem to be dead. Mainly, his eyes are glued to the monitor, watching the coloured dots and glowing lines of his T-Dolls moving from position to position, and the red blips of enemy units disappearing one after the other. Kalina leans over his shoulder. "What's the matter, Commander? You've got a scary look on your face." "If it's going this well, after what Clover says, that can only mean the boss is going to be a handful." No sooner has he said it than the radio begins crackling and shrieking.     "What the-- Hammer Actual, what's your anti-materiel package?! Charges? At least rockets. Something! Send one man here with whatever intel you can get and put the rest on that gun, or else nobody's getting off this island! AR Lead--" "Don't worry Commander, my tactical module picked it up. She's controlling the gun somehow, right?" "It's worth assuming so. We don't have the luxury of putting her in handcuffs. Pile in. I'm engagig Fairy one." "Understood. Here we go!"     Sharing commands with the others doesn't take Clover any time or verbal action; that's half the point of being linked together the way they are. Davao is the recipient of a dozen different sensor pings all at once, preceding the holographics that light up before eyes and in gunsights. "I'm sorry . . . you don't stand a chance."     A missile suddenly drops in from out of the clear blue, or rather, more of a tiny bomb at this point, having used up its propellant after being launched from the distant drone. It lands square on Davao's position, and its surprisingly powerful boom is the signal for the whole AR team to begin moving. The dummy squads quickly scatter into the surrounding fortifications using the cover of fire and smoke, splitting up so that they can all only be shot at individually, while having simultaneous line of fire on the Princess.     Before the smoke even clear's she's surrounded with an all-around light show of twenty different automatic rifles, focusing all of their fire into her throne of guns and jaws and chains. Bursts of flashing fire erupt from darkened view ports, then disappear as the shooter smoothly shifts to the next position, vaulting and sliding to set up another half-magazine blast, reloading on the run. Turning to face one way causes all of the synchronized units behind her to pop up and plaster her with hundreds of rounds of anti-android ammo. Wherever she aims her guns, her chosen target seems to know about it already, and dives to break line of sight.     The numerous silhouettes circle the Princess as per Gideon's orders, remaining mobile, distracting, and hard to pick out any one specifically, to render the big battery of ship cannons ineffective. Smoke pops up here and there to screen buildings. Stunning flashes land in front of her repeatedly. The remaining rifle grenades streak through the air and impact from all sides whenever she tries to turn around. Suppressed shots disappear in the general disorienting flash and roar, striking at ammo feeds as well as eyes and hands.     It's a different world of experience from being under fire from military goons. Thirty round bursts go without missing. Reloads switch out in the blink of an eye. Fields of fire constantly overlap in ways that would normally risk hitting friendlies. Units seamlessly take advantage of every opening as it happens. Worse still, since four out of five enemies are completely expendable, they lack four fifths of a human's self-preservation instinct at least. No more evident is that than when one of the Roses leaps off a building from behind to outright tackle Davao, armed with only the crushing grip of her clawed right hand, a combat knife in the left, and an especially unhinged laugh. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone finds a signal she's going to have to break into it. She will have to try to break into it when she gets a chance. She does find the door though and she looks at it. Odd it's very odd really. The sounds of SWORD's primary combat elements can be heard she should be fast. She'll look to force the door open, as these things tend to be analog, she hopefully will get a moment to get into the wireless when she gets a chance maybe after she gets inside here. Hopefully, she'll be able to put her strength into this and get it open without too much trouble. There's going to be noise, no helping that she muses. "Just what are you hiding in here..." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     SPEAR: Re's point-blank fire scores true, blasting one of Ta's turrets off, punching a hole through her mid-section and shattering half of her face, leaving a glowing hole of golden light where her eye used to be. This leaves her open to Utsuho's axe-kick, striking on her shoulder as she attempts to dodge, and sending her faceplanting into the water.     The second Ri-class turns her gauntlets on Rin, and returns the blue and white flames with a volley of concussion rounds, the shells airbursting around the Kasha while she does her best to dodge around the incoming fire. Meanwhile, the remaining destroyers mingle into the Kanmusu fleet, engaging at point blnak range.     That's when a second shot from the Shore Battery lances out, barely missing Hiei as she jukes aside, shielding her face from the closeby shrapnel burst, and another volley of fire comes from further down the strait, the sillouette of Surigao, Princess of Shadows appearing on the darkened horizon. "Shigure all points, we have to buy Sword team more time... close in on the second Abyssal fleet and engage them at point blank range!"     "We won't last long against those Ta-class!"     "We'll last longer than against the Shore battery. And we might take a few of them with us."     Hammer: "Hammer Actual copies, sending a runner to you now. Hammer seven is enroute. You heard the man, lets get charges on that thing." The human commandoes are compentant and know their limits, that's why they're not joining in the attack on Davao.     The Princess of Pain, meanwhile, cackles madly as the drone strike hits her, causing a large 'welt' to appear on her rig where it struck and detonated and those anti material rounds strike her, many of them simply bouncing off of her increadibly thick armour, though explosives do dent the metal, draw ichorous 'blood' and caus damage, as well as bullets finding chinks in that ridiculous plate. "Good! GOOD! Maybe you can finally make me FELL SOMETHING!" the Princess seems deranged, her guns firing wildly, not even bothering to track the Dolls, and just lobbing explosive shells everywhere. A wide area radar pulse locks onto all the Dolls at once, and they would find themselves being tracked by CIWS turrets that pop out of that horror rigging, spraying their anti-missile fire all around.     SWORD: Kotone manages to beark in, both physically and digitally. She'll have access to the network and the ability to find the schematics of this tower. It's simple, really, a large central reactor feeding energy sucked from the local surroundings into the emitter at the top.     The door leads into a control room of sorts, a large 'heart' pulsing as it crackles with energy. "Sword Actual to Yamakawa, we're getting pushed pretty damn hard out here, you've got five minutes tops before we have to pull out, there's reinforcements coming in from further in-land." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' The first thing Kotone does as she gets into the digital network, she'll start to download the plans to the building the moment she can find it. It's pretty easy to look out over the design of it. She looks over the reactor and the emitter and she'll have to make a quick call on what to take out first. The emitter would be easier for the enemy to fix. So she's going to go to the reactor and she's got some plasma grenades ready. <<Sword Actual I hear you. I'm in the target and I'm moving to blow the reactor now.>> So she moves to seek out the reactor and plant the grenades as soon as she finds it, she's going to have to make it quick. 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     When Ta-Class hits the water, Re lunges. She doesn't pounce the taller battleship, though. She slides to a stop right beside her, leaning down and resting one hand on the back of her head. In a low voice, filled with menace, the aviation battleship hisses, "Stay down."     With little else, Re hauls back to her feet, returning to a bipedal stance with her tail lowering itself to hover its head beside her. Her head turns slightly, glowing eyes scanning across the waves, the wreckage of Ri-class, the second Ri-class engaged with Rin, to Surigao looming in the distant edges of the light produced by Utsuho's sun.     Pink eyes narrow, but Re turns away from this tantelizing target. Rather, her attention swings inland and Abyssal aircraft begin sliding down the length of her tail, reaching full size by the time they reach the end of the airstrip that marks the top of her tail's head, launching in sets of four which ascend and swing inland. As the Aviation Battleship's aircraft take to the sky, her voice crackles into local-area comms with all the quality of a waterlogged radio set from the 1940s.     "Establishing air superiority. Fighter-bombers away!" 

:'''{{#var:7343|Reiuji and Rin (7343)}} has posed:''' Once the Ta-class hits the water between her and Re's efforts, Utsuho raises her control rod to her face as the bright glow transfers from her into the tool. "Alright, that's enough of that. Now let's see who's next, huh?" Her prayers are answered as a new warrior enters the fray, and she all but forgets about the Ta-class' existence as she beelines for Surigao instead. Rin: "Which one's the first Abyssal fleet and which one's the second?" Utsuho: "Who cares? This one looks stronger!" Rin: "Are we even gonna get paid at this rate?!" When the raven gets a better view of Surigao, she greets her in the only way she knows: Copious amounts of fire. "Oi! You look stronger than the others... You better survive this one!" That call to action is followed by a heat-laser fired from Utsuho's control rod, intentionally aimed at the water just a bit in front of Surigao to create an impressive-looking eruption of boiling-hot water and scalding steam to see how she reacts. Meanwhile, Rin's still busy contending with the Ri-class. She yelps as a concussion round bursts next to her and sends her careening off course, but she catches herself at the last moment and kicks off her wheelbarrow to get both herself and it out of harm's way just in time. "You're a tough one, ain'tcha? Heh... You'd have a pretty fun time in hell, ya know. Swing by sometime if you survive this!" Eevn Rin's starting to laugh as a ring of fireballs starts expanding outwards from her position, steadily starting to home in on the Ri-class. That's not the only source of fireballs, though, as fairies start to swarm out of the wheelbarrow, rushing at the Ri-class and exploding in their own swarm of bullets once they're hit by anything (including friendly fire). 

:'''{{#var:6404|Gideon Kaspar (6404)}} has posed:'''     "See? I told you we should be able to rely on them!" "They're still going to need time to get here. Fairy one only had the single missile charge, and we can't bring it back without losing our feed. Clover's overclock program looks like it's working wonders, but we're in a battle of attrition with that Ringleader now; its armour is ridiculously tough, and we can't call someone like Autumn, Maple, or Vivi on short notice. I'm pegging their estimated time . . . six minutes? I'd know if they were Dolls."     Gideon hits the laser comms. "AR Leader, pin down the enemy as long as you can. We can't afford her breaking off and running down the commando team. Go on the offensive. Only pull out once you've lost your last dummy link. The others have their sides handled." A small lie. "So don't be afraid of using all your ammo. Your hunch was right; it doesn't look like she's fighting conventionally, or even with any tactics at all. It'll be to your benefit if you can converge and punch through a part of her coverage, then close all at once." A green affirmative light flashes on his eyepiece. A second later, as commands are relayed through the Zener network, a yellow, pink, and violet light flash too.     On the field itself: "Six minutes is too much . . . there's no way we can hold this position with that amount of firepower." Clover moans, back up against the rear of a half-caved-in outpost, and flinching as one of her dummy units is slightly too slow to move from a window and is crushed under falling rubble. Hazel slides in next to her, changing magazines. "That's right. The base isn't sturdy enough to hold out much longer, and she doesn't look like she cares if she tears it down at all. I'm on my last three mags. Violet's doing better but she doesn't have any explosives. Rose is down to her FMJ. Six of the fifteen dummy units are incapacitated."     Clover flinches with every line of the report, reacting to it more strongly than the explosions landing all around. She stares back at Hazel with eyes visibly barely holding in panic. "I . . . Did I do something wrong? What do we do now?" Her 'senior' blinks, then begins laughing. "Hey now, why are you asking me? You're the team leader, aren't you?" Clover slowly looks down. "Maybe, but you've always been better at thinking of what to do in these kinds of situations. I'm not . . . I'm afraid if I do something wrong, then . . ." Hazel's hand falls on the top of her head, mussing up her hair. "And I told you that you can't keep relying on me forever, didn't I? I'm really nothing special; you're just too afraid of making mistakes. Whatever your orders, we'll listen. Just do the best that you can." Clover feigns a deep breath, though she doesn't need it. The gesture is pointless between Dolls; it just comes inexplicably naturally. ". . . Right. The Commander is depending on me."     The shooting on the side of G&K goes silent for a moment, just as Davao really gets into it. There are no further sounds, no stinging bullets, no burning explosives. Naval shells go flying off in every direction without response. It is, in fact, Clover's order through the Zener net, that everyone dig in and let the Princess rile herself up. "The fact that she's some kind of ghost --someone made of grudges --we'll use that." 

:'''{{#var:6404|Gideon Kaspar (6404)}} has posed:'''     Under the random shelling and chatter of gunfire, the T-Dolls crawl slowly through the trenches and craters made by the battle, grouping together out of sight of the enemy. The tense waiting goes on as long as necessary until the Abyssal Princess seems to have become completely distracted. Then, the whole column of all the remaining squad units jumps up out of the debris, and storms forward all at once, from Davao's most damaged arc, pouring their fire all at once into the CIWS batteries and remaining artillery guns, literally vaulting over their own ablative copies as they're shot down, to make sure that she can't fire back from that side at all.     Switching to full anti-armour tactics, they concentrate the total weight of their fire on one point, hammering over a thousand rounds of exploding ammunition --all of it they have left-- all into Davao's less armoured midsection, combining the total energy of each impact and detonation into one tank-crumpling area.     The column peels apart at close range. The last stun grenade is thrown at point blank right into Davao's eyes. Three identical Roses, being the stronger, close combat specialist of the bunch, giddily throw themselves into a grappling, stabbing brawl with the Princess, trying to drag her down under them. Clover and Violet take opposite sides, getting inside the turret traverses and literally jamming smoking hot barrels into the pintles and magazine feeds. The whole group dogpiles the damaged and deranged Princess all at once, at a single point, to punch through her defenses, and completely incapacitate her.     "Hey. 'Davao'. What is it that you want to feel? I don't get it. Isn't this scary? Doesn't it hurt? What's the point of going down like this? I don't get it at all." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     SWORD: The reactor is easy enough to find, it's not even behind any kind of shielding. The Abyssals don't need to protect themselves from radiation or whatever. Once the grenades are set and detonate, the entire spire starts to go up, a chain reaction causing the spire to 'light' like a giant candle, searing away the 'absence' and allow the afternoon sun to shine down into this segment of the strait. This causes most of the incoming Shadow Fleet units to stop at the edge of the remaining veil, lobbing shells from there instead of coming further out.     SPEAR: The Ta-class stays down, sinking away like most Abyssals do whend efeated... she doesn't come lunging out at anyone like Re-class did though. Re-class's aircraft, once the Spire is destroyed, enjoy an easier time against the wave of incoming aircraft from Surigao... the Shadow Fleet seems to get a 'boost' from being in darkness, and now they're weakened in the light. Rin and Ri-class continue their dance, though the Heavy Cruiser isn't nearly as nimble as the Kasha. The fairy onslaught causes the cruiser to peace out, dropping beneath the waves and fleeing sub-surface after losing one of her gauntlets, and the associated arm with it. The patrol's destroyers also submerge and flee."Spear Actual to all Spear elements, fall back, do not engage the Night Strait Princess, repeat, disengage and fall back. Sword team has completed its objective, the shadow generator is down."     Utsuho's laser attack earns a derisive smirk from Surigao, the Battleship Princess perched atop a giant symbiote with a... Ru-class dressed up to look like Yamashiro. Fly away little bird. Fly away before you're swatted like a bug." comes the saccharine sharp voice of the Princess, as her entire arsenal comes to bare on the Nuclear Raven, multiple cannons belching flames as they lob shells at Utsuho, and only Utsuho.     Hammer Team move to place their satchel chages on exposed support pillars on the shore battery. They work quickly, disengage to safe distance and bring the thing down, shattering the supports and making the Artillery Imp inside shriek in agony as it's crushed by the support building collapsing onto it. "Hammer Actual to G&K Actual, target down, we're pulling back to extraction."     Davao, meanwhile, is cackling madly... though it trails off when the incoming fire trails off. "Come on, Come on! I know you're still there... your little humans are in danger if you run away now!" Davao knows exactly what's happening, she doesn't even react as the show battery 'dies'. Then, the Dolls come in all in one flank, and some even leap onto her, stabbing and grappling. The Princess continues to cackle, grabbing one of her gapplers and with some effort, hurling the Dummy off and through a ruined wall. "You will never understand... and now you're boring me, run away now, little gnat!" Davao goes down under the dogpile... and then she starts to beep, the tone gradually getting faster.     Self Destruction!? 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa finds the reactor she does not waste any time on it. She shouldn't be here too long really given what could happen to herself. Once the last grenade is set? They will go off with a tell-tale beep once Kotone has managed to get out of the tower. <<Sword this is Kotone, the tower is down I'm returning to the landing point so we can all get the heck out of here. There's nothing left for us!>>. For what good it will do she will turn over the data she pulled once she has a chance too. 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     The Ta-Class battleship retreats and Re-Class simply nods once. Good. She kinda liked that one. Her loyalty to Davao early on in this mess reminded her of her own dedication to Midway. It'd be a shame to sink her for real.     Pink eyes lift to the skies once more. The squadrons of aircraft leaving the end of Re's tail change; the latest groups no longer obviously carrying bombs. Pure fighters. The Abyssal fighters already in the air also scramble, dropping their bombs as they shift to a full anti-aircraft CAP, engaging Surigao's incoming squadrons with the chatter of machine gun fire.     But something bothers her. Those glowing pink eyes lower to the horizon, locking on Surigao in the distance. Lifting a hand, Re cradles her chin, tapping her lips. Are they limited to the artificial night by choice, or is it a harder limitation? She'll have to report this new knowledge to her master as well. 

:'''{{#var:6404|Gideon Kaspar (6404)}} has posed:'''     "Wh-why?! There's no point in dying here!"     Clover's yelling falls on deaf ears. "Whoops! I guess it's time to go!" Even Rose has it figured out, scarpering for cover. Hazel swoops in and scoop-tackles Clover out of the way. "We're out. Violet?" The sharpshooter is already way ahead of you. "You're too slow to be checking in on me. At least when weighed down with her."     Back at shitty plastic folding table base though, Gideon sighs with relief when Davao decides to blow herself up, and take the big warning bleep off the radar. "Good work girls. Hammer actual is finishing up with the battery now. We have the intel." Though it's a shame we couldn't capture that one. The payment . . ." "It can't be helped. We're used to dealing with soldiers and AI --people that think rationally and have goals-- not whatever that was." 
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7518/A meeting of Minds

2021-04-27T01:45:41Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Last time, on Remnant.     "Aura is the manifestation of a Huntsman's Soul." says Oobleck. "Semblances are ill understood even after so long to study them."     The Doctor looks to the vampire, setting a mug of coffee down on a table with a chair nearby, gesturing for Warfarin to sit so they can talk properly. 

:'''{{#var:7365|Warfarin (7365)}} has posed:'''     "I see." remarks Warfarin, moving to sit as gestured. She sets her bag next to the chair, before taking a small bag filled with a red liquid, sipping on it. "Sounds more metaphysical than biologically capable, but this is just an outsiders view on the matter." she takes a loolk around Oobleck's office before settling her vision back on the Good Doctor. "Is there anything you can tell me about the beasts of Remnant? I believe Yang called them 'Grimm'."     She moves to pick up a notebook out of her bag, setting the red-filled bag down and grabbing a pen. "I should mention, I do appreciate you taking time out of your day to see me." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Ah yes, the Grimm. Unfortunately we know as little of them as we do about the ins and outs of Semblances. They evaporate into smoke on death, you see, impossible to get an autopsy on a cloud of vapor. And before you ask, yes we have tried to capture and vivisect Grimm, however they're not suseptible to sedatives as we know them, and simply strapping them down is impractical as they will constantly struggle, seemingly having no depletable reservoir of stamina." Ooblecks voice travelling a mile-a-minute as he speaks. "What we do know is that they have no Soul, lacking Aura entirely, though their bodies are made much tougher than humans or Faunus. A Beowolf can take several high caliber rounds to even supposedly vulnerable areas without going down, though they do seem to share at least one common weakness with us. The head." 

:'''{{#var:7365|Warfarin (7365)}} has posed:'''     Warfarin frowns a bit, "Can't use normal sedatives... struggles constantly... nigh infinite stamina." she taps her foot a bit. "No... soul. So no Aura. Just very tough." she thinks on this a moment, "Wonder if some off world... medicine... might help." another pause, "Do they 'bleed' at all?" there's a bit of a smile... and a fang showing. Though when the weakness is said, she hmms, "Do you know if they have dens... or do they just... 'appear'. Concentration of area? Any zones in this world that they like to inhabit?" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "No blood, though some Huntsmen have said that when wounded, they 'bleed' a kind of black ichor that quickly evaporates. Bisected corpses have been noted, on personal cameras, to be made up of an entirely red substance, interlaced with black lines, perhaps some kind of rudamentary circulatory system." a sip of coffee it taken, "Omnipresent, ever moving... they act like some kind of, aggressive fluid instead of animals, despite their looks. They have not been known to make permanent settlements of any kind, though individual, very old Grimm do tend to linger around areas where they have been highly successful in killing humans... especially the dangerous subvariant of HunterKillers, ancient monstrocities that go out of their way to engage Huntsmen and Huntresses. Most Grimm steer away from large groups of people." 

:'''{{#var:7365|Warfarin (7365)}} has posed:'''     There's some more scribbling on the notepad. "Hmm, it's hard to get any sort of scientific data on these." Warfarin shakes her head a bit on this, taking a sip from the red bag. "And always moving, makes it hard to pin down..." she grumbles a bit at this, shaking her head slightly once more, "Hunterkillers, huh. This really isn't good for us science types... they give us nothing but battle data to record." There's a slight pause from the vampire, "I know it may be dangerous but have people tried to proactively hunt one of the HunterKillers? Perhaps to see if they might be /different/?" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "They are very dangerous, but when one is identified it is assigned to as many Huntsmen as possible to mitigate the risks and provide the highest possibility of ending the creature... Acquiring data is always a secondary concern when a HunterKiller is on the field... as unfortunate for us as it may be. Huntsmen must protect lives first and foremost." replies Oobleck. "I understand the frustration, however Grimm are far too dangerous to take lightly. Our world is rather dangerous, even within the cities." 

:'''{{#var:7365|Warfarin (7365)}} has posed:'''     "Even within the cities?" Warfarin questions, "What do you mean by that? If the Grimm steer away from large groups of people, one would think cities or large human settlements would be the safe places to be. Unless... there are some smaller Grimm that take advantage of that size..." she taps her foot. "I may not be a Huntress from your fine school, but would you permit me to join in on one of the Grimm hunts? You won't have to worry about myself, I'm a medic." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "We have had to repel large amounts of Grimm from the walls before... I am certain you saw the large artillery on the perimeter walls, yes? They are designed to drive off the Behemoths before they can reach the walls and cause damage." replies Oobleck, taking another sip of his coffee. "Ah yes, the Headmaster has a scheme in place for off-worlders to join Huntsmen teams. A provisional lisence of sorts. It will allow a possessor to join Huntsmen teams, or take on minor missions for themselves. We would have to run a few tests, physical aptitude and such to ensure you would be able to handle yourself, of course." The question of smaller Grimm gets a pensive look. "There have been reports of non-aggressive Grimm that accumulate near human settlements... and cause people to lose all drive to do anything. These reports are not substantiated but the implications are unsettling." 

:'''{{#var:7365|Warfarin (7365)}} has posed:'''     Warfarin nods, "Yeah, I saw those." she gives a bit of a look towards the window. "I can send you all my medical data, should that help." she states, "And perhaps... we can work on the 'passive' Grimm." she gets a good grin upon her face, "Of course, I'll be willing to test out anything you're in need of." beat "Or learning. There are still things in this world I would like to understand and know." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Of course, Doctor. I will forward your information to the Headmaster. We are always welcoming of offworld support." replies Oobleck, as a ringtone starts sounding in his pocket. "I should take that, but please, don't hesitate to ask for help from our Huntsment if you need it. I am certain Miss Xiao Long has an active presence outside of Remnant, and there are likely others also." In a fluid motion he pulls out his Scroll, uncollapses it and presses the accept button on the incoming call. The caller ID picture is of a blonde woman with sharp green eyes. "Yes Professor? Ah, yes I see. I'll be with your presently."     Between blinks, the Doctor is gone. Is that a flashing dotted outline in the air? Can't be. 
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7289/Operation Crowd Control E-2B: Indicative Vendetta

2020-09-20T03:25:39Z

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|Synopsis=A small group of Abyssals broke through in a previous engagement.
They aimed to destroy the local base.

An old friend returns.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     3 Days Ago.     Location: Malacca Strait, Open Water.     "They're going inland! We won't be able to follow them through that forest..."     "We need to tell Taskforce Flagship... she's not going to be happy."     "Right. Sword-lead to Spear-lead... we lost them. The Abyssals headed on-shore and moved into a heavily forested area. We cannot persue... orders?"     Shigure's brow knits. "All units, return to base, repeat, RTBASAP. Central, you have groundpounders heading your way. Initiate Aegis Protocol. Secure W.A.R.D.E.N. Assets, protect at all costs, engage Promenance Cascade Protocol if necessary."     Present.     An alert klaxon echos across the FoB, Ops Base WI, on the large landmass forming the southern part of the Strait. A small uninhabited area north of Sagoe, and east of Banda Aceh. It sits in a cleared section of forest.     Fleet Girls rush about, launching with rigging then wheeling about to bring guns to bare on the mainland, as makeshift fortifications are still being reinforced, cannon emplacements fitted onto hastily constructed mountings to be used against incoming land threats.     <Base Command to all personnel. Code Red. Repeat, Code Red. Incoming radar contacts approaching at high speed. Confirming 6 contacts in tight formation, and one contact separated from the main group. All available crew to the gunports. All non-essential personnel, all wounded personnel and all medical staff report to the emergency bunker immediately.> the loudspeaker system squawks, an Operations Liason barking orders as a Comm-Tech repeats the broadcast.     An explosion rocks the base, followed by the reports of several of the defensive turrets returning fire, setting part of the forest ablaze with the explosions. "Gunport 12, we've got visual on the ene--"     "Gunport 11, 12 just took a direct hit, it's burning!"     Shigure stands atop the Launch Dock, wearing her rigging. Hairflaps crackle with energy as her radar pulses. "Who is that other contact...?" she wonders, as the base prepares for the battle that's just beginning. "Flagship Shigure to all available units. Engage and destroy the Abyssals. This is /our/ base. Let's show them how we deal with unwelcome guests." 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:''' A streak of blue light dashes down from the sky, forming into a vaguely humanoid shape just before impacting the surface of the platform. The blue energy coalesces further, fully forming X as he gives his arms and legs a testing flex before he began moving. "They're already almost here ... !" His hand collapsed, being sucked inside his armored forearm as it transitioned into his trusty X-Buster. "I'm on my way to Gunport 11!" Engaging his dash jets, X takes off, intent on confirming the enemy's prescence before opening fire. It wasn't too difficult to find where he needed to go, given the burning flame shooting across the local fauna. " . . . !"     A high pitched whine begins to ring as X charges his buster. 

:'''{{#var:7088|S6 (7088)}} has posed:''' Earlier...     "The Hikari fleet's forward base has issued an alert. You are requested to divert flight paths and assist in the defense."     "Mm. Understood. New course set."     "That unit's not armed, though. You'll have to disembark and fight on foot. We'll remote it in a holding pattern for pickup."     "Understood."     "And if it's not too much trouble, since you're in one of those tropical places, could you bring me an undocumented flower?"     "...Understood, I17."     "You're the best!" Now     An unusual aircraft dives in from the inland region, from high altitude. Parts of its underside fuselage unfold, depositing a humanoid figure as it pulls out of the dive and ascends, rolling as it goes. The figure, a white-haired woman in black, throws her arms and legs out spread-eagle as she descends, only rolling herself into an upright position within the last thirty meters or so. Like a spear from the heavens, Striker Six impacts the concrete-reinforced breakwater protecting the harbor.     Rising from the impact point, surrounded by the dust thrown up by cracked stonework, the FANTOM android tips her head towards the drone that floats down beside her, "POD, tactical scan."     While her POD extends its antenna, the woman kicks off into a high speed run, trailing golden sparks from the appearance of the paired swords floating just behind her shoulders. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' Neo-Osprey has been actively taking part in training exercises when necessary. When it's not being active, it's being well maintained and kept in pristine shape in the event that the need for naval combat arises. It can happen anywhere at any time. The crew onboard is always ready as well, thanks to the onboard facilities for sleeping and resting for those who are off-duty. And then there's the fact that it's commanded by Reina Kinney, a tough woman with a no-nonsense attitude about things. Because when things get out of hand, they need to be ready to move at a moment's notice. In the present moment, the Neo-Osprey is currently docked but ready to deploy at a moment's notice. The active crew is sitting in their respective spots, keeping an eye on things as necessary. Reina herself is in the base taking care of a few 'administrative' things regarding her craft, when the klaxons go off, bringing her to immediate attention. As soon as she hears the code red part of the broadcast, she looks to the person who was handling her documents. "I'll have to handle this later. Sorry, but you know how things are." With that, the red-headed woman dashes out of the base onboard the Neo-Osprey. She quickly enters the bridge and holds up her hand as if to say, "Forget the formalities," Before rushing to her command chair and activating the intercom. "Attention all crew, we are at code red. All active crewmembers report to your stations and await further instructions. If you are not currently active, then stand by and be ready for further instructions." With that, she looks to her weapons officer and says, "How are the weapons systems?" "Ready to deploy at your command, ma'am," The weapons officer replies. "Navigations?" "Ready when you are, ma'am."With that, Reina gives a nod then looks ahead via the viewscreen with her eyes narrowing a little. "This is what we train for and why we're always ready to move at a moment's notice." She cracks her knuckles. "Let's show them why you don't mess with us!" 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Well she'd been working with the Fleet a good deal these days, more so any other group within the Paladins. Kotone if anyone was paying attention had been turning inward to her world more and more. She looks to X as he arrives. Seeing there's someone here she can cover her? She'll dash off heading for what looks like a spaceship. Kotone's spaceship had been docked here as well but it's not a combat craft at all, but what Kotone can do is hit up its armoury. She will return shortly later down the ramp now clad in power armour with an extra set of arms and it's a towering one at over three meters in height. IT's also carrying some sort of heavy railgun or autocannon from the looks of it. "Yamawa here I'm ready to go." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     As responders arrive, the local defense force moves up to the perimeter. The crew from the destroyed gun turret manage to get clear before the internal ammo store catches. The four men get thrown a good thirty feet by the concussion wave, but are thankfully still alive, for now.     As X, S6 and Kotone move up to the front, they'll see the outlines of a Ri-class Heavy Cruiser, being followed by the more animalistic silhouettes of a pair of I-class, and a trio of Ro-class, making good speed on their stubby little legs. The Ri-class holds one arm out stretched, the horror-maw gauntlet unhinging to disgorge a ... a missile! The jabbering rocket lances out and aims for one of the internal buildings! <CIWS, Take out that missile!> commands the loudspeaker, causing the tearing-of-paper sound of multiple gattling guns to track the missile, shredding it.     This, however lets the I-Class lob shells and disable some of the AA towers now they have a location. <Shit... they're targetting our Anit-missile defenses!>     Shigure hops off the launch hangar, and starts running to catch up with the others. 

:'''{{#var:7088|S6 (7088)}} has posed:'''     Mid-sprint, S6 changes her orientation, slamming one heel into the ground and bracing with the other in order to brake herself. The POD's findings fill the HUD hidden behind her eye-obscuring visor, eyes darting across contacts before shunting the information to one side of her display. First a missile, and then artillery shells. She tracks these projectiles, though the VRCS only manages to lock on one of the shells.     S6 reaches out, closing her hand; in response, a golden ring of runes wraps around one of those explosive shells. Its partners sail on, while the ensnared munition loses its momentum.     When a twist of her wrist, S6 swivels the artillery shell about, and then hurls it back from whence it came.     And hot on its heels is the android herself, the smaller of her paired swords flipping from its resting position and right into her waiting hand. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is making ready to deal with the incoming Abyssal which are moving to attack. Kotone doesn't have much that would be a very good shot for taking out the missiles. What she can do however is level the massive canon. What she can do however is us start moving for the Abyssal who are firing the missiles the Ri-Class would find Kotone soon is attempting to lock on to her. Once Kotone thinks she has a lock she'll open fire with her high calibre auto canon her Armed suit has hoping even if she can't hit her? She can force them to stop firing on the base. Either having to focus on her or on evading the attack.. <<S6? X? Reina? Do any of you have something that can fill in for AA defence?>> 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:''' X's expression tightens -- those Heavy Cruisers with their humanoid appearances, it really did bear an uncanny and uncomfortable resemblance to Reploids. Some things, he supposed, were commonalities between similar kinds of 'worlds'. As had become his practice for many years, now, X silenced the dull ache of guilt in his chest as he unleashes his fully charged Buster shot at one of them, having maintained his position to charge up the attack while S6 and Kotone handled the initial response to the battlalion of Abyssals. The blue shell of energy that leaves his buster shines bright, barreling dead ahead in an attempt to smash into the Elite Ri-class' center of mass and break their formation. "I might be able to use my Variable Weapon System to gain an anti-air attack, I think." X replies. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' As the enemies become visible, the Neo-Osprey is moving out at the command of Reina. She sits in her command chair with a scowl on her face, indicating that she is not happy about these foes attempting to cause trouble. "Be ready to attack on my command!" She barks with a hint of impatience in her voice. "Understood, ma'am!" The weapons officer replies. With the cruisers approaching fast, Reina is already starting to feel her adrenaline pumping. "Be ready for evasive maneuvers!" She yells without waiting for a response. "They're getting closer, be ready to attack!" Then she gets a message from Kotone and she can only sigh with frustration. She's about to respond gruffly when she remembers that they're both in the same faction, and she takes a moment to compose herself before responding. <<I'll do what I can, but I've got other targets to focus on as well.>> With that, Reina turns to the weapons officer. "Fire off some AA rounds to protect our base," She calls out. "But then be ready to switch targets. With a response of confirmation, a blast of anti-aircraft fire shoots from the Neo-Osprey. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     S6 saves one of the Air Defense towers, the shell being lobbed back at it's source. The shell sails in, and slams into the hard plate gauntlet of the Ri-class, burning red eyes glaring with unbridled fury at the FANTOM android.     Kotone's autocannon shatters tree trunks as the Abyssals continue to manouvre, some lucky shells striking the destroyers, but only causing minimal damage. The strikes do earn the Cyborg a few shjots of 5-inch cannon fire in return, the barrel extending out of the destroyer's mouths and them taking an awkward looking side-waddle as they strafe and fire.     X's attack lashes out, the Charged Buster baring down on the Ri-class. Just before impact, one of the Ro-class leaps in front of the shot, taking it for its Flagship. The Buster shot half evaporates the destroyer, but gets stopped from hitting its intended target.     The Neo Osprey, meanwhile, preemptively fires AA munitions, which intercepts a second missile the Ri-class launches as the smoke clears from its escort being shot.     Radar picks up the other contact getting closer, and those that look, would see a woman, who looks like someone took a Ta-class, and perform a half-and-half fusion with a regular woman. She's wearing broken-looking kanmusu rigging, and a white hood that seems to be matched into the tattered miko-style outfit she's wearing. One eye is a glowing, baleful golden void, the other an angry looking steel blue, her gaze locked not upon the base or defenderes, but on the Ri-class. 

:'''{{#var:7088|S6 (7088)}} has posed:'''     S6's role has been changed to backline support. As a Striker, focusing on melee combat, that's not exactly ideal. However, she recognizes that the nature of her VRCS and its defensive applications are more useful right now. But that doesn't mean she can't contribute. The followup dash from her earlier projectile redirection is cancelled out and she swaps the smaller sword for the larger, flipping the enormous curved blade forward into her waiting hands.     No incoming projectiles are tracked; the missile being dealt with by the Neo-Osprey's flak bubble and the enemy's escorts tied up in defensive maneuvers. This gives S6 a chance to pitch in on the offense even from back here.     Hauling the enormous sword upright, she pours power into the blade, exposing a series of golden runes embedded in the metal. These turn from gold to blue, right when she sweeps it forward into a low, horizontal slash.     The accumulated power sheds off the edge, forming an arc-shaped slash wave skimming across the forest floor at knee-height. Due to the length of the sword, the arc is some five meters across, following the entire reach of the weapon from one side to the other.     Naturally she issues a warning to her reploid comrade, considering he's in the line of fire. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' "Change focus to the naval targets!" Reina yells at her crew. "Aye aye, ma'am!" Checking the viewscreen, Reina points at the targets onscreen. "We've got targets up ahead! Let's take them out!" The woman's adrenaline is still flowing through her like a waterfall, while her eyes remain narrowed. "There!" She yells as she points at one of the Ro-Class destroyers. "Target them!" "Targeting now!" After a moment, the weapons officer says, "Target confirmed!" Slamming her left hand on the arm of her command chair, Reina calls out, "Fire cannons!" "Firing cannons!" And with a loud kaboom, a blast of cannonfire heads towards the Ro-Class destroyers, hoping to take at least one down. 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:''' Weighing his options, X is glad to know that the anti-air defenses won't be falling primarily on himself. His Variable Weapon System was useful, but picky, he could only use it to gain attacks based on the capabilities of his enemies -- all of whom had powerful bombardment attacks, by his estimation. One of the more beastial Abyssals leap outwards and protect its humanoid counterpart, getting blasted apart for its trouble; X's eyes widened in shock.         "It protected her! Why -- "             W A R N I N G There was no time to follow that train of thought. A far more powerful one had appeared. Grateful for the warning, X follows S6's advice and pushes himself into a high jump that hangs briefly in the air before he propels himself further with thrust from the subtle ports built into the back of his legs, allowing him to avoid being de-limbed from friendly fire. And with his newfound vantage, X releases a flurry of dull yellow energy bullets from his buster, peppering the beastly I-Class' that remained with suppressive fire on his way back down to the ground. "That new one looks dangerous .. do we have any info on it?!" Hunter Command, being in relatively unknown territory, was hard at work in collecting data on what was happening, but that unfortunately didn't provide him with much tactical feedback in the present. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' The battle is fully underway, X has an idea to deal with it but then S6 is already on it. That leaves Kotone able ot keep focusing on the fight at hand and she'll keep trying to gun down the enemy units. Well between her and X? They still got an enemy destroyer off the field that's one less foe to worry about. Kotone stalks onward after the Ei-Class even as round impact into her armour it takes a good deal of the shots here and there but there is damage being done. She will break into a run trying to close the distance to the RI-Class as she fires more shots still not intending it let upon them. Then another Abyssal shows up and she wonders who this one was? She's already lost at least one ship spirit she knows to become some kind of Princess did she miss someone else falling? 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     <Confirming sighting of new contact... She's well withing bombardment range. All units, do not engage unless fired upon.> comes the base commander's order. The turret gunners seem twitchy, but they've got more pressing concerns right now.     Striker Unit 6's blade attack cuts a swath of trees down, and bisects one of the Ro-class, the wreckage emitting a smokey black substance before it detonates in a gulf of flame. The Ri-class, and remaining destroyers manage to leap over the slash wave, the I-class returning fire at S6 with a barrage of 5-inch shells.     The Neo Osprey fires on the remaining Ro-class, and manages to score a direct hit, punching a hole clean through the animalistic destroyer. It detonates a moment later, showering debris across the area.     X's response to Flagship Protection almost sees him hit by friendly fire, but thankfully he's more on the ball than that. Leaping into the air, he can fire down on the weaker topside of the Abyssals, his buster shots punching through the I-class's upper carapace and scoring a hit on something explosive. The destroyer bulges as something detonates within, and pops like a black slimey balloon.     Kotone moves in closer to engage the Ri-class, but is intercepted by the remaining I-class, it's maw opened wide, as it leaps and pounces onto the ARMED suit, latching on with its massive, horrific maw.     The new Abyssal bellows a challenge, and kicks off in a sprint. She seems to blur momentarily, before slamming a fist into the Ri-class' face, sending the Cruiser sprawling. The two tentacles snarl and gnash their teeth, the two normal turret arms angling down at the Ri-class. "WHERE IS SHE!? SPEAK OR I'LL RIP THE INFORMATION FROM YOUR CORPSE!" 

:'''{{#var:7088|S6 (7088)}} has posed:'''     Immediately after throwing out her slash wave, S6 releases the grip of her greatsword. It flips back and up, slotting into position behind her shoulders. Incoming artillery finds itself wrapped in golden runic rings, though only a handful of them are fully captured. Munitions explode around the FANTOM android, her hands held outstretched. When the smoke is blown away by the seaside breeze, her uniform is torn, its edges ragged. Parts of her visible skin are missing, showing the complex mechanism underneath.     But with the new battleship's sudden proximity with the enemy formation, and the order to not fire on her-- and her clear aggression on the enemy as well-- S6 simply casts the captured shells aside, discarding them into the distant ocean using the VRCS as a slingshot.     As S6 approaches the altercation with slow, measured steps, both swords flip out and forward, floating to either side of her yet not interacting with her hands at all.     "Identity requested." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa has no idea about the new abyssal but does seem to intend to leave her be unless she proves to be hostile. She also has a face full of abyssal as the things jaws lockdown on eh faceplate it's not instantly wrecked but it is starting to cave from the superhuman force. This leaves Kotone trying to grab it with three of her arms. She's hell pend to get the thing off if she can pull it free she will throw it and then try to shoot it with her autocannon. <Anyone know who our new arrival is?> 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:''' Successfully taking a portion of the enemy force out, X lands with a hard thud back onto the platform, his knees bending to absorb the shock. Despite his grievances with her unhinged attitude, X trusted the judgement of those in charge of the operation and instead opted to back S6 up, in case the other android wound up aggrivating the unknown into a frenzy. "You're looking for someone? So long as you're not here to attack us, we'll stay out of your way." 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' "Cease fire!" Reina yells before ordering the Neo-Osprey to turn in the direction of the new arrival. "Hold fire until I say otherwise!" "Yes, ma'am!" Reina gazes at the mysterious newcomer, her scowl replaced with one eyebrow raised slightly higher than the other. "I wonder who's decided to show up now? Are they friend or foe?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     The Ri-class gets clocked, falls clean on her back, looking up at the Battleship with... is that /fear/?     In a halting voice, the cruiser says. "... who... want...?" clearly only just gaining some more cognitive functions than simple animalistic rage.     Shigure steps forward as the Battleship grimaces, stooping and hoisting the cruiser up by her neck. "Davao. Where is she?"     Shigure says. "Second of the Kongou-class Fast Battleships, Hiei. She was lost in a pitched battle several years ago, the Ninth Assault Fleet was wiped out completely, save for a single Recon plane launched from Hiei herself... we lost Hiei, Teruzuki, Hamakaze, Kinugasa, Jintsuu and Naka in that battle." the destroyer says.     The Ri-class grunts, squirming weakly. "... Rangsang..." is the only word the Ri-class manages, before something audibly cracks, and the Abyssal goes limp, the life draining out of her eyes, and the red flames guttering and going out.     "Worthless..." 'Hiei' says, tossing the broken corpse aside and turning to leave. "Don't get in my way... if you do, I can't promise you'll survive." 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:''' X's face contorts into a grimace as he soaks up the information. The newly identified 'Hiei' retained something resembling her past self, but while he didn't know her before now, there was certainly something off about her that wasn't just emotional damage. Maybe it was the way she murdered her own 'ally' that unsettled him so. "Rangsang, huh ... is that a place?" X shakes his head, "Whatever you're planning, would you stand down? I'd prefer we not come to blows. You don't seem entirely gone, so there's still a chance that you might be able to recover from .. this." Her mindset would only continue deteriorating from here. If they let her go, the next time they crossed paths, the chances of it turning into a deathmatch grew. X, more than anything else, hoped to avoid that when he could. 

:'''{{#var:7088|S6 (7088)}} has posed:'''     Proper Nouns that sound important are quickly catalogued and tucked away. S6's POD records the interaction on video as well, her approach only stopping when the cruiser is thrown aside. Though her eyes are hidden, it's clear she's looking at the downed woman, a gaze that lingers for several moments.     "POD, cross-reference local geography. Locate 'Rangsang'. Identify coordinates of all known military and paramilitary operations."     - SEARCH IN PROGRESS -     At last, her gaze turns to the hybrid battleship. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is able to dispatch the destroyer that's on her and when that is done it looks like the rest of the Abyssal forces are dead save for the one that attacked the other. She'll take a moment to look at them she doesn't move to raise her weapon and she'll speak. "So what are you looking for then? 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Hiei stops as X speaks to her. She looks over her shoulder, the blue eye locking onto the Android. "Gone? Boy, I'm just coming back... I must find Davao... my little sister... she's lost in shadow and needs a light to bring her home." The gruff aggression has already melted away, and there's genuine heartache in the woman's voice... "Little Teruzuki's alone in the dark."     Shigure speaks up again. "Rangsang is the name of one of the islands in the southern part of the strait. Deep behind Abyssal lines... it's suspected that it is either a forward outpost, or their main base. Either way it is codenamed 'Shadow Pier' as it is shrouded in deep shadowy darkness regardless of the time of day." Indeed, even from here, in full sunlight, there's a looming shadow on the southern horizon... like a giant pall laid across the sea. 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:''' X's brow furrows, " 'Just coming back' .. ?" New, and useful information is brought to their attention, though. Rangsang .. or, the Shadow Pier, as it were. "Alia, did you get that?" X's forefinger was placed up against one of the red units over his ears, as his operator spoke back to him, "We did. We're still compiling the local geography ... we can't perform an accurate teleportation there right now. Sorry, X." "It's alright, that's what I thought. When we do head over there, I guess it'll have to be the old fashioned way." he said. Signas interjects a moment later, "If it really is their headquarters in this area, it'll undoubtably be suicide to attack it head on. Moreover, since this isn't our world, we'll follow the lead of the local government, for now." "Roger that." X says before taking his hand away from his communicator to give Hiei a hard look. "If the person you're trying to save is being held there, then .." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa would dock her weapon at this point ther eis no reason ot keep fighting. As the remaining Abyssal brings up her sisters. "So they are worse off than you? IS there something we can do to help you find them?" She knows some times Abyssals can be talked down or even restored to who they were before. So she's not going to be hostile about it. "Do we have a way to contact you in the event we find her before you do?" 

:'''{{#var:7088|S6 (7088)}} has posed:'''     - LOCATION CONFIRMED -     - DATA UPLOAD IN PROGRESS -     The POD's information matches up with what Shigure describes, with a world map overlaying current 'safe shipping' both highlighting the island's location as well as its danger to local ocean travel. The highest risk is, naturally, located around the highlighted island of Rangsang. S6 nods once, tucking the data into a corner of her HUD.     "Received," is all the android says in response to her support drone. Her gaze lifts to Hiei once more, puzzling over the warship's words. After a moment, she nods once. Despite everything suggesting this is an enemy, or some sort of corrupted unit in a fashion distressingly similar to the creatures she herself contends with, the FANTOM android's words are clear.     "I will help you." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     'Hiei' turns more fully, scanning across those before her with those mismatched eyes. "You'd help an Abyssal... well, of course you would, I came to ask for help when she went missing and they were willing to hear my out." the Battleship whacks one of her gun-tentacles as it snarls, having just 'spotted' the others since it can't squirm around as the main support beam is re-establishing itself. "If you'll have me... I would be willing to assist you in an assault on Shadow Pier." 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:''' X would be lying if he said he weren't apprehensive about working with what was, for all intents and purposes, a maverick. Despite that and how harped her perspective seemed, there was still someone shining out from under it all. X, despite his age, could never outgrow his own heart. Not completely. His X-Buster disengages, his hand sliding out of the barrel and taking its proper place as he extends it, holding his palm out for a handshake. "In that case, let's all try our best." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa has he weapons off line at this point. "I have no objection to your help with this. It would give us all better odds of pulling this off." She looks over to S6 and X. "It seems you don't have issues either. I think it just falls to the Fleet now, doesn't it?" 

:'''{{#var:7088|S6 (7088)}} has posed:'''     S6 nods once, more it seems in response to some internal dialogue than in response to the hybridized battleship or the comrades around her. When she responds, the surprise is quickly shifted out of her voice, "If it is an enemy fortification, an attack must be carefully planned. I will pass all data to my Inspector, I17. From there, perhaps a plan of attack can be devised." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "If you wish to return to the Fleet, even temporarily, I see no reason to deny you." Comments Shigure.     Hiei looks down at the extended hand from X, then bows instead. "Then, I am in your care." A little bit of the white 'skin' seems to crack and flake away, falling to the ground like a glittering powder.     Shigure touches her ear, as if listening to an old headset radio. <Central, this is expedition Flagship. Stand down and resume normal operations. Cancel Aegis Protocol, cancel Prominance Cascade Protocol. Good work, everyone.> 
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7249/Operation: Crowd Control E-2: Cross Counter

2020-06-21T03:12:10Z

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|Location=The Great Ocean
|Synopsis=Shigure, Hikari Fleet and allied Elites head deeper into the Malacca Strait. They engage a large Abyssal force and come out victorious.

But a small group managed to slip by them.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Four hours ago, Hikari FoB at the mouth of Malacca Strait.     "We'll be splitting into four teams. Longbow will provide air support. Spear, Hammer and Sword will engage the three main Abyssal fleet assets and attempt to destroy them. I trust you to put your skills to the best use." Shigure points at a map. "Hammer will assault this refueling depot. It's currently host to a Ta-class Modified Flagship and her escort of a Ri-class, a Tsu-class and three Ro-class Augmented Destroyers." a fairy places markers down. "Mobile Shore Batteries have been spotted moving into position, so we have a short window to effectively assault this position."     "Spear is pushing deeper into the strait and engaging a Heavy Fleet, headed by another Ta-class, but flanked by two Ru-class and three light cruisers a He-class and two Ho-class., escorted by a Tsu-class flanked by a Na-class and four Ni-class destroyers. This will be where the heaviest fighting is expected to take place. The Fifth Strike will be leading Spear Team."     "Finally, Sword team is heading for a lighter fleet that seems to be trying to flank our forces and strike our supply lines. This fleet is reported to be headed by a Modified Ri-class heavy cruiser, escorted by a duo of Late Model I-class and a trio of Late Model Ro-class destroyers." Pick your teams, and move out. We deploy in 4 hours.     Present, Malacca Strait, Engagement Zone.     Shigure, Yamashiro, Kuma and Yuudachi sail at the head of at least two other formations of Shipgirls. All in Ocean Fitout and trailing smoke from their stacks. "Fleet Command to all team leads, sound off." 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:''' Blue light dips from the sky, shooting like a star into the ocean before forming into a vaguely human shape. The particles harden and materialize into rounded, dark blue armor that covers a black carbon fiber frame lined with gold trimmings on the feet and hands. Bubbles blew around him from the burst of energy created by teleportation, but X quickly re-orients himself in the water, allowing himself to sink further to something he could walk on. Given his nature, he didn't require special equipment to operate under the sea, although it did face him with certain difficulties to overcome, this was preferable to using a sea-grasper that could easily be shot down before he could make it to the enemy fleet.         "X, this is Hunter Command. Can you hear me?" "Loud and clear," X spoke directly into the communicator's system. "Alright. We'll patch you into the local line .. be careful out there!" Taking off to a running start, X activates his leg-jets to begin dashing along the ocean floor, tearing forward regardless of water-resistance as he confirms his prescence. "X to Spear Team. I'm advancing to the designated position." And advance he did, the exhaust ports on his shoulder blades glowing red-hot, forming a frothy wave of bubbles as he moved forward. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' 'Heaviest Fighting' was all Gaonoir really needed to hear. That was a lot of firepower sailing out there so it was going to take something big and able to handle the abuse to deal with it. Big and able to take lots of punishment, he can do that. By the time the units were moving into position to strike the Digimon was already in his Ultimate form, the looming form's knight-like armor gleaming in spite of its dark midnight shades. This form was not as fast as his other, but still capable of flight so he could lurk overhead, waiting for the moment to bring force down from from the skies above. "Ready to make their seas a whole lot rougher," he replies to the comms. Erika as usual was riding on his back, fiddling with heads-up device she had patched together, modeled after the visor of Gaonoir's other form, so she didn't have to try and gawk and multiple handheld screens at once. That was a lot in the middle of a fight, even for nerd levels of multi-tasking. "There's going to be a lot of different enemy types on the field for this." She leaned a little forward over his shoulder. "I know you like your dramatic combos, but don't repeat anything to the point they can start finding patterns." Fists clenched around their armor binds, causing the trio of energized blades to extend from the broad vambraces shielding his forearms with a faint hissing of the air ionizing around them. "There's a thin line between reliable and repeticious. Make sure I don't stumble over it." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa hear as the team will be splitting up into four groups, she takes note of the missions. It seems that Hammer will be the best place to go after, if she can get into the depo, she can make one heck of a mess. A few grenades in some of the fuel tanks and boom. Or so Kotone ios thinking she doesn't have rigging to operate here and she takes note of just what she's got to deal with there, it is going to be a fight or so she thinks. she'll beam down from her ship and cloaks the second she touches down fading into nothing she will make ready to start heading in. <<Samsara in position and moving in to support Hammer keep them busy and I'll make them have a really bad day.>> 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Spear Team starts maneuvering into a battle line, bringing their broadsides to bare on the Abyssals. The ghost women spot them, and open fire with heavy artillery and a few missiles from the Ta-class. The Abyssals adjust their formation to shift counter, and the line is drawn. Destroyers picket around the heavier ships, some noticing X's approach and dumping depth charges into the water around where his path seems to be taking him.     Hammer Team begins firing on the fuel depot, aiming mostly at the ships so as not to set the whole place off before Kotone can do her stealthy work. Meanwhile, Sword is engaging in a running battle with the flanking fleet. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' The lines are drawn. Gunnfire is exchanged as expected, but things are going to escalate quickly if the Ta-Class is already lobbing missiles into the fray. "UMBRAL CUTTER!" Until Gaonoir comes soaring from above, sweeping out his arm as he does to unleash some of the energy from his warclaws. It results in a barrage of dark energy crescents directed at intercepting as many of the missile as possible. A sweep of the other arm follows, directing the second barrage of dark crescents at the enemy fleet below. They're not as volatile as explosives, but extremely fast and sharp blade-like projectiles that can be hard to dodge if you don't see them coming soon enough. Afterward he comes to a stop, hovering imposingly above the waters, cloak billowing out behind him. Vapors from ionizing air waff off the claws still hot from the attack. Golden eyes narrow behind the armored visor. "Bring your worse." One big, tanky and daunting target. 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:''' Taking Shigure's warning into account, X pauses to look up, narrowing his eyes. From his guess, the depth charges were being aimed for the estimate of his current trajectory and escape points .. in that case, he'd simply have to break through, not an unfamiliar situation for him. Raising his right arm, X places his lefthand on the underside of the forearm as his right hand contorts, being sucked into the cuff to reveal a shining red node, blue and green lines lighting up along the edges as energy began to build up from a yellow pellet to a green missile that looses from the barrel of his X-Buster, aimed to blast through a couple of the explosives and into one of the Abyssals who'd discharged them. The jewel on his forehead shines, taking in battle information and altering his systems accordingly. His blue armor shifts in color to a gunmetal color, while the carbon-composite limbs of his body changed into a bluish grey hue.         SPLASH TORPEDO Rather than bullets of energy, vaccum launched mortars are churned out quickly to break the depth charge formation and allow him to escape through the hole in the formation. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Hammer team is moving on the fuel depo, which gets Kotone the distraction she needs. Kotone now amidst the battle she's like a phantom as she's making for the fuel tanks, she knows what she has to do here, explosives need to be planted. She will try to avoid detection as she moves in making for the fuel depots once she arrives she'll start to scout them for the best places to place the grenades and other explosives that she's carrying with her. Where are they she thinks? She needs to hit the right spot and then get enough time to get the heck out that's going to be the trick for her in the end. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shells rain down on both sides, detonating just under the surface and launching plumes of water and shrapnel into the air. "Spear-2, you're out of formation, tighten up, turn to 165 and rejoin formation!" calls Yamashiro, metallic tinged voice echoing across the water, cutting through the din of battle. <Unable to comply, my rudder's jammed!>     Gaonoir manages to cut down both missiles in the first volley. Seems Ta-class is the only one with tubes, and then, only two ready at a time. His taunt is answered with a rapid-fire barrage of flak shells, lighter ships turning to swat the airborne menace out of the air. ^tOne such destroyer detonates as X's Charged Shot rips through it's lower hull, striking the magazine and setting the entire monster ablaze with a scream that sounds something mixed a little girl with a boiler exploding. The depth charges are scatter pattern, but easily trackable and the 'net' opens as a portion are detonated prematurely.     Hammer Team live up to their name, pummeling the Abyssals until they start moving out to meet her. This leaves a few 'sentry turrets'. These ones are more advanced than the ones at the shore battery. Any chink in Kotone's stealth gets them alert and firing rapid bursts of autocannon fire at the 'blip' of reaction, drawing more attention from dog-like patrol units, and other horrow beasiest used for shore facility defense... this is going to be a much harder proposition than the last time Kotone tried doing the Tactical Sabotage Action approach. 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:''' Using his dashing jets to ascend in the water through the net, X raises his buster and fires another volley of Splash Torpedo, which seeks out the nearest Abyssal for a hull to tear into. The hunter himself grasps onto her underside and halls himself up, tearing out of the surface of the water with red exhaust flaring from his back, briefly. The colors on his body shift back to their original pallet as he delivers a powered kick to the enemy in question to propel off of her and further into the air. The tortured sound of the previous opponent's death throes weren't lost on him. It made some part of his heart that he tried to put under lock and key, begin aching. This feeling, it was the sensation of fighting that he hated most. A handful of yellow-tinted energy bullets leave his X-Buster as he descends, intent on kick-jumping off of another one until he could locate the "head" of the fleet, so to speak. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' It was a strange position Gaonoir found himself in these days. The creature he had once been, a monster made for war, would of been concerned only with his own affairs. Yet now, while still a being who's primary nature was to fight, it was for more than himself. A greater purpose, something more meaningful than the whims of megacomputer 'god' driven to paranoid extermination. Just because two people reached out to him as more as a weaponized beast. One was riding on his back, who treated him as a friend and partner rather than a tool. The other, though retired from the battlefield, had shaped more than she would ever realize when she took him in for a purpose beyond the original parameters. A guardian. A protector against threats not easily faced. A purpose to his life by giving his need for battle a meaning beyond the fights and squabbles. Gaonoir holds his figurative ground on that resolution, even as the gunfire and flak rounds slam into his form. Fractures form where his armor fragments, the digimon wincing as that was technically as much of his body as it was covering. Though the Dark Digitron material composing it quickly sealed itself over the damage to halt the flak from digging in deeper. But he bears through it. A shield is useless if it doesn't get hit. Erika keeps ducked down behind his head so she can speak without raising her voice beyond their proximity. "I think its time they learned just how overwhelming darkness can be." "Agreed." The claws retract, as Gaonoir instead reachs back to grab an edge of his cloak. It's lifted up, and then he turns as if flinging it outward. "TENEBRAE SHROUD!" The pitch darkness that ripples within the cloak erupts from it, tendrils of endless black that reach for the nearest Abyssals to wrap around and contract, engulfing their victims in literal crushing darkness. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Hammer team is doing a greatr job at hammering things, given how atively she's moving she does end up having a few turerrt fire at her, but she keeops moving. The tanks are well guarded with tese tureets there's also patorns and hse's pretty darn sure. That the Abyssal are not using anything she could hack or she'd wnat ot risk plugging her brain /into/, one of the turret will find a grenade as Kotone quietly launches as scout drone to try and find a route to the tanks as she press forward, she think to mix it up she'll plant greandes and set them to go off on timeers as she attempt to lure the enemy away from where she needs to go. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     X's unusual combat style catches the Abyssals flatfooted. Armour does manage to deflect a few of the lower powered energy pellets, but the weight of fire, added to by the rain of shells that only get more accurate as the battle progresses. The Hikari units are weathering the battle well due to the Elite presence drawing fire and suppressing the enemy.     Gaonoir's dark shroud breaks targetting locks, and causes a couple of the destroyers to 'break' and panic, diving under the water and turning to run away subsurface, while a couple other ships run into each other while unable to see, their hulls buckling under the weight of the shroud, their screams choked within the black.     Hammer Team is taking as much of a pounding as they're giving out. <Hammer 3, I'm hit! Engine room on... fire... kyaaa!>     <Hammer 4, I've got 3, retreating at best possible speed.>     <Hammer Lead to Samsara... we can't keep this up for much longer!>     The Drone is small enough that the turrets don't react to it, though the mobile 'patrol units' start following it around.. drawn off their patrol routes, leaving avenues open, but blocking off others. 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:'''         "There..!" After confirming his targets on the radio, X takes back to the water, allowing himself to sink. He was able to take the smaller Abyssals by surprise, but now came the hard part ... suppressing those light cruisers with their heavy armor and firepower. If he could do that, air force could smash open their formation.         "I'm on the approach!" Alia's voice comes to life over the radio system, having been monitoring the situation to date, "X! Look out! Each of those cruisers appears to be equipped with advanced sensor equipment ... " X's body changed colors again as he fires the Splash Torpedo attack, intent on attacking the Tsu-class's large 'hands' which served as massive housing mounts for the weapons platform, dashing under the water to come up from under her. As long as he stuck as close to her as he could, he figured they wouldn't be able to gang up on him without firing on their own comrade. If that were the case, he'd just need to tangle with her until he found a good opening to exploit. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is going to have to risk getting shot up at this point, the drone has open some new paths for her and she'll get moving she'll keep her cloak up but she's moving fast and could be noticed. She's making for the tanks now and will try to get to the top of one of them fast as she can with the intent to open any sort of access point that can get to the fuel inside and lob plasma grenade set to a timer on, then she's going to run like hell. <<FIRE IN THE HOLE>> this is going to expose her to fire and likely getting shot up in all likelihood but these fuel tanks have to go. She's also risking getting caught in the resulting explosions as well. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' The other benefit of having his Tamer was she could keep track of the comm transmissions and such, allowing Gaonoir to focus more on immeadiate matters. "Sounds like Hammer is having some difficulties. They don't need anymore pressure on them." "Got it." Fortunately the choking darkness has sowed disorganized scrambling amongst the enemy as intended. The fleers are left to do so, not being the primary target, though an eye will be kept for return sneak attacks. Others collide and are essentially disabled for now. It gives X the oppritunity he needs to get in and open fire on the Tsu-Class. The water beneath his feet barely ripples as Gaonoir finally moves, utilizing the shadows of his previous attack to voidstep directly towards the main target. He appears almost immeadiately at her side opposite X, the sort of ambush flanking maneuver one might expect from a predator. The energy claws re-deploy, and Gaonoir lunges in to make a downward arcing slash on the Tsu's opposite side with one set, then bring the others in a horizontal swipe right after it. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     X's gambit works, for a time. The torpedo mortars slam into the gloves of the Abyssal and manage to mangle one set completely. Black, oily ichor gushes from the wound as the gloved arm falls off and splashes into the water. She screams, and is then engulfed in heavy fire from the other Abyssals, her 'allies' firing to try and take X out with the Tsu-class.     Gaonoir's addedd attack finishes off the Tsu-class sending her sinking to the sea floor with a choked groan of anguish.     "Spear Lead to Longbow. Their air defense curtain is broken. Send in the assault planes, target the Ta-class." says Shigure, lobbing more shells and aiming at the destroyers and lighter ships as their attention is pulled elsewhere.     Kotone's gambit is met with a few turrets spraying her path with 20mm cannon shells. She makes it to the main tanks, and comes face to eye with an I-class, standing on stubby little legs. Its main cannon peeks out of the horrormaw of its mouth, yellow 'eye' locked squarely on the cyborg. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' For a moment Gaonoir watchs the form of the Tsu-class sink. The wolf-like helmet conceals most of his stern expression, but the golden eyes behind the visor have an almost pitying look in them. Abyssals reminded him painfully of the kind of monster he almost became. An existance of hate and spite. As far as he was concerned, sending them back to the depths of the ocean was a mercy. "The air strike has been cleared," Erika pipes up from her back. "... But it sounds like there's difficulty." Gaonoir heard, but the confirmation is appreciated. Her rumbles a bit. Then looks towards X. "Sounds like this isn't quite over as hoped." Erika manages to not be too distracted by how cool seeing another fighting robot is. She can nerd out later. "We'll just have to make up for the lack of air support." "Copy that." Gaonoir turns and for lack of better description dashes off, heading in the Ta-class's direction. 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:''' X himself yells out, thrown aside by an explosion in his attempt at evasive maneuvers. He hadn't assumed they'd fire on their own ally like that and had thus been found lacking, taking a hit to the shoulder that sends him sprawling through the water. After recovering from the attack, the seawater smothering the smoking dent on his shoulder plate, X uses his leg jets to maneuver himself upright and up closer to the surface, thanking Gaonoir for his timely intervention that allowed them to take out the Tsu-class they'd attacked and open a hole in their anti-air defenses. The colors of his armor shifts back to the original tones of blue and black as he attempts to leap out of the water and grab onto the massive Digimon himself in the brief time they were in the same spot, light gathering within the eye of his buster barrel, rapidly boiling the water pouring down its frame into steam. "Seems so..hope you don't mind if I hitch a ride here; I need a good angle to fire from .. this should do it!" Swinging himself forward, X steadies his buster mid-air and releases an even larger plume of energy, aiming for one of the 16-inch twinguns mounted on the Ta-class in hopes of keeping it pinned down for the air-raid. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa has ended up caught by shrapnel as she blitzed the turrets. It's in deep and will require to be handled later it also hurt but given her cybernetic nature, she can keep going when she ends up staring at the I-Class she will look at it for a moment and the cloak drops. "Hi, I got something for you." She'll attempt to toss one plasma grenade at it then there the remainder of her payload are chucked at the tank. With their timers ticking down one of them should make it and go off or so she hopes given how powerful those weapons are. She'll thegn leap into the air, double jump and then hit her bounce system trying to break her fall as she tries o get the hell away from the tanks before her presents go off but this leaves her open to being shot buy Abyssal. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     The sound of piston engines grows as the strike wing from Longbow Team crests the horizon. Single-engine variants of the Dauntless Divebomber, as well as smaller biplane's, Swoprdfish with airdropped torpedoes swing in. They set up attack runs on the Ta-class, whos defensive reaction is suppressed by X's shots to the turret tentacle. The open maw snarls, and snaps off a pair of shots at X and Gaonoir, the Ta-class herself grunting, golden eyes darting back and forth. "To be... or not, to be..." she mutters, before bombs, and torpedoes slam into her from all directions, obscuring her form in a giant plume of smoke, shrapnel and water. As it subsides, nothing can be seen but a growing black oilslick where the battleship once stood.     "Spear team, break off, let the rest retreat, Sword team has gone dark, be ready for a counter attack."     The I-class is waiting. As Kotone decloaks and lobs her grenades, that cannon fires. Kotone's attack goes through but she's going to be dodging shell fire all the way out until the grenades detonate. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Things could go worse they could go a lot better as Kotone does get her grenades off in time before the I-Class can fire. That's the good news the bad news is she takes a hit from the I-class and it's pretty bac she's sent sprawling form it and she has to get up, she has to start running injured as she is as shells trail after her. She runs away all the while the timers are ticking down and at some point. She moves shells at her heels as she goes, aiming to get the pick up that's coming her way as the tanks explode hopefully behind her. 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:''' X crosses his arms as he falls, curling up as the bullets skid off of his rounded armor plates and send him back into the water with a much bigger splash than normal. Even though it was only a glance that was deflected off, the impact still shook his whole body. Spinning around to right himself, X grimaced as he looked up, the sounds of the Ta-class' destruction ringing like a drumbeat in the water, spreading a substance similar to tar or oil where the enemy had been. "More on the way..." Using his dash jets, X darts back to regroup with the rest of Spear Team, radioing back to Hunter Command. "Alia, I need a ride-chaser!" "I'll need to ask Signas ... alright, we're sending one down!" Moments later, another streak of light trails through the sky and materializes into some kind of jet-bike over the water that X quickly hauls himself up onto. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir doesn't object to X using him as a boosting point. Especially when he nails the Ta good with his maneuver and hinders her ability to respond to the inbound strike. When she turns to them and opens fire on them instead he stops, holding up both his arms before him. The wide vambraces make exceptional shields alone, putting them together is like a veritable wall. Ta's shot slams into them, making his hover slide backwards a bit, but ineffective at much else. By the time he lowers them the bombing run has done the job and the target is sinking away. Erika taps her headpiece to switch the comm. "Target confirmed as hit and sunk. Good shooting, Longbow." "Our work here is done." Gaonoir nods again to X before turning to glide away. He was about to ask if the reploid needs a lift again, but the appearance of the jetski like craft negates the need to. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     <Spear Team, Sword Lead... we lost them. They went inland and we lost them in the forest... They were heading for the FoB.>     The words hang as Shigure processes this information. "Spear lead to all ships. Return to base, ASAP. Repeat, RTBASAP. Central, you've got ground-pounders heading your way, initiate Aegis Protocol. WARDEN assets are top priority. Destroy if necessary, protect at all costs."     The destroy wheels about. "Spear Team. Longbow Team, Hammer Team, RTB... we're done out here for now." 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' "Oh, that's going to be a sticky situation to deal with," Erika murmurs at Sword's response finally getting through. Shigure gives the command to withdraw for now. "We'll deal with it when the time comes," he replies to his human partner. Purple and black energy briefly engulfs him, then fades away. The heavy armor is gone as Gaonoir has shifted down a stage, to something faster and more mobile for the trip back to base. He was thinking the exact same thing Shigure was. So he gives a brief salute to her with one gauntlet clad hand to confirm. The jet nacelles extend from his back as they thrum up, and the digimon takes off into the sky again. 

:'''{{#var:7288|X (7288)}} has posed:'''         "What?! ...Roger that, I'm heading back." It was going to be troublesome, but he was far more capable on land than he was at sea, so at least he'd have the advantage in that regard .. but still, that kind of tactical thinking on the fly, it was almost like they had a commander directing their movements. It was worrisome. Both X and his Ride-Chaser begin to shine before shooting off into the sky, teleporting back to Hunter Command, and from there, to the Hikari fleet's base. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa gets the report as she's being picked up, she's glad for the help to get out as she's pretty messed up all things considered she seems glad they have pulled most of it off. It's not over she knows that much but still, there's hope they can bring his to an end. She will end up getting back to base with some help from her allies. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     As the fleets wheel about, some young girls leaning against railings of their comrades, outfits broken and damaged, black scorchmarks on their skin, rigging broken or missing... presence emerges from the sea further into the strait, at the edge of a large darkness that's settled over the area. A 'fog of war. The figure, a pair of young women stood atop some kind of large construct, watch the fleet leave with a passive and tumultuous expression. The one in white staring blankly as if unseeing, the one in black pacing and seething... "You had better succeed. If you fail, do not return." says the figure in black into a radio, before tossing it overboard where it's snapped up by a horror maw on the construct. "Come, sister... let us retire again for now... they will soon enough feel our wrath, oh yes."     Shigure shudders, her entire ocean fitout quaking though she doesn't know why.... "Spear team, double time, push your engines..." 
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7202/Operation: Crowd Control E-1A Reinforcement

2020-05-23T01:44:55Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     The Fifth Strike Squadron, alongside DesDiv6 and a small flotilla of transports, approaches the Malacca Strait from the south... the four smaller destroyers and their larger cruiser 'leader' peel away and start heading westward. "Yo, We're at our limit. Good luck!"     Shigure and Yuudachi are fitted with cargo bulges and are carrying side-slung Daihatsu craft, filled with supplies. Mostly fuel and steel. Some prefabricated building parts... this means they're moving much slower than normal. "Longbow Team, Supply Convoy on final approach to FoB, escort rendesvous coming up, do you copy?" The destroyer turns nose in and begins final approach, when a pulse on radar sets her on edge. "Tiny, I have a radar blip, east-north-east at the limit of my range. Grid Coordinates D14." That blip is making her nervous, but she's got friends she trusts coming to help out. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      Joining the escort today is Haguro, donning her usual purple uniform and white cap, keeping most of her bandages hidden beneath her clothes and gloves and combat armaments. She's keeping a fairly steady pace off to the side of where her charges for this mission will be headed, keeping her eyes peeled for whatever may be that blip in the distance.     "Haguro here. I've brought someone else along who may be helpful if things turn hot. Er. Loud." She purses her lips briefly, then utters a quiet profanity to herself before taking a deep breath to steady herself. "If it surfaces, we'll be ready to intercept. Do we have any data on what it could be? Or predictions, even?" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne pilots her PT boat from the flying bridge, scanning the horizon - and, let's be honest, just enjoying piloting the hyperglass-enhanced boat. At Shigure's radio call, Tiny nods "East-North-east Delta 1-4, we'll swing out and get eyes on." she confirms over the radio, before nodding to her crew. "Okay, let's test the new turning fins, eh? Hold on." She grins, pulling one of the throttles all the way back to idle as she wrenches the wheel around. The little PT boat seems to 'dig in' to the water a little, heeling into the well of its own wake so much that one of the cavitating propellors - and the fin on the hull just outboard of it - leaves the water. Leyanne re-balances the throttles and straightens the rudders again and the boat surges out of the collapsing whirl, leaping entirely clear of the water befure surging towards the edge of Sector D-14. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' The transport convoy was a rather slow progression, so it would do little good for them to be moving so fast they got out of support range and left gaps in any defensive tactics needed. With that in mind Gaonoir drops out of the shadowy portal that briefly appears over one of the transports in his fully evolved form. Though his feet never actually touch the deck, not wanting to disrupt the ship any, and instead the form in dark knight armor rose to remain hovering just above the bow, cloak flicking behind him as if a dancing shadow not entirely there. Golden eyes glance over the convoy from behind the visor, then he cants his head just enough to glance at the young lady sitting on his shoulder with unspoken questions. "Nothing yet." Erika shook her head a bit, still fiddling with the tablet computer sitting on her lap, her digivice plugged into the port on one side to keep all her tech linked in one system, and better distribute information between the screen and the D-Port's holographic display. "But considering what we've learned in the previous encounters, we need to keep our guard up. Who knows what they could field if they make a move." "Agreed." This form can fly, if not quite as fast as the stage below it, but right now that was optimal, allowing Gaonoir to keep an easy pace at the vantage point above the convoy. 

:'''{{#var:7148|Guzma (7148)}} has posed:''' Guzma is here. He's close to Haguro, joining the escort on top of a giant blue bug, which is swimming through the water at high speeds, Guzma in a wetsuit on top of his Golisopod. He's crouched, holding tight onto chitin, as they approach. He's never done this before. It's kinda fun? He's joined by a big blue sea-dinosaur, a Lapras that Tupp, Rapp, and Zipp 'borrowed', keeping pace. They're all dressed in beach clothes. "Wahoo! Sea adventure!" Rapp shouts out. As the unofficial mascot of Team Skull, she's having fun. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Once again Kotone is deploying to help the fleet with the latest Abyssal issue. She wondered if there was a way to ever bring it to an end? She was not sure, she didn't have time to think about that for long. She's riding on one of the transports at the moment. She's armed and ready for who knows what the Abyssals might throw at them this time. She sends up several scout drones to go scope out the area around the ships hoping to give them a bit more of a heads up, to where the enemy will come from. 

:'''{{#var:7231|Charlemagne (7231)}} has posed:'''     As the small squadron directed their attention to what was at D14, a new blip would begin to pop up on their radars at heading eastwards from the direction that their cruiser leader had just left in towards the west. A rather large blip as well. It was hard to say whether it was enemy or foe at first yet it looked like their 'leader' was going to cross paths with that blip much sooner than later. It honestly looked like a full on collision was about to happen on the radar, yet if their 'leader' even managed to chime it in by the time the blips would have intersected...Nothing. The leader wouldn't have even seen what it was that was on the radar. Perhaps it was under the water? An abyssal below them?      "Ah, sea air...Been a while, ah, gotta focus. Hmmm...How do they say it again...Aerial support? Mhm, aerial support will be arriving to support your ships. Just don't take any shots into the sky!" Upon those words if one had looked up what would definitely tell something was descending down from the clouds, though it wasn't a plane, or a jet, it wasn't a helicopter, it wasn't even some elite flying around using super powers or a jetpack... It was a castle. There was a legitimate flying castle decscending down from the skies towards the group. It was as if someone had placed their medieval fortress and put it on a high-tech flotation device of some sort and had decided to take it out upon the open waters. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren's here in his mecha, the fuselage-shaped body making it more of a plane than a boat. But hey, mixed-force tactics should provide an advantage over the enemy, right?     He's either flying escort in the sky, his mech in a 'plane but with arms and chicken-legs' configuration, or standing on one of the boats in humanoid mode if there's room.     At the moment he's trusting his radar and computers to detect oncoming foes, because he's more immediately interested in Leyanne's boat; an application of multiversal phenomena he hasn't seen yet. <"Ooh, a hyperglass-enhanced boat? I wonder if The Line's ever seen the like... How's it handling?">     ...And then a flying castle joins him in the sky. He HAS to check that out, flying around it a few times to get a good look. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     As Tiny peels around and approaches, she'd eventually spot something. A lone figure of a very familiar profile. Four tentacles ending in heavy-caliber cannons housed inside of chattering horrormaws. Golden eyes tracking around to look straight at the Elco.     This time, however, there's no imperative uttered. No demand to 'sink, sink away into the depths', no radar lock or missile launch. In fact, this Ta-class is wearing something, a golden headband with radar fins... a bit battered and chipped, one of the fins bent awkwardly. It looks deceptively like a certain tea loving battleship's.     Gaonoir, Kotone, Staren, Haguro and the Skull Team are largely there as deterant, they'd spot some distant, circling shapes in the water, like large sharks just outside of effective range, though the I-class and Ro-class seem hesitant to approach closer, even as the previous escort team disengage from the area. Tenryuu calls out. "Oi! Heads up!" just as Charlemagne announces his own presence, though the cruiser and her quartet of destroyers don't waver from their egress course. 

:'''{{#var:7148|Guzma (7148)}} has posed:''' Well, that's odd. Non-attacking foes? Guzma considers what to do, when Tupp, Rapp, and Zipp decide to befriend. Well, alright. Time to split up then. With a command, Golisopod heads towards Leyanne's direction, moving to approach the Ta-class with the headband. "Yo! Your headband's injured. Break it in a naval battle, or something? Who the heck are you?" Meanwhile, Tupp, Rapp, and Zipp approach the circling I-Class and Ro-Class. They hold up their arms in the universal 'we mean peace' gesture, as they approach. "Yo yo yo! We're Team Skull! What's going on out here?" Yes, they've been told they're like wild dogs, they don't care. Rapp wants to pet one. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      Haguro's turrets twitch briefly in reflex as those familiar circling shapes appear in the water, and it takes the Cruiser a moment to keep herself from getting too visibly agitated. With Guzma's gang planning to befriend the smaller Abyssals, though, Haguro takes it open herself to make sure they can attempt it safely!     Her method: Drift closer while keeping her hands open and her turrets pointed downward. "Easy. Are you lost? Scouting? Or are you here to eat?" She calls out while drifting to a stop, keeping close to the Lapras and its passengers. Her movements are steady as she holds one hand forward over the surface of the water, steeling her nerve even as she mentally prepares herself to get bitten.     Better her than her allies, at least. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir doesn't even get a chance to utter a fateful 'It's too quiet' line before people are noticing outlying presences. So instead he just snorts, the entire inside of the wolf-head helmet lighting up like various HUDs. From the overhead vantage point it's not hard to pick out the forms swimming in the distance, even if they are out of striking range at this point. "They're ... not immeadiately aggressive." Gaonoir cants his head suspiciously. That's not nearly a relief like it should be, because of how out of the norm it is from previous experiences. "We're not in range, but normally they'd be closing in, not waiting." "... Maybe they've learned not to take our forces for granted?" Erika just nodded a little, watching the various readouts she got from his senses as well, while listening to the comm chatter. "Others are going to investigate." "Then we hold position until they attack or we are otherwise required to assist." Gaonoir replies. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne throttles down as she approaches the Ta=class, although she doesn't bring Tubthumper to a complete stop. "I got a Ta-class here... they're not attacking yet. Or doin' much, but... uh... lookin' at me." Tiny reports, looking over at the Abyssal battleship. There's a brief discussion amongst the crew as they report the situation to Shigure - and get permission to get close. She looks up at Guzma and shrugs "Show some fuckin' tact, dude." She calls out, looking back to the Ta-class as she pulls up near the battleship - close enough that they can talk, but far enough away that they've got a chance to pour the power on, should they need it, and heels to. Tiny looks at the Ta-class. "Did we do that?" She asks, motioning to the headband. "Noth'n personal if we did. You guys are smart, upgrading like that... but, uh, is there anything we can do for you?" 

:'''{{#var:7231|Charlemagne (7231)}} has posed:'''     As Staren takes his time to check out the flying fortress it's exterior design really looks like someone had taken their castle and front yard and put it on some sort of large-scale anti-gravity device or something of that design. While the top of the fortress would have probably been what the average viewer was taking a gander at, seeing the castle as something of intrigue, Staren's mind was probably more interested in what lay below. What sort of machinery was propelling it? Was it actually machinery? Was it actually magic in nature? Whatever it was definitely could leave one with a bit of intrigue! Speaking of intrigue though, just as Staren goes about to fly about the castle, his sensors could probably pick up something upon the castle grounds, the view of a young man within the gardens. He can be seeing cupping a hand over his brow to take a peak at Staren flying in his suit. The young man looking rather fond of the mecha in question as if like a kid looking at a giant flying robot.     Yet as Tenryuu gives her warning, it can be seen that it's the young man's lips that move in tandem with the new voice upon the comms, "No problem!" Without any motions or commands by the young man, the castle continues its course. Was there someone else upon the castle commanding it? No other signs of life seemed to appear on his scanners? Auto-pilot? It was the best guess he could have at the moment.     While most of the group began to initiate talks with the Abyssals the flying fortress stayed between them and the rest of the convoy. "Mmm, making peace with the enemy...Definitely a tough thing, but also cool...Still, if what the convoy leader says is true...Hmmm." His voice seemed somewhat reluctant over the comms. Like someone who's clearly dealt with those kinds of individuals before. "Convoy leader, this is uh...What would be a good code name for maritime communication..." He goes radio silent for a moment... "Charlie... I'll hang back for the time being incase things take a turn." It made sense afterall, his ship had a bird's eye view of the situation so if they needed to act fast he'd probably be able to respond quickly if needed. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren offers a wave to the man on the castle grounds and is indeed wondering what it's using to stay aloft. As Staren keeps circling, he deploys some drones to spread out around the fleet, one of which makes its way towards the Ta-class. The camera drone is the size of a large orange, spherical, made of grey metal with a big red lens on the 'front', an antenna sticking up from the side, and thrusters on the bottom and back. This one's also got a holo-projector, which it activates as the group gets in range.     It's obviously a hologram, with the scanlines and the monochrome green-blue color and all that, and rather than a projection of Staren as he's sitting in the cockpit it's of Staren standing in the air wearing his labcoat. "Greetings. We don't have to fight, though we're ready for one. I am Staren, of the Concord. Associate of Haguro, if you've heard of her. Who are you, and what do you want?" 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Does spot some of the Abyssals are but they are not moving in just yet, she'll make sure to set up a few gun drones in key places on the deck but she doe snot attack yet, Then comes Charlemange with a flying castle. That gets Kotone starting for a good moment at it, she has to wonder about it for a moment she'll worry about it later. It seems some are going to try to talk to Ta-Class so she remains on stand by watching and waiting. The castle does have Kotone's attention. "Let's see where this goes." She knows enough about Abyssals to know not all of them are lost causes so she will give Ta-class this change. Kotone will also open up comms to Ta. "Greetings, is there something we can do for you? I would like to also avoid a fight if possible." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     The Ta-class's eyes turn toward Guzma when he approaches. She remains oddly quiet, her expression subtly shifting from neutral to faintly angry. She moves, then looks back at the Elco. "Not... damage... from battle." comes the stilted words, the reverb in her voice fluctuating a little. "Came. Looking for... little sister... flagship..." a frown, "Davao."     The destroyers continue to circle, but shift their pattern to surround Haguro and the rest of Team Skull. One I-class surfaces and grargls as its red eyes gleam, it's mouth producing it's main cannon and aiming at the Skull members; only to jerk back as if reprimanded and submerging again. The Ta-class shifts position, lifting one hand up into the air. The destroyers dip a bit lower under the water, and head off toward the Ta-class, as if issued a 'regroup' order.     The Ta-class returns comms. "Told others... tell you. We are here... for Davao." 

:'''{{#var:7148|Guzma (7148)}} has posed:''' The Lapras-riders don't get to pet the sea dogs. Rapp yelps as she sees the gun, but luckily, they pull back. For now, they'll circle around to join Guzma. Guzma has a really stupid plan. He radios Haguro and Staren. <"Alright. Let's help these guys. They're looking for their boss, right? We can get in on their good side."> And then, Guzma speaks to Ta-class. For once in his life, he tries to get someone to not be mad at me. "Yo, meant no offense, just the way I speak. The giant metal rattata here's just pushy." He sidles up on his Golisopod, stroking his chin. "Why don't we help you find your boss, eh? Davao? In return, you can give us some cool intel. How's that sound, yo?" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne looks up at Guzma. Damn, someone's thinking up the stupid ideas faster than she is! She'll have to up her game. She nods at what he says, nodding. "Ah, it's not? What's it from?" She asks curiously, looking over the damage to see if it's from a cause she can recognise. "Brew?" she opens a cooler on the flying bridge and hands out beer-cans to her crew... before pitching one at the side of Guzma's head, and offering another to the Ta-class. "If she's in the area, Tubthumper here is probably one of the faster things in the area, if you can give some clues on where she is, we can go look for her." 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' When fighting doesn't break out and the Abyssals actually talk (for as much as they do so) Gaonoir... relax isn't quite the right word, but he does untense a little while still remaining on guard. As much as he enjoys a fight, he knows getting these supplies through and the forward base established would be less risky if they don't need to battle their way through. He's also a terrible negotiator, so he'll leave that to the other people already trying. Erika is too busy making notes of the unorthadox but hopefully helpful situation to worry about it. 

:'''{{#var:7231|Charlemagne (7231)}} has posed:'''     The undercarriage of the castle doesn't really seem to provide Staren with too much useful information about the origins of the technology or magic that seemed to be holding the entire fortress up. If you asked Charlie how it came to be though...He'd just tell you that it was 'cool' and that'd be the end of it. Cause that's totally what mattered...     In regards to the Abyssal group that appears Charlie appears to take an interest in them almost immediately. Listen to the dialogue that was being exchanged amongst the group, his face seem unchanging while he was in thought for those brief moments, though eventually he began speaking up on the comms again. "Oi, Convoy Leader, you're more familiar with these maidens of the sea. But what do you make of a situation like this?" It seemed he had his own ideas whether stupid or not on what may be going on, but not knowing the enemy he was reluctant to say too much too soon. Besides, he was just an escort. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      Haguro takes a moment to observe that flying castle above her, just staring at it blankly while she struggles to process what she's even looking at. Once she confirms that it's not falling right on top of her, she remembers to breathe again, then looks back down at the Abyssal destroyers. She draws a fist back as though ready to strike when its mouth opens, but breathes a sigh of relief when it falls back and away from them.      <<"Bringing this one to Davao could certainly be a boon for us. It couldn't hurt to have more allies out at sea, and knowing where Davao is could be something useful for other things...">> She replies to Guzma and Staren, humming thoughtfully for a few more moments as she opens comms with the Ta-class and follows the destroyers to greet the new-ish old face.     "Ta-class, was it?" She eyes the headband curiously, then salutes the Abyssal. "I am Haguro, sometimes known as Ne-class." She smiles softly and relaxes her hands at her sides, observing Guzma as he makes the offer. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     That sounds familiar. Staren's avatar blips out, the hologram instead playing a video recording of Davao shooting at the camera. "Run run run little bug. There is nowhere to hide from my sight." It skips ahead a bit. "Samar didn't need me, so I got bored." Davao answers some earlier question, a hand lifting and a shoulder rolling in a lazy shrug. "There a problem with a little sport? The surface dwellers won't miss a few dozen cargo planes."     Staren's avatar appears again. "Are you this 'Samar'?"     Then another video, this time of Davao over water, looking bored as nearby blasts blow her hair about. "I was bored. These looked like they would be fun." Blip. Davao clapping her hands and grinning in full yandere mode. "Oooo, you're /back/~" Blip. again she's attacking the camera. She snorts derisively. "Sanctioned duels aren't fun, they're boring. Give me pain, give me suffering. I am the Abyssal Princess of Pain. Your screams will be my lullaby!"     Blip. Davao chuckling as she takes fire. "Your suffering. Mine. That girl's. The boy. That flying ship's crew... an entire town on the coast." she lists off, placing a hand on one of her throne's turrets as shots rain down around her. Some piercing through her though she still doesn't flinch. "It doesn't matter to me from where the pain comes. Only that it does." She then leans forward a bit, hiding her eyes apart from the glowing irises as she stares up at the camera. "Oh, just so you know... I can't feel, any of this."     Blip. Staren's avatar returns. "She's a real piece of work. You sure you want to find her?" 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone will listen and thinks about what Ta-class is up to. She's looking for a sister ship? Their Flagship? Davao. She thinks on that for a moment it looks like there is going to be a fight. Then it passes, and Ta keeps her comrades from turning this into a brawl. Guzma offers to help find Davao in exchange for intel, which seems like a fair deal to her. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Ta-class frowns at Guzma again. "We know where Davao is... why would surface dweller help us?" she asks, one tentacle snapping out and chomping the can, shattering it and spilling the contents out into the water. The maw chomps the can, then seems to swallow the metal before turning her attention to Haguro. "Ne-class Heavy Cruiser... I..." Ta-class frowns, lifting a hand to her head and wincing as if in pain... "Where is big sister... big sister where did...?" Her eyes flicker from gold to a more 'normal' blue, then back to gold between blinks...     Convoy Leader replies to Charlie. "My name is Shigure. Second Ship of the Shiratsuyu-class destroyers... this situation seems, tenuous. That Ta-class Battleship approached Paladin holdings several months ago, seeking aid in finding and rescuing the Air Defense Princess." she says, "Now, Davao has been sighted within the ranks of the Abyssal Fleet operating in this theatre, unknown if it is a willing arrangement or if she has been coersed or subjected to some kind of control."     Ta-class looks at Staren. "Samar... is Battleship Princes. I am... Ta-class." she replies. "Davao is Flagship... she, is important. To me." 

:'''{{#var:7148|Guzma (7148)}} has posed:''' Guzma is frowned at again. But they ask a clear question. "You want to know why?" He lifts his arm to block the can, a bruise forming, causing him to frown at Leyanne. "Because these people are just gonna shoot your boss. Your important person. And I think you're cooler than they are. So, why not, me and my Concord friends work with you? Become homies. We can talk to Davao, see what she has to offer. Y'know? You don't gotta go it alone." He's not worried about Leyanne being Right THere. Golisopod is strong. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     'Staren' scratches his chin, tilts his head. "I see. Well, if she's so important to you, you should find her... Well, you're already doing that." He leans forward slightly. "What will you do once you find her, though? I mean, if you're just going to turn around and shoot us, you can see why we'd have a problem with that, right?" 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir and Erika both look up at the explaination Shigure gives Charlie on the matter. Then to each other for a moment, and Erika taps something on her tablet because that's the most private conversation method they have. There's a pause, presumably Gaonoir responding through the digivice, and then more typing. Then Gaonoir finally turns his attention to Shigure. "Do you think, if Davao could be recovered without being 'sunk' as their kind call it, the rest of her fleet here would be cooperative?... any possible threat we can keep from complicating operations." 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      That strange reaction from the Ta-class to Haguro's alternate identity actually gets a concerned look from her, and she drifts closer while leaning forward with a hand held outward. She's mentally preparing herself to get bitten again, but she suddenly looks less worried about that and more worried when Guzma outright states his intent.      It takes her a little bit longer to process that, but she eventually does a sort of tilted 'yeah why not' nod at the Dealer before turning back to the Ta-class. "... Yes, why not? We can help you reach your sister. Even if you already know where she is, it'll be safer in numbers. And..."      Haguro straightens up, adjusting her hat briefly before tapping a hand on her chin. "It's been a while since I spoke to Davao, anyway. I wonder how she's doing." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure finally begins to drop the side-slung daihatsu from the sides of her ocean fitout, the landing craft heading toward the beach, ramping up and grinding their tracks as they ascend to take supplies up to the in-process construction. The conversation out to sea continues, of course.     Ta-class backs away from Haguro as she approaches... "We will find Davao." she states firmly, her tentacle turrets gnashing teeth at Haguro and Guzma, and Leyanne, the snap of teeth ringing out before the Battleship just 'drops' through the water and dives away. Seems that the 'offers' were a little too forward. Sonar reports that the little flotilla is heading east, out into deeper water. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne shoots a glare at Guzma before heeling the boat around and gunning the power, attempting to catch him with the rooster-tail as the boat's three turbine engines crank up to speed to rejoin formation. "Confirmed, escort formation." She says, carefully maneuvering to keep the boat between the flotilla and Guzma for as long as possible. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' It's possibly only the fact that with the huge gauntlets and vambraces in this form Gaonoir doesn't really have a proper palm to slap to his face that he doesn't do so when things get rather heated between the Giant Mouse and the Gangsta with the Giant Arthopod. But it seems like the Abyssals have decided to rebute the offers and just depart to continue their search on their own. Still. There might be a reason there to not entirely demolish the Air Defense Princess.... We will see. Will also have to keep a close eye on that man and his allies. If they help, fine, but if they try to pull something that puts the greater mission at risk... "Gaonoir," Erika speaks softly, as if already knowing what her partner is thinking. "Not tonight." "No, not tonight," he agrees. But vigilance on their own 'allies' will be needed now, too. A complication they could of done without. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa she will let Guzma handle the talking with Ta-Class at the moment. She seems to be in pain and something is happening to her. She pauses for a moment, she seems to be in pain, in agony of some sort. Is something happening not there? As the talk continues she thinks. "So your fleet almost like your family?" Kotone asks of the Abyssal. She looks to Leyanns dot as she returns to formation as well and she thinks. This is complicated now but when it it not, she'll use her scout drones to keep watch. 

:'''{{#var:7148|Guzma (7148)}} has posed:''' Guzma gets rejected. He grunts, and then has Golisopod swim off towards Haguro. The Lapras follows. He'll stick with her. Haguro understands him, at least. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      Furrowing her brow, Haguro sighs as the Ta-class backs away and vanishes beneath the waves. "Ta...! Damn. Well, she should be safe enough, at least." She rubs her forehead lightly while crossing her arms over her chest, her turrets twitching a fair amount as she looks up at the sky. "Still, it wouldn't have been bad to speak to Davao again. Maybe with some luck...?"     She shrugs lightly, then claps a hand on Guzma's shoulder firmly while starting to drift westwards. "It was a worthwhile gamble. It didn't work out this time, but..." Haguro goes quiet, still furrowing her brow deep in thought.      "When it does, it'll be big." 

:'''{{#var:7231|Charlemagne (7231)}} has posed:'''     The young man atop the flying garden listens through on the comms of the discussions so far. It's definitely a weird situation, though Staren's holograms appear to shed some sort of light on what occurred with this Davao prior. Though there was another thing that caught the Servant's eye from across the distance. He says nothing immediately though, just another thought that comes to mind. Though before that, "Princess Davao...Or Flagship Davao...?" He was trying to recall those rankings spoken a moment ago by the Convoy Leader before she properly addresses him. "Ah, Shigure? I've heard of ya before! You're one of those Paladins too? That's cool! I'm...Ah... Mmm, usually it'd only be appropriate to give my name as well but uh...Mmm..." His voice on the comms seems a bit displeased with the circumstances. Though he speaks up again, "It's uncool but don't think it'd be appropriate to give my name at this time. But, if you're with those Paladins you should know the moniker Saber well enough. For the time being rest assured at the veyr least I intend to help just as I said I would."     There wasn't much else for him to say on the matter. After all, he was just giving a helping hand, this wasn't his problem, at least not yet. And the mission as detailed was to just help with cargo so for him to reah out well...While there would have been a time for him to jump it, it hadn't felt like that point just yet. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     The idea of recruiting Davao and channeling her urge for destruction towards... more productive ends (and hopefully not just a protection racket) is intriguing, but Staren doesn't like that Leyanne and Guzma are fighting. His avatar remains emotionless when he's not specifically sending messages through it, though. When Ta-class leaves, the avatar blips out and he recalls the drone.     At least now he can focus on examining Charles's island. The man lets slip that he's a 'Saber'... but that just raises more questions the man is unlikely to answer. Like who in history had a flying castle, and why the mix of medieval and high-tech looks? Sure, Gilgamesh has magitech but that looks different. Ah well. He'll just make what observations he can while they're here. 
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7192/Crowd Control: Side Mission-Recruitment

2020-05-04T17:48:17Z

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|Location=Hikari Seaport
|Synopsis=Shigure summons Leyanne and Kotone to talk about a certain initiative she's creating.
|Cast of Characters=685, 1100, 7
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Messages have been sent to Kotone and Leyanne to meet Shigure at Hikari's Arsenal Dockyard. It's a place of metalcraft, stinking of forged iron, welded steel and spilled lubricant. Sounds of hammers rings out across the water in a constant undertone, coupled with whistles, warning klaxons and shouts of various workmen as they work on modifying Kanmusu equipment with resources acquired by allies and field patrols.     Shigure is sat behind a desk, going through dossiers and referencing blueprints when she's located, hair done up in a tight workers bun instead of the usual braid, her uniform swapped out for a set of robust safety orange coveralls, stained with grease. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne never misses an excuse to get oily and investigate new equipment and machinery, so she too has been helping out. She's wearing sandy pinkish-red coveralls of her own - camouflage on mars, but plenty visible here. Stained with oil and grease, her ponytail rolled up into a bun not dissimilar to Shigure's, the mouse practically bounces into Shigure's office, completely forgetting to duck on the way through the door. It's quite an impressive THUMP as forehead meets doorframe, hard enough that some of the equipment on Shigure's desk jumps slightly, and the large torque wrench in Tiny's left hand drops free and bounces into the room. Sharp ears will pick up a faintly metallic clang along with the thump. Tiny is, of course, planted quite firmly on her backside. "Mother puss-bucket..." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa had picked up the message from Shigure and was more than happy to respond, she had grabbed something to eat on the way in and was just finishing it off as she tracked down her friend. It was funny though why did the Cyborg lady eat so much and be a total foodie? Who knows what is known is she was eager to get to work from the look of her face as she arrived at the desc. "Hey Shigure, Tiny? Do I smell a project of some sort?" Kotone is almost vibrating from the look on her face. She seems very eager for what might be about to start. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure doesn't look up from her desk immediately. She's likely used to the taller ships forgetting these doors are built closer to human-standard, not gigantism. She does offer a dry quip in her usual soft near-monotone voice. "... mind the doorframe." She reaches down as the wrench hits her foot, the metal tool clanking lightly against the metal frame on her 'hull boot'. Straightening in her seat she set the tool on the desk alongside the other few trinkets, gizmos and gadgets she's acquired from people being a little careless around her workspace. "Tiny." she finally says, looking up and folding her hands over her stack of paperwork. "I called you here because I'm setting up an initiative. This is something I've been looking into for a while, but Engagement: First Strike made it clear this needs to be fast tracked, else the Hikari Fleet and all other Kanmusu organizations will be put in the unenviable position of being underequipped to continue fighting the Abyssal Fleet on equal footing."     She's of course referring to the modified Abyssals, and the New Class destroyer encountered during the opening engagement at the Malacca Strait.     When Kotone arrives, the destroyer nods in greeting. "Yamakawa, I was just about to explain. I'm creating an initiative. A group of outside minds to the Fleet. Fresh ideas and the drive to put them into action." she gestures to the scene outside. "We are stuck in 1944, few new ideas come from our own kind, and it's beginning to show." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne nods "Low bridge." She agrees, picking herself back up to listen to Shigure. She nods. "Interesting. Yeah I can definitely help with that, I'm pretty familiar with most types of engine technology and I'm starting to experiment with hyperglass from the Line. I can definitely help in the propulsion department... I'm also pretty familiar with heavy weapons from across the multiverse, I can probably tell you which ones would be good for close-in weapons..." She looks to Kotone, to see what ideas she's got. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa says "Most of the ships of that era were cutting edge for the time but, as you say things have moved on. So you want our help to better develop new rigging for the fleet I would take it?" She grins for a moment "I'd be happy to help with this project I owe the fleet a lot as it is." She looks over to Leyanne for a moment nodding "I can help with some of the mechanical work and any computer systems though my main area of skill is on things like cars and the like. I can, however, help with other concepts such as stealth and the like." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "Excellent. I don't only want you to help with your own expertise, but look for others who can bring something to the table as well. Weapons tech, including targetting systems. Defensive measures, such as armour or even deflector shielding. The Fleet has encountered a lot in our time in the Multiverse, but noone has really looked into making any of it our own." Shigure pushes the dossiers out. "The Warlock, from Evangeline's world. Armiger Princess. The Star Hawk, it's Anti-Wireless Railgun and missile systems. Busou Shinki and their modular armour system... the list goes on, I have dozens of these dossiers." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne nods "There's a dude I know, he's Concord but he's OK and he's all about interesting tech, have you heard of Staren? He can probably help out quite a bit, he's got all sorts of interesting shit to look at." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa grins "We might even be able to hit up some of the warship production companies on my world. Given the focus we have on E-warfare and stealth might be of use to you." With Kotone's stealth gear being a very well known thing to the Fleet at this point it could be interesting to look into that. "I getcha hit up the contact network and see who we can find for this project. Never thought I'd be helping to tune up friends like this." She looks to Leyanne for a moment. "Whatcha think Tiny? I think this will be a fun project." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "I am familiar with Staren. He owns the Star Hawk, after all. He was a Union member, before the reality quakes... I've not spoken to him for a long while now. I hear he's doing well for himself." Shigure nods briefly. "Thank you both. Please, ask Staren to contact me at his earliest convenience, and forward your contact list to the project database." she says, standing and bowing politely. "I need to get back to work. Take care, both of you." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne nods to Ko "Oh yeah. There's a couple of folks here who would really benefit from the gas turbine and hyperglass treatment I gave Thumper, for a start." 
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7177/Operation Crowd Control E-1(Opening Skirmish)

2020-05-02T02:10:54Z

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|Date of Scene=2020/05/01
|Location=The Great Ocean
|Synopsis=The Hikari Fleet, Paladins and allies make opening moves on containing the new Abyssal Threat in the Malacca Strait.

They also find out that these Abyssals have upgrades.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Malacca Strait, Local time: 06:43. Forward operation staging, 80nm south-south east of strait entrance.     Shigure and her fleet float in Ocean Fitout, turrets aimed into the strait itself, scanning for a reaction to the buildup. Other rendesvous points are similarly guarded by other detachments of Hikari Fleet assets, and Paladin Navy units. Each team gets a briefing, based on skillset of responding forces.     STRAIT: The main battleline will be held by Shigure, the Fifth Strike, and elements of Paladin Heavy Navy Squadron 8. Their task is to distract Abyssal response by putting pressure on their defensive line, hopefully drawing away forces from the other objectives.     SURROUNDING WATERS: A scouting and force redirection operation, any returning Abyssal squadrons are to be intercepted and sunk before they can join the battle, taking pressure off the front line and ensuring other elements don't get caught in a pincer action.     ISLAND: An Abyssal Shore Battery has been sighted under construction on the island across from the mainland. Overflights have sighted at least four Artillery Bunker Imps and an Abyssal Airfield Demon launching strike craft. Elements are to storm the strongpoint and destroy the shore battery to allow more maneuverability to the main line.     AIR SUPERIORITY: Local airspace is controlled by the Abyssal forces. Land of Tea Forward Fleet 3, led by HMS Ark Royal is on station to provide air cover, but will require support in the air against the massed land-based squadrons both locally at the ISLAND, and further in behind the Abyssal defensive line.     "Team leaders, sound off, are we Go/No Go for Operation? Picket unit?"     "Shore Assault Unit?"     "Air Contingent?"     Once all teams sound off green, the support units turn in and begin approach. "May we find Victory on the Dawn's Horizon!" 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Air Support/Superiority is the whole reason Gaonoir was a member of the Hikari Fleet so its only natural that is the unit the digimon enforcer is taking up position with. He's already in his Perfect evolution, jet-backpack emitting a faint hum he's ready to move out as soon as the command is given. Light occasional flickers across his visor as the HMD repeatedly updates data threads. "Are we sure this is going to be enough?" As per usual for combat engagements Erika is riding piggy-back. The base of his pack actually makes a really stable seat. "It will be to start. We don't want to put too many of our high cards on the table at once, after all." Gaonoir nodded. "Sound strategy." If they did come against higher threat resistance than anticipated it's not hard for them to bring out the really big guy. Erika gave a 'all ready' gesture to the rest of the unit. The duo was ready for action. 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     A streak of pink carves a path high up through the sky.     The aura of magic surrounding Nanoha propels her forward. It also protects her from the harsh winds and temperatures at the speeds and height from which she's searching the skies.     Nanoha glances around, before turning her head to the side to look as a holoscreen pops up beside her. As the screen shows nothing but empty area, Nanoha reports in over the radio, "This is Captain Takamachi. Grid sector 7E is clear. Shifting patrol to 8E."     Nanoha banks to the side, arcing around as she blasts her way towards her next patrol waypoint. She doesn't expect the skies to be clear for long, given the hell that the other forces are going to be raising soon. Still. A part of Nanoha is eagerly anticipating encountering the Abyssal fliers. To see how they operate and compare against the aerial mages Nanoha usually flies against. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Haguro drifts along slowly in her land fitout as she trails far behind the frontmost teams, seeming distracted as she scans the area slowly. "Where is it...?" She murmurs to herself while her turrets click and turn slowly, the Heavy Cruiser already prepared for combat despite her apparent lack of haste in getting to the frontlines. Perhaps she'll have better luck later in this battle. Adjusting her cap, Haguro takes a deep breath before speeding towards the ISLAND, keeping her head and body tilted forward to stay closer to the surface of the water and minimize her profile. <<"Haguro, moving out. I'll be joining the battle with the shore battery.">> There's an oddly determined tone in Haguro's voice as she relays that to her allies, all while scanning the shoreline for both Abyssal and non-Abyssal forces. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' "We are going to be dealing with a very dangerous opponent," Reina had briefed the GUARDIANS members who were onboard the Neo-Osprey. "We cannot afford to take any risks. Make sure you are all ready for anything and DO NOT let your guard down!" "Aye aye!" Came the response from the crew, all of whom seemed eager to take part. But whether they were ready for actual combat was anyone's guess. That would happen soon enough. As the Neo-Osprey carefully approaches the strait, all the hands are on deck and all crewmembers are ready for anything. Seated in her chair, Reina sits alertly watching carefully for signs of any possible trouble. "Navigations, keep us steady, but be ready to move at the first sign of danger," Reina calls out. "Radar, keep your eyes peeled and stay focused. If you see even as much as a microscopic sign of something, let me know right away!" There are sounds of acknowledgement and Reina folds her arms as she sits forward slightly, her eyes narrowing a little. "It's time to show the Abyssals what we're made of!" 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Given Kotone's skillsets she knows what she'll be going after, she'll be joining the unit on the island. She can help to make a mess of things there. so she signed up for the ISLAND she could have brought her ARMED Suit, but she had other ideas, where she'd be sneaking into the battery to far more damage than a direct attack. Kotone would be ready and deploying form her ship's teleporter. She appears for only a half-second before her cloak kicks in. <<I'm on the island and moving in.>> She will start talking towards the first of the batteries with the intent to sneak in and mess it up with grenades. After all, a few in the magazines should be more than enough to deal with it. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Tubthumper bounces across the water, the entire front third or so of the boat entirely free of the water as the PT boat planes along.     "You heard her. Exocets." Two hulking, ogre-like mice - one with a distinctly angular muzzle - look at eachother and nod. One calls out "Go!" "Bow gun!"     "Go!" A skinny human mans the 20mm. "Waist guns" "Go!" The four waist cupolas swing into life, their gunners looking for targets. "Torpedoes!"      Hatches are dogged shut and the tubes pressurised."Go!" "Bofors gunners!" Tiny looks satisfied. "Go!" The big AA gun on the back of the boat swings skywards and pivots. "Anti-submarine?"     "Go!" the Hedgehog mortar and K-gun depth charges have their safety pins pulled. "Engine room!"     Down in 'the pit', gauges are checked by oil-streaked personnel. "Go!" Leyanne smiles and picks up her radio mike. "This is FMS Tubthumper on the picket, we are go on all systems, your flank on this side is currently clear, proceed when ready." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "Picket Team is Go. Patrol Team 2 is on station."     Air Contigent is armed and ready. First wave, launching now."     "Assault Team is moving out now, Sir."     ISLAND: Shore assault teams approach in high speed transports, modified Daihatsu landing craft, and more modern amphibious IFVs and tanks. The shore batteries open fire, lobbing shells into the water, causing massive sprays of water, while smaller machine gun nests rake the incoming line, bullets ricocheting off armour plates. "KEEP PUSHING! Yamakawa'll have that battery down!" The first transports slam into the beach, drop hatches and pour their contents of troopers out, bullets, lasers and rockets flying, creating a chaotic mess of sound, explosions and debris. Kotone would find little in the way of 'human' sized opposition. There's 'automated' sentries that consist of a giant horror mouth full of teeth and guns, which vomit bullets when they detect movement. Easily avoided by stealth field movements as long as it doesn't 'shimmer'. She would find her way to the Imp's magazine, an assembly of flesh that 'eats' from a pile of gunpowder and shell caps, to feed the gun of the monster itself.     SURROUNDING WATERS: Radar pings a group of high-speed contacts closing on the fleet. The Patrol Group turns, a number of Destroyers led by a Light Cruiser, chosen for speed and maneuverability, as well as experience in high speed combat. The Tubthumper is easily able to outpace them and the incoming Abyssals and engage in a first strike.     AIR CONTINGENT: Ark Royal launches her first squadron of planes, as Nanoha turns to her next waypoint. Raising Heart would pick up a spike of energy as Radar pings her location, and a flight of Abyssal Interceptors vector in to engage her. They move like jetplanes, but their smaller size lets them keep up with tight maneuvers. More planes arrive from the ISLAND, and come down across the Strait itself, Dive Bombers, Torpedo Bombers and Fighters mixing in the air over the coming battlefield.     STRAIT: Shigure, and the rest of the main battleline move into the strait, soon clashing with picket units of I-Class, weighted by Ri-Class. Not super heavy, but there's a lot of them, and more are coming down the Strait. The Neo-Osprey has a personal dance partner, a Ri-Class with heavier cannons on the forearm bracers than normal. They seem grafted on, jury-rigged, but she's no less dangerous because of the extra bulk. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' It doesn't take long for the horent's nest to stir once poked. Erika glances down at her digivice screen. "They're not sparing on the numbers, that's for sure." "Any torpedo craft or bombers?" Gaonoir asks almost as if it was an instinct. "Several." Erika looked back up. "Probably the biggest threats to the water and ground forces." "Figure as much." Gaonoir grinned in a way that was much more suitable for a predatory creature. "Shall we?" The digimon launched from his position, but the spinning-up thunder of his engines was drowned out by the darkness that enveloped him briefly, and then he was gone both in launching and slipping out of physical space into the opposite void of shadows he could maneuver through. The maneuver is directed to bring him right into the enemy formation, appearing fast out of the void and aiming to slam gauntlet clad, darkness sheathed fists into the nearest Torpedo Bomber hopefully before they've realized he's there. "SURPRISE!" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne's scanning the horizon... her antennae quirk a moment, picking up a change in the electromagnetic noise.      "Surface contact! Fast-mover, inbound bearing 165, range 5km speed 2-5!" is called from the radar room in the main bridge below. "Doesn't seem like they've spotted us!"      Leyanne smirks softly and nods, turning to plot an intercept course with the Abyssal destroyers. "Torpedoes, full spread, all tubes!" Leyanne orders. "Angle off the bow 5 degrees. Gunners, be ready. We'll chase our torpedoes in at 500m range, we'll get their attention and by the time they spot the fish it'll hopefully be too late for evasive action."     The four torpedoes are launched from their tubes and begin running towards the Abyssals, the little PT boat slowing just a little to make sure that they don't get blown up by their own weapons. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' "Ma'am, there's something on radar!" The radar operator calls out upon getting a sign of the Ri-Class on his radar. "It's moving towards us fast!" "Battle stations ready!" Reina yells out as she secures herself in her seat. "Navigations, prepare for evasive maneuvers on my command." "Aye aye," The navigator responds. After taking a moment to compose herself, Reina calls out, "Fire cannons! Now!" With that, the Neo-Osprey shoots off a blast of cannonfire at the Ri-Class that's approaching. "You mess with a bird of prey and you're gonna get eaten," Reina says as she narrows her eyes and cracks her knuckles. 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     <Caution, Master. Our position is detected.>     Nanoha hmmms? But the meaning becomes more clear as the holoscreen floating along beside her begins to display numerous incoming signatures. Nanoha ahs, "They get to things quickly."     Nanoha turns, sweeping around to angle in towards the incoming formations. As she does so, Nanoha radios in, "Enemy aerial formations detected. I'm moving to intercept."     As the Abyssal aircraft come into view, Nanoha notices that there are quite a few. Along with one rather strange looking one... Oh wait, that's Gaonoir. Seeing the Digimon proceed to rip into what appears to be a bomber type, Nanoha sweeps her staff out to the side, summoning several orbs of pink in the air around her.     Nanoha asks of her Device, "Let's handle the the more nimble ones, yes?"     Raising Heart responds, <Affirmative. Shoot them down.>     The interceptors closing in on Nanoha are her first targets as she swings her staff to point towards them, calling out, "Shoot!" The orbs fire a barrage of pink lasers at the Abyssals, Nanoha quickly rolling to the side shortly after in preparation of enemy return fire. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Surrounding Waters: The fish find targets, digging into the side-hull of a To-class Light Cruiser before exploding. The things mouths shriek, before the sea swallows it up, a spreading pool of opil from where the thing went down. I-class and Ro-class turn on the Tubthumper, but can't turn quite fast enough to track the high speed attack boat. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' The battle begins, and Haguro joins the assault on the Abyssal position. "Watch your flanks! Don't expose yourselves more than you need to!" She shouts to the charging troopers as she advances from the rear, providing cover for the troopers in the front by bombarding the shore batteries with her own artillery. Her primary target: The shore batteries' main cannons. Knowing just what kinds of chaos a well-defended cannon can do from the rear, she's certainly not shying away from all but challenging the batteries to a long-distance slugfest, albeit being a smaller target as she's in her human-sized and human-shaped Land Fitout for the time being. "Where is it....? Come on..." She mutters under her breath all hte while, her eyes alternating between looking towards where she's firing and at the backs of the troops she's supporting. She knows it's there, but what? Somewhere in this battlefield, she knows there's a part of her here. She just needs to find it. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Air Contingent: Gaonoir's sudden appearance in the middle of the bomber formation causes the trailing craft to emit a high pitched shriek of surprise, while the ones being hit just buzz before fgalling from the sky like swatted flies, trailing smoke and flame. A few more nimble craft turn to take strafing shots at the Digimon, 20mm cannons barking under the stubby wings.     The interceptors, meanwhile, engage Nanoha. They're lighter constructed than the fighters attacking Gaonoir, one even managing to barrel roll around the incoming magical orb before its lighter armament spits a volley of shells at the Mage. The rest of the flight get struck, and start to go down, trailing smoke from large gouges in their fuselages from the bolts. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne reports the success of her spread... she'd hoped that they'd go wider and slow down the squadron as a whole, but... still, four torpedoes into the side of one ship is quite effective all the same. With the target they were charging towards gone, Leyanne closes the range further. "Bring that Bofors gun down, aim for the Ro!" she orders. The two mice manning the gun work their aiming mechanism to bring that long-barrel 40mm down, selecting the armour-piercing rather than the fragmentation ammo. The big gun barks, sending a string of five rounds towards the Abyssal destroyer. Tubthumper's smaller weapons open up on the I-class; even if they don't do anything but distract the destroyer, they'll help, because any retaliatory fire that strikes home is sure to do damage to the light little PT boat. Shock and awe is the name of the game - if the Abyssals have a moment to gather and return fire, Tubthumper's going to get knocked down. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Surrounding Waters: The Thumper's breach through the center of the formation gives the Patrol unit time to line up shots and drop artillery shells on the Destroyers as they turn broadside on. The 40mm cannon and the lighter waist guns just bounce harmlessly off the Abyssal's plating, but give enough distraction that the artillery shells from the other responders can land directly on target, causing one of the I-class to detonate, and the Ro-class to keel over, going still and lifeless, but remaining afloat. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Island: Haguro's cover fire is appreciated. The shore cannons not able to depress enough to shoot at the beach itself. These instead start to angle towards the main flotilla, disrupted by the incoming artillery from the Heavy Cruiser. Infantry and tanks continue to exchange shots with the static defense bunkers, Abyssal turrets are living creatures, taking on various smaller caliber weapons for defense against intruders. Machineguns continue to rake the beach, slowing the advance to a crawl, while mortars and lighter cannons drop explosives into clusters of troops, causing casualties the longer the battle lasts.      

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     A rain of bullets streak in towards Nanoha. She rolls through the air in her attempts to evade. The bullets rip through some of the orbs flying along beside her, shattering them into motes of pink. Some even manage to cut through part of the long skirt of her Barrier Jacket, though avoid hitting Nanoha directly.     The two aerial combatants pass, Nanoha glancing back at the fast Abyssal interceptor. Must be a good one, to survive where the rest of its squad got shot down. Then she notices the holes in her dress, "Phew... Still not used to bullets whizzing around me!"     Nanoha pulls up, quickly beginning to rise. As she's joined by the her surviving orbs, she spins to face the interceptor. She sweeps her staff out, the two orbs blasting away from her. One rushes straight towards the Abyssal, looking to crash right into it and explode.     But that one's just the decoy. As Nanoha whips her hand around, the second orb comes arcing in from a different direction as Nanoha tries to anticipate the interceptor's attempt to evade the first and have the second catch it off guard. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' The maneuver is a success, both in dispatching a high priority threat, and in getting attention of more of the air power on them and not the people moving in on the island position. Gaonoir turns into the retaliatory fire. Little motes of dark energy can be seen flicking off his form as shots impact with his bionic-appearing form, but the Digimon's toughness can weather through it easily. "Got their attention alright." He does lift an arm to give both his face and the Tamer on his back some extra protection though, sparks pinging off the gauntlet. "Now would be a good time to put those programming skills to use, girl." With the extra bit of cover Erika ducks down, plinking at her digivice. "Already on it." She's got the app open, tweeking a bit of the code strings. "Attack Plug-In, online!" There's a flicker of energy through the Digimon's body, and Gaonoir grins toothily. Exactly what he needs. "Time for some unfriendly skies." His thrusters shift to hover in place as he lowers his arms and inhales. "Mach... Spiral..." The rush of air is enough in itself to throw off an unwary flier, but it's just the beginning. As moment later he stops and lets it all loose again. "HOOOOOOOOOOOWL!" The blast of cyclonic winds roars from his maw as he sweeps it towards the enemy aircraft, making flying near the digimon extremely dangerous! 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne squints at the belly-up Ro-class. "Get a radar lock on that capsised hulk." she orders. "Put an exocet into the thing, make sure it stays out of the fight." There's a nod from the bow and the rat-ogre manning the starboard missile launcher brings his weapon around and locks on. As soon as he's got tone, the missile is loosed and he sets to reloading. "Exocet is away!" he reports, with a thick Russian accent. Tiny nods, swinging the boat around towards the two remaining I-class. "Do we have torpedoes yet?"     "Tube one is loaded, we've got the torpedo half-way in tube two." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Strait: The Neo-Osprey opens fire, shells landing against the Ri-Class. They detonate, and the smoke cloud that generates seems to obscure the target... until a rush of pressure diserses the cloud and return fire rains down around the vessel, heavy shells detonating on impact with the ship, or the water, sending a pulse-wave out, some kind of concussion warhead? How did the Abyssals make those?     Shigure meanwhile, dances with a Late Model I-class, the little stubby-legged monstrocity trying to chomp on the Destroyer, while the black-haired warship jukes, and stabs her blade into its side, drawing oil, and making the thing fall limp and begin sinking. She's blindsided by something /fast/ coming in and tackling her full body, sending her skipping across the water. "Ghnnn! What was..."     The form emerges from the cloud of smoke, a spherical monstrocity with glowing purple eyes, and three rows of teeth that encircle a single barrel 5inch gun. "... New Abyssal sighted! Destroyer-class!" 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone is now cloaked and moving in on the first of the batteries, she knows a lot of people are counting on her to get it taken out. When did that happen to her? When did she become the one doing this sort of thing? She pushes those thoughts away for the moment and will start to creep in. Ther isn't much in the way of human-sized foes, there are automated sentries bio horror things. In the back of her mind, Kotone has wondered if they could infect and control something like her. She pushes those thoughts away too, she slips by them keeping it slow and careful. Once she's past that she'll take and arm the plasma grenades, she's carrying and wills et them for a time delay, and slip them into the pile of shell caps it's eating from. She will even dare to try and slip one into its mouth. Once she' done there and if she's not caught Kotone's going to creep out as the timers tick down on the explosives. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Island: Kotone's plan goes off perfectly. The first cannon eats the grenades, and the plasma detonates inside the construct, causing the entire bunker it's housed in to erupt in a pyre of flames and cooking off ammunition. The bulk of the thing topples over, and slams into the closest neighbouring cannon, crushing it with a bellowing scream of agony, that sounds like a mix between metal fatigue, a boiler exploding and a young girl crying for its mother. "Two down! Two to go. Alpha squad, move to the third bunker, get those satchel charges on the support structure, bring it down on its neighbour!" 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Strangely enough, Haguro doesn't press the advantage to eliminate the shore cannons outright. Once she sees that their firing angle is limited to the main flotilla, she changes targets while making sure to steadily trail her artilley fire away from them as if letting them know she's no longer interested in destroying them. Perhaps she wants them to see her. Whatever the case is, her new target become apparent once her bombardment zeroes in on it: The mortars and light cannons. Once again, she's aiming to disrupt their ability to fire on the advancing troops, prioritizing the troops' ability to continue pushing forward rather than the destruction of the Abyssal emplacements. Soon. She'll find it soon. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Air Contingent: The Interceptor is good. It's got a yellow glow around it as it banks hard around, cutting engines briefly before slamming them back on full power. It's machine guns rattle, and it jukes around the first spell bolt, but gets clipped as the second comes around, striking it on a deflection plate around one of its engine exhausts. The engine flames out, but whatever is controlling the thing manages to correct and peel away, trailing smoke as it heads back up the strait, likely trying to get back to base. Fighters turn in and engage Nanoha next. Heavier, slower, but a bit more armoured. They're covering the interceptor's retreat!     Gaonoir turns the local area into something very hostile to air units. The rushing tornado causes many to slam into one another, twisted wrecks slamming into the ground, splashing down into the water and a couple even spiralling down into the defensive bunkers around the fourth shore turret. The Digimon would also be able to see the Airfield Demon, the young looking alabaster woman's baleful red eyes locked onto him as she sends up more fighters, while a large shoulder-mounted cannon angles and lobs flak shells at the black wolfman. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' "Incoming enemy fire!" "Prepare evasive-" Naturally, as you might expect, Reina is unable to finish giving her order in time as the Neo-Osprey is hit by return fire. "Oh for Falz's sakes!" Reina curses. She grabs her communicator and gives a shipwide announcement of "Damage report!" "We've taken a hit, but it wasn't entirely physical," One of the engine room operatives replies. "It's like they used some kind of pulse-wave or something." "Dammit!" Reina slams her hand against the arm of her chair. "Deploy missiles!" With that, a pair of missiles are fired from the Neo-Osprey, aimed at the enemy that just attacked. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Surrounding Waters: The Ro-class takes the missile and finally sinks, a little patch of ignited fuel-oil marking its final resting place. The I-class have finally turned their guns on the Thumper, but get disrupted from firing by another volley from the Patrol Group. Radar would pick up a second group incoming... the ping a much larger one that's moving far faster than something that size should. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne thanks the patrol group and reports the big fast-mover. Leyanne squints and looks over in that direction. She doesn't see anything yet, so she swings the boat towards the new contact obliquely, pushing the throttles forward to try and keep their speed advantage. As the engines ramp up, a new sound begins to enter the whine - a sound not unlike someone running a finger around the top of a wine glass. Nervously, Leyanne eyes the newly-fitted big red button, still under its safety cover.     After a moment's concerned thought, she pulls a key from her belt and unlocks said safety cover, but doesn't lift it. Just in case. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     ISLAND: The ground teams move up as the return fire from the mortar nests is suppressed, the main bulk splitting into two smaller teams, while command and control elements stay back near the transports and set up commstations, now the main threat is dealt with. A middle-aged man with a clearly metallic arm stands apart from the others, using binoculars to track his units and route orders between squad leaders. Captain Markem, Team Hammer leader. He's not far away from Haguro, seemingly choosing where the shipgirl is to set up counterbattery mortar nests. 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     Nanoha slows as she sees the remaining interceptor take a hit from her orb and begin to retreat. Nanoha is not the type to fire on a retreating combatant, so lets the interceptor go. Besides, she has other concerns right now as the wing of fighters fly in to engage her.     More bullets whiz through the air around Nanoha's position. This time she raises her hand, summoning a Round Shield to take most of the fire. A few bullets make it past the edge, Nanoha's Barrier Jacket taking the hits, but the defensive magics keeping the bullets from putting holes in Nanoha herself. The impacts are still felt though, Nanoha wincing at the pain.     Quickly coming up with a strategy, Nanoha says to her partner, "Let's give them a surprise!" Raising Heart chimes an affirmative as Nanoha quickly turns, blasting upwards towards a cloud.     As Nanoha heads towards the cloudy puff, a trio or pink orbs appear in the air around her before breaking off. They don't close in on the trailing fighters, instead breaking up and spreading out into the air around the aerial battlefield. Soon afterwards, Nanoha disappears into the cloud.     A light begins to emanate from within the cloud. Raising Heart can be heard chiming, <Triangulating...> The three orbs launched before Nanoha entered the cloud continue to circle in the surrounding sky.     Shortly afterwards, Nanoha calls out, "Burst Smasher!" A large section of the cloud vanishes, the air quickly heated by the large beam of pink that comes roaring out of it. It's not alone though, a dozen smaller beams cut through the air alongside it. As the main beam blasts through the center of the fighter formation, the smaller ones break off as necessary to chase down those on the edge that manage to avoid it.     The beam doesn't end after hitting the formation chasing Nanoha though. It continues down through the sky, heading straight towards those that are trying to harass Gaonoir too. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' With the airspace around them temporarily cleared Gaonoir can focus a bit more on their surroundings. All the enemy aircraft have to be coming from somewhere and now is the time to find it, when there's not dozens of marks zipping about and drowning out his heightened senses. Sure enough the sound of launching equipment makes his ears twitch. Reflexively Gaonoir twists to the opposite side to not being a stationary target as the artillery flies, and zeros in on the Airfield Demon as the belch of cannonfire also helps mark the creature's position. After shifting to the side to keep their weight balanced with the twisting motion Erika ends up looking over the opposite shoulder than before. "There's the spawn point!" Gaonoir gives her a sidelong look at the use of gamer phrasing, but that's normal for a geek and lets it go at that. "Can you take her out before she gets another squadron airborne?" "That's the plan." Gaonoir throttles his jetpack-engines up to high and blasts off towards the Airfield Demon. Which is naturally opening up another volley at them. "Keep down," he hisses, getting Erika to duck behind his shoulders again. Which is good, as to save time he just -punches- the shell with one of his metal-clad fists. The flak digs sharp into his form, better than the gunfire did.. But that doesn't stop him from doing the same with the other fist at the next shell to come at him. The cuts are deep enough to show something akin to a wireframe undernreath, briefly before the Dark Digitron spreads over the damage to keep his structural integrity. He'll take the damage, because divebombing at the controlling enemy is more effective than fighting off more swarms of fighters. The head of the beast as they say. Pulling back smoking and dented gauntlets as he closes in, and opens his maw wide again. "HOWLBACK CANNON!" This time the attack is much more focused, producing a disruptive energy pulse hurtling at the Airfield Demon. The technique is as disorienting as it is destructive as the dark enervating energies can have a disruptive effect on the senses and sensory equipment as well. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Nanoha's juke brings the fighters into a nose-up chase. They can't keep up as their engines begin to lose thrust as the air starts to thin nearer to the cloud layer. The incoming energy beam slams through the center of the formation, and the picket beams take out the fringe units, while the main beam continues downwards, destroying the formation attacking Gaonoir. The beam slams down into the Island as well, damaging the Demon's airstrip and stopping the next flight from taking off.     Gaonoir's attack makes the Demon recoil, screaming as it disrupts her senses. She falls over, clutching her head, the cannon on her shoulder flailing about, unable to resolve a target. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' With the ground teams advancing further, Haguro gets a chance to figure out her next target. The batteries again? Shigure certainly sounded like she's having trouble with those still around, so she turns her turrets back to the shore batteries. She takes aim, readies her heaviest artillery... And then she sees it. She's found what she was looking for, and Haguro is on the move once more. She doesn't have to move far, though, as she approaches Captain Markem. "Your arm... It's in there. Give it to me." She doesn't elaborate on what 'it' is, her tone fairly even despite the apparent threat that's only enhanced by her shoulder turrets twitching. They all turn towards the captain, apparently waiting for him to refuse and ready to just blast him apart at a moment's notice. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Surrounding Waters: The Tubthumper planes up, followed after by the slower Patrol Group. As the PT boat closes on the radar blip, a modified Ta-class appears over the horizon. Her sonar profile has a similar echo to Tiny's engine, without the wine-class hum, but she's steaming far faster than a conventional fuel oil burner engine should be able to push her. She'll be in firing range very quickly unless she's slowed down. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa gets more bang for her buck than she thought not only one turret goes up she gets two for the price of one, okay time to get away from the wreckage of those to emplacement to seek out her next target. The next ones once silence would eliminate a major risk to all of her sea-going allies. So she needed to not slow down and work to get this finished. With her ground-based allies going for the third it only left the fourth to take out so hopefully, this part of the operation would be over soon. She's going to try to sneak in again and pull off the same trick that worked last time though she doesn't discount there being someone dangerous in the bunker, so she's going to take it carefully like before. The moment she gets a good spot to plant more grenades? She'll do so then get out. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Island: Haguro's approach is noted, and it takes a second or two for her words to register. He turns, quirking a brow then just pops his arm off and hands it over with only an even. "Here. I've got a spare."     Kotone infiltrates the final turret, finding more of those sentries, though this time, there's a He-class cruiser standing in the entry to the turret core. It's red eye behind the solid faceplate seeming to bore directly into Kotone's hidden form, though it cannot see her.     Outside: "Alpha Team here. Charges placed, getting to minimum safe. We can't make it fall on the other turret, but this should take out the bunker!" A moment later, the charges go up, the support collapses, and the third turret comes crashing down in a screaming heap of twisted metal and flesh. 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     With the enemy's air forces severely weakened at this point, Nanoha decides to go and assist Gaonoir in dealing with the Airfield Demon. The Digimon has dealt her a heavy blow, apparently briefly stunning her. It's a good opportunity to go in for the capture.     As such, Nanoha comes blasting down through the air, pink magic trailing behind her as she quickly dives towards the ground once more. Once she's within range she pulls up, coming to a stop to hover in the air.     Nanoha raises her staff towards the Abyssal, "Chain Bind!"     A spell circle appears on the ground beneath the Airfield Demon. Magic chains quickly rise up from it, some moving to try and wrap around the Demon's limbs. Another going for that flak cannon's barrel to try and keep it from aiming at anyone. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne blinks at what she's reading on the sonar, what her ears are hearing from that big Ta-class, and the speed the bitch is moving! "Clever girl..." she mutters, having to curve around to get a side-on shot of that Ta-class. "Second exocet, let her know we're here!" Leyanne orders.     The second missile is launched, skimming away at water level towards the fast battleship while Tiny closes the distance. The torpedo tubes still aren't loaded yet, and now they've loosed both their missiles, until something is loaded, they've got nothing that can really hurt even a fast battleship. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' The Demon recoils, her cannons swinging wildly from the disruption. It won't last long, but it is hopefully long enough of an opening for the speedy MachDarkGaogamon to finish his diving assault. The pounding was deep within his being, the pounding of the rush of a very particular type of fighting, at least to him. Because the Abyssals were corruptions. Monsters. Gaonoir shifted his body as he came in, winding back with one arm. Energy congealed around the limb as the entire Knuckle Crusher gauntlet began to spin, filling the air with a piercing whine. And this batch had proven they were not to be taken lightly, if their efforts to adapt and update themselves was any indication. Monsters too dangerous to let roam free. Monsters like he was almost made into. "VICTORY KNUCKLE!" Gaonoir bellowed with all his might as he used the momentum in conjunction with his strength to swing the massive energized drill-punch for the center of the Demon Airfield's mass, hopefully before she could recover! 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Strait: The Ri-class hunkers behind its forearm bracers as the missiles come in. One strikes home and blows off the armour plate, but the second is intercepted by a buzzing sound, streams of bullets peppering the second missile until it explodes mid-air... CIWS, ports opening and unfolding the little gattling guns from the undamaged bracer. Ri-class snarls, and fires another shell from her remaining bracer at the Osprey, the fuse detonating it midair near the craft's midships.     The new Destroyer growls at Shigure, as Yuudachi and Kuma come to support their flagship. The Abyssal stalks around the trio, then fires rapid shots from its cannon peppering the three with explosive shells. Shigure's radio antenna is blown off, while she's mid-transmission, likely causing some nasty feedback for a brief second. "Tch... we can't hold here. This thing is an unknown we never anticipated. Kuma, signal all allied ships to begin falling back to the extraction point, fighting withdrawl, we need to buy time for the main objective. For reporting purposes, we're calling this new Abyssal the Na-class."     The Na-class then charges in, slamming into Kuma with enough force to shove the cruiser back, firing point blank into Kuma's midsection and drawing oil. "Kuma to all units, kuma. Fall back to extraction point now, kuma. Withdraw while fighting, kuma." 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' "I was hoping it w-...?" Haguro's expression goes utterly blank as the Captain just turns his arm over without a fight or even a protest, and she says nothing while taking the arm. She can certainly feel that familiarity inside of it, but it all seems so... Anticlimactic. She chuckles after a moment, then rests the arm on her shoulder while turning to face the shore batteries once more. "So that /does/ work once in a while.... Well." She sounds pleased enough, and with that matter settled, Haguro returns to the fight! She starts firing shells off at the shore batteries, fighting with far more fervor than she had earlier. Explosives get launched in a steady stream rather than distinct volleys, bombarding the Abyssals' fortification in her approach. She'll have to try that again next time. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' Another explosion hits the Neo-Osprey, this one harsher than before. "We've taken a hit in the middle, ma'am," One of the crewmembers communicates to Reina. "The hull hasn't been breached yet, but it's getting there." "Dammit, do something about it! We cannot afford to take on water!" "Aye aye." Reina looks at the weapons operative and said, "How are the cannons?" "They're reloaded, ma'am." "Fire two rounds this time!" Reina shouts. "Show them we mean business!" A pair of kabooms can be heard as the Neo-Osprey fires two blasts from its cannon. At the same time, Reina is gritting her teeth and clenching her fists so tightly that if she had longer nails she might draw blood. "If this keeps up, I'm gonna go out on deck and take them out myself!" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Surroudning Waters: The exocet tracks the Ta-class, and comes within damage range, before it's shot down by the brrrrrt of CIWS. Golden eyes turn on the Tubthumper, and a missile targetting radar pulse pings out towards the PTboat, moments before a return missile is launched from the Ta-class's backpack. "Shizume." echos across the waves as the Abyssal Harpoon opens its horror maw and cackles as it flies. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Air Contingent: Nanoha comes in with a capture gambit, pink chains holding the Demon in place. She struggles, pulling on the Bind with enough force to case the binding spells to dig into her abyssal flesh, causing black ichor to seep out of the wounds. Red eyes go wide as Gaonoir uses her immobility to land a fatal blow, screaming in defiance... then agony as that gauntlets slams into her center of mass, punching(Literally), a hole through her chest. The scream turns wet, and hollow, before the Abyssal collapses, held up only by the Chain Bind. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Metal feet slam into the ground at the very end of the attack to arrest his own movement forward. The heavy gauntlet can be seen through the Airfield Demon's body as it winds down to it's normal position and Gaonoir pulls it out of the hole it made. Then he takes a step back, just in case... But the monster goes limp, held only by the magic chains that had bound it. Erika got the entire thing on her digivice camera, though. That will go on her conspiracy boards along with the little nugget about this fleet of Abyssals actually trying to upgrade themselves. As such it takes her a moment actually get back to the comms, and she peeks over Gaonoir's shoulder. "Calls' coming in to withdraw... And I think we're done here, anyways." "Yeah." Gaonoir gave a quick salute to Nanoha. "Thanks for the assist!" Then launched back into the air himself. A few lumps and bumps but things were going mostly to plan so far. How long that would last.... 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne narrows her eyes as the Harpoon is launched. If it passes too close, it could lock onto the limited amounts of metal aboard the PT boat, and a single Harpoon would blow Tubthumper to matchwood. The PT boat makes an S-curve to get out of line of the missile, the waist gunners making an attempt to shoot it down, although their chances are slim considering how rough it is, and the fact that they're shooting by eye. So the bitch has CIWS and missiles, huh? So what have we got? Two loaded torpedo tubes, two empty torpedo tubes, and some depth charges. Leyanne sips her coffee a moment, before blinking. She turns to one of her lookouts, holding out her empty mug. "Hold this, get it down below. Strap shit down yo, this is gonna be bumpy. I've had an idea."     Tiny looks to her depth charge control and rolls the depth setting down to its very minimum level. A level marked very clearly with 'danger' on the gauge. She pushes the throttles forward, seemingly aimed at the Abyssal battleship. "The trick about playing chicken..." she mutters to herself as the distance closes. "Is knowing when to flinch." At the last moment, impact she twitches the wheel to one side, passing close enough to the Abyssal that it would be easy to reach out and rip something away. But at the same time, Leyanne hits the button for the K-guns. Two depth charges fire from each side, with another pair off the back. They arc through the air Tubthumper surges forwards as Leyanne hits the red button. The charges...     Hit the water with a disappointing plop. They sink down, and down... and detonate, deep enough that the explosive bubble doesn't quite breach the surface. Instead, the water heaves up several metres, before sinking back down again and leaving a momentary cavity. Moments later, each depth charge causes a jet of water to launch into the sky... 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     Nanoha manages to get the Abyssal in her chains. And while the Demon struggles against them, Nanoha is fairly confident she can hold it. Reinforcing the spell if necessary. At least until something more permanent can be applied.     Unfortunately that something comes in the form of Gaonoir punching a hole through the chest of the Airfield Demon. Nanoha frowns, lowering her staff and letting her spell fade away. She wishes it hadn't come to that... But in retrospect she's not really surprised by the actions of the Watch member. Sighing sadly, Nanoha turns as the retreat order is given.     Nanoha begins to float back up into the air, keeping an eye out for any remaining aerial Abyssals trying to harass the allied fleet as they fall back. She herself begins to fly for the rendezvous point as she radios somewhat solemnly, "I'll fly escort for the retreating forces." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa sees that there's a HE-class Cruiser here this might make things a bit different she will, be made aware turret three is down. It's just all on her, she's going to attempt to sneak past the Abyssal to gt to the magazine and slip her little present in, though she's going to put several more out, just to be sure if the Abyssal notices her, she has to take this slow though so she doesn't move too fast out of fear for making some telltale sign that she's here. Though something could go wrong and she knows it... 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Island: Haguro's shells disrupt the turret long enough for Kotone's gambit to pay off. She even manages to stick a grenade to the He-class without it noticing. Once more, the magazine cooks off, and the turret goes up like a fireworks display, the 'head' flying off into the water with a shuddering crash and a wash of water up onto the beach.     "Wrap it up people, we're being told to pull out. Flagship, mission accomplished, shore battery and airfield neutralized. Hammer team is pulling out. See you at the rendesvous." The assault teams pile back into the transports. Amphibious vehicles reentering the waves as the infantry transports reverse and head back to the landing ships for retrieval. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Strait: The Neo-Osprey fires its cannons, the twin shells slamming into the Ri-class. The second gauntlet is broken as the smoke clears, but the Abyssal is still standing, though badly damaged. Golden eyes narrow, but the Ri-class knows when she's beaten and starts backing away, I-class and Ro-class moving in to picket and intercept any other threats to their 'Big Sister'.     The Abyssal fleet seems to know it's failed to protect a vital asset and are backing off so as not to overextend their own defensive line, the Na-class even backing off, then jetting away into the strait. "Hammer, Spear, Longbow, all teams, fall back. Mission accomplished." Yamashiro's call goes out, the Fifth fleet following behind the rest of the main force, lobbing shells at the Abyssals to deter any further pursuit. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' "It seems the enemy is backing away, ma'am," The radar operator calls out to Reina. "Good," Reina replies without smiling. "Let's prepare to head back to port then." "We're not going to go after them?" The navigator asks. "Negative," Reina replies. "We've done what we have to, which is fend off the enemy. Let them go and return us to port." "Aye aye," The navigator replies. With that, Reina unbuckles her safety belt and stands up a little. "I shall be in my quarters," She says before heading off into her personal quarters. From there, she pours herself a drink and sighs. "Well, that was an exciting day." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Surrounding Waters: The Abyssal Harpoon doesn't acquire the Thumper, instead it finds a more juicy target, and slams into one of the destroyers in the Patrol Group. The missile causes critical damage, but the rest of the team take her under tow and begin to pull out. They're not equipped to fight a battleship, especially a modified one.     Any chance if the Ta-class causing problems is mitigated severely as Leyanne guns the engine, and performs a kick-flip in a PT boat. the depth charges detonate, though the Thumper doesn't get out unharmed. The Ta-class' tentacle turrets lash out, biting a chunk out of one of the waist guns as the PT boat passes. The subsurface detonations though, stop the battleship from following up anything, her legs buckling underneath her and bringing her to a skidding stop, engine stalling out and leaving her dead in the water. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne watches the tentacle lash out and rip a long chunk from both waist cupolas, along with a big chunk of armour. It's then that the secondary engines engage and the charges detonate; as Tubthumper surges forwards, the water begins to ripple up and surge below him. Leyanne grips the wheel with white knuckles. "BRAACE!" she calls out as the water throws the boat upwards and then slams it back down with the CRUNCH of over-stressed wood. Water surges in through the new rent in the boat's hull, causing one of the turbine engines to start making a VERY disharmonious whine as something gets shaken out of alignment. Leyanne takes a few moments to look over her gauges to work out which engine it is and shuts it down, the engine powering down with a noise like someone scraping a nail across a blackboard. Every mouse on board flinches and shudders in near perfect synchrony immediately afterwards, save for those in the engine room, who are wearing thick ear defenders and frantically trying to contain the damage to the engine.     Leyanne eases back on the throttle and takes Thumper out of the plane, trusting the patrol to take care of the Ta-class if she decides to cause any further problems. 
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7160/Operation: Crowd Control E-0(Salvage Work)

2020-04-19T10:44:35Z

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|Date of Scene=2020/04/18
|Location=The Great Ocean
|Synopsis=Salvage operations on a military convoy.
|Cast of Characters=685, 1100, 7075, 863
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Local time: 13:42     Location: Malacca Strait local waters, approximately 80nm south-southwest of the strait.     Shigure floats in her shipform, alongside a dedicated salvaging rig, the SS Saint Germaine. The crew stands ready and the captain has the sonar probes out already, pulsing down at the ocean floor looking for the wreck of the latest convoy to be attacked, a military group consisting of a helicoptor carrier and its escort of three frigates, lost with all hands.     "Shigure to salvage team... do you have anything yet?" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' There are once again Martians present, although they're primarily here to help provide cover for the salvage crew, although they're also also towing a side-scan sonar slled to help broaden the salvage rig's scans. The Tubthumper skims across the water, lazily planing a search pattern around the group and listening in on the radio, waiting to see if there's help needed, or any signs of trouble. "Tubthumper here." Leyanne radios. She's up on the flying bridge today. "Perimiter's quiet North. No radar contacts, nothing on sonar. You getting the feed from our sled?" 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     Nanoha is out on the deck of the salvaging ship. She walks up to the railing at the edge and leans over it, peering down into the deep dark of the ocean below. Of course she can't see far enough down to actually do any good.     As Shigure's comm comes in, Nanoha goes, "Ah..." She leans back, looking behind her. Floating not too far away is Raising Heart. Suspended on those pink wings of light, several holoscreens are arrayed around her. Displaying a map of the local area, overlayed with their search pattern and current progress. Showing the results of sensor scans so far. As well as live data on the current pings.     Taking a quick glance at what they have so far, Nanoha replies over the radio a little dejectedly, "Nothing yet..." 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Haguro is here as well! She's not doing a great deal of digging around herself, though, content to drift along the water where the convoy was reported to have gone down. Indeed, she doesn't seem that concerned at all about what's below since her gaze is focused elsewhere. Instead of looking down, she's looking over the horizon. She keeps glancing around, almost as if expecting something else to show up. Someone, perhaps? Either way, it appears she's focusing on holding the perimeter for the time being without dedicated diving equipment of her own. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     The salvage team take all the incoming data to feed into a large holographic map of the ocean floor in the search zone. As the Tubthumper finishes its northern sweep the crew radios to Shigure they need eyes in the east, and a second sweep out west.     "Copy Salvage control, I'll task my assets on that." she opens wide band to the rest of the group. "Salvage crew is continuing to monitor. Tiny, could you sweep around to the east. Captain Takamachi, take the west." she transmits, before her attention focusses over onto Haguro in the distance. "Haguro... is something wrong?" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' When Leyanne hears the request to sweep east, Tiny nods. "We're moving east." She calls out. "Plot on the map, we're moving to grid square 203 mark 34 east, 104 mark 21 north." Down in the actual bridge, the course is marked on the map and the little PT boat turns and begins to scan the eastern flank north-to-south and back again in the long, straight, steady-speed swathes loved by the people whose job it is to read sonar-skimmer plots. It's dull work, but it does give the crew a chance to work on gun maintenance and the like, while Tiny concentrates on driving the boat. 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     Nanoha gets the request to shift the search zone. She turns around to face her Device, "Raising Heart, please plot out an updated search pattern for the probes. Directed west. And update the captain once you have it?"     Raising Heart chimes, <Yes, Master.> Pause. <We will not use the search?>     Nanoha leans back against the railing and shakes her head, "The conditions underwater aren't that great for the spell. I think we're better off letting the experts handle it!" She raises a finger to tap her chin, "Though perhaps it might be useful for following up on anything they find." 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' "Ah, Shigure. N-no, I'm alright." Haguro manages an awkward smile towards Shigure as she snaps out of that brief daze, furrowing her brow after a moment while drifting to a stop. "I'm surprised this attack would be as... Secretive as the last one. It makes more sense tactically, but..." She taps one of her turrets idly. "It doesn't send quite the same message as making sure they were seen." She lets out a troubled sigh, her murmuring going quiet for a moment. "Unles there's another group involved...?" After a few more moments, Haguro shakes her head before turning back to Shigure. "The culprits, whoever they are, might still return. Shall I keep an eye on the south, then? Or do you need me on something else?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     As Tiny sweeps on the eastern patrol route, a picture starts to form on the bottom. The salvage team starts running data and radios. "We've got something on the eastern edge of the search area."     They don't move though, not until all data points are in and wait for Nanoha's scan to resolve. A second signature appears on the holographic map. "West has a signal too... which should we look at first?"     Shigure broadcasts. "We have two signals, one east at 182 mark 22 east, 89 mark 18 north. Second signal at 092 mark 10 west, 034 mark 89 south. Which should we investigate first? We will only get one today before sundown."     To Haguro, the destroyer seems impassive. Shipforms aren't all that expressive after all. "Do you believe there are more than just this abyssal fleet involved in these disappearances?" she asks, voice ringing tinnily through the metal of her seaframe. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' "I wouldn't be surprised if there were. The last attack seemed like they wanted to send a message of power, like they were preparing for a fight." Haguro replies, starting to drift along again to help maintain a perimeter around the area. She's heading south first, slowly looping around towards the eastern contact given enough time once Nanoha calls out that contact first. "But something about this one just doesn't feel right. It's too... Messy?" She sounds bothered again. "A convoy would have some supplies, but going after military frigates rather than a trading ship or a supply line..." There's a long pause, and then Haguro suddenly looks... Impressed? "... Or maybe that /is/ the message they're trying to send after all. This could be a trap." Despite the vague warning at the end, she's suddenly looking almost excited. "I wonder if we'll see them at the eastern point. IF not them... Hm. I'll have to get in touch with the other fleet. I wonder if they've accepted my proposal yet..." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne and her crew confer for a little on what to do, before a decision is made - leave this one to the salvage experts. She's just a PT boat skipper, she can't even see the data direct to make any kind of judgement. She thinks a moment, before thumbing her radio again. 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     Nanoha continues to lean against the railing as the search continues. She's just happy to enjoy the feeling of the sea breeze. But then the radio alert comes in, indicating that Leyanne's team has found something. Nanoha smiles, "Finally!" Of course, they're still finishing their own scans. And they come up positive too.     So the question is, with what time they have, which should they investigate? Nanoha hmms quietly, crossing her arms as she considers. She then looks at her Device, "Raising Heart, can you calculate the probabilities of a successful find between the two options?"     Raising Heart chimes quietly in affirmative. There's silence. Then it chimes up once more, <Suggested probability of find in eastern site versus western site. Five zero point zero zero zero zero zero zero one.> Pause. <Caution. There may be a point zero zero zero zero zero zero one drift in the calculation.>     Nanoha just stares at her Device, before muttering, "Big help you are..." Nanoha rubs the back of her head, before shrugging and replying over the radio, "Well... The east signal was picked up first... So, first come, first served!"     Nanoha begins walking across the deck back to the ship's bridge, saying, "Let's go tell the captain to change course and prepare the salvage operation." Raising Heart moves to float after Nanoha, the holoscreens all vanishing. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     It takes a while, the salvage rig isn't fast or agile, but once it arrives the entire thing becomes a hive of feverish activity. Dive cranes are lowered, remote vehicles are deployed to get visuals, and a manned minisub is lowered in to supervise the cranes and help attach things in place.     Shigure begins to patrol giving the team a wide berth so the wake from her passage doesn't knock their systems about too badly.     Nanoha is greeted by the salvage team lead. "We will be doing a preliminary visual scan with the USVs, then if we get a good visual of the site we'll send in the manned sub and recovery arms to get a closer look... what exactly are we looking for, anyway?" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne listens and nods, raising a hand above her head with a winding gesture. "Pull in the array!" She orders. "Action stations, action stations, we're taking perimiter guard. Let's make it happen, gentlemen, I to be in full plane in five minutes if you please." She hits the General Quarters alarm, for good measure. On the back, the two exocet loaders trigger the winch to pull the towed array back in, man-handling it back aboard once the line is retracted because there's no crane on the little PT boat. The rest of the boat is a hive of activity as guns are readied and the covers opened on the torpedo tubes. "Array is stowed, Kapitan!" Igor calls as he passes the wheelhouse, fistbumping Tiny on the way to his gun. "The boat is rigged for planing." Tiny checks her clock. "Seven minutes... not bad, but we need to practice. I'd wanted five minutes. I'm afraid it's the cheap beer when we get back to port, not the good stuff." She thumbs her radio. 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     Nanoha nods to the salvage team lead as the plan of action is described. She offers, "We can assist with the visual inspection." She turns to her Device, "Raising Heart?"     Raising Heart chimes, <Understood. Wide Area Search.> Several orbs of pink appear in the air around the floating gem. They then dart over the edge of the ship and down into the water. An array of holoscreens appear, showing footage from the magic probes. Though their progress slows and the view isn't the greatest as they get deeper.     While her spell moves to assist the scouting, Nanoha proceeds to answer the lead, "There's some concerns that these attacks are not normal. And possibly being assisted by something or someone unfamiliar to us. So we're here to look for anything that doesn't fit what is expected of a typical Abyssal assault. Strange damage patterns. Unknown debris. Signs that they might have had an ulterior motive for the attack. Basically anything that doesn't belong. Or perhaps something that should belong, but isn't here." 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' "Signs of humans, perhaps." Haguro chimes in after Nanoha details what the salvage teams should be looking for, keeping her tone neutral even as she keeps looking around and keep watch over the immediate area. "Although unlikely, it's possible that the Abyssals may have human cohorts. Or... That they Abyssals we're looking for aren't involved at all." It's a big guess at this point, but she's not ready to leave that chance off the table yet. "Depending on the size of the wreck, too... It may have just been an attack rather than trying to harvest anything of use." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Nanoha's search probes and the salvagers USVs find the shot up hulk of a frigate-class vessel. One of the modern sleek ones. It's got obvious shell punctures, and a large rip down the starboard side from a torpedo detonation. Preliminary inspection doesn't turn up anything missing, but surface details are lacking on modern-era ships. 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     Nanoha looks over a combination of results from both her spell and the USVs. So far there's nothing obvious that stands out. But an underwater visual inspection is only the beginning and not likely to be very informative.     At least they've confirmed that they have an actual wreck. And one they were expecting! Nanoha nods to the salvage team lead, "We should progress to a manned inspection. It would be nice if we can bring the wreck up too. If it's structurally intact enough... But I suppose the inspection will tell us that." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "Preliminary visual suggests it won't be salvagable in one piece, that damage along the starboard side may have compromized the seaframe... but yes, we'll deploy the manned sub now... care to join them?" remarks the salvager captain, gesturing to the submersible.     Whether Nanoha joins or not, the manned sub goes down and deploys more directed cameras inside the rip in the hull, squeezing inside... the entire internal systems are stripped bare. Missle racks, the forward turret. Gas Turbines... everything but the outer shell and what's left of the seaframe. There's marks consistant with Abyssal salvaging. Large rending clawmarks on the inner side of the hull where mounting points used to be. Strategicly placed swipes that took out the mount with minimal damage to the salvage itself. 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     Turn down a submarine ride? Never!     Nanoha joins the salvage team in inspecting the underwater wreck. It's not too surprising that they find the ship's equipment has been stolen. Rather forcefully at that. And the evidence points to Abyssals.     Other than that though it doesn't look like there's anything particularly unusual about it. It's a shame they can't raise the wreck. Or find an alternative means of getting a closer inspection. But what they've found so far will have to do, "Alright. I think that's enough. Let's head back before it gets too dark." 
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7161/Operation: Crowd Control E-0(Scouting Party)

2020-04-11T02:27:09Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/04/10
|Location=The Great Ocean
|Synopsis=Several people head out to scout the Malacca Strait to see if they can find out anything about this new threat.
|Cast of Characters=685, 765, 863, 1100, 457
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Current Time: 0936 local time.     It's morning, not so early that common folk won't be awake, but not so late as to be the busy period for most. Scout teams have been gioven locations to investigate and gather intel from local sources.      There are several places but a limited window of time to get to them.     A PORT TOWN that acted as a stop-over for frieghter ships on long haul journies, a FISHING VILLAGE that sends boats out into the strait on a regular basis, what looks like an ABANDONED AIRFIELD that might be worth looking at and currently a FLOATING NOMAD TOWN, several large ships and other floating vessels strapped together into a slow-moving nomad colony.     The TOWN is located on the MAINLAND. The VILLAGE on the ISLAND that makes up the other half of the strait's landmass. The AIRFIELD is on the ISLAND and the NOMADs are moored near the mouth of the strait.     Shigure is on hand to coordinate and collect any information, her shipform acting as a mobile command center for the teams. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Being able to fly himself just makes the airfield a natural choice right? Though Gaonoir is more considering that even an abandoned airstrip might have had supplies or such around it still, or could be useful as a staging ground, a umaking it a possible location of interest. Erika agreed with the hunter's logic, so that's where the duo take off for. Flight not necessary, but it does make traveling the island inland a bit more convenient for them to get there. That Gaonoir still prefers to stay away from larger crowds in urban settlements doesn't have anything to do with it (it totally does but edgedoge isn't going to talk about it). 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Since their last meeting, Haguro's been hard at work on... Not this matter, but others that have continued contributing to her ongoing concerns following the strange attacks. She doesn't look like she's at 100, either, with bandages peeking out from one sleeve and making her legs look chunkier than they normally are. She's not going to let things like near-amputations stop her from scoping potential points of interest, though, especially considering that some of them might be relevant to her own projects sooner rather than later. Today's first target: the FLOATING NOMAD TOWN. She's pegging them as ideal targets for a sea-based raid, so she's going to check that out before she goes for anything else. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' A boat approaches the FISHING VILLIAGE, at speed, bouncing across the water - with a new sound to his engines, not unlike running a finger around a wine glass. Once she gets close, Leyanne throttles Tubthumper down, not wanting to spook anyone at the town. "Yo, make sure all the guns are aimed away from people." Leyanne warns her crew. Following orders, Leyanne's crew point all the little PT boat's guns skywards, and keep the covers over the front of the tubes closed. Slowly, Tubthumper approaches the dock, with Leyanne on the bow ready to either anchor a line, or talk to anyone who approaches... 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline is also able to fly, but with limited time and the airfield already covered she heads to the Port Town. Dock workers in a busy port should be a good source of information for Abyssals, right? So, she floats about the docks just a few inches off the ground and approaches both dock workers and those disembarking, asking them if they have seen any strange pale girls by themselves in the water in the shipping lanes.      And of course her radar and other scanning senses are going, looking for signs of the Abyssals. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     The Airfield proves to be as ramshackle as one might expect from something abandoned for so long, but there's signs of recent occupation, a door to one of the smaller buildings is open and propped by some boxes, and there's footprints in the dirt. Human it seems. They seem to be fresh and are headed out of the base perimeter and into the nearby wooded area.     The Nomad town signals Haguro as she appeaches, perimeter towers swiveling turrets to track her. "State your intentions, we will open fire if you prove hostile." The turrets show signs of Abyssal workmanship, the deep black metal and fragments of horror teeth, as well as more common human work as well.     The Fishing village sends out a trio of young, strong looking men to greet Tiny and the Thumper. The wave the Elco in and help moor it in place before an older man, the village chief, approaches. "Greetings travellers... what brings you to our little corner of eternity?" he asks, his voice a little wheezy, but strong.     Evangeline would earn some looks of concern as she approaches, a few security raising weapons but not firing on the strange looking creature. The dock chief uses the intercom, her voice echoing across the docks. "Stand down, if she was one of those freaks we'd all be dead by now... You. Up here. Now." There's movement at the top of the traffic control tower, a middle-aged woman with ram horns waves the Neuroi over. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline comes to a stop as the weapons are raised and just floats there motionless until the voice comes over the intercom. When it does, her head slowly lifts toward the tower before she floats that direction silently. She doesn't even look at the security personnel as she passes them, probably not detracting from their suspicion or worries at all.      She comes to a stop at the door of the tower, then slowly raises a hand...then knocks entirely too hard. She doesn't have amazing strength or anything so the door isn't damaged, but the clang of metal-like against metal or wood can probably be heard a decent distance away. "...you wanted to talk with me...?" the little Neuroi asks, her meek and barely inflected voice in complete contrast to her strong knocking. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne helps moor up her boat with the help of the three young fishermen. Once the boat is moored up, the engines shut down -and that glass-line ringing is the last part of the engine note to fade. "Ello mate, I'm Tiny." She introduces herself to the chief, smiling broadly. "Two things - first, and least importantly, you got any diesel for sale? We've got enough to get to the nearest fuel stop but it's at a big city and you know what their prices are like. Second... you guys heard any freaky shit going on around here? Monster-boats attacking people, that sort of deal. I've seen some of the scars on the way up here, you've got what we call Abyssals in the area. I'm part of a group that takes care of that kind of threat, and we're scouting out the area to see what exactly it is we're dealing with, so we don't go off half-cocked. Can we get you a beer, by the way? We've got a cooler on board, consider it a down payment on the docking fees, eh?" SHe grins, cheerfully. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir sets Erika down on the ground once he lands, snorting softly. "This place is only mostly abandoned." It doesn't take long for him to notice the propped door, motioning towards it. "Someone has been here." "Yeah." Erika kneeled down to take a picture of the human looking footprints with her phone camera. "Do corrupt ship girls even have feet? We don't see them out of the water often." Taps the screen with her fingertips to expand the image. "It looks human, but this is the Multiverse, appearances only go so far." She flicked a few bangs out of her face as she looked to her partner. "What do you think?" Gaonoir looks at the door, then the footprints, then off in the direction they're heading. "Looks like it goes off the compound. Whoever it is may of seen something, or found something of interest." He starts walking that way with human partner following after him. They could check the rest of the airfield later, best to check this trail out while it's still fresh and the person hasn't gotten far. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' The Cruiser keeps her expression neutral as she watches those turrets turn, sighing lightly while keeping her hands at her sides. She isn't drawing any weaponry, but her own turrets are twitching slightly as though ready to return fire at a moment's notice. "Haguro, Vice Admiral of the Luthan Fleet." Would they recognize her name? Throwing it out there might not be the smartest thing, but it'll certainly help her decide on the next course of action sooner rather than later. "I'm here to investigate Abyssal movement in this area." She keeps her tone even, but she's not trying all that hard to hide her own suspicions at the sight of the black metal already decorating the turrets. "Have you noticed any odd movements or... Salvaged anything of theirs recently?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     The door opens as the Neuroi knocks on it. The woman quirks a brow incredulously at the meek sounding voice. "You're an odd one ainchya... anyway, I'm Maribeth, chief of this dockyard. You here about those horror show freaks attacking the cargo lanes?" she asks, gesturing the Neuroi inside.     The chief chuckles a little. "We use biofuel for our boats, but we have a few barrels of diesel for the old trasnsport we used to take our catch to the town for sale, we could part with one." He says, then nods a little. "Our fishers have seen these creatures, yes. They seem to not see us, or we're not important enough for them." a roll of his shoulders and a little grunt. "Little Hawkson saw a large one surface near the crab grounds... you should ask him for the details."     Following the trail of footprints leads the tamer and partner pair out to a campground. They're greeted by three people with rifles. "Who goes!? We have a salvage license, we're allowed to be here!" The camp has a large container that's partially open, showing various scraps of metal, some old parts of computers and other useful salvage.     The voice gains a face. An imposing looking man in a faded and slightly ratty looking captain's uniform. "We fought off a small group of those little bastards on the way here. We used their carcasses to reinforce our defenses. So yes. We've seen /and/ salvaged them. What of it, ~Vice~ Admiral." he sneers, quirking a brow as the turrets remain trained in. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline tilts her head slightly at the chief of the docks before nodding lightly. "...yes...I am Evangeline...part of the Paladins and the Hikari Defense Force...we investigate instances of Abyssals or other shipping trouble..." She pauses a moment before floating fully into the room and closing the door again. Well, slamming it is more accurate. She pauses for a moment again before looking at her arm (which are sans hands at the moment) before floating closer to Maribeth. "...please...describe them and give coordinates where we might encounter them...and if they have said anything to any of your sailors it might be helpful to know that, too..." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne grins "Biofuel? Even better, Thumper's engines love that stuff, diesel's just easier to find. I'll take a few barrels, if you can spare 'em." Leyanne says, cheerfully. "Cash, trade, or work? We're all mechanics, so whatever's easiest for you guys." She listens as he describes the creatures, nodding. "You're lucky. They can be vicious, when riled. You mind if I talk to this Hawkson dude - or anyone else who's seen them? I'm happy to do anything to help you guys out in return - I live in a place not unlike this in Alaska, I know there's always shit that needs fixing." 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir immeadiately holds one gauntlet clad arm out protectively over Erika. "We noticed," the digiwolf remarks dryly. Not that it does much to deter Erika's curiousity, as she just glabs Gaonoir's arm and leans over it with a scrutinizing gaze towards the men. "If you have a license, why are you sneaking in and out of the woods for it?" Though in fairness she's asking out of honest curiousity and not accusation. At least not yet. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' "A simple question, nothing more." Haguro replies in that same measured tone, crossing her arms after a moment. Internally, she's regretting that immediately at the slight strain on her arm, but she can bear it easily enough. Her gaze is still focused on the speaker, but her expression doesn't betray a hint of intimidation on the part of those turrets aimed at her. "By using their gear as your own, though... You're not worried about becoming higher priority targets, are you?" There's a defiant, yet amused tone coming into her voice at that last part. "Draw their forces in, shoot them down, salvage more weaponry... You'd be doing the locals a favor." Haguro taps her chin in thought, glancing past the nomads' ships towards the more open parts of the sea. "Or even fine something interesting to pull up... Any luck with that?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Maribeth winces a little at the slam of the door. The steel slab clanging resonantly as it locks back into place. "I've heard about the Paladins and the Defense guys. Never seen either, or the Abyssals for that matter. We've not gotten any transports come through outside of the fisher folk across the strait. Last one that got through was shot to hell, said there was some kind of half-submerged satructure at the center of the strait." she shrugs. "We sent a team to investigate, but they never returned."     The fisher chief chuckles. "If you're willing to help, we could use someone to look at the engines on our boats. We can maintain them well enough, but there are things we can't do." He then gestures to the village. "Hawkson is in the village hall, you can see him if you need." The man in question is rather small, and hawkish. he has feathers for hair, and an angled face, some kind of hybrid. It's the Multiverse after all.     "We're out here, because of those horrorshow freaks. They come out of the water at night like some kinda weird zombie shit. they don't come into the woods." replies one of the men. "Christ sake Jacob, shut up! We don't have to answer to these guys."     "We use what we must to survive. If we had to use their guns, so be it." The Captain leans on the railing, and casually waves the turrets off. "As for other salvage? Nah. We only salvage from those stupid enough to attack us." he says. "Besides, we don't have sonar strong enough to track stuff on the ocean floor." he makes a gesture. "You wanna come aboard and confirm? Or are we done with the veiled threats?" 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' "No, but the answer is appreciated." Gaonoir turns his to look back towards the airfield and the ocean beyond it. "Investigating that 'weird zombie shit' is why we're here." Then turns his attention back to the group, and their crate. Squints behind his visor. "That's.. mostly scrap electronics, isn't it?" So the Abyssals have been sited in the area, and they don't like to come very far onto land. If it's an adversion to dry land or just because of the poor shape they're in is up for debate, but Erika checks them off her list all the same. Then looks up as Gaonoir asks his question. "You haven't found anything like munitions or fuel?" She quickly holds up a hand to hold off any questioning. "We're not interested in taking the salvage ourselves. The 'sea zombies' are looking for a specific type of resource." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne laughs "Tell you what, for whatever biofuel you can spare, we'll stay here for, say, two days, have a look at every engine here, give 'em a tweak and tune... anything critical we can't fix with what we've got on Tubthumper, we'll take back to the shop with us and put it through all our milling machines and bring back in a week. How's that sound? Work out the details with Igor - he's the big piebald guy, you can't miss him - and I'll go talk to Hawkson." Igor looks up at the mention of his name. He's a truly massive ogre of a mouse, with a slightly angular - dare one say it possibly even rat-like - head, and white fur blotched with ginger. He's quite casually carrying a crate of parts under one arm. Once the chief is talking to Igor, Leyanne heads off in search of Hawkson in the village hall... *THUD* ...completely forgetting to duck on the way in, announcing her presence to everyone in the hall by nearly braining herself on the doorframe. "Ow... fucking... twat... low bridge..." 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' "Veiled..? Oh. No, if I wanted to threaten you, I'd do it directly." Haguro states bluntly, tapping one of her own turrets before it lowers following the lowering of the Captain's. "Salvaging in self-defense? That's fine, then. If you were capable enough to sink and reuse Abyssal technology, though..." She starts sliding across the water towards the Captain's ship at a leisurely pace, just going straight towards the side as if she was going to glide into it with her face. Before impact, though, she raises one foot and just phases right through the entire boat, appearing besides the Captain and stopping herself with one practiced step. To an untrained eye, it would look like she just took a single step from sea level to the deck in defiance of common sense and physics! (In reality, she's practiced with her thrusters and ability to phase in and out of existence way too much.) "... Surely you're on someone's payroll. How much are they paying?" She doesn't even bother looking around the ship at what else might be on deck, taking the Captain's words at face value for the time being. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline listens to Maribeth motionlessly until that half-submerged structure is mentioned, at which point she tilts her head. "...half-submerged structure...that could be their stronghold...you should advise any ships take an alternate route if possible...if not, then they should not venture into the strait until we have cleared it...or at least not without a heavily armed escort...the Abyssals will destroy anything they can for salvage and supplies..."      She bows at the waist in a Japanese fashion, then rotates in place before floating toward the door. "...thank you for the information, Maribeth, chief of the dockyard..." she says, then pauses before turning back toward her. "...I will provide you the Hikari frequency...if any of your ships come under attack...they can use it to call for aid...and we will respond if at all possible..." she says. She provides the radio frequency, then pauses. "...is there anything else you need...? ...and...may I see the ship that made it through...?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "First thing we looked at was the armory. Someone got there before us and cleaned it out." says Jacob, completely ignoring the glares of his companions. "Fuel stores too. We just started taking anything else. They didn't look at the old computers or anything."     The thud of a large mouse hitting her head on the doorframe alerts the young man, and two other fisher folk inside the hall. They stop their meal and look over. One, a young woman with mouse ears of her own, asks, "Are you okay?" Hawkson himself stands and gestures. "Come, join us... you're here about the sea ghosts, right? I saw them... two, black hair, some kind of platform. The one with long hair looked right at me before being pulled along by the little black metal ones."     Haguro earns a grunt of surprise as she appears on the deck in such a manner. "Lady, we're nomads, we don't answer to anyone but ourselves." he asserts. "When you live like we do, you either live, or die by the ability to fight." He shrugs a bit, straightening up and adjusting his cap.     Maribeth nods a bit. "We appreciate it. We've already warned off any other transports from the area until these things are dealt with." the ram-horned woman waves in response, before tilting her head. "We've already sent it on after affecting repairs... I can offer the pictures we took and copies of the repair reports. It's rather dry reading though." 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir and Erika look at each other for a moment at the recount. That lines up with what others are finding out. Erika adjusts her glasses to maintain some semblence of a professional appearance. "Thank you gentlemen, for your assistance." She half turns and pauses. "Oh, and don't worry, we won't send anyone else out here after you. Your salvage operation is not the matter we're concerned with. You'll want to continue keeping your distance and avoiding nocturnal activity if you go near the shores until this matter is completely sorted out though." She starts walking back towards the airfield, Gaonoir following after her. "I have my doubts they're fully or appropriately 'lincensed'... But you're right, that's not what we're here for." "Look at it this way," Erika replies. "If they're here, where we know the Abyssals have been already, they're not at risk and less likely to get in someone else's way. Besides, you saw the state of those computers. Too old or broken up to be much use outside collecting the valuable metals inside the components." "Good point. Good eyes, too." "I've had a good example." 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline nods lightly as she listens to Maribeth, then holds out an arm. A hand extends from it where before it was a flat sleeve-like end. "...they could be helpful in determining what sort of weapons we will be dealing with...and perhaps what sort of numbers the enemy has. Once she has the pictures in hand, Evangeline heads toward the door. But, before she goes she turns to Maribeth again. "...I like your horns..." she says before departing.      From there, she starts toward the strait. She intends to do a recon run, to see if there is any enemy activity visible from the air and to get exact coordinates on the possible stronghold. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne grumbling and complaining, Leyanne ducks through the door. She nods to the mouse-eared lady "Yeah, I'm fine, kinda used to that, to be honest. I've been this tall since puberty, you'd think I'd have learned by now." She gives a bashful grin, starting to make herself some tea. "Yeah, I am. I'm part of the Hikari Defense Force - we protect anyone who uses the water for peaceful means, as best we can. We call them Abyssals, they're... dead ships, I think. Echoes of the moment they sank? I'm here to find out what they're doing around here... tell me everything. There were two of them, one with long hair, one without. Where were they going, what was on the platofmr and such?" 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' "Really? That's admirable, then... I don't see many self-sufficient fleets these days that don't rely on a government to bankroll their existence." Haguro actually sounds somewhat impressed as she smiles slightly. She heads back over to the edge of the ship, looking out towards the sea again for a few moments before turning her head to the Captain once more. "I have an offer for you, then. Mercenary work, so you can stop whenever you'd like or your services are no longer needed." She gives that reassurance first, then turns back to the Captain. "You wouldn't have to change anything about what you're doing now, either. All I need is for you to report any strange Abyssal activity in whatever region you happen to be in at the time." She pauses, then adds. "Or... Anyone diving in to salvage things from the deep. In exchange, your people will be paid a weekly salary to use as you wish." Haguro pauses again to let that thought circulate, then speaks up once more. "Yes, you could live and sustain yourselves entirely, but it wouldn't hurt to afford repairs easily. Ammunition. Local comforts wherever you go." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "Guns, and... teeth. It looked alive, like some kind of monster." says Hawkson. The third member pipes up. "I managed to take a picture with the old camera father gave me..." he says, showing a polaroid picture of two women with alabaster skin, one with long hair wearing white, the other with short hair wearing black. The one in White is looking directly at the camera, the one in black looks off into the distance, like most Abyssals that aren't Flagship-class or one of the Demon or Princess types. Black has burning red eyes, White has ghostly pale blue. The 'platform' is clearly an Abyssal Parasite rig, lots of big Battleship guns, and a flat deck with catapults to launch seaplanes. An Aviation Battleship-type.     Gaonoir and Erika arrive at the arsenal and find it indeed cleaned out, clawmarks on the concrete showing where the animalistic Abyssals broke restraining brackets out of the walls to get at the munitions.     Haguro's offer is mulled over, the Captain tapping his chin in thought. "I'll have to talk to the crew. We don't do anything that affects the flotilla without a consensus from the council... we'll contact you when we reach a decision." he says, leaning back on the railing. "Illegal salvagers are the bane of everyone that does it legitimate. We shoot those bastards when we find 'em on principle. Noone should disturb the resting place of a ship and 'er crew."     Evangeline's flight is largely uneventful, until she suddenly starts taking ground fire from flak shells. Rapid fire ones at that. Through the smoke and shrapnel, a figure can be seen reclining on a throne made from teeth and guns.     It's Davao. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne listens and nods. "I know the look, not pleasant, is it?" She agrees. Then gets a look at the picture. "You beauty..." She peers at the photo. Her left eye whirrs quietly as she zooms in on the picture. "Jackpot, we've got a Parasite rig... looks like a carrier, and... I don't know what class those two are, but the guys back at base will, this will tell us quite a lot. Do you want to keep this, or get a copy of it? Shigure and the guys are going to want to see this." 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir rubs his metal clad fingers over the claw gouges while his visor scans them. "They've been here alright. Animalistic but smart enough to break containment to get the weapons intact." "Probably trained to do so, with how often they've been doing this." Erika takes a few pictures as well, though it's all just confirming data at this point. "Let's meet back with the others to start planning the next step." "Right." After they exit the armory Gaonoir scoops her up in his arm, ignites his jets and takes off towards Shigrue's holding position. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' "That's fair. Glad that we see eye to eye on that much, then." Haguro chuckles softly, actually sounding genuinely pleased for a moment before clearing her throat. She slips a business card out of a pocket, scribbles some coordinates down on it, then hands it to the Captain with that usual Japanese panache. "A bonus, if you and your crew find out anything about salvaging operations that happened in this region specifically." There's several zeroes on that card. It's where Haguro's wreck was located, after all. "Since our business is concluded, then... I won't keep you and your flotilla any longer, Captain. Take care, and do give the illegal salvagers my regards." Haguro gives the Captain and the visible crew on deck a salute, then turns towards the edge of the ship. Once again, she goes for a flashy exit in the form of just walking right over the railing, landing on the water with in a practiced crouch, then starts skating along the surface once more. 
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7124/Operation: Crowd Control

2020-04-04T01:00:53Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Location: Great Ocean, Sector 92-D     Time: 23:00 local     Forward Tactical Base aboard Yamashiro's Ocean Fitout.     "Thank you all for coming. I put out the general call for allied because of this." Shigure clicks a button in her hand, and a projector hums to life, switching to a slide showing grainy, black and white images of Abyssals with severe battle damage attacking a civilian convoy.     Click     A blurry image that may be recognizable to a couple present, a slender female form with a large parasitic 'throne'. "We believe Davao has resurfaced with a new fleet... abandoning her old fleet in favour of this new arrangement... the Ta-class that approached the Paladin outpost several months ago has been notified of this and will deploy to aid us in future deployments to this area." The destroyer girl clicks the button a third time and a tanker appears on the projector. "This is the Heart of Decklein, a converted tanker we will be using as bait to lure out this new group of Abyssals. We will rendesvous with it in approximately four hours." She pauses, "Any questions so far?" 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Gaonoir folds his gauntleted arms, just watching and listen for the most part. Meetings didn't involve punching things so it wasn't really his wheelhouse to deal with. This is what he has Erika for after all. True to form the human is much more attentive, using her digiphone to copy one of the grainer images. Then she's fiddling with that for a few moments while Shigure continues to explain, magnifying and trying to the image a little clearer. Finally she huffs a little, fluttering her bangs. "It's difficult from this picture quality to tell if their state of disarray is actual damage or part of their manifestation as phantoms." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne listens, making notes. She nods softly. "The Heart of Deklein, is she rigged as a Q-ship, a mother ship, or simply so it'll refuse to sink?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     Nanoha sits in a chair in her blue and white uniform. Beside her floats her Device, small wings of pink magic keeping the red gem afloat. As Shigure begins the briefing, Nanoha discretely waves a hand in front of her, summoning a holoscreen with matching keyboard. She begins typing into it as she pays attention, that runic english-like language of Midchildan beginning to scroll across it. She's not entirely knowledgeable about the Abyssals, not having fought any yet. But she's read some of the basics.     As the time for initial questions comes, Nanoha raises a hand and then asks, "Was the attack against the convoy simply for the purpose of destruction, or were they after the cargo? And if the latter, do we have a manifest of that cargo?" 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Haguro will have her vacation one day. For now, though, she's still hard at work, taking notes and getting into fights, facing the ghosts of her past and her uncertain future, all while trying not to let a lack of rest show too much even as she takes frequent sips from a thermos full of... Something. Nobody gets to find out what's in it today because she looks tired and actually kind of cranky for once. "They barely looked like they're in fighting shape. Do you suspect they might have an ace up their sleeve?" After taking another sip, the Heavy Cruiser approaches the screen from the side to get a better look. "If they're after a specific type of cargo as Miss Takamachi asked, it might be easier to predict their movements. Otherwise..." Haguro takes another sip, then stifles a yawn into her long glove. She's dressed in her usual uniform today, and she still has that old white cap on her head. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' When Shigure called for help, how could Kotone not answer her call? The fleet and the people who made it up are a large portoin why Kotone was finally able to accept what she now is. She's sitting down in her chair clad in her more casual street clothing looking up ath the intel report. "None so far." 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     Nagato's there, she's watching the slide curiously... there doesn't seem to be any commentary coming from the Admiral, just taking stock of the situation. Her eyes do take a look at Haguro curiously then back at the slides. "Current company excluded, whats to say that the information given by the Ta-Class isn't leading us into a trapping?" she states, giving a look back at the slide curiously.     "With respect, something just doesn't sit right with me." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "Survivors say it appears to be both, Miss Erika." replies Shigure quietly.     Leyanne's question is answered by the dismebodied voice of of Yamashiro. "Reinforced bulkheads and berths for drone strike craft. A combination of 'mother ship' and 'unsinkable'."     Nanoha earns Shigure's attention next. "I will come to that next; however it appears they are after cargo of materials. Steel, Bauxite, fuel oil and raw materials to create ammunition."     Haguro receives a nod, and a little look of concern. "You seem tired... are you resting well enough?" she asks gently.     Nagato's concerns are noted, and the destroyer affirms. "This is information from Paladin sources. The Ta-class was part of Davao's fleet, and approached one of our outposts because she was worried about her flagship when Davao went missing."     Another click of a button and the slide shifts again, showing an overhead map of the projected operation zone... the Strait of Malacca and surrounding waters. "This Operation will be called 'Crowd Control'. E-1 will focus in the waters surrounding the strait, aiming to contain the spread of this abyssal force." she clicks a second button and a list of supplies known stolen overlays on the first image. "The last convoy that failed to report in or arrive at its destination was carrying a large amount of processed and raw bauxite and aluminium alloys used for aircraft construction and repairs." click "Another tanker convoy was drained of oil and the hulls scrapped for the steel." click. "A military patrol group dispatched to the area was attacked, sunk and its munitions were salvaged. This force, for all the dilapidated nature of its appearance, is gearing up for war." 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' Erika nods at the answers to both her own question and Nanoha's. "Interesting." The list of material types makes Gaonoir scowl, moreso than his usual edgelord tendancies. "They're gearing up." The digimon unfolds his arms as he properly joins the group, his own attention (and concern) peaked finally. "I mean, if they are damaged, but they're investing more in stealing supplies for munitions than repairs. Its for something big. Something to pay off the effort put into these smaller raids over their own maintenance." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne listens and nods, thoughtfully. "Sounds good." She saysa, about to make a point when Erika raises it. She nods. "Yeah that was my thought." She says, not having anything else to actually add yet, she resumes taking notes. 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     Nanoha nods and wait as she apparently jumped the gun with her question. As the slide with the list of supplies pops up, Nanoha taps a few commands into her keyboard. The list begins to scroll across her own holoscreen and she studies it for a moment. As she does so, she nods along in agreement with Gaonoir, "Yes, that would seem to be the case. Which of course then begs the question of what their target is."     Nanoha looks up from her own screen to Shigure and asks, "Are there any military facilities, population centers or other points of interest in the region that could be a potential target?" 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     The Flagship mmms a bit, "Okay." she goes back to listening to the ones around her and the slides. There's an anxious look upon the battleship's face and she hmmms, "Have we been able to scout anything on where they've been coming from or the like?" she questions, then looks towards Nanoha, "The mage has a point too. Are there any facilities around that they could be around? Any within maybe a hundred mile radius that could be the next target?" 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' "I'll be fine." Haguro replies to Shigure quickly and without her usual thanking or polite little nods and whatnot. Clearly, she's got some stuff on her mind, but she isn't saying any of it as she instead focuses on the information coming from this meeting. Notably, the location presented has Haguro furrowing her brow with a long inhale and exhale following the initial reveal. "War against who, though? Attacks like these... They're too careless. They have to know the type of response these attacks would get." She glances over at Nagato, nodding after a moment before turning back to shigure. "Efficient supply raids would leave fewer survivors and evidence. This feels like they want to be seen." After another moment, Haguro steps back to take a seat and another sip. "... They'll be expecting a fight no matter where the ambush is. We can't be careless even if all the planning goes well." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa says "Humm how would you want to deploy me on this operation?" Kotone is curious about this as she'd want to make her kit ready, ahead of time to the best of her ability. "Do we have any plans to try and put a tracker on one of the aggressors. We could find one of their staging points if we do that." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne looks to Haguro, thoughtfully "You think it might be a trap?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "Unfortunately we will have to scout these things out ourselves." remarks the destroyer, setting her controller down. "I was going to ask some of you to aid in this endeavour, contacting local interests and canvassing for possible targets within the area of operations." Shigure looks between Leyanne and Nanoha, then to Gaonoir and his partner. "If any of you could help with this, your skillsets would likely be very valuable."     To Haguro she nods. "We are fully expecting them to know we are laying a trap. We are banking on it, in fact." Kotone says something and Shigure giggles softly. "That is actually the intention. Let them lead us to their home base." she then tilts her head at the cyborg. "Everyone who comes to this operation is expected to bring the equipment they are most comfortable and familiar with. Platforms for those unable to fly or float will be provided as necessary." 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' "The best trap is one the enemy knows but can't resist," Gaonoir quips. But back to the more immeadiate matter than the trap itself. "We can do scouting rounds and survellience from the air, of course." That's all part of being Hikari Fleet's Air Superiority unit after all. Erika doesn't say anything, but there's a faint squee from her as Gaonoir actually refers to them together, as a pair, instead of calling her his sidekick or 'token human'. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' "So.. Then we'd have to expect that they know that we know they're laying a trap." Haguro murmurs quietly, nodding once at Leyanne even as she speaks up more in response to Shigure and Kotone. "If they're expecting us to place trackers on them, then they may very well go somewhere easily defended that still isn't their home base. But if we don't go, they'll know that we know they know that..." She lets out a frustrated noise, then rubs her face lightly while propping her head up by the forehead. "... Anyway. They'll probably have something else up their sleeves beyond physical might. Something to justify their confidence. But what?" That's the question that seems to be bothering her more than even the physical fatigue. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne nods thoughtfully to Shigure, twirling her pen. "We've recently completed a stem-to-stern rebuild of my boat." She says. "We can scout, and pursue if needed." She agrees, looking to Haguro, thoughtfully. "And how do we find out what it is before it bites us in the arse?" 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     Nanoha tilts her head a little bit as they learn that they'll need to do the scouting themselves. Nanoha taps her chin for a moment as she muses out loud, "So they might not be after something obvious. Possibly something we're not currently aware of."     Gaonoir brings up the subject of aerial recon and Nanoha nods along with that, "I too can assist with scouting from the air." After all, she's not the Ace of Aces for nothing!     Though Nanoha does offer another option, raising a finger into the air, "I also have probes that can help with mapping out any points of interest we find." An orb of pink light appears above her finger and begins to orbit around it.     Nanoha turns her head to look at Leyanne as she brings up a good point, "Mmmm... All we have to go on is the attacks they've already launched." Nanoha looks back at Shigure, "Are we able to get some samples of the debris from the convoys? Perhaps analyze it for anything unusual. And maybe check out the battle sites for the same?" 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Haguro doesn't answer Leyanne right away, closing her eyes instead for a good half-minute or so while mulling over the options. She looks over at the gathered group when she reopens them, then sighs and shakes her head. "... Few ideas, I'm afraid. The only ones I have wouldn't work if I said them, anyway." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa says "Hows the digital infrastructure in the region might there be something I can look into that way? Or is it all going to be old school." Kotone is just asking she doesn't seem offended at all at having to do it old school form her tone. She also looks to Haguro. "mmm Good point, what if we let someone who signed up for it, get caught?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "Every operation is a risk. Second or even third guessing ourselves helps noone." notes Shigure. "We deploy, and adapt our strategy to overcome our enemy's counter strategy. No plan ever survives contact with the enemy intact." She reaches out and tries to gently place a hand on Haguro's shoulder. "You're overthinking things far too much, my friend."     Leyanne receives a nod of affirmation. "That's good. We will need your speed in this operation."     To Nanoha, the destroyer nods. "That is a good idea. I will assign a task force to that immediately... you can take point on that if you wish, Captain." she offers.     To Kotone the destroyer shakes her head. "The locals are adjacent to late 20th century technology, you may be able to access a rudimentary network, but I am not certain that would help... though we are limited in options so any lead could prove vital." 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     "I'll have the carriers and submarines do scouting." Nagato states, "I'll also do some scouting of my own, they may expect me as a battleship." she states, stretching lightly. "So, when are you planning on enacting the first stage of the operation, Shigure. I assume you have a good plan once we get going?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "I am expecting operations to fully begin this month. I will have to contact the other branches and local forces to coordinate and will distribute firm dates once I have them on board." says the DEstroyer, to the Battleship. 

:'''{{#var:7075|Nanoha Takamachi (7075)}} has posed:'''     Nanoha is offered the role of overseeing the examination of the existing battle sites. And recovering salvage and potentially clues from them. Nanoha nods in order to accept, "I'd be happy to work on that. My probes can help with the underwater search, perhaps more easily than most here. Although I will need help with the analysis." Nanoha smiles as she rubs the back of her head, "I'm not much of scientist. Or engineer for that matter. If it was magic related, perhaps... But from what I've seen, I don't think that's how things here work." 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' "It's better to try and be sure if there is or not, than miss a possible oppritunity," Erika pipes up on the whole matter of digital infrastructures. "Yeah, exactly. We need to explore every possible venue we have to hedge our chances against the enemy." Gaonoir just nods a bit. "Acceptable time frame. This is not something we need to rush blindly into and get ourselves glitched." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa says "I can roll with that, shouldn't be too bad that's more what my grand parents grew up with. A life without the risk of popups in your head isn't a bad thing." She grins a bit at this while looking to the other assembled parties. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Haguro keeps rubbing her face wearily and barely moves when Shigure puts her hand on her shoulder, save for patting the Destroyer's hand lightly after a few more moments. "Maybe... Probably. But it's a chance I'm not willing to take. I'll see if I can figure anything out on my end as well." She doesn't elaborate further beyond that, although that troubled frown remains on her face as she leans back in her seat again. From the looks of it, she's going to be doing a lot more thinking for a while. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne steps out of the briefing room with a salute to everyone relevant, before heading back to her boat. Now they're out in open ocean that's not the ever-changing Bering Sea, she's got some testing to do. Before long, the hyperglass-enhanced PT boat is kicking up roostertails and circling Yamashiro as they put the new turbines through their paces. 

:'''{{#var:765|Gaonoir (765)}} has posed:''' "We'll be ready when the time comes." Gaonoir scoops Erika up into one arm. Notices she's already gotten out her tablet computer and is plunking away on it. "... What are you doing now?" "Finding maps of Malaaca Strait online," Erika answers even as the two are departing. "A basic lay of the area will help us find the most practical points to investigate, and we can spread our search parameters from there." "Oh, yeah. Good thinking. The less time we waste wandering randomly, the better." 
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7037/= Huntress vs Warrior of Light

2020-01-27T05:40:13Z

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|Date of Scene=2020/01/27
|Location=Corner of Adversity 2
|Synopsis=Yang challenged Alruna to a fight.

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:7175|Alruna Greengate (7175)}} has posed:''' Alruna enters the Shrine of Adversity, this time prepared for the kind of brawl she suspects Yang is itching for from the beginning, in her mustard-yellow longcoat. "Yang?" she calls out, striding into the arena looking for the blonde Huntress. She shouldn't be hard to spot, surely. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang isn't hard to spot, no. Long golden hair, a form fitting jacket and pants, heavy riding boots and a pair of chaps covering the sides of her legs. She's wearing long gloves too, with the golden bracelets of Ember Celica dangling around her wrists.     When she hears her name, she turns, taking off her aviators and tucking them into a pouch at her hip. "Yo... funky getup." she muses with a smirk, giving a stretch and then slamming one fist into her open palm. "You ready for the thrashin' of a lifetime?" she asks, her hair lighting up faintly, and a flicker of gold crossing over her body as her Aura activates. 

:'''{{#var:7175|Alruna Greengate (7175)}} has posed:''' Alruna cocks her head slightly, as Yang begins projecting a killer instinct around her. "This /is/ just a friendly spar, right?" she asks, still ambling forward. "All right, I'll show you what a student of the HOLYFIST can do!" she says, rolling her shoulder. The longcoat goes flying off in a single motion, leaving Alruna in a dark singlet and a yellow wrap tied firmly around her chest. She limbers up a bit, doing a leaping spinkick in place and starting to bounce on her heels a bit. A faint breeze whirls around her subtly as she lifts her hands and slowly closes them into fists. She starts with an eye-blurring surge of speed, trying to drop a foot on Yang's face as her opener. 

:'''{{#var:7180|Amelris Belthrone (7180)}} has posed:'''      Amelris Belthrone mentioned that he wanted to see this stuff.      He's here, precisely just for that. The Red Mage makes his way to the side of the stands, with the glowing little Carbunckle on his shoulder. He takes a seat, clearing his throat and leans back comfortably by spreading his arms back to rest. Emeraldo chitters at him, Amelris rolling his eyes for a bit by reaching into a pocket and flipping up a small crystal at him, which he noms on slowly. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang chuckles a bit darkly. "The Shrine mitigates a lot of damage, so you can go all out and not end up dead." she replies, shifting into a modified boxer stance when Alruna takes hers. "So don't hold back on me. I want to feel it tomorrow."     And then Alruna comes blurring in with a kick. It catches Yang off guard, and sends her spinning away.     Before she slams into the ground, a hand whips out, catches the floor and spins the blonde brawler back onto her feet. She digs in, deploying her gauntlets in the same motion and firing behind her. She launches back into combat and brings one of those fists around in an extended hook, using her momentum to boost the power. 

:'''{{#var:7175|Alruna Greengate (7175)}} has posed:''' Alruna takes the hit on her forearm, sliding back several feet with a pained grunt. She shakes her hands out, stepping this way, then that after their first exchange. "Normally, that's not good practice in my world." she says, dancing closer. "But if you insist, we can cut a bit looser." she concedes, getting in close to deliver a three-hit combination in the span of a breath. She's not aware of Amelris's presence in the stands, focusing entirely on the grinning, shorter girl in front of her. 

:'''{{#var:7180|Amelris Belthrone (7180)}} has posed:'''      *chitter chitter squeak*.      "Don't worry, lil' buddy." Amelris comments, petting to the carbunckle plopping down on his lap. "They wont beat each other /too/ much after this. This is a Brawler thing, you know?" He looks down at his glowy friend. "Pummel one another, establish a pecking order of pummels. That sort of things."      *chitter?*      "Don't call it that. They'd make a coat out of you." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang is getting beaten at her own game? The blonde staggers back from the rapid flurry, digging in her heel to stop being flung futher... that bit through her Aura though, as she spits a glob of blood aside into the arena dirt. When she looks back up, her hair beings to billow light flames, and the lilac of her eyes shifts to a baleful red between blinks. "I think warmup's over, right?"     The blond e brawler reconfigures her gauntlets as she closes, the shotgun reporting, and covering the young woman's fists with flame, which sticks on contact should she land a hit! 

:'''{{#var:7175|Alruna Greengate (7175)}} has posed:''' Alruna hurfs as Yang's gauntlets set themselves on fire, and then set /her/ on fire - this is less than optimal. She forces Yang back with a couple of rising kicks, spinning in place as she tries to make some room for herself. Punching Alruna is like wailing on hardened oak. Even out of her armour, she soaks up force like a training dummy and just keeps coming back for more. She breathes faster, eyes focused like green diamonds on Yang. She does a somersault, bringing down a foot at Yang again that misses and strikes the floor of the arena, sending spiderwebbing cracks out around the point of impact. "Definitely is." she grunts. "Lets get to the /point/!" That'd be a quality pun if Yang knew the name of the technique Alruna then uses to strike at Yang's shoulders and hips with a flurry of blows that glow slightly with wisps of aether, but sadly, the only person who gets the joke is Alruna herself. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The Warrior of Light feels like punching a target dummy.     Yang feels like punching something made from actual, legit steel... at least while her Aura's up.     The incoming strikes land against that glowing golden field, and stop dead before they can even strike her body, the glow fading and building at each strike point.     "That was a bit dull... wanna try sharpenin' it next time?" she quips back, stepping in and bringing a fist up inside Alruna's defense, the gauntlet reconfigures again, and discharges a kinetic burst on impact. She's aiming to launch Alruna across the arena! 

:'''{{#var:7180|Amelris Belthrone (7180)}} has posed:''' "Don't say it." *chitter chitter squeak!* "Come on, man, that's just rude." *chrrrrrrip* "They are wearing /nice/ things that are useful for this kind of fighting, come on." 

:'''{{#var:7175|Alruna Greengate (7175)}} has posed:''' Alruna grimaces - Yang's Aura is going to take more effort to strike through than a complex technique like that is really suited for. Her fists crackle with a subtle shift of aether as she changes the wreath of energy she's using to a more defensive form, but Alruna is still knocked clear away from Yang as the shorter Huntress just blasts her away. Alruna goes spinning wildly through the air, occasionally making contact with the ground until she smashes through a pillar, vanishing in a cloud of dust and debris from the impact on the far side of the arena. Coughing, she staggers out of the destruction, sporting an ugly red and purple mark bigger than Yang's hand over her stomach. Blood trickles from ugly cuts across her muscled back and through one eyebrow. Droplets of blood spatter as she shakes herself off. That definitely took its toll. She blinks hard, trying to focus on Yang as she gets closer again. "Bluntness is just one of my many specialties!" she says, managing to hold back another cough as she gathers her arms up in almost a self-hug, then raises and drops them in a haka-like motion, stamping with her foot at the same time. The ground cracks again with a flash of aether, and bursts up, showering Yang with debris! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang quirks a brow as Alruna gets back up again. "You're pretty tough for someone without an Aura... this's been a really good fight. Lemme take ya out for drinks after we're done." she offers, bouncing on the balls of her feet, then shifting to just present a cross-armed defense against the debris swarm.     Sharp rocks bounce off her Aura, chipping away at the ablative barrier, but not actually penetrating it. "Heh... pretty fancy move. I can do that too!" With a slam of fists together, the Huntress launches herself skyward, arching gracefully, then impacting like a meteor, cracking the ground and sending shrapnel flying back at Alruna with a ground-pounding fist strike. 

:'''{{#var:7175|Alruna Greengate (7175)}} has posed:''' Alruna is getting unsteady on her feet. Yang's Aura defends the girl well, if she could just crack that defence properly - but Yang's not giving her the opportunity to do that, and even with her own body modestly aspected for greater defence, Alruna is torn up by the explosion of shrapnel underfoot, opening several more cuts across her torso and legs, staining those baggy pants of hers red with her blood. Alruna finally falls to one knee, panting heavily. She reluctantly holds her hand up, signalling that she's had enough. "I yield!" Alruna says, smiling faintly, through the pain. This is hardly a brawl to lose all her dignity in fighting to her very last breath. "Alas, I have to yield." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang stands from her strike, fully expecting to have to catch a strike in return; however Alruna's signaling a forfiet.     Yang's Aura shuts off and the menacing bloodlust feeling fades with it instantly. She trots over, and offers a hand to the other fighter, to help her back up as the arena resets, the wash of energy from the magical technobullshiggery restoring both fighters to, almost their prefight state, still sporting a few bruises and shallow cuts, and all the aches from a solid workout in like 10x gravity.     "Next time, bring the sword and board. Y'might last a bit longer." quips Yang with a big brin. 

:'''{{#var:7175|Alruna Greengate (7175)}} has posed:''' Alruna snorts as she straightens up, the cuts and bruising becoming a lot less severe all of a sudden. The cuts don't promise to scar anymore, and after she finds a potion somewhere, they'll be gone entirely. "You mean these?" She snaps her fingers. *skworrrsssshhhhh* And then she stands there in full green plate mail, blue wisps of aether dissipating. "I thought you would prefer sticking to fist-to-fist." She hurks, rolling her shoulders. "Shouldn't've done that." Alruna grunts. The blue light washes out from her again, leaving her dressed in a much more casual pair of loose-fitting pants and top. The Warrior exhales slowly. "Good workout." She picks up her longcoat and claps Yang's shoulder. "Good... good workout." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "When your world is beset by monsters that can tear steel apart with their bare claws, and are drawn to negative emotions, you learn a few tricks to overwhelm and destroy quickly." remarks Yang, as she grasps Alruna's tricep in return for the shoulder-clap. "C'mon, I owe ya some drinks now." she then chuckles. "You'll hafta show me some of those moves, I might be able to use them with my style... we coudl trade notes." 

:'''{{#var:7175|Alruna Greengate (7175)}} has posed:''' "Aye," Alruna agrees. "That'd do it." She pulls Yang closer, putting her arm around the Huntress's shoulders. "Heh. Normally I'd say you should go to my master to learn Ul'dahn pugilism, but... mayhap, with you, I should show you instead." 

:'''{{#var:7180|Amelris Belthrone (7180)}} has posed:'''      "OY!" Amelris calls out from the stands, picking himself up and lifting his Emerald Carbunckle. "NICE FIGHT YOU TWO LADIES> 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang's used to being the tall one, she's the tallest one on her team, after all. She gets her arm around Alruna's waist, and settles in for the walk. She does cast a look back towards the source of the shout, quirking a brow at the flambouyantly dressed catman. "Hey.." she says to Alruna. "That a friend of yours? He looks familiar, but I can't place him." 

:'''{{#var:7175|Alruna Greengate (7175)}} has posed:''' Alruna looks over her shoulder and starts at the sight of the Miqo'te. "Y- yes, actually. He /is/ a friend." She looks down, thinking about that sentence for a moment. With a beaming grin, she waves back. "Thanks!" she replies to Amelris. "C'mon, lets go find somewhere to get drunk, afore he tries to pull you in for another round." she mutters to Yang. 

:'''{{#var:7180|Amelris Belthrone (7180)}} has posed:'''      "Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Amelris throws out, giving a firm, vigorous high five.      The Carbunckle merly jumps on his be-hatted head and starts curling up, from which the Miqo'te looks up at him with some degree of indignation. 
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6993/I wanna be the ver--- what was THAT!

2020-01-17T03:43:31Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Earlier at Beacon Academy.     "YOu're taking newbies out on a /safari!?/... you know it's dangerous even for trained Hunters, Yang." The Bullhead Pilot grouses, brows furrowing and arms folding as he leans back against the door of his craft.     "I know Ochre, but they'd go out alone otherwise... Elites are kinda weird, y'know?" retorts the blonde. "Anyway, we've got Team PLRR and Team SMMR out in Forever Fall alreadfy. They'll keep back anything too dangerous."     The pilot just sighs. "Just keep your Scoll on, okay? I'll be in the area for pickup in case things go south."     Now     The Bullhead soars over the area of forest known as Forever Fall. An apt name as the trees look perpetually in a state of autumn. Deep golds and reds for leaves, a steady flurry of detatched leaves following the chill but not unpleasant winds. Yang says to the 'safari' members. "Here, keep these with you at all times. They're calibrated to detect a bunch of Multiversal defense mechanisms being damaged." she says, pointing to a bar that fills in when they're taken. "The big yellow button at the top is your panic switch. Press it and Ochre'll come around with the Bullhead to pick you up. It'll also alert any Hunter in the area that you're in trouble." she leans in with a serious expression. "DO NOT. Take the Grimm lightly. They will not show any remorse for gutting you."     The aircrafft comes in low, and drops its ramp as it lands in a clearing, letting the group out before lifting off again. <I'll be circling the area. Team PLRR and Team SMMR are about 3 clicks away from you. They're herding the Beowolf pack your way, then will break contact to go on their patrol.> 

:'''{{#var:7167|Tohru Adachi (7167)}} has posed:'''      "Yeah, yeah. Don't worry. I know a thing or two about murderous monsters. I'll be fiiiiine~"      Adachi shrugs off the warning about the Grimm in a similar manner he did previously. He's not worried about monsters, he's dealt with the things that monsters generally fear. Granted, he lost, but he put up a pretty decent fight if he says so himself. And he does say so himself.      The ex-cop doesn't bring much with him in terms of monster hunting, no weapons besides a model revolver, no armor except his usual suit and tie and the panic button thing that Yang gave him. The weirdest thing he's brought with him is a TV. A pretty big TV at that. Even with his superhuman might, it's still pretty awkward to carry. But the screen is more than big enough to fit a very large person inside.      "Oof. Well, here's hoping this works and I can get the landowner to give me an extension on when I need to pay rent. These things really don't come cheap." 

:'''{{#var:7151|Selene (7151)}} has posed:''' Sitting in the back of the Bullhead is a strangely grinning teenager with a stranger chicken-shaped hat. Technically, it's supposed to be some kind of flower native to her (current) home region of Alola, but considering the codename she's been given for her secret ops... Chicken hat it is. In her hand, she's spinning two balls around each other: a small gray and blue ball along with a similarly-sized pink ball with a heart on it. She pauses every now and then to press her face against the glass of the aircraft, staring out the windows to see everything passing along below the group. A small black and red cat with a bell around its neck seems content to nap at her feet, although it opens its eye every now and then just in case. "Keep what in the wherenow?" Selene's asks absentmindedly as she watches something black doing... Something or another in the distance. It's kind of hard for her to see it from where they are, especially as the aircraft descends. She does turn back to Yang after a few more moments though, letting out an intrigued 'ooooh' and 'aaaah' once she's actually paying attention. "Yellow button for bad things happening, beat their faces in with extreme prejudice and then throw balls and TVs at them. Got it!" Still grinning that ever mishievous and vaguely vacant grin, Selene slips the balls into her pocket, then scoops the Torracat up onto her head as it stirs briefly. She waves broadly once the aircraft takes to the sky once more, then starts scouting the area in the form of not-quite-jogging-but-not-strolling in a steadily expanding spiral. "Wouldn't it be cheaper to just throw bricks or something at 'em, though? I mean, unless that's one of those ancient TVs nobody wants to use anymore 'cause the screen's really tiny and it'll give you face cancer or something. Is that why?" Selene asks at a rapid pace, barely understandable at best. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang sighs... "This is going to be a long day." The blonde huntress then fires her gauntlets, launching herself into the trees to get a vantage point.     Then, the forest goes still... it's eerily quiet out here, apart from the constant chatter that Selene's emitting. There's no chirping of birds, no buzz of insects. It's /strange/.     And then the silence is broken by a discordant howl. It's very similar to a wolf howl, but with a semi-echo quality to it. This alerts the group that the Pack has spotted them.     At least twenty large, werewolf-like black monsters with white bone-like plates comes through the treeline... one of them MUCH larger with more plates and armoured claw-gauntlets... this one hangs back a little, intelligence shimmering behind the bestial visage... An Alpha Beowolf. The rest charge in, claws digging into the ground as they go straight for the pair of humans on the forest floor. 

:'''{{#var:7167|Tohru Adachi (7167)}} has posed:'''      "Nah. The TV is uh... Just think of it as Plan B! You know, if you can't catch it? You get it? So just make sure it doesn't get broken, kay?"      Adachi is extremely vague on what the TV is there for, but he's pretty sure Selene isn't really one to dig for a fully detailed answer. Honestly, the Plan B is just to either throw one in or skedaddle on the off chance that something actually goes horribly wrong, but if he explains the second bit people are going to look at him funny.      There's a howl, and the murderer just smirks, digging into his jacket as he unholsters his revolver. The way he begins loading it and spins the chamber oozes a nonchalant manner. Like he's been in this sort of situation before, like he really isn't threatened. Either that or he's good at hiding what he's feeling and he's actually scared shitless.      "Right on time. Alright. How many you catchin? I get dibs on at least one, ya know that right?"      Adachi fires at some of the lesser Grimms, aiming for their center of mass rather than going for any fatal shots, though he doesn't seem too worried about the ones that he's missed despite their approaching, which might have something to do with the weird tension that's building around him.      "MANGLE THEM, MAGATSU-IZANAGI!"      There's the sound of something shattering as a large unsettling red figure appears behind Adachi, naginata in hand. There's a rather unnerving feral roar from the persona as it firmly clasps the weapon in its hand, bringing it up above its head before bringing it down. Were he not concerned with keeping a few alive, he'd have just aimed for stabbing them through the head in be down with it, but with capture in mind, the persona instead opts to slam the non pointy bit into the backside of their skulls in an attempt to concuss them and hopefully not shatter their skulls.      Though honestly, there won't be much crying if Adachi does shatter a few. 

:'''{{#var:7151|Selene (7151)}} has posed:''' "I understand." No, Adachi. No, she does not. It's probably for the best. Even Selene notices when things start getting quiet, then jumps a bit when the sound of howls pierces through the silence. Pulling the gray-blue and pink-heart balls out of her pockets, the wide-eyed trainer lets out a confident chuckle as she taps the button, and the balls expand from golf-ball sized to baseball-sized. "Five on twenty, huh? I like these odds!" She boasts to Yang, then purses her lips in thought. "I brought enough for maybe... Ten?" She pops both of the balls open simultaneously as lights shoot forward into the space in on each side of her, and out comes two somewhat similarly shaped things! From the gray and blue ball, a massive blue and beige-y bearcat sort of thing with a teal and white luchador mask. From the pink heart ball, a fat purple ball with stubby limbs, spikes, a black eyemask, and a persistent shit-eating grin. Naturally, all three of them are posing symmetrically once the lights fade with their arms pointed outwards. It probably doesn't do much to stop the Beowolves from charging at them, though, so the Snorlax moves in front of Selene and bellows a mighty roar before swinging it chunky arms around to batter the crap out of any that get too close for comfort. "Depends on how many of the balls breaks, y'know? They're pretty good at holding stuff once they're in, but they're not as good as the REALLY good balls that cost... Like. A bajillion moneys." Selene explains, letting out an awed 'ooooh' when the Persona appears. "I'm pretty sure that'd be illegal in a wrestling match, but... Shinyyyy." The Gengar, meanwhile, goes right on the offensive as it melts into the ground. Once it reaches the front wave of the Beowolves, it emerges with a burst of dark energy aimed at disrupting their ranks and blasting them to bits! Or just in general, since the dark energy it conjures up is less explosive and more raw force with a shadowy flavor to it. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''      The first wave of Beowolves crashes against the reaction of the pair. The monsters are TOUGH, but even they have limits. The sheer strength of the Persona smashes the skullplates of a couple, causing them to instantly begin to break up into a black smoke-like substance... the ones that don't instantly break only stay down as long as it takes them to get their limbs under them again from being send sprawling... they're not really capable of being concussed it seems.     The Snorlax finds it easy to swat the Beowolves away, but any that it doesn't kill outright get back up... and they seem to be ignoring the Pokemon in favour of Tohru and Selene themselves. Some strange quirk?     The Alpha remains behind the lines, snarling and pacing back and forth, like it's sizing up its prey before commiting to the attack. It does look at the Gengar as the Ghost-type blasts some of its packmates with it's shadowy energy, and chuffs. A couple of Beowolves shift their attack to try and slash at the Gengar with their claws. 

:'''{{#var:7167|Tohru Adachi (7167)}} has posed:'''      Some of them seem not so tough and get their skull crushed. They also don't seem to leave a corpse behind and dissolve into smoke. It really doesn't phase Adachi, the Shadows he's seen are pretty much all like this. It does kind of bug him that he can't simply knock them out though. Was really hoping they obeyed basic biology.      Eyeing one of the lesser Beowulfs that's trying to crawl, Magatsu-Izanagi raises a free hand, it's finger posed to snap as Adachi speaks.      "Hey now. Take it easy buddy, here's let me help you relax those muscles a bit~"      The persona snaps, and a small bolt of electricity rains down on the downed Grimm, enough to hurt, but hopefully not enough to kill. Though, hurting wasn't really the goal, more so than inflicting paralysis on the creature to keep it in place. 

:'''{{#var:7151|Selene (7151)}} has posed:''' "Whoa... They really don't like us, huh?" Selene comments with an amused laugh, taking the whole imminent bodily harm thing in stride even as the Snorlax keeps swinging around wildly to batter the encroaching Grimm away from the trainer. The Gengar's got its own hands full as some of those smaller Grimm start targeting it, grimacing at the slashes that do make contact and leave darker purple gashes on contact. The Snorlax's hide helps keep them from drawing blood right away, at least! "Looks like that one in the back is the leader... It's got a fancy helmet and everything!" Selene 'helpfully' points out the obvious as she keeps behind the Snorlax's giant body, her Torracat finally stirring when she picks it up off her head. "You know what to do. Let's spread the love!" With a hop, skip, and twirl, Selene flings the Torracat right at the Gengar. The cat and purple ghost combine forces with the first on the second's head, and together they start spewing fire and dark energy with wild abandon as they try to cut a line towards the Alpha! It might not be good for the trees, but it'll be fine. Probably. Maybe. Selene's not paying too much attention to that since she's busier watching the fight for other Grimm that could be ripe for getting some of those Pokeballs hurled right into their wolfy faces. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The Beowolf that was downed and shocked... suddenly changes. It gets some angry green spikes growing out of its back, and grows in size to rival the Alpha. It then hurls itself at Tohru with a speed and aggression that outstrips its peers... whatever happened is some kind of abhorration.     The combined arms of Gengar and Torracat starts to carve a path through the slightly larger 'regular' Beowolves, heading toward the Alpha, which finally gets the larger monster to rear up and flex its claws. It bellows a challenge to the pokemon pair.     Fortunately for the Snorlax, the Beowolves keep going for Selene, trying to swipe at her before getting punted aside... A few get momentarily stunned from being smashed into trees. They might make for a tempting Pokeball target. 

:'''{{#var:7151|Selene (7151)}} has posed:''' As Selene keeps using the Snorlax for cover, she finally sees her chance. Several chances, even, as some of the Beowolves look dazed and one of them looks a lot greener than before. "I'll leave that one to you, Shockmaster!" She calls out to Adachi as she prepares a handful of those golf ball sized Pokeballs, waiting for the perfect opportunity. And then she promptly stops waiting to start chucking Pokeballs at the dazed Beowolves. "You know the drill! Slunch, keep those Mega Punches going! Chuggins, Torracat! Ref maneuver!" As directed, the trio of Pokemon shift their strategies ever so slightly. The Snorlax, although it's still working on bodying things approaching Selene, stops advancing to instead hold position and act as an outright meat shield to the significantly more fragile trainer. The sheer number of Beowolves do manage to slip through its defenses a few times, though, and Selene yelps each time she so much as gets grazed and bloodied as a result. That, of course, is followed by the bearcat roaring and doubling down on beating the Beowolves within an inch of their lives and then some. The flaming cat and fatghost, meanwhile, do indeed go for the 'ref maneuver'. The cat gets flung into the air by the ghost, and it starts yowling as expected from being treated like a flaming projectile shooting yet more flaming projectiles while it lands behind the Alpha. The ghost melts into the ground, and it... Disappears? It's waiting. It waits to see if the Alpha's going to get distracted by the Torracat, and if it does? The Gengar speeds right towards it, bursting out of the ground with a mighty flying uppercut right between the legs! 

:'''{{#var:7167|Tohru Adachi (7167)}} has posed:'''      Adachi gets an unexpected result from trying to zap a Grimm. That's nice. That's lovely. That's /perfect/. No, really. It's actually useful to know that's a thing for later totally.      The superpowered Grimm lunges at Tohru, and he raises an arm to protect his face affording the creature the chance to bite down. Unfortunately for the Grimm, Adachi doesn't taste very good, he's also surprisingly very tough meat despite his scrawny nature. The ex-cop winces for just a bit before becoming agitated, retaliating with a blow to knock it away from him that, were it not for the super human strength behind it, would come off as rather comical. "Huh. Looks like my muscle therapy worked too good. Alright, change of plans. How about you just...Oh, I don't know... /DISAPPEAR/!?"      He's angry, he's annoyed, he's vindictive. Adachi doesn't care about brining this particular Grimm home, especially since he can always try his hand at making another one apparently. Magatsu-Izanagi responds by gripping the shaft of its naginata with both of its clawed fingers, its piercing yellow eyes narrowing at the mutated Beowulf before swinging its weapon once.      Normally, a weapon thrusted once should only hit once, but with one swipe the persona has made a flurry directed of slashes directed at the Grimm. Some are shallow, but most aren't, aiming to dig as deep into the creature's flesh as possible. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The Alpha dismisses the firecat, directing one of its two 'bodyguards' to attack it... it's waiting to see what the Gengar does. When the ghost-type doesn't immediately reappear, it seemingly loses interest.     Then the Gengar tries its sneak attack.     The Alpha launches itself back a foot to throw off that uppercut, and brings a massive claw-filled paw around to swat the Ghost-type away with a snarl.     The pokeballs thrown at the beowolves strike true, though only a couple actually open and 'suck' the target inside. They wiggle, and emit a malevolent black smoke while they work, until the little button turns green and the wiggling stops... the other balls fail to open, instead they break in half on impact.     Tohru decides to stop messing around with the mutant Beowolf. The Persona strikes, and dozens of cuts appear in the black flesh of the monster... it doesn't seem to have any internals, just a void of homogeneous flesh... this a sickly green. The mutant also seems to have some regeneration ability, as it takes damage that should have killed it, sending it into a mist of black smoke. It's being kept at bay by the rapid strikes of the Persona though. 

:'''{{#var:7151|Selene (7151)}} has posed:''' That didn't quite work so well. The Gengar lingers in the air as it stares right at that Alpha's claw coming right for it, the shit-eating grin losing some of that grin status while the purple ball getes launched right into a tree with a painful crunching noise. Luckily, it's the tree crunching more than the ghost Pokemon. Still, it's not a pleasant experience! With that plan gone down the drain, the Torracat relies on its small-ish size to try darting between the approaching Beowolves while its bell glows ever brighter. If those Beowolves don't back off, it just keeps on running, but also starts blasting massive gouts of flame as it tries getting back to Selene's side. "Got a few! We'll worry about grabbing 'em later... Shockmaster! How's it going over there?" She calsl out to Adachi while ducking and covering as the Snorlax bides its time. It watches the rest of the Beowolves, staring them down through squinted eyes as if daring the rest of them to approach again. It's scratched up and bruised in several places, but it still stands strong! The Gengar is still laying there. It may or may not be dead. Deader. Playing dead, probably. 

:'''{{#var:7167|Tohru Adachi (7167)}} has posed:'''      "Alright. Enough playing. Time to make some magic happen!"      Magatsu-Izanagi, being an extension of Adachi, responds without any delay to this statement by slamming it's weapon into the earth below, it's arms splayed out in an aggressive manner as it seems to be readying something.      There's tension in the air as the ground beneath the mutant Grimm starts to get unnaturally hot, small pieces of dirt lifting in the air as something probably bad is about to happen.      And then it actually happens. There's an ear shattering bass sound as the creature is engulfed in a sphere of growing white. It's not electricity, dark, or anything that can be considered an actual element. One might consider it beyond such scope. A true ALMIGHTY SPELL.      "Tadaaah, Megidolaon~"      Adachi does some actual jazz hands to emphasize the announcement, even though he can't be certain if the creature is actually dead yet. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     When the spell clears... there's no more Mutant Beowolf... seems it worked... though it also caused a bit of collateral damage, some of the ground and a few trees within the sphere's influence have also vaporized... this causes those said trees to topple since they're missing part of their trunks.     Meanwhile, the Alpha and the remaining Beowolves are eying their situation. Grimm rarely retreat, but those that live long enough learn to bide their time and only attack when they're guranteed success... this Alpha seems to be one of them.     As the small fire-cat manages to flambé one of the chasing Beowolves, setting it alight and causing it to quickly burn away into ashy smoke, the Alpha bellows, turns a baleful pair of eyes on Selene in particular, before it turns and lopes away into the forest.     Yang reappears. "PLRR, you've got an Alpha heading in your direction, be advized." she says into her Scoll as she drops down to ground level. "Everyone alright? Any injuries? I've got a medkit for some first-aid, and we can get you looked at when we get back to Beacon." 

:'''{{#var:7151|Selene (7151)}} has posed:''' With the fighting finally over, Selene gets a moment to collet herself as the adrenaline rush wears off. "That... Was... Great!" She lets out an excited whoop before falling forwards from exhaustion, the Snorlax moving one hand aside to catch her before she can hit the ground. Sure, she didn't physically do much beyond getting scratched up a bit, but still. It throws her onto its back, and she pulls out an old spray bottles out of her fanny-pack to start spraying it all over the giant bearcat in wide swaths. "My team's okay, but we could use the more thorough stuff later, yeah. Nothing we haven't taken with other marathon training sessions! In... Like. Ten minutes?" She lifts her head briefly to check her watch, then shrugs before faceplanting back into the Snorlax's back and spraying its wounds some more. It takes her a moment longer to actually drop off the creature's back, suddenly scurrying to collect the still-intact Pokeballs. "But that was super fun. Thanks for taking us here, Yangangangbanga! Hey, Shockmaster!" She's never going to stop calling Adachi that at this rate. "Didja get anything good? ! Oh! Oh! These were good! What should we name these?" She's already deep in thought while the Torracat launches itself onto her head and the Snorlax grabs the Gengar by the foot to drag it back towards the trainer. At least one of her Pokemon's responsible. 

:'''{{#var:7167|Tohru Adachi (7167)}} has posed:'''      "Wait. Was it Megidola or Megidolaon? I always get those two mixed up. Whooopsie."      Adachi shrugs, truthfully speaking, he didn't mess them up, but he wasn't expecting that much collateral damage. Ah well, it's just a forest after all.      Adachi holsters his revolver inside his jacket again as Magatsu-Izanagi disappears into the Sea of Souls once more.      "I'm fine. I'm fine. Nothing I can't treat at home, honest. Anyway, we'll mark that down as a half success. Honestly though, I'll just stick to Shadows rather than Grimms. They're a lot more predictable."      There's a hit of annoyance in his voice as he says this, but it really doesn't show on his face.      Selene presents the two balls to Adachi and asks for names, which causes them to rub their chin. He's lost in thought for a bit, before he suddenly comes to a conclusion.      "Well, you get to name one of them, but name one of them Mara for me, alright? Least you can do for your good friend Adachi-sensei, yeah?" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, that's why I said never underestimate the Grimm. They're /not/ predictable, especially the older ones like that Alpha. Team PLRR is a good team, they should be able to put it down before it can get any more experience, but these were relatively smallfry." remarks Yang. "I purposefully didn't take you after a Hunter Killer, cuz with that sloppy combat style, you'd both be dead and I'd be up shit-creek without a paddle, or a boat."     The blonde Huntress sighs, then signals for the Bullhead to come back around. "Well... gonna say not to expect much in the way of cooperation from 'em, but I dunno how those balls work, so..." she helplessly shrugs. "You might be the first one to actually get a Grimm to do what it's told... outside of the Schnee's and their Glyphs at least." 

:'''{{#var:7167|Tohru Adachi (7167)}} has posed:'''      "Uhuh."      Adachi's sort of just paying half attention to this point as he walks on over to the TV he brought in the beginning, placing a hand on the outer ridge before turning back towards Yang and Selene.      "Well, it's been fun. Catch you all on the...What do you kids call it? Oh, right!! The flip side. You're free to keep the TV by the way, think of it as thanks~"      With that, Adachi shoves one leg into the TV, a weird ripple forming on its surface as passes through without destroying the screen. The rest of his body joins him not long after, and soon the ex-detective is completely gone. If anyone bothers with the TV, they'll find out that despite looking nice and being rather big, it doesn't work. The insides are busted from an electric outage at some point at seems, so they actually probably bought it for rather cheap. Or got ripped off. 

:'''{{#var:7151|Selene (7151)}} has posed:''' "Megidololalo. Me-gi-doooo." Selene chants faux-ominously after Adachi, lingering a bit to peer at that weird crater he left behind. Still beaming despite the wounds, she hobbles a bit while watching Adachi climb right into that TV. "Mara, huh? that's a funny name. So Mara and..." She stares at the ball, then shrugs at Yang. "Some sciencey stuff, I think. Heck if I know how any of it works 'cause it's all... NERD STUFF. But a second name... Rrr." She stares at that other Pokeball intensely, still trying to come up with something clever. This could take her a while 
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6959/An Unexpected Visitor

2020-01-10T03:27:16Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2020/01/09
|Location=The Great Ocean
|Synopsis=A Ta-class Abyssal Battleship comes to a frontier outpost. Elites meet her.
She wants to talk, and asks for help in finding her Princess, who has gone missing.

A plan has been tentatively forged.
|Thanks=Everyone for coming
|Cast of Characters=685, 7, 705, 7187, 7170, 1122
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     A small backwater outpost. It used to be a naval base for the local government's tiny navy of one repurposed fishing trawler with a couple of machine guns strapped on... now it's a pretty bustling Warpgate border control center. Paladin Regulars and Local Militia mill around, visitors enter and exit the large circular Gate at the center. A large perimeter wall guards the land side of the outpost, and a sea-wall with a large gate controls the immediate harbour area. Small patrol craft exit and enter regularly, high speed pursuit craft for tackling pirates and smugglers, not heavy duty surface combatants.     An alarm sounds from the main building, a whoahing klaxon echos across the water, and military personnel hurry to their assigned stations. Gun turrets emerge from the walls and a voice over the tannoy system speaks as the siren winds down. "All civilians and non-essential personnel, proceed immediately to the shelter. Follow the blue lines. Repeat---" this goes on while the radio operator frantically calls in to Paladin command. "Control, this is Outpost 2145412, New Oolandur. We've got reports of an Abyssal Navy vessel on a direct course to us. Repeat. Abyssal Navy heading for this outpost, please advise."     Out at sea, a single alabaster-skinned woman skates across the water's surface, golden eyes fixed on the horizon. It's impossible to tell what she's doing from that distance, but she's already well within her gun range, and hasn't opened fire yet.     That's when a short-burst coded signal comes over radio. It's one word, repeated in several languages. "Parlay." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa had picked up the report of an Abyssal and she was quick to deploy via the warp gate. The young cyborg was out of warp gate there was no time to fit any gear for operating on the water directly. So she'd have to make do with what she could find on-site or grab out of her home's arms locker. She's a bit of a blur as she exits the gate and heads right for the water, and skits to a halt digging twin pair of grooves in the ground from how fast she stops at the signal from the Abyssal. Parlay?! That was unexpected but given Abyssals in the past they had been the odd one who had just wanted to be left the heck alone. Kotone would contacts them back. <<I'm Kotone Yamakawa of the Paladins and the Hikari fleet I am willing to Parlay.>> 

:'''{{#var:705|Reiji Arisu (705)}} has posed:''' Reiji's history with the coinflip nature of the Kanmusus is almost as long as his time active in the Multiverse. For a very long time now, he's been aware that the Abyssals of the fleet are not all the berserk monsters that many believe them to be. For a time, he was decent friends with a certain Wo-class carrier, in fact. It should be no surprise, then, that he's made an appearance here. Reiji stands atop the water as if he had somewhere learned how to walk across the waves. He hasn't, and in fact his outfit is a little different than it usually is. It's much more... traditional, like the kind of thing you might expect a Heian-era onmyoji to wear. If it weren't for the guns he's carrying around and the unusual footwear helping him stay buoyant, it'd be easy to mistake him for a historical actor. But, no. He's just... borrowed a little something from Hikari seaport, is all. "Abyssal vessel, I am Reiji Arisu, an agent with the Paladins organization. What brings you to our waters?" 

:'''{{#var:7187|Raphael Cousteau (7187)}} has posed:''' Raphael Cousteau does not, strictly speaking, know what an Abyssal is. But he has a dim idea this has something to do with 'boat ghosts', which he has *firmly* decided he is one of, in all the senses that matter. Therefore, it stands to reason he should come out there as well. He does not have cool 'stand on water' powers. He does not have neat technology. He has a motorboat. A standard, small motorboat. The kind where you pull on the motorstring to make it go. He has also placed a boombox on it, and it is blasting slow, sad music. It's a cheap boombox. The sound quality isn't great. At the very least, he has the decency to turn it off once he's within 'parlay' distance. It looks like everyone else is handling the initial meeting. That's probably for the best. He needs time to scope this out. Get a real feel for the *vibe* here. He's also got the most obnoxious grinning *Expression* on his face, but that's nothing new. 

:'''{{#var:7170|Shyra (7170)}} has posed:''' After meeting the guardian spirit, Shyra has been interested in learning more about them. This MIGHT not be the best time, but who knows? Hope springs eternal. She joins the group heading to the outpost, shimmying about behind them as she works her way along to the location. She doesn't swim on the water, however. She flies. Hanging in the sky is nearly triangular craft with a large, unwieldy tower assembly on top. Below, it is more ship-shaped, with a propeller on front and two large webbed wings that sweep through the air like oars. There appears to be no weapons whatsoever on the thing but the design is so ungainly who knows what might actually be one.     Shyra is busily piloting it along, providing transportation to anyone who wants to go along with her.     She peeks over the side, waving down from above with a cheery expression thanks to her complete ignorance of the deadly potential threat in the Abyssal's presence. Hello! She exclaims, her words popping up in the customary pink textbox. Welcome! What would you like to talk about? 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:''' LOCATION: A VERY DARK PLACE, 821m BELOW SEA LEVEL     Metal striking metal rings out deep below the waves. Brief sparks of light from each impact highlight a silhouette clad in billowing white. The hammering suddenly stops. Slowly, the figure turns glowing crimson eyes to the surface.     "...Hmm?" NEW OOLANDUR AIRSPACE     A single Abyssal fighter has been something of a regular sight around this outpost. On radar, it's a single plane. In person, it's a bone-white sphere with fins and far more teeth than anything should have. Each time it's spotted and tracked, but loiters just outside of effective range of the defensive emplacements. Usually it's there for a few hours, then just leaves in a random direction. The approaching Battleship is by far the higher priority, but the Abyssal plane's sudden change in course is still noted by the guy keeping an eye on it. Reported when it starts clearly circling and observing the Ta-class. Does it belong to her? Battleships carrying seaplanes isn't unknown, after all. It does suddenly veer away as Shyra's airship approaches, keeping its distance.     However the fortress' subsurface observational equipment probably won't miss the approaching contact entering their observation radius. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     As the outpost goes into full lockdown, and the last few civilians are secured below a titanium reinforce concrete bunker, the outpost commander steps out onto the perimeter wall. He looks out at the Abyssal, and the Elites moving to intercept/greet it. His radio crackles and he orders all operators to secure their weapons until ordered otherwise. The entire outpost has an air of rising tension.     The patrol craft all give the area a wide berth, some diverting to other ports nearby, while others turn out to sea again, going to direct inbound traffic away from the area.     The Ta-class, once it's closer to Reiji especially, comes to a stop, lifting one hand in a salute. A decidedly Japanese salute. Reiji would be able to see that the tentacles she uses as rigging have their barrels capped and mouths strapped shut, all four of them looking decidedly grumpy with the 'Peace Knot' assembly. "Parlay... Davao, is missing. Don't know where... she is... asking for help..." the tall, slender woman's speech is stilted, likely reminding Reiji of his Wo-class acquaintance.     The Hellcat's appearance gets the Battleship on edge a little, eyes lifting to track it. "That... is bad..." 

:'''{{#var:7187|Raphael Cousteau (7187)}} has posed:''' Raphael Cousteau squints. There is definitely something deeper going on here, that's without question. He consults his usual crew for advice, falling deeply into his accustomed introspection. ENCYCLOPEDIA: Your faith is touching. But no. SUGGESTION: I'm tentatively pretty sure this is legitimate, but maybe just..open yourself up a bit while I try to make sure. HALF LIGHT: It's an ambush. Turn this boat around while you still can. There are threats out there and she's leading you right into them. AUTHORITY: Listen, just establish you're in charge, and that'll buy all the time you need. He reaches outwards, fruitlessly. He's not nearly close enough to touch, but right now he's just..trying to get a feel for things. "Who is 'Davao'?" He asks, though he's only dimly paying attention to the answer. He's trying to just..do his psychic sensitivity thing, see what comes up. Is this one for real? What's her angle? 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     The fighter suddenly veers back, passing over the battleship and scooting out to sea in one of its random departure directions. In that vector, the sea's surface erupts in a pillar of foam and spray. Two crimson points shine from within, a figure becoming distinct as the water crashes back down around it until the ghostly white visage of the Princess of Progress stands upon the waves.     She reaches out, catching the retreating Abyssal scout and then lowering it to cradle the aircraft in one arm. The other hand rests upon it, blackened metal glistening across the backs of her knuckles.     "Disappeared, you say?" Midway's head inclines, merriment dancing amidst the... 'contained' hatred that glows within her eyes. The faintest uptick at the corners belies an unseen smile behind the brace of metal spikes surrounding her throat.     "Now you have my attention." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Reiji is here, which is good he's got a lot of experience. Shyra whose proven herself so far from what she's aware of and Raphael. A very new operative, there should be nothing to worry about right? He's a cop and thus a professional right there's nothing to worry about here. She makes note of the blip, she also takes note of the Ta-Class's Rigging has been peace bonded. The Abyssals response to the contact gets her concerned this can't be good. "So Davao is missing then and you want help...What or of bad?" Then Midway comes and Kotone just freezes up for half a second as Midway makes herself known. This just got a lot tenser. "Midway, how unexpected to see you. What does the Princess of Progress want with this?" 

:'''{{#var:7170|Shyra (7170)}} has posed:'''      The sight of the little flying skull almost causes Shyra to panic, but curiosity and wonder seem to stop her from immediately fleeing the tiny thing. She points at it, emitting a squeak of shock at the flying thing. She might have attempted to pursue it but things move apace.     Shyra brings the airship down, the craft eventually settling onto the ocean. It appears it can float just as easily as fly, and it brings her closer to the others. This is a good thing in her mind. Someone is missing! Oh no! Where was the last place that you saw them?     The arrival of the Princess of Progress causes Shyra to emit a loud EEP! and she almost falls right over on the deck, peeking up over the railing to stare at Midway. Oh, there's another new person! She's beautiful! Like a Princess! But also scary too. A pause. Like some kind of... Evil... Princess...? Can Princesses be evil? 

:'''{{#var:705|Reiji Arisu (705)}} has posed:''' The exorcist replies with a crisp salute of his own. The Abyssal's weapons are peacebound-- intentionally putting herself at a disadvantage means that this is a little more serious than it at first seemed. "Davao is one of the Abyssal flagships," Reiji explains, glancing briefly toward Inspector Cousteau. "From around the Philippine Islands. She had a brief engagement with Shigure and the others, but I don't think she was... /malicious./ Just bored? But if she's gone missing, that's--" Seafoam and misty spray explode out of the sea. That sonar ping wasn't just a coincidence, then. Someone else is here. Someone distinctly more troubling than a peacebound Ta-class. "You..." Reiji is-- actually unfamiliar with this one. Personally unfamiliar, at least. He's certainly read the files. "State your business here. Know that we will not brook an attack in the midst of parlay, nor shall we aggress unless forced to do so." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     The Ta-class is a mix of Sorrow, Despair, a little Anger, but also some other conflicting emotions. It's like there's two 'souls' vying for control of the body, or something like that. Her words are sincere, she is worried about 'Davao'. "Davao is... friend... little sister..." the Battleship replies toward Raphael. She's cut off from further discussion as Midway emerges like a kaiju nearby. "You..." Ta-class is clearly aggitated by the arrival and scoots toward the sea-wall and the Elites, almost as if she were afraid... Raphael would be able to tell that she /is/ afraid.     The sea-wall gunners all turn their weapons toward Midway, but don't open fire. The Commander is quick to snap into his radio to hold, reinforcing the orders.     Ta-class grits her teeth as Midway shows interst in Davao's disappearance. "If you had... anything to do with... it..." 

:'''{{#var:7187|Raphael Cousteau (7187)}} has posed:''' Raphael listens intently. The effect is ruined by the fact he's literally still grinning like an idiot the entire time. It'd look really cool and mystical otherwise, be certain. His concentration is shattered by the new fellow Boat Ghost, and he turns to face her. HALF LIGHT: FIRE! SHOOT HER DOWN! RIGHT N-- ENCYCLOPEDIA: *cough, ahem* Did we forget something? SUGGESTION: ...That aside, there's no need to shoot. She's angry, but not at us. Or at the little ship. She wants to hear from...people who create things. Like art. CONCEPTUALIZATION: Oh, that's great. Do we *know* anyone like that? Raphael shakes his head. This is getting nowhere useful, but that's just sometimes how it goes. It's time to do what it is he's good at. "She didn't. Listen to me." He says to the Ta-Class. "I'm a police officer. We're really good at finding missing people, and I'm sure that extends to finding missing ship..people. Where did you see Davao last? Did she say she was going anywhere?" His tone is warm, and comforting. 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     "Please," Midway's eyes close when the Ta-Class makes her insinuation, "Had I gotten my hands on that little upstart, our conversation would be very different." In response to Reiji, her free hand lifts and gestures to the side, "As you can see, I have not brought my parasite. Am I really so intimidating even unarmed?" Then again there's no guarantee it's not just lurking just below the surface. She's done that before. That hand is brought back in, resting atop the Hellcat. When she strokes it, those metal nails drag across its hull with a distinctive scraping noise.     Her brow furrows pensively, "I am more curious what the Air Defense Princess has gotten herself into." Her face relaxes. When she deigns to open one eye again, it fixates on the Ta-Class, "Perhaps it shall be something amusing enough to offset the insult she paid to me in our last meeting. Go on. Answer them." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa looks to Midway for a moment as she drops the name Air Defense Princess and some more of the mystery comes into place for her. "So Air Defense Princess is missing." She thinks for a moment as she looks over Ta now thinking for a moment "So Midway is not behind this then who or what could do this to a Princess class?" She semes troubled as she tries to think over the possibilities. "What do you know about what happened to the Princess?" 

:'''{{#var:705|Reiji Arisu (705)}} has posed:'''     Reflex sees Reiji position himself between the new Abyssal and the base-- and the Ta-class by extension. It's a symbolic gesture more than anything else, a sort of silent way of indicating that they're all under his protection.     "I would never have survived in this business if a pretty face was all that it took to drop my guard," Reiji says with the kind of hollowness that conjures to mind a man with a history of being bamboozled by just exactly that kind of thing. "In any event, I will hold to my word if you hold to yours. Though I must admit being somewhat suspicious of what sort of goodwill that a scorned spirit might hold toward the one responsible for a perceived slight." Spirits in general tend to hold rather lengthy grudges. "Ta-class," Reiji says over his shoulder, "Please, speak freely. What made you seek us out to help with your search?" 

:'''{{#var:7170|Shyra (7170)}} has posed:'''     Shyra cringes as the screeching noise of Midway's nails drag across the Hellcat. Y... yes. You are. she says, apparently willing to admit to Midway that her presence cows the pink healer girl. However, she is not well versed in the politics of boat ghosts, so she mostly watches the back and forth. She... came to us for help, right? Shouldn't we help her? She says... Which probably might have been more of a thing were she conscious of how much spite the two camps had for each other, but to just come out and say it? 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Ta-class is very on edge around Midway. Golden eyes remain locked on the Princess of Progress for a few very long moments, before they flick toward Reiji. "Davao... spoke of a sister... she remembered... sister..." she says. "Ta-class then remembered... sister, other sister... remember little destroyers, little cruiser, slow battleship. Others. They talk to Davao, ask stop shooting flying things."     The Ta-class is clearly struggling to explain. "Davao said... wanted good fight. Wandered off without us... found Midway, ran away. We found Davao, now Davao gone again." The Battleship then pulls something from within her rigging, and hands it to Reiji. It's a map with coordinate markers. "Is where last see..." 

:'''{{#var:7187|Raphael Cousteau (7187)}} has posed:''' There's a breath. The amnesiac, grinning idiot cop extends his arms. EMPATHY: Okay. You reassure her, right now. I don't care if you think you can do this. You reassure her, RIGHT NOW. "Listen. We're going to go find your friend, alright? All of us, together." AUTHORITY: Assert. This is the time for leadership. Everyone here needs to pull together. There is no room for dissent in these ranks! "Isn't that right, *everyone*?" He clicks his tongue, straightening up. "We're all going to go, *together*, and find this poor lost soul for the sake of her friend." He's suddenly seeming much firmer. You'd think he was actually in charge of this expedition. Midway gets an especially firm look. It appears Inspector Raphael Ambrosius Cousteau, of the 41st Precinct of Jamrock, Revachol, is also voluntelling her. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa takes a moment to put together Ta-Class story. She takes note of the map that's been passed to Reiji. She nods guessing at what it might is. Likely a map from what Ta said. "We should not delay in going to recon the region then maybe we can find some sort of clue. To where the Princess is or what happened to her." Then Raphaele barks and order at Midway and she has no idea what's going to happen from that. She tenses up for a moment so much she looks like a doll as all-natural movement /stops/. 

:'''{{#var:705|Reiji Arisu (705)}} has posed:''' Reiji takes the map and unfurls it. "I see, that's a little troubling. If she's off looking for a good fight, then that could mean any number of things..." But maybe the map itself might be able to provide some insight as to where the missing Princess might have gotten off to... And then Raphael does a thing that makes Reiji double-take. The first look is one of simple disbelief. The second one is one that suggests that the detective might have just grown a second head and isn't quite aware of the fact yet. He looks towards Midway, then, and wonders briefly how a vengeful spirit of naval warfare might feel about someone presuming to be her Admiral without her permission. Reiji carefully scoots just a little bit more directly between the Ta-class and Midway. 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     The angle of rest for Midway's eyes almost suggest a bored expression as she hears out Ta-Class' story. Internally, she places various events in their rightful places amidst the known timeline. It's remarkably simple; so Davao simply wandered off some time after biting off more than she could chew by picking a fight with a fellow Princess.     The map offered to Reiji is eyed with more interest. At last the Princess speaks up, "I should like to compare that to my own ch--"     Raphael meaningfully, sternly issues her an order. The faint scraping of her metal nails across the Hellcat's fuselage terminates in an awful metallic shriek, leaving silver lines of exposed metal across its white exterior. Instantly, her eyes are on him, the faint twitch of barely-restrained rage all too apparent. She turns in place, exhuding raw malice in a smokey red aura as she approaches the officer's speedboat, resting her free hand on the side, then drawing it down the gunwale.     One might be forgiven if they expect her to tell him off. Up until she sinks her fingers into that fiberglas hull, it very well seems like shouting is all she planned to do.     Instead, she simply lifts the boat by its internal frame, threatening to capsize it. There are no words. Only the boiling anger behind those glowing crimson eyes.     But hey she didn't pull out her equipment and she's not using guns. That's got to count for something. 

:'''{{#var:7187|Raphael Cousteau (7187)}} has posed:'''     Raphael does not seem strong of heart, and hidden behind this facade.. Is a man whose heart is physically actively trying to get off this mortal coil. HALF LIGHT: Abandon ship! Abandon ship! VOLITION: Wow! Okay! Bad move! Let's dial it back a little, and... The ship is lifted. The boombox bounces, skidding off into the water. There's a moment as the man slips, nearly falling into the water, but.. PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT: Grab! Grab onto anything! You have muscle! You can do this! One hand grips onto the side of the boat. His stance steadies. And then, suddenly, a pain in his chest. His eyes widen. Irises move to pinpoints. *Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dumbadumBADUMBADUMBADUMBADUM* Pain radiates through his chest. His free hand moves to grip onto his heart, the man sputtering. He coughs. He doubles over, nearly capsizing the boat himself, before... PAIN THRESHOLD: Fuck that. You're fine. You know what this is? This is the same heart attack you've had like eight times now. You are a trooper, and you are going to get through this. This is like some spicy chili. Calm down. He ...gingerly raises his head. That grin, despite everything, hasn't left his face. (It can't.) "...Well, if you're in charge of the expedition, that's fine too." 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     There's a few terrifying moments in which the Princess lifts the boat seemingly effortlessly. She even gives it a good shake or two. The madness only ceases when the officer inside capitulates. Her fingers release, dropping the speedboat back into the water and leaving it to bob and stabilize itself.     "I will not presume to command yours. But you may not presume to command /me/ either." 

:'''{{#var:705|Reiji Arisu (705)}} has posed:''' "Well," Reiji concludes as the situation seems to defuse. "I for one am glad that we've all managed to come mid-way on this." Beat. "Now, you were saying something about charts?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     There's a spike in tension as Midway grabs Raphael's boat. ALl those gun turrets are trained on the Abyssal Princess... you could cut the air with a knife it's so thick around those gun control crews.     a-class grits her teeth hard enough a dribble of black ichor runs from the corner of her mouth, her tentacles writhing, trying to break their straps, but only managing to impotently hiss at the Princess.     And then the moment passes, that rage is recontained and the calculating horror of the Princess of Progress returns. A thin facade over the boiling madness.     "Will not work... with her." states the Battleship, as she wipes her mouth off, smearing that black liquid across her alabaster skin. "Do not... trust." 

:'''{{#var:7187|Raphael Cousteau (7187)}} has posed:''' The noise that comes from Raphael is a pained squeak. On the upside for him, since his *Expression* still hasn't changed, maybe it's not so obvious. "Weeelll, if you don't want on the party train, that's fine by me." The cop tilts his head. "...so. I guess it sounds like everyone else is going." Finger guns are shot. He doesn't have his real ones. These are going to have to do. He clicks his tongue again. This is possibly the most aggravating man in the Multiverse, but by no means is there even the slightest gasp of glory to be had in destroying him. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa just stares for a moment she starts moving again and then it all ends in moments. She relaxes slightly at this once the boat is put down, it also hits her she could try a stunt like that if she ever had to. She edges closer to Raphael in the event something else goes wrong and she might have to tank one for the man. She looks back to Ta now thinking fast. "Then it might be best if we work separately then?" She looks to Reiji for a moment then back to ta Shyra. "If we can work out something out. I intend to aid Ta-Class." 

:'''{{#var:705|Reiji Arisu (705)}} has posed:''' Orrrr maybe /not./ The Ta-class being distraught at the thought of working with Midway is not entirely unsurprising, given her prior reaction to the greater ghost's presence. It seems the methods of the Princess of Progress are not universally beloved among her sisters. Reiji scratches thoughtfully at his chin as Raphael is unceremoniously dropped back into the waves. "Well," he says with a sigh, "I suppose that's that. I won't turn away someone who came honestly to us asking for aid, and if she's unwilling to work with a third party, I can't force her to do so." "Ta-class," Reiji asks, turning toward the first abyssal, "You understand that she may have intelligence that could help us find your missing Princess? If you're sure, then we'll try to make do on our own as best we can." 

:'''{{#var:7170|Shyra (7170)}} has posed:'''     The Ta-class explains herself, and Shyra nods. the Healer seems to be immediately engaged by the quiet, nervous attempts to explain herself and the situation at hand. The healer begins pulling a little closer. That's really interesting... We need to help her! She exclaims, apparently immediately prepared to offer her services on the words of a boat ghost she's never met.     However, there's some conflict afoot. Raphael attempts to take charge, and Midway objects. Directly. Immediately, Shyra is ducking behind the railing again. EEK! She exclaims... But the sight of Raphael clutching her chest causes the healer to rally. Someone needs healing! Shyra stands up, her staff waving in Raphael's direction as she casts a healing spell. Green sparkles rush over him, soothing his body and maybe forestalling cardiac arrest. Are you okay! Please be okay! 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     "Then I shall act as a third party," Midway's eyes close again. She turns her back to the procession, taking several long, slow steps away from the bobbing speedboat. The pace is ponderous, meaningful, and intentional.     "The Air Defense Princess despises aircraft. She finds pleasure in destroying them. It is why she sought to challenge me-- and why she fled when I opted for different weapons. I refused to play her game. It ceased to be entertaining."     She pauses, turning just enough to glower over her shoulder with one glowing, crimson eye on Reiji, "Confer the coordinate information. Aerial recon will cover the most area, the most quickly, and act as bait besides." That eye shifts to Ta-Class, "Unless you wish to be remodelled into an aircraft carrier, which I can oblige, you would be hard-pressed to do so yourself. I imagine a squadron serving the Air Defense Princess who so despises aircraft likely has few if any aircraft carriers in its composition."     Midway looks away, lifting her arm to stroke the fighter wedged in the crook of her arm once more, "Am I incorrect? It is only an assumption, after all." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Ta-class doesn't have a response for Midway's assertion. She does scoot a little more behind Reiji at the 'offer' of a remodelling. "Have heard of... your methods... will not submit for... remodel."     To Reiji she shakes her head. "Will not work with... but if can help without... being there..." she lets that one hang, while one of her four outriggers coils around to 'look' at her with its capped barrels. The Ta-class pets it lightly. 

:'''{{#var:7187|Raphael Cousteau (7187)}} has posed:''' Raphael, for his part, seems to have decided to be the responsible one. Reality shudders in protest, surely. At any rate, he pulls the string on his motorboat. INTERFACING: ..Dolores DEI, pull more evenly. He does, this time, and the engine starts up. He takes a suitably swaggerly, Captain-esque stance on his boat, and starts to plow off. He pulls out a map from his pocket, unfurling it and resting it on his knee. It is, somehow, identical to the map that Reiji has in his possession. You see, it was inside the motorboat when he started it. It just hadn't occurred to him to check it until now. He's kind of an idiot, like that. 

:'''{{#var:705|Reiji Arisu (705)}} has posed:''' Reiji watches the Ta-class' expression carefully, his own face soft with concern. "Alright," he says, once she makes up her mind, "If you're sure." Reiji unfurls the map for a moment more and fishes into one of his many pockets. He takes a moment to snap a quick photo of the map with a sleek personal smartphone, then-- Then... Raphael produces a nigh-identical chart? Uh. Hm. "Are you... Do you think that 'missing boat' of yours is the same one we're looking for, then? Hm. Well, never-the-less--" Reiji looks to Midway and offers over the chart. Is this a good idea? No, probably not. Probably... not. But maybe he has his reasons. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' It seems that things have relaxed slightly. With the danger of a fight with Midway having passed? Kotone keeps her eyes on Ta-class as she says no to Reiji's offer and she'll just leave it at that. At the moment Kotone is about to go take a look at the map to save the video footage of it when Raphael finds a nigh-identical map, on his boat. "Well that sorts things out doesn't it?" She does look questioningly at Reiji as he hands the map over, she also fires off a message to the Paladins medical staff that they should take Raphael in for a full checkup. Nothing bad could come of this, right? 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     The chart is offered. Midway turns enough to accept it in one hand, eyeing the geomancer for a moment. Right there, she unfurls the map and gives it a glance over, eyes lingering only on the actual noted coordinates.     It takes her maybe thirty seconds, all told.     The map is rolled back up and tossed back to Reiji when she's done with it, "I will commit my squadrons accordingly." Without further words, the Princess of Progress simply sinks into the water, rapidly disappearing into the depths. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     As Midway sinks and leaves, the tension on the wall evaporates, and a collective release of held breath echos across the water... the klaxon starts up again, this time as an 'all clear'. The sound is different, and the guncrews disengage. The shelter opens, but noone exits just yet. They want to be fully certain the other Abyssal isn't about to turn hostile... but the base, small as it is, largely seems to be standing down from brown alert. Some of the gun crews make their way to the barracks... likely for a change of underwear.     Ta-class, for her part, remains oddly subdued, just petting her rigging heads. There;'s something odd about how she's doing it... it's like she's imagining something else. Probably not important. 
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6911/We're all MAD here.

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:7002|Mikoto Shimizu (7002)}} has posed:''' Mikoto entered the world with a cell phone with directions written in an email to her.  Looking up, the world was...well it was certainly something!  Unlike The World, this was meant to be a living and breathing world (in a sense) and not just a fake world real enough to fool the mind for hours at a time.  The System Bus gets a giggle out of Mikoto because she knew enough about computers to get the joke.   Arriving on the center island, a young woman in an emerald-colored blouse with a pair of professional, but still classy dress that accentuated the emerald color.  A pair of nice shoes adorn her feet, as her black hair is tied up into a short pony-tail behind her head.  Though there is not much there, as Mikoto tends to keep her hair shorter. The Cathedral was a sight even from the entry port.  She whistled at it, taking a moment to take all of the sights in.  Sure it was a computerized world, but there was so much that seemed in line with a medieval world.  Then again, if you could control data like this you could make it look like anything you wanted, she supposed! Still, it was a sight to the magical girl, arms held behind her back as she started walking towards the Cathoderal itself. 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Programs mill around the streets of the city surrounding the impressive Cathoderal tower, they offer greetings to the magical girl as she passes. They look like any other person, really, though some have a monitor for a face that shows an ACCSI face emoji, with a tinny voice, some others just seem to float along without any visible means of propulsion. Then there's the LDF troops, uniformed human-likes wearing combat armour and usually accompanying a large construct of some kind. These give the foreigner a weather eye, but don't intercept her. The local DCC often has oddballs visiting her.     At the entrance to the tower, a fairly unassuming door set into the monolithic walls. It opens and out steps a young woman, not much older looking than Mikoto, and a small fairy sat on a book.     The fairy bows her head in greeting, offering a smile. "Miss Shimizu, I presume?" she asks, her voice holding a matronly quality to it, like she has to be stern more often than kind, though holds qualities of both. "I am Charta, Oracle of Locus; and this is Arcana, Lady Diamond Sister and Drive Core Candidate of the Diamond Drive." she adds in way of introduction. 

:'''{{#var:7002|Mikoto Shimizu (7002)}} has posed:''' Unlike most from home, she rather enjoys seeing new places, trying out new things, and just generally getting out.  The people were colorful, but it was an adventure for her to throw herself headfirst into.  Finally, however, her steps took her to the tower, and from it came both Charta and Arcana.   Mikoto, of course, gives a polite bow.  She knows how to properly greet others, especially those who are letting her into their house.  "A pleasure to meet you, and yes I'm Miss Shimizu.  I must say, this has been quite the walk!" She says and looks up towards the tower. "So please tell me there is an observation deck at the top?" She asks, perhaps off-topic.  With a smile on her face, however, she followed up with: "Though I guess this is not why I am here.  So maybe after?" 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Arcana giggles a little bit, whle Charta covers her mouth with a hand. The fairy says, "Lady Diamond Soul's workshop it at the apex. She likes to look out across the vista while her experiments run. It seems to calm her." The pair step aside, and gesture within. "Straight across the foyer, take the lift to its top, then take the stairs across from the lift door to the laboratory. Lady Diamond Soul is expecting you." 

:'''{{#var:7002|Mikoto Shimizu (7002)}} has posed:''' "Well that's convenient," Mikoto says with no attempt to suppress her grin even a little.  Nodding at the directions given, she walks inside at the word of her hosts and follows the simple directions. Mikoto, of course, takes in the sight of the Foyer before pushing the button to open the lift.  Once inside, pushing the button to take it to the top.   Now for Elevatorstuck. 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     The foyer is opulent. It affects a church, as befitting a building called a 'Cathoderal' The ceiling is tall, and the vaulting is decorated with important events in the Drive's history. Battles against Viruses, the disconnection from the rest of the System, the reconnection, the System Tower, fighting Caerbanrnog and rescuring the Sapphire Drive from deletion. One seems to be 'in progress' showing the untransformed state of Topaz Soul, Bellum, leaning on a railing and looking pensive. It's fuzzy and indistinct... that story hasn't been completed yet.     The lift ride is mercifully short... it's almost like it's not even a lift and just a 'loading zone' of sorts. The lift car whirrs briefly, then pings and opens the door, allowing Mikoto out into a nicely appointed corridor with a path left, and a path right, and a door with a stairwell beyond it directly ahead. 

:'''{{#var:7002|Mikoto Shimizu (7002)}} has posed:''' This was certainly interesting, it was like the data was being imprinted into a decoration.  The fuzzy and instinct one causes her to give it some extra attention.  That's something, but now she was going up up uuuuup. Stepping off, she has three choices, but Mikoto is a fan of the direct approach.  She moves towards the center door and opens it, aiming to walk the stairwell beyond it.   "I mean, I don't know what I was expecting besides more stairs.." she says, to herself. 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     The stairs platform every thirty four steps, a door leads out into another corridor. This goes up about five floors, before the stairs open out into a large, semi-open plaza atop the tower. The beam glows in the center, a torrent of energy being pulled downwards from the skybox into the Drive itself. The plaza is littered with documents, files, half-completed gadgets and automata, a few serverbots try to sift through the debris and make some order from the chaos...     Theurgus is deeper in the chaotic mess that is her workshop, chuckling to herself about something or other, talking to herself about how The Organization will not get one over on her this time. 

:'''{{#var:7002|Mikoto Shimizu (7002)}} has posed:''' Mikoto is up the stairs fairly quickly, she's a fit young woman with the stamina to spare.  At the top, she pushes through and to see... A goddamn disaster area. Wandering through the mess, pass serving robots and of course, looking at any particular half project that seems to catch her eye along the way.  Finally, she reaches Theurgus, who is seemingly mid-rant about something.   She's been around the internet slash Concord slash lair to know when someone is mid-rant.  She waits for it to get to an apex and then speaks up.   "Don't mean to interrupt, but hi!" 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Theurgus is about to unveil her Ultimate Plan(tm), when Mikoto speaks up. The Mad Magician turns, blinks, then breaks into a full belly guffaw. "WAHAHAHAHAH! Mikoto! Welcome, welcome, I didn't hear y9ou come in. Pardon the mess, I don't usually bring guests up here!" she says, nudging something aside with her foot as she steps away from the large workbench... the item returns to its original position immediately afterward, but Theurgus doesn't notice, nor seem to care. "You wish to learn how to control and expand your magicks, yes?" 

:'''{{#var:7002|Mikoto Shimizu (7002)}} has posed:''' "Well, I think your servants let me up here because I was excited to see things from the top of the building...soooo that's on me I guess!" Mikoto says with a slight laugh.  She watches the moving object with some interest, and then back to Theurgus.   "Yeah, something like that.  This one's going to need some explaining if you're not familiar with what I am.  So long story short, I'm a Magical Girl who made a wish on a talking magical bunny-cat thing.  It took advantage of my situation, so for said wish, I got magical powers, and have to fight witches so that I don't die.  OF COURSE, it didn't tell me the whole truth." "We turn into witches when we run out of magic, so we need to hunt witches to keep our magic up..." "So the long and short of it is...that I need a way to be more efficient with my power, and see if there are other ways we can cheat the system." 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Theurgus, for all the theatrics and pomp, she's actually very attentive. While Mikoto explains herself the Mad Magician's face shifts to an impassive mask with just a slight narrowing of eyes. She nods, then takes on a thoughtful pose.     Tapping her chin, she considers her options aloud. "A finite energy source, only replenishable via exterminating former peers who have already 'run dry'... Perhaps a Resource Crystal could serve as a substitute, though that would be an imperfect replacement at best." She begins to pace, various projects actively avoiding her footfalls, like a semi-sapient sea of junk parting around her as she walks... no wonder she doesn't tidy up, it never inconveniences her, so why bother? "There's endurance training, but the finite supply would make such training very dangerous... hmmm. Would it be possible to teach other methods of magickal casting, using ambient energy rather than the internal storage..."     Pace pace pace. Mutter mutter mutter. 

:'''{{#var:7002|Mikoto Shimizu (7002)}} has posed:''' "I don't know...there is a lot I don't know.  Lezard may have the information you need to better answer that question.  That is the other part of this, I need someone I can trust to help me learn more about what I can and can not do," Mikoto says. Mikoto moves to poke at one of the projects at random, seeing if it'll respond to her touch, or if it's just Theurgus.   "I made some mistakes, but...I really don't want to end up a witch.  It's...awful.  I wouldn't just die, I'd be...not me anymore.  The only thing Witches do is destroy and hurt for no reason.  There is no way back, either...so..." Mikoto shrugs, "I guess time is of the limit.  Eventually, bad luck might catch up to me." 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     "Bad luck is a myth. Only your own determination matters." says Theurgus, turning to the railing and looking out across her Drive. The area that Mikoto tries to touch shys away from her... it's almost like the junkpile is sentient, if not sapient.     "Like this place. I was tasked before I was really ready, with protecting and governing the Diamond Drive... but I've made that task my own, taken it into myself and created it anew as the very core of my being. The Drive is my Life. And my Life is the Drive." She looks over her shoulder. "Perhaps something like that could help anchor your own 'self' and stop you from becoming a 'Witch'." 

:'''{{#var:7002|Mikoto Shimizu (7002)}} has posed:''' Mikoto looks a tad crestfallen as the junk moves away from her, but oh well.  Standing up she turns towards Theurgus.  She does not immediately say anything, considering what she was saying and considering her situation.   "It might be a start.  I do not think it would prevent the witch thing...at least if I run OUT of mana...but it would prevent the other way from it occurring," She muses.   "Though I really don't have anything like that to latch on to." 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     "What you don't have, create. Conjure into existence with your own hands, will it so, and it shall be." says the Drive Core Controller. She then makes a sweeping gesture across the cityscape expanding below, out into the smaller townships, outposts, and single buildings on distant floating islands. The airships flitting about the skybox, and the far distant flashes of gunfire and magic in the darkest reaches of the Drive, where the day/night cycle has already shifted and the growing darkness slowly creeps closer. "I and my predecessors all created this with our own will. One building atop the other. This tower, this city. These walls, the airships. Everything you see here, was fashioned by pure determination and drive to succeed... to make the memory of our forebarers proud."     Theurgus then places a hand over her drive core. "I think about her... MAGUS., every day. She deresolved to save us, sacrified her source code to stop a virus from destroying what we had worked so hard to achieve." Eyes open, and look to Mikoto. "Even that memory is a powerful thing. That gives me strength to push beyond my limitations and achieve greatness." She reaches over, and touches fingertips to Mikoto's sternum. "I believe you can do much the same. You only need something to believe in with all of your being." 

:'''{{#var:7002|Mikoto Shimizu (7002)}} has posed:''' There is a wider look in Mikoto's eyes when Theurgus finishes her story, more out of surprise than anything.  The touch to her chest causes her to look away.  Something to believe in...with all of her being?  That's something tough for a seventeen-year-old girl to really conceive.  Then again, this was all a bit much for a normal girl.   "You say it like it's so easy.  That something like that will so easily come around...the only thing I want, more than anything in the world..." she says, with a sigh.  That wish, despite everything, still burns in her.  "A family." She turns, taking a moment to wipe her eyes.  "That's the problem...my real family was taken from me.  I was abandoned by what was left...and then my second one was destroyed by a witch." "As long as this is a thing that will happen to me...what hope is there for something I want?  I have to find a way to overcome this problem.  A way to NOT be a witch." 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     "I never said it would be easy." retorts Theurgus, turning and lifting herself up to her full height. She's really tall when she's not hunched over scheming. "Anything worth having must be fought for, tooth and nail, bit and kernal. You want family." she kneels, looking up at the young woman. "Let the Concord be your family. No mere Witch will destroy us." She grins, an almost unhinged expression, showing the true Madness within the digital goddess. "That I can promise you."     She makes a gesture, and a small box appears in her hand. She brings it to center, opens it and extracts a single, prismatic gemstone. "This is a Resource Crystal. An invention of my own. It stored condensed and refined System Resource for use outside of The System. Resource allows all my magicks, my Drive Core Control Node and all my other powers to function... I have no proof, but I believe we could adapt this design to act as a pseudo Grief Seed, replenishing your mana." she looks up from the faceted jewel. "I will liase with Lezard, since he is taking point on that particular front." 

:'''{{#var:7002|Mikoto Shimizu (7002)}} has posed:''' Mikoto was actually surprised to learn that Theurgus was taller than she appeared.  She just thought that being a hunched over thing was just part of what she was.  The idea of the Concord being a family was...not a foreign idea.  There were people who did a lot for her already and in the end, Theurgus was here doing for her.   A release of breath and a smile returns to her face.  "Yeah...I know.  I just worry that it's not a random witch to hurt anyone here, but...well me.  I'm really frightened of that, hurting those I care for and care for me...but Lezard was right about one thing.  I just can't wait sitting to wait for the inevitable." Her eyes focused on the crystal.  "It's worth a shot, I imagine we'd need to collect a Grief Seed..." she considers.  "I mean, I like you and Lezard, but I'd rather not let you experiment directly on my soul crystal." 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     "Understandable. It is you, after all, correct?" she says, standing once again and returning the crystals to her inventory. The box vanishing in a flurry of little blue cubes. "Fear is a natural response. Some would even call it healthy. My only advice is to not let that fear control you, the Concord is full of the best minds, and most powerful warriors. Even if you did become a Witch, we would bring you back. No matter what it takes." 

:'''{{#var:7002|Mikoto Shimizu (7002)}} has posed:''' "Well, self-preservation rather than fear.  I'd rather not die, if at all possible.  Some call that greedy, but what do they know?" She says, shrugging.  Though, to the declaration that they'd bring her back, she is not sure what to say.   "It's never been done," she says, at first, "But I guess if you guys decided you wanted to do it, it'd be done," she says with a wry smile.  "Alright, I'll...but that faith in you.  Just, one thing?  No more of that thing Lezard did?  Having others turn into witches for me is probably just as bad as becoming one myself." 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     THeurgus nods. "It will be more dangerous, but I will impress upon Lezard that we should capture those who have already turned for reseasrch purposes... if we can bring one of them back, then the method can be refined and adapted." she says. "You are a valued member of the Concord." 

:'''{{#var:7002|Mikoto Shimizu (7002)}} has posed:''' Mikoto nods, "The ones that were...used are no more, the grief seed that is there is in the hands of Lilian of the Paladins...though she let me use it to restore my mana.  Then jammed it into her neck.  She's not a witch, which is weird..." "There is a lot we don't know, but hey...we learn little by little." A beat, "So do you mind if I look out the window some more?" 
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6882/The Sea and sky... are beautiful

2019-10-20T03:08:06Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Report logged, Paladin forces deployed.     Shigure and Yamashiro sail at speed from Her Majesty's Naval Base in Clyde, making best possible speed to the last reported location. Shigure is sweeping with surface radar, and Yamashiro has her recon plane pioneering ahead.     A Royal Navy frigate has been tasked with escorting the kanmusu and anyone else that accompanies them, providing transport for those without the ability to skate across the water, or their own transport. Shigure radios to those accompanying her. <"We don't know what to expect, this is new behavior from any Abyssal thusfar encountered. Be prepared for anything.">     The group will find themselves in the company of a statue-like alabaster figure. Davao is hunched over, face obscured by her long white hair, and her parasitic 'rigging' hangs limply, dragging in the water in her wake. The Princess is under-way, albiet slowly, clocking in at approximately 5 knots but appears completely unresponsive, even after being lit up by search radar or other sensors. Where are her escorts also, the Ta-class, the Ri-class and the various smaller destroyers. They do not show up on subsurface scans or long range radar. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      It has been a while since Evangeline deployed with the Hikari Defense Force, but she is here today. The little Neuroi stays above the fleet for the duration of the trip to reach the Abyssal Princess, then once they near it Evangeline flies ahead to do some scouting. She approaches with weapons lowered and circles slowly, looking for signs of activity other than the steady movement.      <"...if she stays on this course...where will she reach land...?"> Evangeline asks Shigure over the radio as she keeps circling. <"...she may not be attacking...but we should still try to alter her course if she is headed toward a settlement or base..."> Those who might be in audio range of her might notice that...her voice only comes in over the radios. She doesn't seem to be speaking aloud. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Coming from the opposite direction of those joining the Hikari fleet is... Nobody? Nobody. At least, nobody on the surface of the water. After hearing about the movements of an unknown Abyssal, Haguro's curiosity has been successfully piqued! Naturally, her first instinct is to scope out the place, lingering below the surface to keep herself partially hidden save for the eerie glow from her eye trailing mere inches under the waves. Also, she needs to get used to staying underwater. It's still absolutely terrifying, but at least she's not screaming and flailing now. It's just hard to really focus on scouting for that unknown Abyssal at the same time, too. 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     Davao has nothing in the way of escorts, that much is plain. The only contact in the Abyssal's direction other than the princess herself is far, far to the south. A tiny, fleeting radar signature that might be a single aircraft.     That aircraft, keeping its distance and shadowing the slow-moving Abyssal, is a toothy white beach ball trailing glowing red mist; An Abyssal Avenger, with no payload, keeping tabs on the errant hate ghost. A tiny camera lifts from Davao, zooming in on the cargo ship as it turns away, and the force that's arriving to investigate.     In the twilight depths of the sea, crimson eyes open to narrow, glowing slits. 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' Rean's floating over the water, his uniform looking like it's made of iron due to Evangeline's powers. Davao's kind of just gliding forward on the water, head lowered and slumped over. "Is she even awake?" Rean says as he slowly approaches the Abyssal Princess. "She looks like she's sleepwalking. Er...Sleepsailing?"  He flies in closer, and circles her a few times, thinking. If she really was just sleepwalking, then they needed to either stop her somehow or wake her up. Rean stops circling Davao...right in her path, in fact. It's not like she was moving fast enough to be dangerous. His sword's out of its sheath though, just in case this winds up being a rude awakening. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure and Yamashiro hang back, leveling guns on the Princess, but holding their fire. They're waiting to see what happens.     As Evangeline and Rean approach, the Abyssal stirs a little, lifting her head to track baleful red eyes across the two though her rig doesn't move at all. "Little... flies..." she murmurs, echoy voice wafting like a ghostly whisper across the water. She doesn't stop when Rean interposes himself in her path, instead leaning to one side slightly and adjusting course to go around him, now moving southward, towards the radar blip.     Haguro doesn't go completely unnoticed, Yamashiro's recon plan is circling above her position, though the Kanmusu seem to either not notice yet, or are ignoring the cruiser's presence in favour of the Princess's actions. 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' Davao just...sails around him, continuing to move forward. "Huh?" Rean says, turning to follow her path.  Her voice sounds odd as well. Her course changes to go towards the radar blip, in fact. "...You can't tell what that radar blip is, right? Just that it's there and not moving?" Rean radios to Shigure. "How far away is it?" 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline moves to pace with the princess as she alters course to go around Rean. "...where are you going...?" she asks Davao, her voice coming through the radios and out-loud this time via a big red watch around her right arm. <"...we are now headed toward the other contact...it is hard to tell for sure from here...but I think it is an Abyssal aircraft..."> she says, this time just over the radios. <"...distance is difficult...it is at the very edge of detection range..."> 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' There's the Abyssal! And... There's several suspicious planes both nearby and in the distance. Haguro winds up surfacing a little while after, both to get a clearer view of what's going on, and because it is still scary submerging for so long. No sense freaking out before she even sees what's really going on here. When she spots Davao proper, she also catches sight of the other responders in the area. There's a curious glint in that glowing eye of hers as she watches their approach to the unknown Abyssal, adjusting her cap and drifting forward slowly to make her own presence known once her cap is properly in place. "H.. Hello. Are you lost?" It's not clear if she's directing that towards the Abyssal or Rean and Evangeline, and her glance even keeps shifting between the three of them. Shigure and Yamashiro are a bit too far off for her to have the same conversation with, after all! 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     The inconsequential blip seems to realize it's been spotted, banking sharply towards the Abyssal and her newfound entourage. As it draws closer, it's more easily identified as one of the upgraded aircraft favored by the Black Fleet, round and white rather than oblong and black. It's also clearly not armed, being a bomber with no obvious payload. A trick to increase an aircraft's range for recon purposes.     Unless intercepted or shot down, the plane passes overhead rather harmlessly.     To the south, the sea erupts in a geyser of salt and spray. When the water crashes back down, a figure in white stands upon the sea's surface. Her skin bone-white, her eyes crimson, a nightmarish brace of jet-black steel spines ringing her neck and obscuring the lower half of her face.     The Princess of Progress lifts one hand, resting fingertips thoughtfully to her cheek. The other cradles her elbow. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     As the Avenger passes overhead, Davao suddenly lurches into a blinding flurry of action. Rigging snaps up, opens its jabbering jaws and fires a massive burst of flak shells at the passing aircraft. Far more than strictly necessary to down it. Red eyes then lock onto Midway as the other Princess emerges. "You... I've been looking for you." she snarls, suddenly very attentive and very angry.     Shigure waves the human frigate away, radioing to it to disengage, while she and Yamashiro move into a blocking position, coming closer to Haguro by coincidence. "Hello. Haguro." says Yamashrio, keeping her eyes on Midway. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline's arms snap up and the ends start to glow with a sinister red light as Davao suddenly reacts to the aircraft. But, when Davao does not shoot at them, Evangeline lowers her arms (though they are still glowing). "...you do not like Midway...?" the little Neuroi asks Davao before swiveling in air to face Midway. "...what are you doing here...? ...and why does this one not like you...?" she asks Midway.      She turns her head slightly toward Haguro when she speaks up, then shakes it just barely. "...no...we came to investigate why this Abyssal was moving alone and at such a slow pace..." 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' A figure with scaly armor comes out of the water, looking an awful like one of Davao's cohorts. Rean readise his sword, preparing to fight her...and then she speaks. Rean's eyebrows furrow. He knows that voice.  "Wait, Haguro?" Rean says. "What happened to you?" he asks. She was still a Fleet maiden when he last saw her, after all. "Uh, anyway, what she said." he continues, indicating Evangeline. Then Davao suddenly wakes up and fires on a passing aircraft. Then another familiar voice sounds over the radio. "...Midway." Rean says. Davao fires on her too, and it looks like the smaller Abyssal has some sort of grudge to settle. Well, that was unexpected. What exactly happened between them? 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     The recon bomber stands no chance, chewed apart by anti-air munitions and flak. Trailing smoke and flames, it spirals down into the sea with a satisfying splash.     Midway's eyes travel from the downed aircraft to the approaching Princess. When questioned, Midway's eyes close, "Were you one of my failures? No, I believe I would recall an outcome this close to success." Eyes open, narrow glowing slits of scarlet, "You also lack the respect typically afforded me by those who have served me. So that theory seems unlikely."     She lowers her hands, then spreads them to either side. The sea behind her parts, the great sphere of her parasitic equipment rising behind her. Mismatched teeth part in a deep, throaty rumble while crimson mist seeps from the corners of that nightmarish mouth, "If it is me you seek, Air Defense Princess, than just what is it you intend to do." 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' And then Midway arrives. Haguro hears her before she sees her, and that blue glow in her eye flickers red for a brief moment while she spots that aircraft in the sky. That leads to spotting the geyser from the corner of her eye, and then it turns red for another few seconds while the Re-class Abyssal stares right at the Princess of Progress. So many options. So many ways this could go. Things have changed since their last meeting, though, and Haguro takes several of those seconds to compose herself, then adjust her admiral's cap once more before turning back towards Davao. There's surprise in Haguro's eyes (the visible one, anyway) she Davao actually fires on Midway's aircraft, and she's not entirely sure how to even react to that. Yamashiro gets a distracted nod towards her in greeting, and Evangeline too gets an acknowledging nod when she explains their reasons for being here. Rean gets a more verbal response since she's pretty sure she hasn't seen this happen before. "Oh. Um. I died, but I got better?" She certainly looks different, at least, between her general color palette going from black and purple to white, white, and some black with a big honking mouth-tail coming out of her midsection. Said tail turns towards those escort ships leaving the area, drooling for a few moments. Too bad they left. When Midway approaches and explains herself, Haguro regards her cautiously once more. "This is your territory, then?" Straightening up, the Abyssal Cruiser drifts back slowly to take better stock of everyone present. She's still not sure what to make of Davao, but her earlier reaction to Midway has already piqued Haguro's curiousity as she turns towards her once more. "I see... Ma'am? Are you going to be alright here? Do you need help going.. Um. Somewhere else?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Davao clenches her fists... then, as if a switch has been flipped when Midway's equipment emerges, she chuckles. It's the same sadistic sound Rean would remember from when the Abyssal attacked the Airship in his world. "I'm bored... I want to fight you... oh, Samar sends her regards, by that I mean she wishes you would die and never rise again." the Air Defense Princess reclines back in her symbiote, the jaws clacking and drooling as they glare back at Midway's own parasite.     Haguro addresses her, and a bored glance is afforded to the cruiser. "Leave? When my entertainment just arrived? You must be joking." She makes a dismissive gesture before looking back at Midway. "Well?" 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline gets no answers to her questions and so just floats there silently, listening to the others. At least until Davao says she is bored. Evangeline tilts her head lightly. "...being bored is not a good reason to fight...unless you fight in a place like the Shrine of Adversity..." she says, her synthetic voice once again coming from her watch. "...We can provide directions..." she adds after a few moments.      Of course, it would actually be okay if they decided to fight here, as far as Evangeline is concerned. There are no innocent people around, and she doesn't like Midway very much. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' This one's related to Samar. That's enough information for the Ne-class to start putting some pieces together, and she drifts back a bit further as hostilities between Davao and Midway become more visible. "If that's the case, then... Do as you wish." Haguro doesn't seem interested in stopping a potential fight between the two so far. Instead, she starts glancing around to see just how close they are to land. "The area seems isolated enough. You wouldn't have to worry about interlopers out here." She chuckles briefly while putting some more distance between herself and everyone else. No sense putting herself in the line of fire here. She does, hwoever, look like she wants to watch. 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' "O-Oh." Rean says. "Glad to hear you're ok, I guess...?" Davao continues to be Davao, deciding to fight Midway because she's bored. It's open ocean, so unless they were in the middle of a trade route or something they could explode one another all they want. Rean shrugs. "Honestly, as long as you two don't mess with any other ships that are passing through, you can do whatever you want." 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     "The entire sea is my territory," Midway states in an even tone when Haguro questions her, "The precise border is up for debate depending on whom you consult on the matter." Her gaze shifts back to her fellow Princess, regarding the pale girl. The rage in her glare is obvious, and yet when she speaks her voice is that same steady monotone.     "I have no interest in providing your entertainment. Indulging in the barking of mad dogs is a waste of my time." Eyes closing, she lifts a hand, "I monitored you only to see if you would do something of interest." That same hand is thrust down, the woman crouching as she does to reach beneath the sea's surface, "You are the Air Defense Princess. You believe that your anti-air might will give you an edge against the Princess of Progress."     Rising up, she wrenches a device from the water. Black metal, glistening wet and covered in cannon turrets. The armguard cannon rigging of a Ri-class heavy cruiser. As she straightens, Midway lobs this up over her shoulder, right into the waiting mouth of her parasite.     "You expected air squadrons," The parasite's mouth clamps down, then splits open, disgorging paired platforms of multi-barreled cannon turrets, "I will not play your game. And if you continue to annoy me..." Talon-tipped fingers clench, scraping together, "I will tear you apart to further my research." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     If there's any fear in the Air Defense Princess, it doesn't show. As the others start to back off, the Air Defense Princess just chuckles. "Samar was right. You /are/ a cranky old hag." Davao sighs. "And here I was hoping to have a challenge worthy of my time." She stands back up, her symbiote twisting around to look at the others backing off, before returning to the shifted Midway. "Fine, I'll go find someone else who might be able to make me feel something." With that, the Princess crashdives, like gravity suddenly took hold and pulled her down beneath the waves. A high-speed blip on sonar trails away from the group, before breaking away from range.     Shigure frowns... that was not usual... and now they have an upset Princess of Progress who might just want to take frustrations out on them to deal with. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Haguro doesn't bother hiding her disappointment, and neither does her gut tail. Keeping her arms crossed lightly over her chest, she turns her gaze instead towards Rean, Evangeline, Shigure, and Yamashiro on one side, and Midway on the other side. "... So. What do you intend to do now?" It's clear that she's testing the lot of them, but what that test is... Does she have something more devious in mind? Or is she just trying to sound wiser than she actually is? It's probably the latter. 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' And then Davao just bails, since Midway doesn't want to play with her. Rean turns to Shigure and the others. "Do we pursue her?" he asks. She was probably going to go off and cause more mischief but who knows where she got off to? 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     "Insolent," Midway states with a slight edge in that carefully measured tone of hers. When Davao sinks out of sight, the Princess of Progress lobs a canister into the water behind the fleeing destroyer. It's soon revealed to be a depth charge, blasting up a geyser of water. Not expressly to damage the other Princess, though Midway certainly won't lose sleep over that. More to send the message of how close she got to something she'd probably regret.     Seemingly satisfied, Midway adjusts her facing to more directly stare down Haguro, Rean, and the two kanmusu. She's aware of Evangeline's floating about, though pays the neuroi no direct glance.     "If this were some ploy to lure me forth-- consider yourself successful," Her head tilts forward, casting her eyes into the shadow of her bangs and accentuating the ominous crimson glow they give off, "Choose your next move carefully. The barking dog has eroded my patience."     "If you are not affiliated with her, than I recommend disabling her engines and delivering her to me," Her head tilts back, the menace shifting to an almost arrogant or haughty posture, "Modernization is well overdue." 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline watches as Davao retreats, then looks toward Rean before over at Shigure. "...it is your operation...what are your orders...?" she asks, both out loud and over the radios this time.      When that geyser of water shoots upward, Evangeline lets out a screech that is a mixture of electronic and metallic as she rushes to avoid it by quickly flying upward. When it seems she is clear of getting splashed, she comes to a stop again, hovering horizontally and looking down at those below. "...I will not do that...delivering her to you would be as bad as letting her reach land somewhere...or a shipping lane..." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure looks to Rean. "She's already outside of sonar range... last course has her heading southeast, probably back to her origin site." says the destroyer girl before blue eyes lock onto Midway. "As others have said before, we came to investigate Davao's actions. You are a rogue element to this operation." The destroyer then scoops a hand, half-turning as if to leave. "HDA and Paladin units, we are withdrawing. A fight here serves no purpose." She does keep an eye on Midway, just in case the Princess wants to press an attack. 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' Yeah, that didn't sound ominous at all. "I think I'll pass." Rean says. Shigure informs the group they're withdrawing, and turns to leave. "Understood." Rean says, and follows after her. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' With the trio of Hikari-affiliated responders choosing not to start a fight, Haguro shrugs lightly before turning to Midway. "I am not affilaited with the..." She pauses briefly, glancing over at Shigure when she names Davao. "Davao. But if you want her brought to you, then..." She pauses to glance over once, then adjusts her cap while steeling herself. "What do you have to offer me in return?" 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     The fleet turns away. Midway finds herself rebuked, tilting her head forward silently as backs are turned towards her and offers are declined. Her parasite's reaction is to start shuddering violently, rolling back and yawning its mouth open. The cannons are vomited out into the water amidst a slick of oil, the Ri-class rigging smoldering as it sinks-- as if it had just been bathed in corrosives.     But there is one voice that does not reject the Princess out of hand. The abyssal Haguro is regarded carefully. Anger still burns in Midway's eyes, but it is that same restrained glow she typically has. Less rampant. Less likely to explode. Midway lifts a hand, touching her fingertips to her cheek in thought, gliding them down until the metal talons clatter against the spiked brace she wears.     "You still field 8 inch cannons, fifty calibers. Five inch secondary battery. Anti-air defenses of .50 and .30 caliber machine guns. 21 inch torpedoes, Type 91, no? Even in this pure form, some things rarely change." Her eyes close, "Does your navy still use those pathetic 25 millimeter autocannons as well? I do have something far superior which occupies the same deck space."     An eye opens, "Although we are still far from allies, are we not, Ne Class? Any weapons I reward you with are going to be used against me sooner or later." 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline nods lightly as Shigure's orders come through, then turns to leave. That is until Haguro offers to help Midway in exchange for something. The little Neuroi stops, then rotates her entire body to face Haguro rather than turning just her head. "...you...know what Midway does...what she did to you...and you are willing to help her...?"      The Neuroi stares for a long moment, then...she shakes her head lightly and continues after the others. "...even if she is an enemy of Hikari and humanity...I will not allow her to be imprisoned and experimented on if I can help it...that happened to me and...I will not let it happen to others..."      There is a bit of a dark static in her usual transmission frequency. This particular subject hits very close to home for her. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' To say Haguro's relaxed in this situation would be a complete lie, but neither does she actively show fear in Midway's presence. Tension, yes, but that's to be expected in the face of someone who's already sank Haguro once before. "I've made some upgrades, but the classics are what they are." She shrugs at the talk of a navy, stuffing her hands into nonexistent pockets to try and look nonchalant before realizing that her armor is distinctly lacking in pockets. "I'm not exactly a member of the Hikari Fleet these days, anyway. I have worked with them a few times since..." She furrows her brow, glancing aside for a moment when Evangeline speaks. She nods once at the Neuroi, then turns to Midway with that earlier faux-disinterested gaze. "... The changes. But fixating on the past won't help either of us." Haguro adjusts her cap, then her eyes flicker red, her gut-tail snaps in a clear display of hostility, and it's clear that she's having trouble keeping her cool here. She's still trying, though, and she even jerks her gut-tail back forcefully before settling into another, calmer (and definitely forced) smile. "As Vice-Admiral of the Luthan Fleet, I'd like to move past that and try a fresher outlook than before. Y.. Your thoughts, Princess of Progress?" 

:'''{{#var:1122|Midway (1122)}} has posed:'''     The tail snaps. Midway's eyes dart to it, and her parasite's maw gnashes in return. It remains behind her, however. As restrained as it's going to get. Her gaze travels from that to the floating Neuroi, narrowing just slightly. She does remember dealing with that little alien in the past, after all.     It's an uncomfortable pause before Midway returns her attention to Haguro, "So it is something somewhat less tangible that you seek. Not my inventions, but my cooperation towards some endeavor." Those eyes close, hand lifting to touch her forehead between her eyes, "I will ignore the indolence of a common cruiser speaking so brazenly to a Princess. It is clear you have found your confidence, at least."     Midway lowers her hand, fixing a gaze on Haguro, "Bring me the Air Defense Princess and I will owe you a 'favor'. That is what you are expecting, isn't it?" She leans forward slightly, "It is by my curiosity alone that I agree to this. Bring her to me and use your boon wisely." 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Eventually. I might have something more tangible in mind in the future, but for now..." Haguro's smile widens just a smidge, even looking genuinely pleased when Midway gives her that sort-of compliment. Having some sway over Midway in the future could certainly be useful, but would it be worth it? Could Midway be trusted? Fresh start. That's what she told the Princess she wanted, and that's what Haguro has to believe herself if she's ever going to move forward. She straightens her posture again as Midway leans forward, then dips into a light bow at the waist. "I'll see what I can do regarding the Air Defense Princess. Until next time, Midway." And with that, Haguro turns to leave, her gut-tail needing another yank to stop it from 'staring' daggers at Midway's parasite. 
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6817/Fight on the beach

2019-08-30T02:25:04Z

LucidBreeze: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/08/29 |Location=The Moon Cell |Synopsis=Theurgus wanders into enemy territory. Fights Touta for control. |Thanks=Touta for being an awesome op..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/08/29
|Location=The Moon Cell
|Synopsis=Theurgus wanders into enemy territory. Fights Touta for control.
|Thanks=Touta for being an awesome opponent, and Nobunaga for hosting this thing to begin with
|Cast of Characters=1103, 1143
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     ALERT, Area is under attack. One hostile servant detected, Caster-class     Something along those lines at least. Theurgus, the Mad Magician, was taking a walk along the beach when the Nobbu started shooting at her! The shots go wide, whizzing past her or plaffing up the sand at her feet. "Impertinent underlings! I am The Mad Magician! How dare you accost me so!" she bellows, summoning her staff and sweeping a wide arc of wind magic to blow the little homonculii away. She continues walking, repeating the sweeping, or firing bolts of magical energy to clear her path. "Traitorous little..." grumble grumble. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''     ALERT, Area reinforcements incoming. One hostile servant detected,     Saber-class     The little Nobu goes flying before its caught by Touta, the...vampire kid? He makes his presence known as he steps in to block her path as she tries to run through his teams Nobus. "Man, I thought when the alarms were gonna go off like that it was gonna be all out war or something. Wait a second... You're that girl who's teamed with Seifer and Hime-chan right?! Guess it's a bit earlier than expected but guess we'll get this show on the road!"     Without another word Touta's kicking up sand as he charges at Theurgus. He doesn't have any long range weapons so he does the next best thing by flinging the nobu he just caught to slug this caster off his turf before she can blaster him! His other Nobus (hopefully not eating his sand) follow behind with bayonets in hand...Maybe he should have ordered them to shoot more? 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Theurgus blinks as someone steps out that isn't a Nobbu. "At, I had wondered what machination of The Organization that hellish squawking was." she remarks, twirling her staff before setting it into the sand by the end-cap. "I am Theurgus, The Mad Magician... And yes, I supposed we shall begin." She lifts her free hand to her mouth, and emits a sharp whistle, that brings Nobbu wearing her team's colours charging in to clash with Touta's, spear and bayonet, musket and pistol.     The flung Nobbu comes flying at her, flailing and looking ready to shank the magician with its bayonet; Theurgus just sidesteps and lets it sail past into the rush of her own forces.     She then brings her staff up, and unleashes a volley of wind-elemental magic bolts. The marble at the cap of her staff gleaming bright green as it fires off like a machine gun. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      The Nobu shot gets evaded with ease. Damn it. Her retaliation is immediate as she lets out her volley of wind magic which is a bit more difficult to deal with than some thrown Nobu. The quick wind bullets stop Touta in his stride as they knock him back with each blow. But he finds an opportunity to evade and continue his charge.      "Oh yeah, well my name's Touta Konoe! The guy who's kicking you off his lawn!" Getting into close-combat range he brings his blade towards the sand and slices it into the ground whipping up a sandstorm at the magician to impair her vision of her opponent. He takes this opportunity to come up from behind her and slam his blade into her ribcage to return the favor. 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     As the swordsman dodges around her fusillade, the magician grips her staff. As he kicks up sand to blind her she dodges to the side, barely scraping past the slame of that blade. It connects, and digs out a furrow of her back to reveal angry looking red fragmented code beneath. She's a Program, after all, no bones to break or organs to attack.     She feels it though, wincing as she stumbles slightly, using her staff to support her as she wheels around. "This Island belongs to the Lunar Royals. All others are simply pretenders to the throne." she states, seeming to believe whole heartedly that this is really WAR, and not some overblown game a questionably mad Archer thought up. Leveling her staff at Touta again, she intones a quick cantrip. "Frostfire Storm." A 'wall' of ice travels from her staff's head, towards Touta, and arcs after him like a homing missile. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      Touta spots the red augmentation that appears when he cuts at her instead of flesh. As a matter of fact there's a bit of relief when he sees her stumbling off. "Looks like you're not human huh? Guess I shouldn't worry as much, or well...I shouldn't worry that much either way I guess...Mmm, I mean I guess we are in a war ga- Ah!"      Before he can even finish his statment the magician's spell overwhelms and crashes down onto Touta. It catches him and several of his Nobu before he finds himself able to get up again.      He spits out some blood from his mouth as he gives Theurgus a smirk, "Yeah, you're really not pulling any punches. Alright...Guess I gotta try a little harder or else I won't be able to look Riku and Penelope in the eyes later...Catch the earth..."      It was strange the boy was already covered in injuries and yet it seemed like he was already starting to heal. Without even any incantations and just as she finds herself distracted with those wounds...The boy disappears! Without even kickig up any sand from his stride he shoots back towards the witch at blinding speeds intending to drive his knee into the woman's gut before she even realizes what's hit her. 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Theurgus looks at the damage she's wrought, blue eyes impassive as she surveys the extent she's pushed the young fighter already. And then he's suddenly in her face between refreshes of her optical subroutine. Even still, her reaction times are far in excess of a normal human and she's already pushing back from the strike as it lands, mitigating the damage caused. She stumbles, plants her staff, and uses it to swing herself out and around, hurling herself further away to give herself a few precious seconds.     "Icy Claws that rake at life. Striking wild to fash thy foe. Pierce and sunder. Rend and maul, light this hour, heed my call. Shiver Dust! The sky clouds over, and the temperature plummets drastically as it... begins to snow!? A howling wind kicks up, and the snow starts to swirl around Touta, dropping the temperature and peppering him with icy needles with the speed of the sudden storm. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      Touta lands his blow but finds that this program is tougher to crack than he thought. She finds herself quickly getting out of his range once more as she prepares another of her spells. Her decision to keep her distance, her decision to inhibit him rather than just go straight for damage with her hail storm spells proves effective. Touta might be immortal and can manage with the icy needles that pelt at him so frequently, but the cold is slowly ensnaring him in a violent grasp and he knows that if this keeps up well he'll be likely frozen...On a beach of all places. "Like hell I'mma let that happen!"      At the very least Touta can say that he's known enough ice magic to be tolerant, not impervious, but intolerant. He uses Shundo again and uses that momentum to launch himself into the sky with his blade raised overhead.      "One-hundred Thousand Fold!!!"      The boy goes into a ninty-degree plummet downwards towards Theurgus. She's about to experience an ice-needle of her own about to try and deal with her! 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Theurgus isn't a passive caster. Once she's cast the spell, she's moving perpendicular to the other warrior, throwing off his aim just enough that she only loses an arm, instead of getting bifurcated. The limb shatters into voxels that then dissapear, leaving her with the stump of a right arm which is emitting a few 'spikes' of damaged code as the subsystem begins to self-repair, albeit slowly. She redirects her Resource away from that at the moment. She still has her left arm, she can still fight and win this.     "You are strong." she compliments, twirling her staff and unleashing a few 'blades of wind-magic with each twirl, aiming to hem Touta in while the storm continues to rage, though its beginning to flag from not being maintained. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      Touta watches her as she fights. The way she dodges his falling way, willing to sacrifice her arm to avoid impending danger, all of it making sure to optimize her chances of winning. It makes him smile all the more when she compliments him, "You're pretty cool yourself! It says alot for a magician like yourself to fight like that! You've gotta be crazy talented or something! I bet you even give Hime-chan a run for her money!" With all that banter though, Touta's really shouldn't be in shape for talking. He might be healing like crazy but he's still feeling his vitality getting sapped by this storm. The only relief he's got is in the fact he can feel his body slowly healing if only a bit. That his body restoring itself allows him to keep moving, and by continuing to move he can buffer the worst of this storm's effects. While he doesn't say it, it's clear he has no intention to give up this fight just yet either!      "Guess I gotta dig a bit deeper!!!"      The boy's arm begin to accrue a black miasma that changes the shape of the child's small arms into more gauntlet like fists. It's less like he's powered up though and more as though he's digging into his reserves just to keep himself afloat. Perhaps an indication of how much juice he himself has left. But regardless he goes on the offence swinging his blade relentlessly inorder to avoid her from using any more grandiose spells on him before he's ready. 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Even with a single arm, Theurgus has a bit of finesse with a staff. She uses the metal pole to parry the blade, batting it aside so it strikes a shoulder, or a leg instead of cutting into her torso, where her core functions reside. Sprays of red code fly from her, like blood, with each strike, but she's managing to cope in close quarters well enough.     Theurgus then whistles, drawing attention of some of the Nobbu, who then rush to their 'commanders' aid, trying to pile onto Touta while Theurgus backs off again. "I suppose you have earned the respect required for this." She dismisses her staff for a moment, instead holding a crystal that looks like it has a plasma rainbow trapped within it. As she presses this to her chest, she speaks a single word. "Access." Engulfed in a pillar of white light, the mage reemerges with both arms, a new outfit and large metallic clockwork 'armour' in places around her feet, waist, shoulders and head, making her look like some kind of valkyrie. Her hair billows in unfelt wind, and shimmers like an oil slick on the inner side, being a chrome-like metallic on the outer side. Eyes are heterochromic, one remaining blue, the other turned red, and they switch randomly as she blinks. "I am Diamond Soul."     She summons her staff again, and with a flourish, speaks words of power. "Guardian Program. Superior Network, bring unto me the runtime thine process doth bear; as I render unto thee. Prove the offenses of my foe fruitless. Annihilate their aggressions, Vanquish their hope. Split the Null! Divine Ray!" The marble at the head of Theurgus' staff shines a brilliant white, as the clouds dissipate. Only for a beam of incandescences so bright calling it 'white' would be a disservice, lancing down onto Touta, and the Nobbu she uses to get some space like an orbital strike. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''     Touta's tired and before he realizes it he's being dogpiled, it seems she's much more competent when it comes to team combat. If they're comparing strength Touta definitely has the upper hand to deal with these Nobus from overwhelming him, but there are just so damn many! "Gah! Get off! Beat it!" While he's trying to get these minions off of him, it looks like Theurgus is already preparing her final attack. Even more than Touta she goes through a transformation he's pretty sure he's never even seen before. It's almost like she's a different person and she announces herself as such. Before he has any time to question it, before he has any time to think of what to do next, the white light from above pierces down from above and disintegrates Touta in the most literal sense along with friend and ally Nobu alike. All that's left of the poor boy is spilled blood across the battlefield left from the rain of light.     "Aaaah, that definitely was a kill blow. Theurgus, or Diamond Soul, or whoever you are, you're crazy strong yourself...But!!!"      The boy's voice rises, from just a single splatter of blood the entirety of the boy's body was regenerating near instaneously! From just that droplet he had been able to reform his body completely. No more than that, his body was completely consumed by that black miasma. He looked less like the boy he had been when they had first encountered one another and more of a monster. Those black gauntlets now claws of reptilian nature creeping across his arms. His legs from the knees down enveloped in the same demonic miasma and a tail like armor began trailing from his neck all the way down his spine to the floor. Yet even as his appearence grow more grotesque, he still smile to Diamond Heart.      "Better brace yourself Diamond, or I might shatter ya!!!"      With all the strength he had left he blasted his fist right into Theurgus' center of mass for a finishing blow... 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Diamond Soul was banking on that being it. When Touta regenerates, she's lost for what to do. And then, a fist comes hurtling towards her, and punches clean through. Something shatters and the transformation abruptly reverts. The broken Program falls flat on her back, arm missing once more, and a large, angry looking hole in her midriff... which is slowly starting to close up, Resources diverting to regenerating damage instead of powering combat systems. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''     The cracked program isn't left hanging. Theurgus is picked up and supported by Touta who smiles to her as he tries to help. "Yo, Nobus get Theur- Diamond Sou- Whoever she is some medical supplies and a ride ready for her to get back home! Make it snappy!" The Nobu prepare themselves as they run off following the young man's orders leaving him defense for Theurgus and her Nobu to take a shot at him. But he doesn't seemed worried for one reason or another.      "Man, that was awesome. Probably a bit overkill but awesome. You should hold back a bit more though with that thing, you might end up actually killing someone next time." 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Theurgus blinks a bit as she's scooped up. The Nobbu gather up quickly, and make a homonculus stretcher for the Program to be laid on. She looks up at the young man, but says nothing. Perhaps her vocal system got damaged or something. She nods though, and then is carried off back to her team's HQ to recover. 
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6774/Airship vs Air Defense

2019-08-06T10:10:03Z

LucidBreeze: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/08/05 |Location=Zemurian Continent |Synopsis=Davao, the newest Princess-class, invades Zemuria and starts harrassing their airships. Rean S..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/08/05
|Location=Zemurian Continent
|Synopsis=Davao, the newest Princess-class, invades Zemuria and starts harrassing their airships.

Rean Schwarzer, Staren and Note take exception to this.
|Thanks=Everyone for coming
|Cast of Characters=685, 6386, 42, 6994
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Out at sea, west of the continent, and in one of the main flightlines for local airships, a young woman, alabaster skin, glowing red eyes and a horror-rig of jabbering teeth, guns and dripping ichor, stands on the water, eyes turned skywards as she looks smugly at her target. Her turrets continue to lob flak shells at the airship, intentionally missing and firing into its path like a cat bats a mouse back and forth between its paws before going for the kill.     Accompanying the Princess, a Ta-class Battleship, a Ri-class Heavy Cruiser, and a trio of Ro-class Destroyers watch their leader with impassive eyes... like the they're resigned to her maniacal wanderlust, searching for new 'fun toys' to play with. 

:'''{{#var:6386|Note (6386)}} has posed:'''     It just so happened that an adventurous Note picked up the distress call! And so, through one of the warp gates she's come: a sparking and flaring meteor traversing the sky, casting off a huge plume of whitish energy out behind her like a rocket's main thrusters and fists out in front like a popular superhero!     She's so tiny and not very reflective, so it's unlikely that normal radar systems will see her coming... But the naked eye sure will.     And so will the Abyssals. She's seen their ilk once or twice by now.     And so she puts on the brakes all at once, allowing the tremendous shockwave of compressed air she's built up in front of her to travel on without her and slam at the Abyssals as Note herself swings her feet down and lets her tail swish about loosely in the air, roughly twenty feet up... while she folds her arms at the seaborne Abyssals. "WHAT do you think you're doing?" 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     The Star Hawk speeds out of the distance from the nearest warpgate that can accomodate it. Firing its railgun down at the water to get the princesses' attention, as ten missiles launched earlier catch up with it and rain down on them as well, trying to overwhelm their defenses.     Then Staren loops around over one of the airships, aileron rolls, and deploys the legs so he can land on a deck and pop the canopy for Rean to climb out. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Davao flicks her eyes from the airship, to the saiyan as that burst of compressed wind washes past the formation, making the Ro-class dive slightly, and the other two subordinates bring up their arms defensively. Davao herself doesn't so much as flinch as her hair whips about. "I was bored. These looked like they would be fun." she replies, lifting a hand and cupping her cheek with a bored expression.     That is, until the railgun and missiles come splashing down. The Ta-class bodyblocks one of the missiles, a tentacle sheered clean off from the explosion, and her alabaster skin scorched. Yellow eyes lift to the Starhawk, and the rage emanating from her is palpable.     Davao just swats the battleship aside with a grouchy expression. "You're in the way." Her own eyes lift to the Star Hawk as it lands on the airship, and a brief sweep of recognition passes over her face, before she breaks into a TOO WIDE grin. "Oooo, you're /back/~." she chirps happily, clapping her hands like a lovestruck girl after seeing her crush walk into a room. 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' Rean jumps out of the robot, landing on the deck of the military patrol ship. It jerks around a bit as the Abyssal Princess continues firing, and he grabs onto a nearby railing in order to keep himself from falling off. There's not TOO much he can do up here- he's built for melee combat not sky combat. But there is something he /can/ do still. "Hey, try and attract their attention away from the airship!" Rean shouts to Staren, as he charges up a spell. A swarm of shadowy butterflies appear around Davao, and explode in a burst of darkenss after a moment. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Davao's seeming joy is short lived as she's blinded by the spell from Rean. Then Staren would detect a powerful 'ping' of search radar, as a fussilade of shells erupt from a now VERY ANGRY Princess, and her escorts, though their shells seem sluggish and underpowered by comparrison. 

:'''{{#var:6386|Note (6386)}} has posed:'''     "Uweh... that's pretty... stupidly cruel." Note mutters out disgustedly. It's pretty clear that she doesn't approve. But no sooner than she starts pondering what she's gonna say when the familiar sound of heavy weapons firing off catches her attention. She turns, spots missiles and-- "AAAAAAH!"     Focusing her power, she just VWEEEEEEOOOSHES across the battlefield in a burst of tightly controlled speed, reappearing a good forty feet away and resorting to shouting at the Abyssals, hands cupped near her mouth! "I was gonna say 'you look like a nice target too' for karma's sake, but someone else got to it first!" Namely, Staren. Staren has happened. With lots of missiles. Note seems unconcerned, as she's seen how tough the Abyssals are before. "With a lot of 'BOOM!'" Enough boom to go wide-eyed at. She hasn't seen one of those volleys up close before.     She's not about to so easily outdone, though. Note crosses her arms before as she inhales, then draws her arms down to her sides in an airborne horse stance.. "HuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" This fierce kiai's more than noise. The water below her bubbles and froths as an enormous invisible force drills down into it and cause an omni-directional wave to splash everywhere. At the same time, golden energy ignites to engulf her and cast her silky black ponytail upwards into an array of golden spikes. When she next opens her eyes, they're a fiercely narrowed light green shade. After the initial wave calms down, well... that noisily-pulsing aura still seems to be causing a fair amount of choppy waters! If anyone has the appropriate spiritual senses, well... it's no secret that Note's presencce just went from a candle to a bonfire.     "You girls feel like turning around yet?" 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     "'In the way', huh?" Staren echoes. "Yeah, I aim to be in the way, I guess." He reaches into his bag and holds out a vial, a plasticy orange blob, and a small airtank. "Flight potion. Should be good for a few minutes, If you end up in the water, the rest is an emergency suit and air supply, I'll try to work out how to get you."     Then he closes the canopy and the mech leaps off the airship, transforming to bipedal mode and landing again, walking to a position it can shoot from. The airship rocks under Staren from the shells, and he sucks air in through his teeth in aggravation.     <"What do you want? Is all you care about a fight and you won't go away until you get one?"> The mech has both the gatling railgun on its right arm and a handheld laser gun, and Staren puts both of them to use returning fire for the shelling the airship recieved. <"No goals... do you even care about destroying these ships? If you want a fight why didn't you enter MECC? Will you go away if I point you to a good fight so you don't have to keep provoking heroes into coming after you?"> 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Davao can't see the transformation, but the formation does make moves as the sea begins to turn choppy. The formation emerges from the dark cloud of the exploded butterflies, trailing smoke of their own from damage due to the return fire from the Star Hawk and the explosive aspect of the spell. One Ro-class doesn't emerge, seemingly sunk, or left crippled, the Ta-class takes point, liftin its remaining turret tentacle and opening fire at the airship, lobbing armour piercing rounds at the big, relatively slow target, likely trying to remove Staren's firing platform.     Ri-class fires flak shells at Note, filling the air around the young saiyan with black shrapnel-filled smoke.     Davao herself just snorts derisively. "Sanctioned duels aren't fun, they're boring. Give me pain, give me suffering. I am the Abyssal Princess of Pain. Your screams will be my lullaby!" 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren jumps off the ship. How can he possibly protect it? It's such a large target. <"Please. Once a bunch of heroes like us show up, you think you're going to win? Your chance is over. You want pain? You want suffering? Just go far away. There's a whole Multiverse out there, of people suffering all the time. More suffering than we can ever fix. Go, drink it up. All you're doing now is annoying us AND yourself when we cut you off!">     Staren tries to focus fire on the TA-class's turrets as he hovers in midair near the ship, with a shield covering part of his machine, but at the scales involved with such a tiny target and moving around in the air, really it's more about dumping a large volume of fire in her immediate area. 

:'''{{#var:6386|Note (6386)}} has posed:'''     "Grrrrrr!" Once more, attempts at intimidation fail. Well, what with the cutesy bow she's tied her ponytail with and being so small, maybe Note's just not that intimidating.. even if she's aglow with power. That doesn't stop her from being a bit pissed off at not one of the Abyssals so much as flinching.     Instead, predictably, she's shot at. Note responds with her own hailstorm of rapid fire Ki blasts from, actually SHOOTING DOWN half of the flak shells before they get near. Some gets through though, forcing her to throw her arms up and shield her face. The nasty shrapnel cuts plenty of shallow gashes all along her arms, shoulders, and upper body. But it'll take more than some high-speed metal throwing around to do more than bloody and bruise her. With an explosive kiai she generates a raw SHOCKWAVE which instantly blows away all the smoke.     Now she's angry. Guns really don't excite her!     "My turn!" She brings both hands together, palms facing the Ri-class... and FWOOOOOSH! A long tapering spear of pure power's forced from her hands and meteors straight for her foe with explosive power! 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' Rean looks at the potion and the swim gear Staren hands him for a second before donning the swim gear and downing the potion. Staren totally wouldn't try to prank him in the middle of a fight, right? because this would make a dumb practical joke if he put this on and fell off the airship. In any case, he takes a running leap off of the airship, hopefully making it less of a target now that there weren't combatants on it. He falls for a second before hovering for a moment. "...Whoa..." He murmurs. Ok, no time to be impressed. Time to get to work. They were messing around with his homeland causing pain, even if it was their 'purpose.' "Go find somewhere else to mess with!" He shouts, and then dives at the Ta-class, and swings his sword down, aiming to cut off her remaining tentacle. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     The Ta-class grunts, snarling at Staren and swinging her tentacle around. The barrels elevate, get knocked aside by a close shot... and then Rean bisects the rig at around the mid point, lopping the turret clean off and leaving an ichor-leaking stump behind. She just looks angrier, rather than concerned, and makes a grab for Rean since he's so close.     Ri-Class is one of the 'lower' Abyssals. Pure rage, no other emotion. Not even much personality. A 'zombie'. The incoming blast of ki earns a blank stare, as it engulfs the cruiser, and she's no longer visible after the beam passes.     Davao just chuckles... it's got this smug, self assured air to it. "Your suffering. Mine. That girl's. The boy. That flying ship's crew... an entire town on the coast." she lists off, placing a hand on one of her throne's turrets as shots rain down around her. Some piercing through her though she still doesn't flinch. "It doesn't matter to me from where the pain comes. Only that it does." She then leans forward a bit, hiding her eyes apart from the glowing irises as she stares up at Staren and the Star Hawk. "Oh, just so you know... I can't feel, any of this." 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     <"It's more than that."> Staren points out. <"If you were /trying/ only to find suffering, you could just find some little place the heroes never hear about and drink up all you want. No... what do you get from confrontation?">     They've... stopped firing at him? But they also have Rean. Staren takes the moment to focus fire on the ones who AREN'T holding Rean, for fear of missing. Rean will surely survive long enough that if he's still grappled after, they can help him fight /one/ Abyssal. 

:'''{{#var:6386|Note (6386)}} has posed:'''     Note's not a terribly vicious person. She wouldn't normally even think of killing. But cleansing the world of the evil spirits these things obviously are to her senses is very, very different. Thinking absolutely nothing of the disappearance of the Ri class, Note lowers her hands... but only so she can spin about in the air and BLIIIIIIIIITZ across the distance to attempt to drive a FULL FORCE KNEE into Davao's gut and send her flying as FAR as the little Super Saiyan possibly can.     That might be quite far. "How's THAT for suffering?!" 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' Rean's not used to flying just yet, so he pulls up a bit too late and is grabbed by the arm by Ta-class.  He charges up another spell, this time just a simple fireball aimed at the face, hoping it would get her to let go.  He then turns to Davao. "Can't feel that?" Rean echoes. She probably meant the bullets raining down on her but... "Is the suffering of others all you CAN feel?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Rean's spell slams into Ta-class' face. She screams, releasing Rean's arm and clutching her face. She staggers backward, then suddenly, detonates violently, sinking beneath the waves and leaving berhind a large black pool of ichor.     Davao just smirks at Staren, either unable, or unwilling to answer his questions. Which becomes rather a moot point when...     Note comes streaking in, smashing into Davao's mid section and launching her a good distance away. The lighter warship is /gone/, vanishing in a twinkle of light over the horizon.     The two remaining Ro-class both submerge and vanish from sight soon after. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     <"Hmmh. Hope that makes them lay low for a bit."> Staren's machine hovers low to the water near Rean and Note, stowing its laser gun and transforming back to plane-with-legs mode as it hovers just over the water. Staren opens the cockpit again. "Alright, strap in, Rean." 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' Note, with her high energy levels and such kicks Davao into the distance. "Nice kick, Note!" Rean says, still hovering over the water a bit. Staren offers him a ride back, and he ends up flying into the robot. "THanks, Staren. Uh...how long do I have to wait until this wears off?" 

:'''{{#var:6386|Note (6386)}} has posed:'''     It looks like Team Abyssal is blasting off again! Note continues traveling a good twenty feet past the impact, drifting until she decides to flash a V for victory at the horizon and exclaim, "Don't come back 'til you can handle fifty times normal gravity!"     With a FWOOSH-CRACK the aura dies down and her golden state simply fades, hair losing the strange force surging through it and dropping back down to a smooth black ponytail, eyes returning to their normal state and a GREAT deal of tension draining from her posture.     "Why do these girls keep causing trouble...? I don't get 'em at all." 
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6750/MECC: Yang Xiao Long vs Nova

2019-08-01T00:57:57Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/07/31
|Location=Mecc Stage 1
|Synopsis=The Grand Final match between Yang Xiao Long, and Nova Terra
|Thanks=Rean for Commentating and Nova for being a great opponent.
|Cast of Characters=6381, 906, 6994
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     This is it!     It's time!     Dozens of fights. Magnificent victories. Heartbreaking losses. Matches so close that no one could predict their outcome. It's been a hell of a ride and everyone who has participated so far all deserve to be recognized for their efforts. But today. Today we get to see who is crowned champion!                                 YANG XIAO LONG                                                                       VS                                                                         NOVA TERRA                                       The Shrine arena is packed to the brim, multiple parallel dimensions existing in the same space and time allowing for countless audience members to observe the match without worrying about silly things like limited seating. The arena itself is simple. A large, wide open flat surface. To give the viewers as much of an unobstructed view as possible. While also allowing the combatants to display the strength of their own skill without reserve.     Nova herself walks out of the waiting area to the cheers of the audiences. Though she's looking very serious. Focused on the fight that's about to come. The rewards are just within reach! And yeah, there's also the fame and title of being champion. But that's not as much as a concern for the covert operative.     Nova pulls the large canister rifle from her back and chambers a round. She knows Yang. To a degree. She knows the other woman likes to punch things. Which could be a problem for Nova. But it wouldn't be the first time the sniper has had to deal with melee fighters, so she is prepared. Nova watches carefully as she waits for the other blonde to arrive. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang steps into the arena, as music swells up. She kicks into a run, cartwheels into a somersault and sticks the landing with both arms raised. "THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING MULTIVERSE!" she bellows, turning around like a pro wrestler mugging for the crowd. She walks in a small circle, goading the audience into a frenzy, before leveling a finger pointed at Nova. She grins, and with a shift of posture, deploys her gauntlets and assumes her ready stance. "Lets make this one for the history books, eh?".     Yang settles in, and waits for the ready buzzer, once the audience calms down again. 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' Rean's up in the stands, ready to commentate! "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time. Every single match so far has lead up to this. Yang vs Nova, the Grand Finals of the MECC!" The buzzer sounds. "Begin!" 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     5     Nova tightens the grip on her rifle.     4     Nova's foot shifts ever so slightly.     3     Nova narrows her eyes a little at Yang before reaching up to pull her visor down over them.     2     Nova takes in a deep breath.     1     Nova smirks in response to Yang, "Yes. This will be one to remember." Haha. Ghost humour.     GO!     Nova is off and running, taking a path at an angle to Yang to try and keep the bruiser at range. As she does so, her rifle snaps up and fires off a quick burst of rounds at Yang. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The buzzer sounds, and Nova springs into motion. Shots come in, and strike at her guard as she brings her gauntlets up to deflect the heavy slugs. The impacts make her arms numb, but she shakes it off, and instead of trying to close, she adjusts her gauntlets. A subtle shift of the mechanism.     And then she turns, and punches the air, sending a return volley of explosive bolts back towards the Ghost, trying to lead the sniper's path. 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' "Nova's trying to poke out Yang, making sure to keep her at a distance. That's not going to work, though, because Yang's got some guns of her own! ...I won't lie, that's actually pretty cool." 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     The bolts streak in towards Nova. She reacts quickly, diving at the last moment. The bolts hit the ground and explode, catching Nova just on the edge and scorching her hostile environment suit just a little.     The Ghost hits the ground in a roll, before coming up on one knee and bringing her weapon around to aim at Yang. It doesn't take long for her to get the Huntress in the sights of the rifle's scopes and another shot snaps off. Just one this time. But no less deadly. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang grins a bit as Nova's sent rolling by her barrage. But that leaves her open to getting hit in the head by the return shot. The blonde brawler goes flipping over backwards, and lands hard. She kips back up, but winces as a trickle of blood runs down from her forehead, dripping from her chin. She staggers a little bit, then slams her fists together, sending a 'pulse' of force out from her body, and reinforcing her Aura.     She then plants one foot, and craters the arena floor as she kicks forwards, launching herself toward the Sniper, aiming to bring a flurry of punches in at close range, each one punctuated by a blast of kinetic force, like a shotgun with each swing. 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova is initially still in her position as she watches Yang. Her HUD registers the the rise in power. And in a not entirely unexpected maneuver, Yang launches herself towards Nova.     The Ghost smirks.     Blue light washes over Nova, quickly hiding her from view as Yang rockets in. Swing and a miss! The shotgun punch passes through empty air where Nova had been moments before.     Thankfully for Yang, and the audience, she doesn't have to wait long for a bead on Nova's location. As some distance away, the air shimmers and the sound of another gunshot echoes through the arena. A blurry outline of Nova's form can be seen not too far from the brawler, showing her rifle raised. Yet another large bullet streaks towards Yang. 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' "Whoa, nice headshot from Nova. Yang's still kicking though...or maybe I should say punching, haha. Anyway, Yang's diving in at full speed, aaaand she missed! Looks like Nova's cloak's up. Let's see if Yang can find her before it's too late!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Swing and a miss. Yang growls as she hits nothing but air... then her danger sense triggers, and she shifts to backhand the bolt out of the air. It smashes into her gauntlet, shattering the strike-plate and making her arm jerk hard, a resonant ringing sound echoing from the strike.     She staggers, her left arm going limp at her side as blood starts to trickle down her fingers... but as Yang lifts her head towards where the shot came from, her eyes shift from lilac to red between blinks... an air of pure rage overtaking the normally peppy brawler.     A surge of Aura, and her left arm starts moving again. Yang shakes it out, sending a spray of blood droplets across the arena, and then leaps into the air and arcs up on a trail of aura motes, like fire. She then comes down like a commet, and with a shotgun-like cocking sound, slams into the arena floor, and detonates it, sending a spray of shrapnel in all directions. 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' "Yang takes off, and then slams down into the arena like a cannonball! Pretty explosive like one too, Don't think Nova's getting away from that one." 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     The arena floor is detonated. A blur is caught on the edge of the shrapnel explosion. Light washes over the flying Nova to reveal her as her concentration is disturbed by the force of the shockwave. Not to mention the pain from the debris that has dug itself deep into her suit.     Nova was only on the edge of the attack, but still looks rather beaten from it as she picks herself up from the ground. Trails of blood are running down the surface of her suit, coming from the bits of debris still sticking inside her. Judging by the expression on Nova's face, things are really starting to get serious!     Nova releases a hand from the grip on her rifle, raising it up in Yang's direction. An aura of blue psychic energy flares up around the hand. The bits of debris lying on the floor around Nova suddenly rise up into the air around her. They then blast towards Yang at high speed, like a shotgun blast made out of the arena floor itself. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang stands back up, and then gets hit by a telekinetic debris burst. She crosses her arms in front of her face, defiantly weathering the incoming shrapnel and debris, Aura flaring brilliantly, and trickles of blood running from arms and legs, and wherever the barrage strikes through the defensive barrier.     As the storm abates, the brawler is still standing, battered and beaten up, but still looking super pissed and ready for brawl. She lowers her arms, and grins at Nova. It's not a pleasant grin.     Yang slams her fists together, and again, launches herself towards Nova, swinging away in another flurry of punches, each kinetic blast tearing up parts of the arena. 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova doesn't have to be a telepath to realize what Yang intends. Of course, being one doesn't hurt either! Nova briefly considers trying the cloaking maneuver once more. But given that last explosion of Yang's and the fact that the brawler has already seen the trick... It's probably not a good idea at this point.     Nova barely has enough time to return her rifle to her back before Yang closes the distance. Suddenly the Ghost is back-stepping repeatedly, trying to duck and weave around the punches. Nova is pretty agile but one would have to wonder whether she really can react fast enough to avoid the punches of the seasoned puncher.     Well, the average person wouldn't notice it... But Nova is cheating.     Yang finds her arms forcibly pushed off course from their expected paths. It's not to a serious degree, but Nova's telekinesis nudges them just enough to give her the extra space she needs to avoid them. All the while she is doing this, another aura of psychic energy is flaring up around Nova's hand.     Nova tilts her head to avoid a punch from Yang, the fist and resulting blast just whizzing past, vaporizing a few strands of her hair. But Nova is ready.     The Ghost retaliates, stepping into Yang's punch and launching her psychically powered palm towards the girl's chest. The result is a massive blast of telekinetic energy delivered at point blank range. Enough to shatter the bones of any normal person all at once. Though perhaps not Yang, who is far from normal. But it's certainly enough to send the berserker flying and hurting. A lot. 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' "Oof, that looked like it hurt. Yang might've made things harder for herself, since Nova's psychically throwing all the debris back at her. And Yang is missing again. ...Wait, Is Nova doing that? Is moving someone's arms so that they miss cheating? Feels like it should be. Anyway, Nova's coming into close range now, ready to palm strike her!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang's eyes go wide, in that slow motion moment before impact. The palm connects, a flare of golden Aura meeting the burst of telekinesis. It does nothing to negate the impact, but does stop the girl's chest from being caved in, at least. Yang goes flying backwards, skipping like a stone a few times, before she gets a hand under her. She launches into the air, landing on her feet and skidding back the last distance before bleeding off all the momentum.     The brawler is literally burning with rage now, her hair flying like flames on a campfire, spalling off motes of golden light. "I didn't come all this way... TO LOSE!" she bellows, shifting her remaining gauntlet's mechanism and deploying three additional barrels along her knuckles. A purge of spent shells, and a quick reload has her barreling in towards Nova again, holding her arm forwards and firing explosive bolts to cover her approach and hopefully, keep the sniper in place. As she gets in close enough, she swings high, then ducks in a feint to sweep the leg, then follow up with a rising uppercut to the (hopefully) disoriented and vulnerable Ghost. 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova has a very cold aura to her versus the fire that is Yang. At the other blonde's words, Nova responds, "But that's what is going to happen." The ghostly assassin reaches for her rifle once more, quickly raising it as Yang fires off those explosive bolts. Nova aims, quickly snapping off shots of her own. The attacks meet each other, exploding between the two. But they still do exactly what Yang had wanted, having kept Nova in place.     Nova blocks the first punch with the side of her rifle, the power of the blow forcing her back a step. Yang then ducks to go for the leg sweep...     Nova's hand to hand combat training is pretty basic. She's not an experienced fighter like Yang. She prefers to take her opponents out from a completely different area code. She might have fallen for the feint. Except we once again come back to Nova being a telepath. And in Yang's berserker state, her thoughts reveal her intent moments before her actions.     Nova ignores the feint, shifting to the side to let the uppercut pass just beside her head. As she does so she brings her rifle up to press the barrel directly against Yang's body. Nova pulls the trigger. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     And suddenly, Yang has a hole in her. Her Aura just fizzles out as it tries in vain to deflect that point blank shot. A spray of blood, and the brawler crumples into a heap, all the fireworks going out like someone switched off the light.     The arena buzzes. Yang Xiao Long can no longer battle. Winner: Nova Terra. 

:'''{{#var:6994|Rean Schwarzer (6994)}} has posed:''' "And Yang goes flying! And now she's...Uh..Fired up. Literally. She's charging in again, declaring that she's not gonna lose! But Nova's going the direct route, and firing at Yang at point blank." "...And that's it! Yang's down! The winner is Nova Terra!" 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova stands up straight as she watches Yang go down. Then the commentator announces her victory. Nova is... Pretty damn calm in her reaction given that she just won the entire freaking tournament. Oh wait...     A smile tugs at the side of Nova's mouth. It then quickly grows into a grin. She's not dancing up and down shouting in joy, but at least it's something!     As the Shrine's effects begin to work, helping to clear up their wounds, Nova shoulders her rifle with one hand and offers the other to help Yang up. As she does so, she says, "I don't think I've met anyone who punches quite as hard as you. I could feel the power behind that last strike." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang groans... even with the Shrine working its magic that still aches like a sumbitch...     She rolls over, looking up at the ceiling, then shifts her glance to the offered hand. A grab and she hauls herself to her feet. "Shame you dodge it, else ya woulda felt it better." she quips with a jovial grin. "You remind me of fighting Pyrrha... but she's a bit better at punching range than you are." she adds, then lifts Nova's arm up, turning with the other blonde to the crowd. "Don't forget your adoring fans... all that cheerings. That's for you." 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova snorts playfully back at Yang, "I didn't want to feel it /that/ much. Or else I would have been the one on the ground."     It's at that point, when Yang raises Nova's arm up, that she gets a bewildered look on her face. She has fans? Why would she have fans? She's not supposed to have fans. Except maybe armchair generals salivating over her lethal skills. What does one do when they have fans? Nova has no idea. So she just sort of stands there. Looking bewildered as the crowd cheers. 
}}

6675/You've arrived, eh

2019-07-10T10:08:07Z

LucidBreeze: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/07/01 |Location=Great Ocean |Synopsis=Several aircraft have gone down over an area of the Phillipines. An alert was put out after a high-speed..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/07/01
|Location=Great Ocean
|Synopsis=Several aircraft have gone down over an area of the Phillipines. An alert was put out after a high-speed scout plane escaped with minimal damage and reported ground fire in the area.

The Fifth Fleet and some allies got to the place, and find a graveyard of downed cargo planes.

And a new 'friend'.
|Thanks=Everyone for coming
|Cast of Characters=685, 457, 42, 863, 7
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     The Fifth Fleet have deployed, sans their slowest member, to a group of islands that many people from Earth-based worlds would know as the Phillipines, north of Australia. Shigure, Yuudachi and Kuma are in a triangular formation, with the cruiser at the fore, flanked by the destroyers. A general request for assistance has been put out, based on reports of several civilian and military aircraft going missing in the vicinity. The 'terrain' is largely ocean, but several atolls, and small islands dot the area, as well as some larger landmasses that could be hiding pirates, or worse.     Meanwhile, hidden behind and island, out of view and screened from most sensor systems, a young looking girl, alabaster skin and matching colour uniform, watches the fleet and any allies that attend it with mild amusement. <Kitanda... eeeh? Kitanda~.> she muses to herself. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      As she often does these days, the little Neuroi known as Evangeline is flying overhead, providing the Fifth with both long range detection capabilities and air cover. And of course any allies that have come along who do not have flight capabilities and don't feel like riding on a boat have been granted temporary Neuroi powers upon request, changing their general colorscheme to that of a Neuroi and converting most weapons to laser versions of those weapons. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     A speck in the sky reflects sunlight intermittantly. It's a far away speck until it isn't -- suddenly it zooms closer, resolving into a fighter plane from which legs suddenly unfold as it brakes to match speed with the fleet, a sonic boom overtaking it.     <"Here too now, huh? Do you think it's a single one like the strait, or a whole fleet?">     The Star Hawk hovers along in chicken-walker mode, staying well above the water in case of a sudden attack from below the waves. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' After hearing about the call for assistance in investigating the disappearing air and sea craft, Haguro's arrived to check things out herself. Strangely enough, though, she hasn't actually said a thing to anyone about coming here. She hasn't joined up with the Fifth and those responding to the Fifth's summons, instead opting to just follow along from a good ways off from a dinky little rowboat. As to why she's doing this... Even Haguro's not sure. Whatever the reason is, she's holding a pair of dollar store binoculars to keep an eye on things without having to give away her position too soon. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa has also deployed with the fleet herself given the islands? Kotone is not on the water she's beamed down from her spaceship which is more a space RV when you get down to it, she's already let up her drones though to scout out the region and the other nearby small landmasses worse comes to worse she can get a lift from someone else in the fleet or help from Evangeline. <<Not sure on this end Staren>> Kotone is also remaining cloaked while she's on the island as well for whatever good that will do. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure looks to those that arrive, nodding to the Star Hawk. "I'm afraid so. Information is currently very sparse. We only knew something was amiss due to the missing flights, and a very rattled military reconnasance aircraft pilot who barely escaped an ambush." she replies, radioing to the gathering allied units. <"We will need to split up to cover the area. Remain in radio contact, and report anything you find immediately."> she then gestures to her fleet, the three ships splitting off on disparate courses to begin a search pattern. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      <...understood...> Evangeline radios back once an order is given. There is a short pause before she also radios <...Haguro has joined us...she is shadowing Fifth...in...a rowboat...intentions unclear...>      Once that message is delivered, Evangeline alters course to do a high altitude flyby of Haguro. Not really threatening, just letting her know that she's been detected. Neuroi sensors don't miss much. <...hello Haguro...how are you..?> she radios on a public frequency.      Evangeline continues on to one of the nearby little islands and from there to the next nearest, searching for signs of activity. But, as she flies she spares a moment to greet Kotone and Staren. <...hello Kotone...and Staren...thank you for joining us...it is always dangerous when the Abyssals are involved...> 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' And then the Fifth starts to fan out. That's as much of a sign that the search for the missing people (or the cause of their missing-ness) has begun. Haguro waits a few moments before picking up an oar, although she pauses to look up when Evangeline blows her cover. Well, no sense trying to be covert now. "Hello, Miss Evangeline. I'm doing alright... Er. Don't mind me, I'm just trying to..." She trails off, furrowing her brow in thought while trying to come up with an answer to that. "... It might be easier to find the culprit if they try to catch me loafing around." Sure, she'll go with that. "Bait's needed to catch fish, and throwing too many lures around might just scare them off. Ehm.. How are things going with you and the rest of the fleet?" Haguro starts rowing lightly, but at a rather slow pace so as to be visibly straggling or, for anyone that doesn't notice the armored plates and turrets on her arms, someone unrelated to the crowd entirely. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa will continue to explore the island while her drones fan out, all her experience commanding scout planes really comes into play here and she's going to make the most of it as she directs her drones out. <<Glad to help and hey I am a part of this fleet am I not?>> She grins at this and will check on her drones. <<Oh hey Haguro.>> It was good to see Haguro was off her little Abyssal bender that was quite the mess. <<Staren? Shigure? Anything on your ends yet?>> 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     <"An ambush? What intel did the survivor give us?"> At the request to split up, he puts his airspeed to use, pushing ahead of the others. <"Haguro, good to have you with us. Interesting idea; Do you think Abyssals could mistake you for human? I don't know if you guys have any kind of spiritual senses or something.">     <"Nothing yet, Kotone."> 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Kotone's drones would find... something, on the far side of the island they've been deployed to. It flags metallic wreckage, and if it can, marks it as 'recent' from general layout of the wreck. It's a large chunk, probably some kind of cargo craft. The front end, including the cockpit. Perhaps the black box is still there.     Haguro, meanwhile, would find herself being shadowed. An I-class can be seen breaching surface occasionally, but oddly, it's not making aggressive moves, simply checking what the rowing boat is doing this far out to sea.     Evangeline and Staren probably get the best, birds eye view of the area. There's wrecked aircraft all over the place. Some submerged in shallow water, some smashed into the sides of islands, a couple can be seen at the bottom of deeper portions of the local waters. Many have been obviously stripped of useful material, others have been left completely alone. Strange. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa finds something interesting she will now move out to check out the wreck she will remain cloaked as she goes so, the idea that the black box may be intact is going to get her attention. She will make for the wreck. Once she arrives if there's no issue she will move inside to seek out the black box, with the intention to recover it. If she can remote access the box she will do so, she'll also check for other intact systems or signs the fate of the crew as well. <> 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline nods lightly to Haguro's plan, apparently believing it. <"...good luck..."> she radios, then resumes her search. The wrecked aircraft start showing up on her sensors, and she reports each one and its state as stripped or not as she goes. <"...there are a lot of crashed aircraft...but...why would they only strip some..?"> she wonders over the radio as she continues flying. She tries to determine if they were all headed away from a particular direction or location based on their crashes, but that sort of thing isn't really her strong point. Maybe Staren will be able to?      She heads down toward one of the planes that crashed on land, and tries to find its flight recorder to see if there is any information on what or who shot the plane down. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' <<"Mister Staren. Miss Kotone. Fifth. Um...">> Haguro fiddles with her hair clip idly, then continues rowing for a little while longer before pulling out a fishing rod. <<"Probably not, honestly. It's.. Um. There's too much stuff on me to mistake me for anyone else.">> A chuckle later, and the Cruiser tosses a line out to sea from a rod that's definitely seen better days. It's probably not the most convincing gesture since she didn't even bother to bait the thing, but it's something to fill time in-between rowing her boat every now and then to keep it from just sitting there. The I-Class tailing her can see that Haguro flinches briefly when she spots it at first, then calms down when it shows no sign of attacking her and even offers it a friendly wave before turning back to her rod. The talk of the wreck being found has Haguro furrowing her brow somewhat, but she'll leave the investigation of that matter to Kotone and Evangeline. When they head off to check on said wreck, Haguro looks over to face the I-class more directly and pats the side of her rowboat. "Hello there. Are you alone out here?" She's not confident the thing can even talk, but it doesn't hurt to appear non-aggressive for now. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     The Star Hawk hovers high over the beach, mapping the coastline. Staren scans over the area, searching for active electric power sources, radio transmissions, powerful magic, or dimensional disturbances (you never know, maybe this is a tiny bermuda triangle type thing.) 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Staren's scans would report nothing out of the ordinary. No supernatural or supertechnological reason all these aircraft would crash in this location. A few of the more intact wrecks do show signs of battle damage though, scorch marks, and stryations of flak explosions on the fuselage... The Star Hawk would also start reporting being lit up by radar.     Kotone gains access to the cockpit, and fonds the black box easily enough. Interfacing with it and accessing the final recording, would reveal that the craft came under fire, attempted to send a distress call, but couldn't get through, due to some kind of interference. The pilot ditched the craft as best he could, but was then promptly set upon by, something... and then the recording abruptly stops.     Evangeline, much like Kotone, would find a black box, and if accessed, tells an eerily similar story. 'Mayday, Mayday, we are taking surface flak fire. Defense matrix is failing, request assistance.... why isn't anyone responding. Mayday! Mayda---' Someone, or something, has been actively shooting down aircraft in the area.     Shigure, meanwhile, is investigating one of the local islands... and finally responds to Staren's question. <"Not much, I'm afraid, the pilot was very badly traumatized, and his flight recorder had some odd distortions and data corruption. Land of Curry teams are working on recovering the data, but it's slow going."> she replies.     Haguro gets an odd look from the I-class... it chatters softly, clacking the horrorteeth in its mouth briefly, before approaching closer. It's an Elite, from the red glow to its eye, but doesn't seem all that interested in adding Haguro back too the Abyss... it doesn't come close enough to touch, but does circle Haguro's rowboat idly, as it it's taken up an escort pattern. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     <"Oop, we got radar!"> Staren dives low over the surface/trees, and tries to make his way towards where the radar source was and surprise it.     Land of Curry? What?     <"I'm gonna try to get eyes on it. Sharing data over tacnet now."> Do any of the shipgirls have the technology to even use that? At least Kotone and Evangeline's tablet do, if she has it. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline records the information from the recorder, then relays the recording across the radio. <"...someone attacked them...and may have jammed their radio..."> she says before taking to the sky once more. She hears Staren's warning of radar and starts flying low to the water and pulls up Staren's tacnet. <"...heading to join you, Staren...I should be able to help locate the radar source..."> she reports as she heads that way.      As she passes near Haguro again, she radios to Haguro, <"...are you alright...?"> The abyssal doesn't seem to be attacking, but one can never be too careful around them. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa finds no trace of the crew, but she does get the data, she will download a copy of the black box, to her own memory, while she moves to recover the original and push it into her matter manipulator storage With that handled she will contact the others. <> She will say this as she moves to exit the wreck. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' In the past, even seeing those horrorteeth from a distance on the more common blue-eyed I-class would be reason enough for Haguro to ready her turrets. Now? Well, she's still a little anxious around the thing and it shows, but she keeps her turrets firmly in the standby position as she keeps her hands on that fishing rod. She hasn't gotten any bites yet, but that's not really unexpected. What is unexpected is that the I-class starts to circle around her rowboat without biting or shooting anything. It's both amusing and moderately unnerving to the Cruiser, but she can't help but feel a little less worried as the seconds pass without getting charged at. <<"I'm alright. Have you found anyone from the missing craft yet?">> Haguro glances over once in the direction of the wreckage, then starts turning her boat to start drifting away from it. The investigators will need time to search, and she's content to lead this I-class away just in case it might be a scout or something. Rummaging around in her pack that's still on the boat, she pulls out a busted armor plate and a chunk of old jerky. She lobs both of them into the water, the former near the I-class and the latter in the path of her boat. Might as well see if she can get some actual bites out here. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' <<Negative, the final log had them ditching. Then something got them and then it cut out I'm afraid.>> 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Staren's shift to approach the radar source soon earns him a sight. A young woman, alabaster white, reclining almost lazily in a 'throne' made of horror mouths with giant cannons sprouting from them. All the barrels pointed at the Star Hawk and tracking its movements. "Oh my, you're more fun than that fast little bug that got away... you came to find me~." she says in a laconic tone, almost like she's bored.     Evangeline gets one of the turret's attention when she approaches. "More of you~. If I had known the Fleet Daughters had so many little pets, I'd have brought my flotilla with me."     Haguro's little 'friend', chitters, its jaw jabbering and emitting that 'Abyssal Static' before he looks up at the black-haired cruiser, then dives under the surface. Unfortunately for the cruiser, there doesn't seem to be any fish nearby, likely scared off by the Abyssals, or the mutitude of loud, painful explosions that occursed subsurface when certain craft hit water.     As for the crew, there's no sign of any of them. No clothes left behind, no bodies. Nothing. It's like they vanished into thin air once their craft hit the ground. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     There's someone here. It's clearly one of the abyssal leaders. Maybe he could 1v1 her, but he can always come BACK even more prepared and it's important to make sure the others know.     Staren stops, puts his shield in front of him protectively for a split second as he considers, then the plane-with-arms-and-legs does half of a backflip and takes off back the way it came, arms and legs folding under the body as it rolls upright, pouring on the speed.     Staren transmits the short video clip of the abyssal to the others. <"I think we found what's been shooting down planes here."> 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa has finished gathering what data she can, she knows the one behind this seem to be nabbing people and she's going on. Then comes Staren's warning she's upping the pace she's moving at, while she fans out her drones to get what footage they can, she's willing to lose the drones if she has to she's not sickling about to fight a she's making to get to a pickup point now. <<Keep us informed id you could send me a feed if you got anything it would help Staren. Eva? Haguro? What's up on your ends?>> 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' That actually worked. Haguro lets out an amused little giggle at watching the toothy beast dive in after that chunk of steel, not too worried about her jerky going to waste. She can't sit around and lounge with the I-class forever, after all. ... Well, she could, but she's not going to. The Cruiser did come to investigate the disappearance of those air and sea craft along with their crew, and she can't get distracted for too long. Taking hold of her boat's oars once more, she start rowing towards the source of the transmissions she's been receiving from the other Elites. <<"Everything's still quiet over here. The I-class isn't a threat. I'll be joining you shortly.">> About ten seconds later, she's off the boat and skating there instead. No wonder humans worked so hard to develop proper engines. She slows down somewhat as the Abyssal on her throne of turrets comes into view, but keeps her arms loose at her sides as she drifts along steadily to get close enough to actually speak/not have to yell too loudly. "Excuse me! Are you...? Hm." No, that's not the right way to ask a question. She raises her hand in a light wave at first while purposely making sure her turret is visibly not doing a thing, then slows to a stop. Her arms are still held loose at her sides, and there's almost a strange sort of carefree swagger to her posture. It's almost like she's trying to channel someone cooler than her. "Your last quarry. Did you hunt them for necessity or sport?" 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      No sign of any pilots or crew members is troubling to Evangeline, but not too surprising given that the hostile abyssals seek to destroy humanity...much like her own people.      When they spot the princess abyssal, Evangeline watches Staren pull back before she proceeds forward. She floats down until she is level with the princess, though she keeps a healthy distance between them. She just floats there for a few moments, unmoving. Or, at least seeming to be unmoving. But soon a live broadcast of what she is seeing and hearing is picked up by anyone who is able to do so. Finally, her broadcasted voice can be heard coming from the watch on her arm. "...greetings...I am Evangeline...please surrender so that we do not have to destroy you...and tell us what happened to the pilots and crew members of the lost aircraft and ship..."      The little Neuroi doesn't raise her arms or charge her weapons yet. But she does radio a protected message to her allies. <"...abyssal encountered...no shots fired yet...but she mentioned a 'bug' that got away..."> 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "Was it something I said?" Asks the Princess with a roll of her eyes as Staren turns and burns. She makes a gesture, and her guns all light up, firing supersonic rounds of flak, splashing the area around the retreating Star Hawk with black smoke clouds of shrapnel. "Run run run little bug. There is nowhere to hide from my sight."     Kotone's drones catch some glimpses of the Princess, before they're summarily swatted by the AA screen. It's inhuman in how fast the lighter weapons track as they pop out of the larger symbiote turrets, tracer fire raking the Drones seconds after they're detected.     As Haguro approaches, the Princess visibly tenses up. She wasn't counting on a Heavy Cruiser... but she doesn't let the tension enter her voice. "Samar didn't need me, so I got bored." is the noncommital reply, a hand lifting and a shoulder rolling in a lazy shrug. "There a problem with a little sport? The surface dwellers won't miss a few dozen cargo planes."     Evangeline's little display gets a turret aimed at her directly, its maw jabbering and clacking teeth at the littlest Neuroi. "Surrender? You and your little band of playmates think you can defeat me? I thought you had some intelligence." she scoffs, then sits up straighter, shifting her weight a little and then stands up, picking the symbiote up as it rearranges into a backpack rig with her turrets on it. "You're starting to bore me now. We'll meet again." The Abyssal then starts to skate backwards, before her turrets open their maws and start to spew a thick smoke to cover her retreat. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa drone feeds turn to static as they are shot down they are little more than flying cameras and just are done there's not even wreckage as the heat from the tracers is enough to wipe them out. Koone having lost her feed, but not before she got an image of the Princess at the very least. She's going to summon some more heavy ordinance from her matter manipulator when the Princes turns tail and runs, she can see through the smoke by shifting visual spectrums but even with that, it's not a good situation to be taking a pot shot for the moment a waste of ammo she thinks. <<If she's gone I could use a lift if no one minds. I got a bad feeling we're going to see her again sooner rather than later.>> 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:''' Haguro actually feels somewhat emboldened by the Princess' tension at her existence. Did her reputation really spread that far that quickly? No, no, there has to be some other explanation for it. She can't quite think of it just yet, but whatever the case is, she still feels good enough about it to simply point at the Princess like some sort of hot-blooded protagonist. "There is. If you hunt what you need, then I have no reason to fight you. But!" Now she's getting into it. That pointed finger becomes an open palm as Haguro gestures behind herself towards land (somewhere in the distance). "If you use these waters as a playground to kill mindlessly and spoil like the humans that made us, then you'll be treated just like them!" That delivery could use some work. And the lines. Still, the threat is pretty clear! Haguro doesn't chase after the Princess as she goes, nor do her turrets raise in the slightest. The Cruiser simply crosses her arms over chest and stares right into the smoke. Not that she can actually see into the smoke or anything, but the Princess doesn't need to know that. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Really as soon as Evangeline has reported she has to report again. <"...correction...shots fired...">      Of course, by now there is really no need for her to even say so. When she herself is not actually fired upon, Evangeline tilts her head in curiousity. "...you will not escape so easily..." she says, then takes off into the smoke. With her suite of sensors, she should be able to track the princess even in this smokescreen, but one never knows when dealing with abyssals. And if the princess dives Evangeline won't be able to follow anyway.      If she -is- able to track the princess, Evangeline relays the position to her allies. <"...I am attempting to pursue..."> 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     A few hits won't take down the Star Hawk, but it gives Staren some useful information about how long he can expect to last in the open air against this enemy.     He already finds himself pondering anti-flak armor designs... no, now's not the time!     If Evangeline is successfully able to track the abyssal, Staren re-engages -- flying in low under the radar, then transforming to humanoid mode and attacking with the railgun once he gets close.     If Evangeline can't track her, though, once it's clear the princess is retreating and the others are safe, Staren relaxes, slowing down and transforming again to stand on the island while taking stock of how everyone's doing. Seems the abyssal didn't want a big fight this time... 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Its a valliant attempt, but much to noone's surprise, the Abyssal dives once she's covered by the smoke. The area seems to 'lift' slightly, as if the whole world were holding its breath while the Abyssal was there.     Shigure calls all points to the rendezvous, she looks pensive following all the reports in. "This is about as bad as I feared... we shall keep a close eye on national reports. Any other sightings will have to be met with full force of arms." she sweeps her gaze across those present. "Thank you, all. I will keep in touch." 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline follows the princess until the point where she dives, then the neuroi turns back to meet up with the others. <"...I don't think she was expecting a full scout deployment..."> she radios to the others as she heads toward the rendezvous. <"...she said she did all of this...simply because she was bored...and that no one would miss a few planes or ships...> 
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6709/MECC: Yang Xiao Long vs Deelel

2019-07-06T01:33:04Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/07/05
|Location=MECC - Stage 3
|Synopsis=The fight between Deelel and Yang Xiao Long
|Thanks=Majima Goro for the commentary.
|Cast of Characters=906, 8, 7055
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     <"Scathing eyes ask that we be symmetrical, one sided and easily processed. Yet each mishappen spark's unseen beauty is worth far more than its would be judgement."> Yang's voice echos across the stage as she rises out of a hatch in the floor. The arena morphs, creating a quartet of different terrains, cut up like a pizza. Going clockwise, there's a forest, a desert, an icy ocean-like area, and a volcanic hellscape. Yang lifts a fist into the air, deploying her gauntlets and firing a single bolt, which detonates in the air in a shower of ember-like motes.     She then steps out into the volcano area, and sets her stance as she waits for her opponent to arrive, gauntlets unfolding and the brawler assuming a ready stance. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel had had a heck of a match against Haguro and now was up to face Yang she'd not talked to her in a while if Yang paid attention Deelel was very quiet on the Watch radio band. She gives Yang a big old grin on her face. "Greeting Yang." There's the faint warble to her voice as she speaks and she seems to be sizing the young Huntress up for a moment. "It's been a long time since I have seen you fight. I'd like to see what you can do now." She's clad in a swimsuit like top, cargo pants and boots, but they don't seem to have any seam and glowing tattoos like a circuit board are visible on her left arm. 

:'''{{#var:7055|Majima Goro (7055)}} has posed:'''     Up in the announcer's booth is a one-eyed man with an eyepatch, surveying the arena. He adjusts the sleeve on his black tuxedo, grips the microphone in one hand, and flicks it on with a dramatic sweep of the hand. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Multiverse, live from the MECC arena, it's your host Majima Goro with... the runner up bracket semifinals! I hope everybody's ready for another climactic showdown! Before we begin, let's have a brief rundown of who's against who today!" Those watching via screen get convenient statistical rundowns and a camera zoom-in of Yang. "Yang Xiao Long hails from the Beacon Academy, and like anyone crazy enough to make it this far, is no slouch in combat. She specializes in hand-to-hand combat, but her defensive capabilities are unmatched!" Next, the screens and camera move to Deelel. "Meanwhile, Deelel hails from a computer system known as 'The Grid!' A skilled gladiator already, she specializes in a chakram-like weapon known as an ID Disc. Can her discus-throwing skills see her through to the end? I'm as excited as you are to find out!" "It's a thrilling arena today, everyone! The combatants will be forced to adapt on the fly through forest, desert, glacier, and--a volcano?! Quick reflexes and quick thinking will likely be the deciding factors in today's competition! It appears Yang has fired a warning shot just to announce her presence...." "...but it doesn't appear her opponent is taking the bait, sizing up the situation first. Let's see which competitor decides to take the initiative!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang grins back at Deelel, adjusting her stance just a little bit. Anyone looking close enough would see a shift in her gauntlets as well. "Nice to see ya again Dee. I'm lookin' forward to throwin' down with you, too." she replies, then takes off, circling around into the forest area, firing off a couple of explosive bolts from her gauntlets as she goes. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel was pleased with Majiuma being the announcer this would make an interesting match even more interesting. She nods once to Yang as she will see the bolt come and she summons her Keyblade from the start she'll use it to deflect some of the damage from Yang's shot but she doesn't seem content to hold still for long. She bolts towards Yang at high speed and moves to try and flang her with several strikes before pulling away from her and leaping up into some of the rocks that make up the volcano arena. She looks like she's ready to leap again in short order as well as the rule of fighting Yang is, don't sit still. 

:'''{{#var:7055|Majima Goro (7055)}} has posed:''' There's a distinctive cracking open of a can of something, as Majima's voice rings out. "The two competitors have struck up a friendly conversation, but that doesn't stop them from getting into it with gusto! Yang's headed to the forest, keeping Deelel at range with some bolts from her gauntlets! Is she hoping to use the trees for cover from Deelel's disc? Or is she setting herself up for Deelel to generate some 'log' files atop her head?!" "It looks like Deelel has more than a disc, pulling out a key-shaped blade to deflect the shots almost effortlessly! Yang's efforts to stay at range seem to be for naught, the Program's surging in to strike her with that Key of hers, but that doesn't seem to be how she intends to 'unlock' her victory! She's already retreating, trying to coax Yang out from the forest towards the volcano! I wouldn't doubt that we're going to see all parts of this arena used to their fullest tonight!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang grunts as Deelel comes charging in. She brings her arms up and uses the strike plate on the outside of her gauntlets to take the strikes on the metal, a golden glow forming around the strike area and dulling some of the impact.     When Deelel backs off, the huntress moves to grab one of the trees, uprooting it with a grunt of effort, lifting it over her head and then hurling it at Deelel with a kiai of effort. "C'mon Dee, don't leaf. My bark is worse than my bite. Honest." she quips with a big grin. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel says "Oh I have some ideas about that." Deelel will attempt to leap out of the way but she's caught by the tree as she does so and is sent flying, she slams into a rock face and will take a few seconds to recover and peel herself out after a hell of a hit like that, she's got some plans in mind and he's going to have to make the most of them as Yang just hits like a Light Train. She will end up taking her keyblade and throwing it at Yang followed by her ID Disc as she attempts to get further up the slope she's got a plan but it will take some time to deploy it So she keeps moving and levels her keyblade and casts a spell. "BOLT!" Sending several lighting bolts right for Yang, and she may be leaving something else in her wake... 

:'''{{#var:7055|Majima Goro (7055)}} has posed:'''     There's a quick zoom-in of Yang's gauntlets deflecting the keyblades for the benefit of the audience, the camera zooming out as Majima takes the microphone again. "Yang's gauntlets are doing their work, treating that blade like a housekey clacking against a doorknob! Apparently she's not content to leave the forest behind, though, grabbing a tree to lob at her opponent! Launching a log like that at such a good friend...why, it's practically tree-son!" There's a shot of the log arcing through the air like a javelin towards Deelel, somehow even swapping to an angle as if the audience is riding the log towards the program, allowing a first-person view of it smashing her directly into a rock wall. Then it cuts out again to allow a running view of Deelel's counterattack. "Deelel's taken a big hit, but don't count her out, everyone! That keyblade works just fine at a distance, and with her disc in the air too, it's a double whammy--and she's not done yet! Now that she's got the high ground, she's calling down the lightning! All the stops are coming out, but will it be enough?!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang comes charging out after the tree-valin, only to get nailed in the face by the ID Disc and Bolt combo. Her Aura flares brightly, but she's sent flying from the double impact, landing square in the middle of the desert area. As she gets back up, a trickle of blood can be seen coming from a cut under her hairline, while the long tresses of her hair begin to emit motes of golden light, like embers from a fire. "That was a pretty fancy shot." she calls out, standing back up and lifting her head, revealing burning red eyes. "Now it's my turn."     Yang slams her fists together, sending sand spraying in all directions, then she leaps forward, cratering the ground under her feet as she launches herself up towards where Deelel is retreating to. Once she's in range, she unleashes a flurry of punches, each one punctuated by a shotgun blast of raw kinetic force. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Yang is not someone you can leave going on her own for long, it would be very unwise to do so in a fight like this against her, she knows just how hard yang hits and how brutal she is. She also fins this out as she has Yang getting into he face punch shooting her again and again which will cause her body to start cracking bleeding light and she cries out in pain but there's a smirk on her face. "You are strong but your fighting style is basic and predictable." What were those things she'd left on the ground through the fight? Explosives, that's what and they are ticking down and she holds out a baton which forms into a jet which she hops into and rake off second before the explosives go off in chain of explosive which might just break through to magma, even if does not do that there;' the blasts and all the rock etc they kick up to worry about, and Deelel will not h3esate not to come in on a strafing run with her jets machineguns. 

:'''{{#var:7055|Majima Goro (7055)}} has posed:'''     The audience is given a dead-on shot of the twin projectiles striking true on Yang, the thunder and lightning striking only making her rise from the ground more dramatic. "Yang has taken a serious hit! It's going to take some doing to make a recovery, but it looks like she's up for the job! Even her hair is glowing with intensity! She's realized keeping Deelel at range only hurts her, and she's closed the distance and leaps--in a single bound, all the way back into melee range! Each of her devastating blows looks like it's enough to send a lesser fighter to the hospital, and Deelel seems to be taking them like a champ!" Yang is shown leaping down towards the camera, with a faux 'camera-shatter' effect showing before switching to a swoop-around of her flurry of augmented punches. "Deelel's cracking like an overheated cheesecake!" Majima announces, "But it doesn't look like she's down and out yet! She's still bravely quipping like the light beaming from her body is just for decoration! What could she possibly have planne--" The first explosives start, and Majima struggles to be heard over them. "Incredible! She's littered the field with hidden explosives! The volcanic ground is rupturing! Yang won't just have to defend against Deelel's attack, but the earth itself spitting molten lava like so much unwanted chewing gum! Can she do it? Does she have what it takes to survive this explosive, fiery hellscape and deliver the finishing blow?!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang is engulfed in explosions, her Aura flaring brightly, before it's overwhelmed by the detonations. The faux-cano erupts, and spreads flames across the forest, turning parts of the desert to glass and sends steam erupting from the ice area to fog up the rest of the arena.     It's quiet, almost too quiet... and then a pile of rubble explodes out from around the fallen Huntress. "Not done yet." she growls, hair seemingly turned to living flames, and her eyes glowing in the shadow of her fringe as she gets back to her feet. "If it's stupid but works, it's not stupid." she retorts to the Program, leaping up to grab onto the Light Jet, smashing fists into it trying to get the Program out. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel does not expect Yang to be down, no that would be too darn easy and she's right about that as she hears the Huntress growl she's not done yet. "I'm not finished yet." Yang gets the jet, uhoh this is back and well the plane is going down as this happen Deelel will banish the jet which dissolves into golden wireframes she starts to fall and Yang likely will too as this happens. Deelel has her ID disc in hand and makes several brutal strikes for Yang even as she starts to fall back towards the ground. "Well now let us see how you adapt to changing conditions!" Deelel seems ready to handle the fall but what countermeasures Yang has? She has no clue there but is ready for something to happen even as this crazy fight goes on, but she's pretty sure she won't' last much longer herself if she takes another hit or two like the last one. 

:'''{{#var:7055|Majima Goro (7055)}} has posed:''' "I can't see Yang underneath the rubble! I think that's it! I think she's out for the count! Fog is filling the arena, but I think Deelel is the winner of--" ... "Cancel that! That pile of rubble has exploded away to reveal the Burning Gold of Beacon Academy herself! She's still standing! Even as the desert's turned to glass, and the arena's covered in a mist from the melting ice, Yang's not out of the fight yet! It seems her hair might still be alight from the explosions, but she doesn't care! She's leapt right to Deelel's vehicle to tear the Program right out of the sky to the blazing, steamy glass below! This fight is full of surprises!" There's a decided metallic 'clank' of an aluminum can smacking down onto a surface from Majima's microphone. "The jet is down! The jet is down! It's dissolved away into a pile of gleaming lines of light, and Deelel's counter-attacking before they've even landed! It looks like she's trying to beat the girl down and finish this fight before they hit the ground! Will it be enough?!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang takes the ID Disc to the shoulder, drawing blood, and cutting through the fabric, which seems to set itself alight as it starts to regenerate itself. The Huntress's wounds aren't sealing up so quickly anymore as her Aura fails slowly. Then the jet dissolves and she's send plummeting to the ground.     Yang's been in this position multiple times, and instead of just slamming down, she fires her gauntlets downwards to arrest her momentum, making the slam down into the glass-desert, shattering it back into fragments. She doesn't pause, and launches up again, doing a flip then dropping like a flaming comet towards Deelel with a blast from her gauntlets. On impact, she punches the ground causing a ripple of debris to fire out in all directions, but mostly in the way of Deelel. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel is able to make the fall well enough, as she hits the ground Yang could be down? No, she's not down. "Oh, this is bad, very bad." She notes as she sees Yang has made the landing and now shes' got Yang on the move once more right for her. She knows better than to try and tank Yang to the face, she's already had that happen. Yang slams into Deelel more of her body crack and this time there's voxel cubs going flying from the wreckage that hits her and Deelel sinks to the ground, she's clearly done the match is over. She's just laying there not even moving until the arena starts to fade and the damage starts to be reverted. "You still got Game...so food?" 

:'''{{#var:7055|Majima Goro (7055)}} has posed:''' Majima's tone grows even more excited. "It's not enough! It's not enough! Deelel's brutal assault isn't stopping Yang! She's smashed down onto the glass surface of the tortured desert, sending scintillating shards of silicon everywhere! But--she's up again! She's launched into the air, turning herself into a burning meteor of fury! She's missed the impact--but that may have been the point! Her second smash is sending a brilliantly shining blizzard of molten blades of glass through the air! Deelel can't possibly hope to dodge through all of that, but it looks like..." For the audience's convenience, there is a slow motion replay of Yang slamming down like a rocket into the ground, and the shockwave of rippling glass refracting the sunlight with an eye-searing prism of luminous force, and Deelel... Well, Deelel seems to be falling apart, cubes flying off her left and right. She doesn't move until the arena returns to normalcy, and the screen cuts to Yang's face to celebrate the victory. "Ladies and gentlemen, from the very brink, Yang erupts like a volcano to secure the victory! It's been an honor sharing this experience with all of you tonight! Please stay tuned for post-match analysis, replays of the best moments, and information on the remaining rounds of the MECC! Good night!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang stands after her final strike, lifting her fist to the sky to claim victory. The arena resets, and she releases a deep breath she was apparently holding that entire time since impact to reset. Her hair drops and stops glowing, and as she opens her eyes, they're no longer red, returned to lilac. The lifted fist is unclenched, and an open hand is offered to Deelel. "Sure, there's a place in town I know. You might like it." she says, helping Deelel to her feet before heading out of the arena. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel has to admit Majima made a heck of an announcer and some ideas form in her head maybe to hire him for something later, but that's not on her plate tonight, tonight it's time to go celebrate Yang's victory is it not "So promise me one thing? Win the tournament would you?" There's a big old grin on her face as she follows Yang out. 
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6676/MECC: Yang Xiao Long vs Android 17

2019-06-20T01:05:24Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Get down to rock! Get up to burn! Stand up with pride that burns with your desire!" Heavy rock music, and a gravelly voice echo across the arena, a wide, flat 'plate' of rough white tiles, no terrain, no advantage to one side or the other. A field for the trial of skill and tenacity. Yang arrives via a lift that deposits her on one end of the arena, opening a panel in the floor and melding perfectly with the tiles. "Grasp the truth! Hold it high! Raise your fists that's why it's made to start it. Stand up with pride that burns for your desire... don't be afraid to listen to your own heart. Here we go, that's my heartbeat for you!"     As Yang lifts a fist and deploys her gauntlets, the crowd roars in approval as the music dies down. "ARE YOU READY TO ROCK!?" she bellows, stepping from her entry platform and moving to the center of the arena. A roar echos back. "LETS GIVE IT UP FOR MY OPPONENT TOO! HE MADE IT THIS FAR ON HIS OWN SKILL JUST LIKE I DID!"     She gestures to 17, who gets just as big a roar of approval. This crowd is looking forward to a fight between these martial artists.     Yang then gives a bow, pressing her right fist into her left palm, then sets into a combat stance. "Finally get to slug it out eh big guy? Not exactly how I imagined it, but lets make this a good one." she says, then, when the buzzer sounds, she kips forward, launching herself in for a straight jab to start off. 

:'''{{#var:6730|Android 17 (6730)}} has posed:''' Seventeen approaches the arena in his usual calm manner.  Hands initially in his pockets, wearing his normal green and white shirt, jeans, and an orange band on his right arm that says 'RANGER'.  As he jumps onto the stage, he looks across to Yang as she makes things a spectacle.  It's not his style, but he's not going to cramp on someone else's.   When she gets the crowd to roar for him, he makes a small wave at people, before moving to tighten his gloves.  He returns Yang's bow with a respectful one of his own and quickly drops into a stance of his own.  "Oh?  What did you imagine?  Burning field during the full moon where we sit on either side of a battlefield?  Collapsing castle?  Ooooh, how about during a rock side?" He says, with a carefree chuckle.   "Yeah, I'm ready.  May the best fighter win," Seventeen says, being the ever good sport.   The strike comes, he tries to move out of the way, but the speed was a bit unexpected.  As he turns, the strike nails him across the underside of the jaw, causing him to fly back from the punch.  However, it seemed he decided to throw away defense at the last moment for an opening. Immediately springing back, he aims to try and shove a palm strike right across her chest, aiming to try and send her spiraling away.   

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Solid connection, that will have to have hurt. Yang follows 17 as he spirals backward, then pushes right into his return strike as it comes in, moving to deflect the arm with her own, then grab at his shirt as the strike sails past her.     "Not bad, that sent a guy through a second storey window from ground level once before." she comments idly, as she tightens her grip, goes to kick 17's legs out, then try to whip him up and over to slam him into the ground. 

:'''{{#var:6730|Android 17 (6730)}} has posed:''' The grab turns into Seventeen quickly aiming to break the command grab with a block of his own, preventing the initial grab, and a block with his leg stops Yang from sweeping the leg.  The two collide with a shockwave of force that could easily knock people flat.  There is a small smile on his face, as he looks up towards her. "You'll find I'm a bit tougher than most people," Seventeen says, nonchalantly, before bringing his knee up to try and catch the underside of Yang's jaw, and bring both hands down in a hammer blow for the side of her head, aiming to try and make up for lost time. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang takes the strike to her chin full on, a flare of light dulling the blow, only to flare up again at the axehandle. She staggers to the side, but with a quick shift of her feet, doesn't go down just yet.     "Ah, I actually felt that one." she quips back. "Tough as old boots, so my dad used to say." she adds, then brings herself back in close, aiming a flurry of blows into 17's center of mass. 

:'''{{#var:6730|Android 17 (6730)}} has posed:''' Seventeen and Yang start going blow for blow, exchanging blows with each other as it seems that they're both very good at being able to keep each other at melee.  However, initially, he seems to be matching her blow for blow, aiming to take the punches out of her...punches.  Eventually, there is a small break. Then Seventeen pushes forward, aiming to open with his own flurry of blows, aiming to take advantage of the small break in the action to push forward himself.  Aiming to collide a powerful blow straight for the face, before leaping back to gain some distance. "Yeah, I'm feeling yours too.  Can't say that very often, usually pretty hard to give me some lasting damage.  Well...I used to be able to say that, apparently lots of things in the Multiverse hit like an asteroid impact," he says, with a mild grin.  "Who taught you?" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang takes the strike to the face, but bends backward and flips away landing with a skid in a half-crouch. "Trust me, I'm just getting warmed up!" she replies, rubbing her jaw as she stands back up. She settles back into her stance, and starts to circle around the cyborg. "Dad taught me the basics, but I taught myself a lot too. Best teacher is the real world, after all."     She then does a slight 'twitch', her gauntlets adjusting to a subtly different position. She then braces herself, and starts punching the air, firing her 'shotgauntlets' with each punch apex, launching a volley of explosive bolts with mild homing. 

:'''{{#var:6730|Android 17 (6730)}} has posed:''' Seventeen swerves, trying to out manuever the shotgun blasts.  Several more come in, but he at least knows she has a ranged option...and a dangerous one at that.  When a few come in at once, his body erupts in a  green ball of energy, blocking the shots with the ANDROID BARRIER.   He does not escape unsinged, but he does not take the full brunt of that attack.  His barrier is gone, as he fires a barrage of his own shots at Yang, these ones fly out in different directions, aiming to come at her from left, right, and center.  These ones, however, are quite good at homing. "Yeah, that's the truth.  I guess you can say I'm self-taught too.  A good partner goes a long way though." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang resets her gauntlets, and crosses her arms in front of her, a familiar pose to 17, most likely. She's aiming to just tank the energy blasts and is engulfed in a smoke cloud as they strike her body and detonate.     As the smoke begins to clear, a yellow glow begins to make itself known. The shape moves, and suddenly launches itself out of the cloud, scattering the smoke as Yang comes rushing back in with a series of punches. They don't appear any different from before, but each one feels harder, like she's gotten a power boost. Her hair is giving off motes of energy, like flames, and her eyes have shiften to a red hue. 

:'''{{#var:6730|Android 17 (6730)}} has posed:''' Words are gone as the two engage each other far more seriously.  Fist collides on fist, as once more Seventeen uses his body to block, but matching her strikes with his own.  Each one aiming to try and keep her from getting a solid hit on him.  He keeps pace with her, though right now it looks like she might have the upper hand. Then there was a blur of motion, Seventeen moves at a nearly imperceptible speed, aiming to drop from above with a leg towards the top of her head, before swinging another punch for the center of mass.  He doesn't stop there, aiming to try and grab Yang's arm and aim to try and toss her over his shoulder. While Yang explodes in damage, Seventeen seems to focus on his opponent, learning them throughout the fight. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang seems to be getting the upper hand... but then 17 uses that speed hack, and she's overwhelmed. Knocked aside, grabbed and then tossed, she hurtles through the air, and slams down hard, skipping across the ground a few times. She manages to get a hand on the ground, and launches herself up and over, landing on her feet and skidding back a little further, her Aura flickering slightly for a moment or two before stabilizing.     Yang lifts her chin, grinning maliciously as her hair seems to blaze like an inferno. She stands, slams her fists together and causes an airburst around herself, sending the dust from her landing away and clearing the air. Yang then shifts her stance, gathering down into a half-crouch, then fires herself forward, cratering the arena floor as she fires her gauntlets to augment her own legs leap. The Huntress can't flicker out like 17 can, but she's still pretty fast. She seems to be coming in for another straight-on attack, but at the last moment, fires a gauntlet to jink to the side, and comes in from the left, sweeping a haymaker around as she plants her feet and puts her back into it. 

:'''{{#var:6730|Android 17 (6730)}} has posed:''' That was faster than Seventeen had expected, the Android Barrier comes up around him to absorb the blow, trying to take everything she had into it.  There is a struggle, for a split second, it looks like he might have it, before the haymaker shatters the barrier and sends Seventeen flying across the arena. Battered and bruised as he hits the ground and rolls, he manages to catch himself finally and flips to his feet and skids across the arena.  His hair comes down messily across his face as he leans in.   A barrage of shots come flying at Yang, trying to once more catch her by surprise with a full spread of shots, before he dives in right behind them.  Aiming to catch her off guard by trying to slam his elbow under her chin while she was focused on the blasts, before aiming to aim a kick up to launch her upwards. In a burst of speed, he appears right above her, aiming to swing both hands down in a haymaker of his own, aiming to send her back crashing to the ground. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang grins as 17 goes flying, but then she's subjected to a massive assault by the Android. She brings her guard up, hunkering down to tank through it all again. Blasts explode against her Aura, she elbow meets her crossed guard and staggers her backward, opening her up for the haymaker to smash her into the ground. Dust covers the impact, and the arena goes quiet for several long moments.     Did he get her? Is it over?     Yang pulls herself up out of the rubble, her Aura flickering and crackling, like a bubble that's mere moments from bursting. With a clench of fists, and a bestial bellow of defiance, she stabilizes it one last time, gathering all of her energy into her fists. Damned be the defenses.     Yang charges at 17 as he's recovering from his outburst, and lays into him with a flurry of blows, each hammer-like strike only being followed by one even stronger, the young Huntress unleashing the full potency of her Semblance in that one instant. 

:'''{{#var:6730|Android 17 (6730)}} has posed:''' Yang flies out of the dust, bursting right for him.  He knows better than to challenge her punches directly again.  He readies, making it look like he's about to make the same mistake.  The Android looks like he's about to block... If he misses the timing on this, it's over. He does not.   He disappears right at the last moment.  She almost could feel the shirt get torn from the swing.  He appears just above her again, aiming to angle himself behind her.  He specifically does not repeatedly go for people's backs because A) it's annoying, and B) it's predictable.  Everyone with blink does this! However, this time he does to try and catch her off guard, trying to eke out every bit of an advantage he can.  He swings both arms in a blow, before disappearing again.  He just appears to be moving around the entire battlefield at once, aiming to strike her from as many angles as he can. He is /stupidly/ fast.  Eventually, he comes up right above her to try and deliver the final blow of his combo, aiming to try and once more slam her right back towards the arena.   

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang staggers, without her Aura, those hits /hurt/. She drops to a knee, but just as the last blow comes down, she lifts her arms and grabs the fist, squeezing it mercilessly. "Not this time." She growls, turning that final blow aside. As she stands she brings her right fist straight up in a simple uppercut to 17's midriff, seemingly attempting to launch him with the last of her Semblance and Aura. 

:'''{{#var:6730|Android 17 (6730)}} has posed:''' The last uppercut swings up, Seventeen turns to try and block, once more the barrier popping open to try and absorb the blow.  There is a clash of power between the two, the arena could feel the strike.   Unfortunately, it's Seventeen that hits the ground this time.  Rolling across the ground he finally stops, flat on his back looking straight up.   "Looks like it's my loss." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang staggers, nearly topples over from the exertion, but clenches a fist, Aura releasing and flickering out as she claims victory.     The arena then chimes and resets itself, refreshing the pair to prefight state. Yang wanders over to 17, offering a hand with a grin. "That was a hell of a fight. We should spar again sometime. Who knows, we could learn a thing or two from each other, eh?" she says. "Wanna grab something to eat? There's a shwarma place in Grand Dorado I know of." 

:'''{{#var:6730|Android 17 (6730)}} has posed:''' Wounds regenerate, thanks to the power that is the shrine, as Seventeen pushes himself back up to his feet, with a hand up from Yang. "Yeah, it was and yeah we should," he nods towards the fight commentary and then grins, "Sure, winner pays." 
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6573/MECC: Yang Xiao Long vs Note

2019-05-15T01:11:26Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:6386|Note (6386)}} has posed:'''     The Arena is a raised circular platform of immense size. Marble-textured white tiling for hundreds and hundreds of square feet. It floats high above a sunlit grassy plain. Warm and pleasant weather is a constant here, with the humidity kept low so martial artists won't be drowning in their own sweat...     A gateway rises from one end of the circle and Note emerges from it, with the gateway receding as she steps clear of it!     She's dressed in her usual attire and looking out across the arena at her opponent's entrance location...     "Alright... it's time to show off the results of all my hard work with that gravity training!" She brings both hands up, wrists crossed... and SLAMS THEM BACK DOWN to her waist in a bold motion. "HAAAAAH!"     With an instantaneous *KRAKA-WHOOOOSH* golden power bursts up around her, igniting into a constant shining aura that fills the air with a thrumming pulse-noise. Her hair raises into an array of spikes, shifting to a similar golden hue, while her eyes narrow as they change from black to green...     Yang's seen this before, sure. But this time something's different. The transformation DIDN'T wreck the arena around her. It didn't shake the ground. And... a few moments after it completes, the aura drastically dampens down into just a filmy glow surrounding Note.     The only question one must ask is... how is this being LESS overtly impressive an improvement?     "So you better show me what you've got! I'm not gonna hold back!" As if to prove this statement, Note lashes out with a palm, launching a bolt of burning blue Ki straight for her opponent! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang steps out of a gateway that mirrors Note's. She lifts an arm to the crowd or cameras watching, then deploys her gauntlets with a bit of a flourish. She settles into a stance as Note performs her transformation, quirking a brow at the more subdued state. "Wouldn't expect ya to, Note." replies Yang with a grin, bringing her arms up in a crossed guard to tank that energy bolt, aura flaring brightly as she absorbs the strike and skids back slightly from the impact.     "Whew! That was a spicy one! Here, give this one a go!" bellows Yang, bringing her right arm back behind her, then throwing a haymaker towards Note, flinging a bolt of explosive power right back at the young saiyan 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      Touta finds himself back in the guest seat within the commentator box. "Alright, guess I'm back at it again. Still you think they'd give me another person to commenta-" A wry smile comes on his face as he looks over to the corner.      The crowd is eager as the fighters arrive at their corners. Cheers can be heard for both competitors from the stands and while they might be cheering for different people everyone wants to see punches fly.      The chattering and hollering settles though as intro music begins and a voice comes in over the comms. "Hello everyone! Welcome to the MECC Tournament! For those who are just tuning in the name's Touta Konoe here as a guest commentator for this fight! And as a special treat we have another guest commentator with me! Not a lot of people know him, but he's one of the sharpest guys around say hello to Sable Si-"      "It's Kurobo! And I didn't...Ah whatever. Greetings all who are watching. For this fight we have two powerhouse contestants who specialize in the art of hand to hand combat. In the red corner we have someone who's been garnering much attention already in this tournament, Yang Xiao Long. With a record of one win and two losses she's come to let everyone know she's ready to even the score."      "And you said you didn't wanna do this? And in the blue corner for her second fight, we have Note...Uh...It just says Note. Well, no biggy! So far Note's one for one in the tournament so far. So this match will go to show that she's no fluke! Now without further ado, let's get this match started!"      The buzzer goes off and before a punch is even thrown Note does something that leaves Touta speechless.      "Hmm, it looks like Note intends to start this fight with everything she's got, letting her ki amass to the point that not only is it visible to the naked eye, but appears to be changing color as well. Fascinating..."      "Wait, how do you even know all of th- Ah?! And Note starts the offensive by firing off some sort of blue Ki at Yang! How's she gonna handle it?!"      "A spicy attack indeed, but Yang toughs the blow, showing she knows how to handle the heat. It looks like she intends to return the favor though with a bit of heat of her own." 

:'''{{#var:6386|Note (6386)}} has posed:'''     Funny how the two martial artists are starting off with ranged attacks! Note all but mirrors Yang's motion, shielding her face and torso with her comparatively tiny arms. The blast bowls her over though! The little Saiyan yelps in surprise as she tumbles over backwards and rolls three times, but ends up on all fours... and springing forward instantly.     Transitioning into a sustained dash, she zigs and zags across the distance to confuse Yang!     "Alright, warm-up's over!" Being a little shorter than Yang isn't going to stop this girl. She swings up in front of her opponent and opens up with a flurry of punches and kicks meant to overwhelm her defenses and drive her back! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang's ready for the rush. It's exactly what she'd do in that position and with the flurry of blows coming in, she starts intercepting them with punches of her own. The addition of kicks, and the smaller frame of the saiyan makes sure that she's pummeled pretty hard, Aura blazing bright yellow, similar to Note's own ki aura in some ways.     She grins and shifts slightly, grabbing at one of Note's legs as a kick comes in. Should she get a good grip, she starts to slam the Saiyan into the arena floor, using her augmented strength. 

:'''{{#var:6386|Note (6386)}} has posed:'''     There's tremendous power behind Note's strikes. Every time they clash with Yang's, the air ripples and thunders, energy sizzling at the point of contact as her Ki wars with Yang's own power. The arena beneath the warriors groans and cracks before long.     But one mis-placed kick lands the little Saiyan in hot water! "--Aaah--"     WHAM! WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM!     That would be it for most people. But Note manages to shield herself from the worst by twisting her body around and spreading the impact around!     The problem with grabbing her by the leg though... is that it leaves her tail free to curl about Yang's offending arm. The moment she's slammed into the ground one last time... Note uses her low-to-the-ground leverage and tailgrip to SPRING OFF THE GROUND and drive a DEEP and solid kick at Yang's gut, while trying to pull Yang into it using her tail! 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      "It looks like Note attempts to tought it out like Yang, but finds it's not as easy to suffer a blow like that as you may think. Perhaps Ki isn't as thorough as Aura in soaking up damage? Hmm..."      "Uh, either way it looks like Note's quick to get back on her feet! Man, look at that speed! I didn't remember her being that quick before but she's putting it to good use with an onslaught of strikes!"      The crowd continues cheering as Yang takes the hits in tandem. The crowd is loving every second of this bare-knuckle brawl.      "Yang's experience is showing now however. She's blocking every strike coming at her by matching Note's rhythm and countering each strike with her own."      "Yeah, looks like it, Note better be careful though. As someone who's fought Yang before the more you dish out against her, the more fired up Yang gets, and the more fired up Yang gets, the nastier the punches are gonna be!"      And then...Oh dear the humanity...Or saiyanity? This narrator isn't sure.      "Uggh...If I could cringe that would have definitely done it. Contestant Xiao Long finds an opportunity to slip past Note's strikes and begins mercilessly slamming her into the floor as if she were a sack of potatoes. That could end the fight right there..." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang takes the springkick right in the gut, her aura flaring brightly, then shattering with an electric crackle and the sound of breaking glass. She staggers back doubling over...     Then she shifts her hand and GRABS Note by the tail, squeezing down hard as she lifts her head, eyes glowing red and her usual jovial grin taking on an air of malice. "Nice hit.... I actually felt that one." she says, then uses her grip onf Note's tail to pull her in and then wraps her arms around the saiyan, squeezing tightly. 

:'''{{#var:6386|Note (6386)}} has posed:'''     "Ghuk--" Something WEIRD happens the moment that Yang puts real force into her grip on Note's tail. A startled squawk escapes the little martial artist and the power in her limbs goes noodly! The golden aura dies out, her transformation ending like a snuffed-out candle.     There's nothing she can do... for a half-second, anyways. That's long enough for Yang to get her arms around Note, but the moment the grip on her tail's released... she sucks in a breath of relief, her strength returning.     She can only hope that Yang won't make the connection here.     But her strengthen returning's not enough. as she's crushed against Yang's body, bones creaking from the pressure. "GHYAGHHHHHH!!!" In this insane grip she can only wriggle this way and that, clenching her teeth from increasing pain....     But pain and anger is something she thrives on.     With a renewed burst of energy, Note roars a kiai at the top of her lungs, flexing a storm of power through her muscles to pry Yang's grip loose. The golden power ignites once again, her golden-haired state resuming... except this time, it goes even further. Her arm and leg muscles suddenly gain about an inch of girth, power crackling and sizzling wildl. THIS aura cannot be subdued and contained. It rages like an angry animal, snapping at the air with bonfire intensity. But the result is obvious... a HUGE magnification of strength.     Free of Yang's grip, Note drives a zero-distance ELBOW into Yang's gut this time! 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      The crowd finds its voice once more as Note breaks out of the slam! It looks this fight was still going to continue and they are ready to see more from the faux blonde.      "Well, that's still the toughest sack of potatoes I've seen. Note uses her tail to pull Yang in as she springs off the last slam and into a solid kick right into Yang's gut! And it looks like it was crazy effective! Yang's stepping back her aura looking like glass that was shatterring. This might have evened the playing field."      "It's never that easy for experienced fighters, and contestant Xiao Long is proving that now. It appears she's taking advantage of Contestant Note's exposed tail to get a better grip on her opponent. It goes to show it doesn't matter whether it's an arm, leg or tail. A fighter must be wary of the placement of their body."      "Looks like it, and it seems Yang's doesn't plan to miss this chance! Oh wow...Folks this'll be a first, at least for me, Yang's opting out of using her fists or strikes and going full wrestler! This dragon's got Note in a Bear Hug!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang loses her grip, blasted away by the pulse of raw ki slamming into her like a bubble of force. She staggers back from the force, then gets knocked back further from the elbow, doubling over, and dropping to a knee. Could she be out already?     Unfortunately for the saiyan, Yang's much more tough than all that. She stands up, and much like Note, she reignites her own Aura, the field flaring brilliantly, before fading into nothing again. "That's more like it! Playtime's over!" she bellows, grinning wildly as her hair begins to flare like flames. She sets her stance and slams her fists together, before kicking off from the arena. It leaves a crater from the force of her leap, and much like Note earlier, she closes in to unleash a punishing flurry of blows. Each punch augmented with a pulse of kinetic power as her shotguns fire. 

:'''{{#var:6386|Note (6386)}} has posed:'''     Note faces the onslaught head-on! The results, however... are a little predictable. She is considerably smaller than Yang. For all she pours Ki through her limbs to amplify her strength and match blow for blow... it's her arms that tremble as the strikes resound one after another. Those gauntlets are the biggest difference though. Each 'shot' sends a terrible ache through Note's arms. Every parry is more pain and absorbed shock.     Eventually her little body just can't soak up any more, and one of Yang's blows hits home head-on. Note goes flying, slamming hard into the tiling. She bounces and skids... but SLAMS her hands into the ground to bleed off momentum... and rises, bruised and bloodied. "... guess there's no way I can overpower you up close... okay then!" Note inhales sharply, gathering her power. Her aura blazes brilliantly, swirling and pulsing with increased fury as she does so...     The girl then extends her arms, palms together... and draws them to her side, one held opposite the other to create a small space to contain-- "Kaaaaa Meeee Haaaa Meeee..." With every syllable of the chant, what's coming becomes readily apparent. A spark of blue ki appears in the space between her palms and swiftly expands, straining against its cage.     "HAAAAAAA!!!" Predictably, she thrusts those hands forward, framing Yang in her vision. Now given an escape, the compressed Ki erupts into a sustained wave that courses across the arena, straight for Yang! 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      Touta blinks for a moment keeping silent as the crowd continues to cheer. "Huh, what was-"      "Touta pay attention it's your turn!"      "Ah, my bad! And it looks like Note's releasing a huge surge of power to release herself from Yang's monster grip! She's making it a point to show off that power with a mean elbow right in the again! That's not gonna be fun even for Yang!"      Once again Note appears to do the impossible breaking out of a tough situation and the crowd just loves it! Though there are still some in the crowd cheering for Yang to get her back into another hold, or to slam her around like a pack of potatoes again. People apparently really liked that move for some reason...People are cruel...      "This seems to put some distance between the two. Contestant Xiao Long is reeling back but...No, not yet. She's still clinging onto the fight. To the contrary, it seems she's copying Contestant Note now, Igniting her Aura in a way it looks like fire. I wonder if the crowd can feel any heat from the stands or not?"      "Yang's going in with her own explosive flurry but Note's finding her own rhythm! But you can feel the second impact of each strike from up here folks! Yang's punches are doubling up along with those gauntlets! Every impact gets a second with them and Note's face says it al- Ah?! It hits! One of Yang's blows finds an opening! Note's sent flying! Note...You alright?"      The crowd goes silent for a moment as the see her bounce off the ground like a stone skipping atop a body of water. But the silence breaks again as she finds it in her to stand up again.      "Contestant Note's brings herself to her fight though it doesn't seem that she's planning to get back into a close-up fight with Contestant Xiao-Long...Oh...Interesting...Let's see what Contestant Note's endeavors will yield!"      "Eh...Wait, Kurobo, what're you talking about? What's Note doing? What's that she's saying? Wait, what's all that Blue Ki building up all of a sudden! Oh my she's shooting it! She's shooting some sort of beam thing! Is that actually Ki?!" Touta might be fanboying a little at this application of Ki... 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang roars as she knocks Note flying. She then levels her eyes on the saiyan as she powers up a desperate gambit. Yang doesn't move, she doesn't even try to dodge. Instead she opens her palms and aims to grab the head of that beam. Her hands sink into the plasma, her aura flaring brilliantly against the blue ki. She somehow manages to endure the beam, and with a howling kiai of her own, shifts her grip and sends the monsterous attack into the sky with an Aura-boosted uppercut.     Her outfit is tattered, her body scorched, but her eyes are blazing with fury and her grin remains on her face... those eyes are almost literally glowing red, luminous in the shade of her hair as she hangs hunched forward like some kind of animal. "That was... pretty good. I'm really pumped now.... how about we finish this." she says. Her aura flares one last time, then shatters under its own accord.     Yang then fires behind her, launching forwards and up, arcing over the arena to slam down near to Note's position. She slams her fist into the arena, causing it to ripple and crack, sending shrapnel and debris flying all over the place in a circle around her, but mostly directing a cone toward Note. 

:'''{{#var:6386|Note (6386)}} has posed:'''     Note WINCES as she sees the effort Yang's putting into dealing with that blast! A redoubling of effort sends a bulging PULSE coursing down the beam to make things harder for Yang, but... it's not enough. The beam is deflected and Note ceases to feed it with more power.     That, though, WINDED HER pretty severely. On top of the beating she's suffered, Note staggers forward a few feet gasping for breath... and just isn't capable of gathering herself in time! She attempts to leap OVER the wave of growing debris, but is pelted by chunks of stone and dragged into the brunt of it eventually!     Absolutely covered in rubble, Note's smashed to the ground and isn't getting back up. Just sort of wobbling back and forth trying to summon the strength.     After a moment or two of that, though, her transformation sputters out. "UUuugh..." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang slowly pushes back to her feet from the middle of her crater. She wobbles a moment or two, then lifts her left fist in victory. "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?" she bellows, rallying the crowd one last time before the arena resets, and she releases her Semblance, staggering as the power ebbs and she nearly topples over. "Whoah... man. That was a hell of a workout." she remarks, then approaches Note's landing zone, offering a hand to the saiyan. "Hey, y'wanna go eat some of the buffet places in town out of business?" she asks, grinning boistrously at her friend. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''     "What a spectacle...Contestant Xiao-Long instead of dodging this huge blast of ki is appearing to try and tough it out. She's already suffered so much damage accumulating already, does she still have enough to-" "SHE FLUNG IT?! SHE JUST FLUNG THE BLAST IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! YANG THAT'S CRAZY!!!"      The crowd isn't really sure what's going on, but Touta's yelling and if he's yelling it must be worth yelling about right? So everyone's yelling. Some are cheering there heads off, some are in just absolute disbelief, and then there's some just shouting "Hacks!" but it's being overshadowed by everything else.      "Contestant Xiao-Long's endurance is monsterous. It's hard to believe her record looking at this fight before us. But it seems now that Yang's cleaned up that attack she's taking no time at all. She's launching herself into the sky."      "Up...Up...She's really getting some air time. Ah wait, she's coming down! She's coming in hot! Did you feel that folks?! Yang's landing sends a crazy shockwave! Bits of the arena are going everywhere! But it looks like Note's getting bombarded with it none the less! She's trying her best to get past it all but-!"      "..." The crowd goes silent as she falls on her back, there's no sign of getting back up. Though as her transformation reverts her back to her normal non-golden hairdo another voice comes over the comms.      "It's over. Contestant Note is no longer able to fight. Contestant Yang Xiao Long is the victor."      The crowd goes wild at the announcement. Cheers are heard, fists are raised to imitate Yang who's lifted her own fist up in victory. Yang's name is chanted amongst the crowd, and a round of applause is given as she goes to offer the Saiyan a hand of support. Nothing makes a crowd pleaser like a good sport right?      "Yep. It looks like Yang really brought it today. Great job to both our contestants and an amazing way to end a fight! That's all we have for these two contestants tonight, but if you want to see more keep up to date on the MECC website where you can find awesome stuff from our sponsors!" 

:'''{{#var:6386|Note (6386)}} has posed:'''     "Nghhh..." Note's a bit woozy after that... but looking up and seeing yang there, she grins sheepishly and takes the offered hand, hauling herself unsteadily to her feet and dusting herself off. Thankfully the weird systems of this place are kicking in, reversing the apparent injury rather quickly. So her strength's quickly returning! Except... at the mention of food.     Her stomach growls rather loudly. And in embarassment she lashes her tail back and forth a few times. "Ehehehehe... yeah, sounds like a great idea! Guess I've got to work harder, huh?" 
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6554/MECC: Shigure vs Deelel

2019-05-12T01:24:08Z

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|Date of Scene=2019/05/11
|Location=MECC Stage 6
|Synopsis=The Match between Deelel and Shigure.
|Thanks=Deelel
|Cast of Characters=685, 8
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure centers herself as the announcer does their thing, Blue eyes closed as she gathers herself and prepares for the doors to open.     The announcer, a nondescript man in a suit, wearing sunglasses speaks into a microphone from just off to the side of the arena. "Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages and beings of all kinds, welcome to another Multiverse Elite Combat Championship bout! Today's battle on Stage 6, is a knockdown, drag out bout between two beings created by their respective world's humanity! The Shiratsuyu-class Destroyer, Shigure. And the Multimedia Program, Deelel! Stay tuned for all the play-by-play folks, this is sure to be a match for the history books!"     A gong sounds, and the doors open, allowing Shigure to step out into the arena. She holds one arm up, fist clenched as she looks across the gathered crowd. After she hits the center of the arena, she steps back a few paces to give a good distance between herself and her opponent. The destroyer girl then bows politely at the waist and says simply. "May you find victory on the dawns horizon."     A few moments pass, letting the pair get into their ready stances, before another gong sounds and the announcer shouts "BEGIN!". Shigure's off the instant the call comes to start, plucking her hand-turret from her belt and firing a volley of shots as she starts running to strafe around the Program. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel comes out clad in her strange clothing the cargo pants and swimsuit like top could almost be considered normal but odd fashion save there are no seams or signs of the material being put together she'll listen to the announcer and then turns to Shigure. "Two beings born of mankind's creatively, this will be fun Shigure." Deelel says and she bows slightly but once the call to start goes? Deelel is springing into action. The opening volley comes and she's on the move. 5R The volley comes she's not quite hit directly but she is not able to escape the blast done of the shells, she's clearly been roughed up a bit from them of the singed nature of her outfit and herself. "Not bad!" Deelel is now on the run herself and she pulls the disc off her back it's edge powers up with a hum and she launches it bouncing it off several bits of terrain as she keeps on the move. "Let's see how your game is!" She's also being quite acrobatic as she moves about, and she's never sitting still, if you did on the GAME GRID you lost if it was sport or died if it was how the powers that be on her world liked to run things. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure stows her hand-turret, in favour of the two large tonfa-like cannons on her back. One has a large, multi-barrel assembly instead of its normal single large barrel. That's not important as instead of bringing them up in an offensive posture, letting the ID Disc strike off of the armoured top-plate. The energy blade around the edge digs a deep rut into the metal before rebounding off, and the shipgirl staggers back a bit from the force of the impact, but she's still standing.     "War is a game only the rich can afford to play." she returns dourly, leveling the gattling cannon on the moving Program, adjusting her course to keep space between herself and Deelel. The cannon begins to rotate, and then, with a very loud BRRRRRT-like sound, starts spitting 20mm slugs all around the Program's path! 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel pauses "Ah yes, GAME has a different context from games." She notes for a moment at Shigure "We should not get into a contest of such matter and just have some fun with this, I should think. We're here for games not GAMES." Strange how one sounds light-hearted and the other? Well very much in the same way Shigure speaks of war. Bullets so many bullets are coming to her way and there's no way to dodge so Deelel attempt to endure she catches her ID Disc in one hand and summons her keyblade in the other attempting to deflect what she can, but many shots get through and rather than bleed? Deelel's body disrupts and there are cracks and in one place Shigure could see glowing blue voxels in the open wound. She keeps her blade ready and will lunge for Shigure trying to stick with the strange weapon in close combat. She'll also drop low throwing in a sweeping kick as well. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure shifts and brings her tonfa-like cannons back into a defensive stance once Deelel comes in on the offensive. She takes the keyblade thrust on the turret caps, angling to turn it aside after a moment, a silvery gash appearing in the black paint. She stumbles with the leg-sweeping kick, knocked off balance a little, but instead of trying to right herself, she lets her legs buckle, and falls to a knee... though that doesn't limit her offensive abilities much!     Small 'nests' fold out of her turrets, fairies manning various autocannon emplacements and machinegun arrays. These all angle up to open fire on the Program at pointblank range, tracer fire lancing out as 7.7mm, 12.7mm and 40mm machinegun and autocannon arrays fire their low caliber, high volume volleys at her opponent. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel has seen mecha with lots of guns back in the old war with the Unions and Feds but she' never expected so much ranged firepower on a human-sized package who was around her own /size/. Shigure has a whole lot of gun and it's now raining down on the program as the battle is really going to get shot the wounds are adding up and her body is flat out bleeding light from all the small scale but high volume of fire, she banishes her weapon pulls out a baton, which expands out forming into a light cycle about Deele, there's a grin on her face. "Let's see how you handle this!" The machine makes an otherworldly whine as it engine power up and Deelel drives right at Shigure trying to run her down and she'll twist away trying to hem her in with powerful light walls which could be destroyed with an application of sufficient firepower which Shigure has more than in spade but this manoeuvre might just keep her off balance a bit. "Catch me if you can, Shigure!" Also Techno music starts to play from her craft and damn it's loud! 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure is still on a knee, so the light cycle crashes right into her, knocking her fully over. She grunts, rolling and has to quickly toss one of her tonfa as it begins to smoke and the fairies abandon it, leaping away. She tosses it at the light wall, making the transluscent barrier shatter as the internal magazine cooks off in a large explosion.     The Destroyer girl stands back up, and with her eyes, tracks the path of the light cycle. She then says something under her breath, while drawing a trio of torpedoes from her offhand. The rotary barrel of her remaining tonfa begins to cycle up, whirring away, before it start spitting slugs that detonate into painful shrapnel clouds. Micro-flak shells! They also leave behind a choking cloud of black smoke to make it harder to see clearly. Into this, she tosses the torpedoes like throwing knives, aiming to where she expects Deelel's bike to be when they arrive. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel didn't expect to drop Shigure out of the fight with that but she did hope to push he back a bit it seems to have worked fairly well but it was not enough to push Shigure back. Then comes the counter-attack as the Gatling Tonfa is opening fire and the micro-flak shell are what really messes Delle up and her bike forcing her to derezz it in a cloud of light leaving her sprawled out on the ground and a bit fazed as she attempts to get back up from what just hit her. "Your good as ever, Shigure." Deelel is not quite out of it just yet. She's back on her feet, Keyblade in hand again and she's muttering something. "Thundaga!" Which results in a massive lighting bolt striking from the heavens at Shigure! While Deelel gets on the move again hoping that somehow Shigure does not have enough ammo to keep up the heavy fire for long. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure manages to brace her stance the gattling winding down and emitting a series of clicks and clanks as it reloads. Deelel's attack makes her wince, and she leaps haphazardly aside, just barely missing getting struck dead-on by that lightning. She discards the gattling as the fairies abandon it, that one detonating in much the same way as the other. She seems unarmed now, but is far from it.     Shigure draws a short blade from the small of her back, and pulls another trio of torpedoes from her other thigh-holder. She then sets her stance, and charges in, tossing the torpedoes as a feint, and jinks to come in from the side to slash across Deelel's midsection! 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Shigure is now up close with Deelel and if she was flesh and blood? She's likely been down for the count from the strike to her gut. She, however, is not flesh and is just barely able to push on. It's still and it exposes a glowing voxel rent in her body and Deelel cries out in a rather inhuman digital cry of pain. She feels back, she's still hanging on to her keyblade and she trying to push through but the pain and the damage she has suffered. She staggers back and she looks to Shigure. "Didn't expect you to be so good up close and I'm paying for it." She notes she'll now put that Keyblade back to use. She'll make several blunted swipes for Shigure's own midsection followed up with a strike to the upper torso. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Lacking the heavier armour of her larger fleetmates, getting in this close is always a danger. And so it goes. She brings her blade up to try and deflect those strikes, but several get through, and then she's knocked over by the strike to her chest, sending her sprawling and causing the arena to blare an alert and hit the 'refresh' function.     The announcer, until now going play-by-play in a level tone, all but screams. "AND WE HAVE A WINNER. DEELEL OF THE GRID! Well done to Deelel, and comisserations to Shigure."     The destroyer lays there, looking up at the ceiling. "A good match. Thank you, Miss Deelel." she says in her soft tone. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelele's body visible reknits itself as the damage from the fight fades as the arena systems kick in and she seems to be doing better as she looks to Shigure grinning and she'll move to offer Shigure a hand up. "It was a very good match Shigure, you about had me. Gaining skill in close combat has and will serve you well. Come on I hear the party scene here is pretty good between matches!" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure accepts the hand, hauling herself up. "That sounds enjoyable... this was my last qualifier bout, so I have a lot of free time until the pool results are announced." she says, offering a small smile. She follows Deelel out of the arena, to the cheers of the crowd for both combatants. 
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6524/MECC: Shigure vs Yomi Isayama

2019-05-08T01:21:58Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Once again, Shigure's in the contender's waiting area, watching the doors for when they open. She's got her rigging on, and her blade stored at the small of her back, though the fitting crew are lamenting this rig not coming back from the arena, just like the last three.     The Destroyer girl steps out into the open to the roar of the crowd as the doors open, lifting a gloved hand and waving politely as she moves across into the arena. She stops at the 'start point' offering a polite bow to her opponent, "May we find victory on the dawn's horizon." she says, unhooking her hand-turret, and lobbing a few shells at Yomi once the buzzer sounds to begin the match. 

:'''{{#var:1098|Yomi Isayama (1098)}} has posed:''' It's no sailor suit, but Yomi has come in her school uniform, with shorter sleeves for the summer months. Her sword case is slung over her back, though she pauses just inside the arena to lower it and pull out Shishiou, keeping it sheathed. "Oho~ My first opponent is a cute one, I see!" Yomi smiles brightly at the shipgirl, though she does return the bow, just as politely. "Good luck to both of us, then." She closes her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath, and places one hand on the hilt of her sword, the other holding onto the scabbard. As soon as the buzzer sounds, she snaps her eyes open and charges forward. Her eyes track the incoming shells, preparing to dodge the projectiles... though she's not quite sure on the blast radius on those things. The first one, she outruns. The second, she misjudges, dodging too close to it. It hits the ground in front of her and explodes, but she darts right through the smoke. The third hits close enough to send her tumbling to the side, but she quickly extends a hand and turns her fall into a tumble, rolling with the force of the blast, though there are already some burn marks on her uniform. Her plan in dodging wasn't only to avoid attacks, though; she wanted to get in close. Yomi takes a few steps, then suddenly moves in a burst of high speed, closing the rest of the distance. She starts to draw her sword... but rather than slash with it, she tries to drive the butt of the handle into Shigure's stomach. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure hooks her turret back into place once her volley is fired, and then, when Yomi suddenly appears in front of her, she tries to backpedal, digging her heels in and trying to hop backward away from the impending slash. The fact that Yomi's aiming to use the pommel to smack her in the gut catches her off guard, though her move manages to dull the impact somewhat.     Shigure smiles softly, unfolding her backpack on the gimbal arms, bringing the tonfa-like weapons around for her to grab. "Fast... this shall be interesting." she says, opening up her secondary battery, little 'nests' of machineguns and autocannons unfolding from the turret caps, manned by her fairies who open fire with tracers and flak explosives toward the youkai hunter. "Then let us dance." 

:'''{{#var:1098|Yomi Isayama (1098)}} has posed:''' Guns at close range are dangerous! As soon as she sees the batteries pop open, Yomi quickly backflips away from her opponent, landing in a slight crouch. She finally draws the sword fully, slashing at the air with enough precision to deflect one of the bullets. Her motion continues her around, and the scabbard comes up, a thin shield that takes a few more of the hits for her, though the heat from the explosions still washes over her. A few bullets make it past her defense, punching holes in her clothes, though she just clenches her jaw rather than cry out. "Hnn.." Her foot makes contact with the ground once more, and she darts in quickly again, this time keeping the blade drawn. "Interesting is a word for it!" She makes a quick feint to the right, then slashes diagonally downward toward the left across Shigure's body. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure's ready for the charge this time, but being ready, and being able to do something about it are two different things. As that sword comes slashing down at her, she brings one arm up to interpose the turret and its armour plate, but she misjudges the angle, and leaves her body open, that sword slicing through her uniform, but instead of finding flesh, the blade rakes across her skin like one would expect metal, sending a sharp shriek-like sound and leaving a black line in its wake.     Shigure grunts, and drops to a knee after the strike, wincing and groaning softly... whatever anti-spirit enchantment is on that sword works at least partially.     The Destroyergirl stands back up, and with a quick shift, turns her turrets around so the barrels are facing away from Yomi. Why she would do this becomes evident a moment later, as the report of the guns heralds those thick, wide backplates coming rushing forwards, powered by the recoil. 

:'''{{#var:1098|Yomi Isayama (1098)}} has posed:''' That was definitely interesting... While Yomi knew about the shipgirls, she had never actually fought one, so knowing that their skin acted more like metal against sword strikes was new information... and something to keep in mind. That technique definitely catches Yomi by surprise. Perhaps she'll have to let Master Michael know about how effective it is, and she'll have the bruise to show for it. The plates slam into Yomi before she can properly defend, and all she can do is shift her weight to keep from being knocked completely off her feet. She still skids backwards a short distance, breathing heavily for a moment. "You definitely put your weapons to good use..." She takes a deep breath, regaining her focus, and runs forward again, this time not quite as fast as before. As she raises her sword to attack... Yomi instead leaps up, flipping over the destroyer and landing on the other side. One foot plants, the other pushes, and she slashes out again, a horizontal swipe with her sword. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure brings her turrets back, flipping them around deftly and gives a little smile. "Thank you." she offers, then tenses as Yomi comes dashing in. She blinks as the youkai hunter leaps, and holds out as she feels that slash across her back, cutting through clothe easily again, and leaving another black slice across her back. She stumbles forwards, dropping to a knee with a girlish gasp of pain and surprise.     She doesn't stay down for long though, letting go of her turrets, which gimbal back into place over her back. In the same motion, she stands and draws torpedoes from her thigh launchers, tossing them like throwing knives... throwing knives that explode on impact! 

:'''{{#var:1098|Yomi Isayama (1098)}} has posed:''' Instincts kick in. When projectiles are thrown at her, Yomi slashes at the first one with her sword to deflect it. It works, too! It's just that these are explosives, so it detonates right in her face, sending her flying back and tumbling along the ground. "...tch. I shouldn't have fallen for that one." Ugh, and it's being broadcast all over, isn't it? They're not going to let her live that one down. As she pushes herself back to her feet, Yomi takes a deep breath, gathering her focus, as well as her chi. She slowly advances on Shigure, raising her sword... but then stops a short distance away. "Ranguren!" The air around her shimmers, and the great Divine Spirit Beast appears behind her, its breath hot enough to make plumes of steam. Ranguren growls, then opens its mouth... and Yomi gestures to it. "..not yet." She inclines her head toward Shigure and takes a step back, taking just a moment to catch her breath as the nue leaps forward. Though its teeth do look quite dangerous, Ranguren instead raises a paw as it tries to pounce on Shigure and slam her hard against the ground. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure doesn't waste time as Yomi stands back up, she draws her cannon tonfa again and raises them as the Nue is summoned. She's not fast enough when it pounces though, that large paw managing to slam her hard into the ground with the sound of something large and metal getting choke-slammed. The shipgirl is visibly wounded from the impact, but far from disabled.     Arms still free, the turrets are brought up to fire into Ranguren's underside, armour piercing shells digging in where they strike before detonating a moment later. 

:'''{{#var:1098|Yomi Isayama (1098)}} has posed:''' The explosions rip into Ranguren's underbelly, but the Guardian Beast does not bleed.... it may not even have any actual blood. It's visibly pained, though, rumbling lowly in distress as the explosions singe its fur. "...It's okay, Ranguren," Yomi comforts as the nue growls. Leaning its head down, Ranguren stares straight into Shigure's eyes with all twelev of its own. It opens its jaws wide, hissing loudly, and starts to lower its head... ...and then vanishes into nothing, leaving only a shimmer behind in the air to reveal Yomi, already mid-leap. "HaaaaaaAAAA~!" The exorcist holds Shishiou in both hands and brings the blade down in a powerful slash, trying to land a blow before Shigure is able to get back on her feet. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure is in the middle of reloading her guns when Ranguran starts leaning down as if to bite her. When he vanishes and Yomi's shown mid-air, Shigure brings her arms up, the turrets coming with them... but it's too late. The blade comes down and pierces through the middle of her chest, causing the girl to cough out a glob of black oily fluid, and that same fluid to begin pooling up around the blade. Arms flop down to the sides and the destroyer goes still, her eyes glassy and lifeless. 

:'''{{#var:1098|Yomi Isayama (1098)}} has posed:''' Once she lands her strike, Yomi quickly stands back up, pulling Shishiou back. She seems ready for a coutnerattack, but when Shigure doesn't move, her eyes widen a bit. The exorcist snaps one arm to the side, snapping the blade out hard enough to fling any oil from it, then drops down to one knee. Her free hand reaches out, pressing to the shipgirl's cheek to feel for any flow of spirit. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure's eyes shimmer back to life as the blade is pulled out of her. She coughs again, then winces. "Repair team, lay to the engine room." she croaks. Blue eyes lidded in pain. "It felt like I was sinking... but... I couldn't sink." 

:'''{{#var:1098|Yomi Isayama (1098)}} has posed:''' When the ship coughs and begins to move, Yomi lets out a breath of relief. "...I suppose I know what an exorcist's blade does to you now." She rests her hand on Shigure's shoulder and gives it a squeeze. "Just rest for a minute. Once you feel you can walk, I'll treat you to something to make up for it." Big sister mode: engage. 
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6537/MECC: Shigure vs Alexis

2019-05-05T01:18:07Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure has repaired, and resupplied from her previous bout, a new uniform, replacement gear, (Akashi's probably going to kill her if she blows up another backpack), and a bit of a cleanup, the black haired, blue eyed destroyer emerges from the competator entrance, lifting one fist to the audience, moving to take her position in the arena, going through a few final checklists with her fairies.     As her opponent enters, the destroyer halfbows politely. "I am the Shiratsuyu-class Destroyer, Shigure. May you find victory on the dawn's horizon." she says, then draws her cannons into place, and gets ready. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' Alexis on the other hand doesn't have to worry about patching herself up after fights. Just deciding on what pokemon she is going to use next when one needs a chance to recover from a battle. Fortunately she's got no shortage of options. Or unusual opponents to consider. Phantom ship. In some ways. Ghosts aren't anything new... One that's loaded like a small army, that is certainly a change. But that's why she's here. A chance to pit fighting spirit with opponents she might not typically come across. Lacking a hat or such like some Trainers seem to prefer Alexis opts for a quick mimicing of a salute, since it is a military ship in some form she's about to go up against. "Yeah. Let's give these people the sort of show they're here for." With that out of the way she grabs a darker colored pokeball, expands it, and throws it. "Let's go, Grindcore!" The ball does it's usual release of energy, but this time there is an audible sound of something heavy hitting the ground as it consolidates itself. The glow receeds, only to be replaced with the sheen of silver and gunmetal grey as the saurian behemoth rears back and roars. "AAAAGRON!" Then lowers his head and turns to peer one eye at Alexis, who shakes her head. "Competative fight, big guy. None of the Mega stuff tonight." He snorts a bit of dust and nods in understanding, then turns his gaze back towards Shigure as light glints off the pair of ceratopsian horns jutting from his head. One heavy foot scraps the ground, then the other. Then the pounding of heavy footsteps follows as the metal beast just gets right into it, storming towards the ship-girl with a simple but efficent tackling charge. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure brings her turrets to bear, but can't get a fix on the fast moving pokebrute as it charges in. "Ahead flank!" she commands, like a reflex as she starts to make the beginnings of the motions to start running out of the way, but she's not fast enough and gets herself skewered by one of those horns, piercing through her midriff and splattering black oily fluid over the Agron's face.     Shigure lifts a leg, and kicks herself off of Grindcore's horn, landing unsteadily and grunting as a repair team absails down her body and slaps what looks like a giant bandaid over the gaping hole in her stomach before they vanish into her uniform. "Grindcore? A fitting name." she remarks, then levels her cannons on the Steel-type. She fires a volley of AP shells, the heads digging in a ways before detonating should they hit something. "Maintain fire. Load High Explosive." she commands again, her turrets cycling with audible clanking after they discharge. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' "Thanks!" Alexis replies to the name compliment, but doesn't let it distract her. Now Alexis did watch the fight between the shipgirl and her princess friend, because that's what friends do. But also because it gave her a chance for a little insight on her other future opponent. And that is much of the reason she chose the pokemon she did. This was the expected retaliation if she succeeding in getting off the first attack. Some people forget there's as much strategy in Pokemon training as there is throwing around elemental bombardments. Alexis planted her foot and dramatically clenched one hand up. "Use Iron Defense now!" As he's drawing back from the impact of his own attack Grindcore drops to all fours and hunches down, his metallic hide starting to glow as it hardens. As a Steel and a Rock type he's pretty bulky in defenses, but we're not taking any undue riskes against that firepower. The cannon shots roar, and it proves to have been a smart move, as even with the buffering those AP Rounds still dig in hard before exploding and a massive cloud of smoke and probably rock bits is left in it's wake. But as it's falling, the Aggron is still there, abiet visiblly scorched and dented from the assault. The Iron Armor pokemon definately lives up to that name. "Now," Alexis unfurled her hand to direct towards Shigure with a dramatic gesture that made her longcoat flare a bit with the motion. "METAL BURST!" Grindcore snarls as he archs his back, and a portion of the energy from the assault that just damaged him is shot right back at Shigure in the form of dozens of streaks of what could be some form of metal shrapnel from getting shot several times. It's not quite as potent as the attack he took to charge it, but the suddenness of the counter-strike might play in their favor some too. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure brings her cannon turrets up in front of her at the call of that attack, bunkering down to let her armour absorb the return fire. Some of those shards dig into the armour plate, a few get past and leave streaking slashes across arms and legs, tearing the uniform cloth and dousing it in black oily fluid. She untucks tail once the barrage abates, standing back up and smiling. "I am honoured to fight so many powerful opponents. A mere destroyer like me, facing off against those that would give a battleship pause." she says, then releases her cannons, and does what Alexis was probably expecting next, drawing torpedoes like throwing knives, and hurling them at Grindcore. They're not as potent as the shells, for multiple reasons. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' "That's exactly why we're here, too. To face challenges we wouldn't normally get to battle against." Ghostly warships in the form of cute anime girls with a lot of guns definately count as such a thing too. As Shigure throws the torpedo Grindcore lunges! Not away from the attack though, but to intercept it by catching the protectile in his mouth. As he chomps down on it those jagged metal edges of his maw dig in and still cause it to explode, the plumes of smoke and fire blasting out the sides and across his face. While the remaining casing is crunched and chomped as Grindcore lives up to that part of his name as well until he finally cocks his head back and swallows the rest down. "Oh, yeah," Alexis adds. "The Aggron species eats metal. It's how they generate their armored hide." She shrugs a little. Pokemon are weird, sometimes even to her still. "Show her what else you can do, big guy." This time she gives a command without actually using an attack name. Just that he's suppose to continue is enough. Grindcore growls, and slams one of his massive feet into the ground with enough force and sound to make it feel like the entire arena should be shaking. But the real danger is the dozen of stone spires that erupt out of the ground from different angles, trying to skewer Shigure somewhere in the middle! 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure braces herself as the Aggron chomps down on her torpedo throwing weapons. They did their job, that's enough. She braces more as the arena starts to shake, and as those spikes erupt rom around her, she brings her cannons up. Her AA battery unfolds from the superstructure, and fires at the spikes, blunting their tips so a perfect little bubble for her within stays safe, emerging from within unscathed.     The Warship then bows to Grindcore. "You are a very impressive opponent, I thank you." she says to him, then adds Alexis in her praise with a flick of her eyes, which are beginning to glow faintly in the shade of her fringe.     There aren't many more tricks that a Warship can do, and so she goes back to her opening attack, bringing her cannons up and firing a volley again. These shells don't dig into anything before detonating, but the blast larger, comparatively. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' Despite the supernatural forces that spawn them the spires are still only rock, and the defensive use of firepower is the perfect means of taking the sharp stabby bits off the threat. "Clever trick!" Alexis can appreciate a creative use of abilities, even when it is an opponent in battle. That's part of the competative spirit. Grindcore grunts, but there's a similar appreciative look in his beady blue eyes as he bobs his head to the shipgirl in return. He doesn't go all out defensive this time but he does dig his feet in and use his heavy tail for a counterweight. The explosive rounds pound into and around him, briefly disappearing in the smoke and dust of the explosions. Alexis glances at the readout on her pokedex, watching the bar approximating Grindcore's remaining health blip down even farther. The volley took a good toil, even with his typing having a certain resiliance to explosions. His metal armor hide wasn't going to hold up forever. The slamming of heavy metal and bulk rings from the blast cloud, smoke trailing along his form as the Aggron barrels out of it. This wasn't just a quick opening strike, this was a full bore, pokeballs to the wall charge aimed at plowing his hulking form into Shigure with as much strength and momentum as he can. It really puts his bulk and triceratops-like head into perspective, when he can throw it around with that much force. This could be rough, especially if he's as much heavier than the ghostboat as Alexis suspects he is. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure digs her heels in, bringing her turrets together in a wall of steel to face off against the charging hulk of iron and rock. Horns slam into armour with a resounding CLANK, that resonates around the arena, and the shipgirl is pushed back... but not as far as one might have expected. Her feet skid, digging furrows, but doesn't get overrun... until she loses footing and drops to a knee, the horn breaking through the plate and ripping one of the turrets clean off of its gimbal arm.     Shigure winces as the arm on that side gives a sickening, metallic snapping sound and ends up hanging at an unnatural angle, but she doesn't let it slow her down, and instead brings the flat plate of the back end of her remaining turret around, firing a blank charge to boost the impact into Grindcore's head, trying to knock him away. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' It's hard to hear in the ruckus of metal crashing into metal, but there is an appreciative whistle from Alexis as Shigure manages to hold being thrown down by the bombastic assault to the minimum. As for Grindcore, there's not really a whole lot he can do at such close quarters but grit and take it. The cannon recoil slams into his head, knocking it aside before his horns can do any more severe damage, and making him stomp back a few steps to keep clear of any follow-up swings. A rumbling growl emits from the juggernaught as he resituates his bearings. There's a flicker in his eyes as he peers at Shigure a moment, clearly sizing up how much fight she also has left in her still. Then he stomps and thrusts forward, aiming his claws in less of slash and more of a stabbing strike, trying to find a spot in her rigging he can jab through again. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure's guard is broken, and as she stands, she attemps to roll away, only to get her other turret punctured. The claws pierce through the armour plate, hooking in and tearing it off of its mounting. Shigure lets this one go, and draws her blade from the small of her back.     She lunges, even as black oil trickles down her arm from where those claws raked through her skin, aiming to send sparks across the impaled rigging piece, and set fight to the magazine. She then hops back as smoke begins to billow out of her ruined turret, which then explodes quite violently. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' That strategic strike maybe worked a little too well. The magazine detonates from being punctured, in all the dramatic bang and blast one would expect. That explosion is big enough that despite all his bulk the Aggron is still thrown away in the opposite direction as the shipgirl. It's not until he hits the ground a few moments later that one can see that Grindcore managed to partially curl himself up and rode out the blast the best he can. He bounces and rolls back a bit, before finally uncurling to flop over. Smoke billows off the big pokemon, his armor visibly scorched and burned through at this point. But with groan of equal parts pain and determination he digs a clawed hand into the ground and heaves himself up, staggering an extra step as he stands before getting himself properly balanced again. Chunks of rock and metal clatter around his feet, some external layers having been busted free like some manner of organic ablative armor. He's still standing, but barely. "Just a little more, big fella. All or nothing time!" Alexis thumps a fist in the opposite palm, then pulls back and makes a punching gesture of her own. "Full force ahead, ramming speed!" "Aggron!" Remember last time, when he bodily slammed into her? This time he drops down on all fours and charges, going even more for the triceratops method with the extra force, lowering his head like the dangerous weapon it is and building up a rush strikingly fast. This attack technique was extremely powerful, and normally very threatening to the user as well...If it wasn't for the literal hard as Rock Head canceling out recoil effects. This was Alexis' trump card with this pokemon, the perfect strategic blend of what an Ability and good breeding can do! 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure sheathes her sword and braces as one may expect a wrestler to. She times her grab at those horns as the Pokemon comes charging in, and almost gets it right. She snags one, but the other pierces her already damaged arm, causing more oil to cascade from her body... but she manages to arrest the Aggron's charge after a good few feet of skidding back.     Shigure then unimpales herself, hauls herself up onto Grindcore's back, and unsheathes her blade again, trying to dig through that broken metal armour like someone digging at ice to open a fishing hole. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' The shipgirl's desperate tactic proves to be immeadiately effective. She gets on Grindcore's back in a position that his thick arms can't reach her, as much as he tries. While she would find that not only his metal hide busted and weakened, but down his back it's layered in sections much like armor plate would be. Makes it more clear how he's able to move and even partially curl in defense like has been. It's not hard to find a spot she can stab, and impale her sword in with the strength she can still muster. Grindcore archs back in a roar of pain... and then the sword stops. That did some respectable damage, but Shigure also finds that there's as much rock plate underneath as there is metal armor on the outside. Her stab was definately a brutal blow, but weird Pokemon element-biology keep the blade from finding a deep enough purchase to drop him entirely. Though his flailing back at her is a bit comical to watch, clawed hands just not quite able to snag the shipgirl. "Stop trying to grab her!" Alexis finally calls out. "Use your other end!" That is to say, his head isn't the only part of his body that's dangerous. Grindcore stops trying to reach Shigure, and instead leans forward. So he can swing up his heavy Iron Tail, trying to slam her into his own backside with it. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure's struggling to free her blade from Grindcore's back when Alexis makes that call. She gives one final tug, then tries to get OFF the Pokemon, but is far too late. That tail comes crashing down, and with a sound like tearing metal, and a seaframe undergoing full structural failure, the shipgirl is defeated. She ends up falling into a broken heap beside the Aggron, leaking oily 'blood' into the arena and not moving, until the systems kick in and begin reversing local spacetime or whatever it is they do.     Shigure stands, shakily, and places a hand gently on Grindcore's shoulder. "You fought well. Thank you." she says to him, then climbs back up, and retrieves her blade before it can get itself wedged in too hard. She lifts a hand to the crowd, bows to Alexis, then hobbles out of the arena. 

:'''{{#var:459|Alexis (459)}} has posed:''' The tail smash is effective enough to finish the job. Though as Shigure crumples off to the side Grindcore also thumps down on his stomach, not having much left in his own tank after that. Shigure ran him ragged but good. By the time the systems kick in Alexis has already walked up, giving the big beast an affectionate pat on the side of the head. "Great job, Grindcore." He grunts, and starts to get back on his feet once the revitalization sets in. "As did you." Alexis bows back, while Grindcore tries to imiate the salute she did earlier. The wedge shape of his head doesn't really suit the gesture, but it's thought of paying respect to a formidable opponent that counts. 
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6532/MECC: Shigure vs Alea

2019-05-04T02:29:47Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Resuppling, and refitting after the previous match went smoothly, thanks to the effects of the Shrine, and the black-haired, blue eyed destroyer girl steps through the doors as they open. She unfolds her backpack, lifting one half to the crowd on its gimbal arm, then levels her gaze on her opponent. "May you find victory on the dawn's horizon." she offers in her quiet, almost whisper voice that still manages to carry despite the volume.     She salutes using her cannon tonfa, then levels them to unleash a volley of cannon shells at the winged DCC, starting to move and running parallel to her opponent. 

:'''{{#var:6835|Alea (6835)}} has posed:'''     The DCC nods a bit at this, Emerald Soul giving a proper bow, "And may you find a victory in this and level up your wins! However, I'm not going down easy." Alea's spear twirls in the air before she readies herself up. "It's a good chance to see how you work, I don't think I've seen you fight before, Shigure." she lifts herself up and with a bounce, she dashes straight towards the kanmusu, batting shells out of the air, the explosions from each hit shred right into her, showing off digital marks of damage!     Emerald Soul uses the explosions to propel herself forward and launch into a thrust, then an overhead swipe before twirling the spear and going for a horizontal slash with the blade, "Purpurascens Burst!" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure skids to a halt as the DCC comes flying forward. She brings her tonfa up, presenting a solid wall of steel to that spear. As she feels the impact, she lets her stance go a bit and deflects it to the side, the razor wind of its passing leaving a slash mark across her cheek, leaking a black oily fluid, and a silvery slash across the armour plate on her turrets.     "And I, you, Miss Alea." replies the Destroyer, unfolding her AA battery and letting the porcupine-like mass of needling tracer fire erupt at Alea at point blank range, machineguns and autocannons firing their tracer bullets, and smaller caliber guns lobbing some flak at Emerald Soul. 

:'''{{#var:6835|Alea (6835)}} has posed:'''     Alea looks quite pleased with herself, at least until the AA Battery starts to send needling tracer fire towards her. Being a gamer, she jumps away quickly, taking a small bit of the fire as it rips into her, causing more marks of digital code erupting from her body. There's some blinking and she smiles, a portal opening up to her side though this one is a strange blue color instead of her normal green. "Shall we enjoy this?"     A large pair of twisted branches shaped with a spear head at the end erupts from the summoning circle, enshrined by a blue, icy glow designed to freeze. "Freezing Sylhet Spear!" of course, this leaves the DCC quite immobile while she aims this large spear. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure's caught unprepared as that spear is summoned. She starts to attempt a roll to the side, but takes the thing center of mass, getting slammed back into the barrier and coughing out more of that black ichor-like substance, which probably passes for 'blood'.     She shoots the spear until it breaks, then gets back up, wiping some of her 'blood' from her mouth and leveling an angry glare at the DCC. She says nothing more, opting to let her guns talk for her, though instead of firing again, she hooks her tonfa onto her back again, and pulls torpedoes from her thigh holders. She tosses them like throwing knives that explode in impact with a smaller charge than the shells she previously fired. 

:'''{{#var:6835|Alea (6835)}} has posed:'''     "You're strong, Shigure." Alea smiles at the kanmusu, the wooden spear breaks from the shots and detonates into splinters before dissapearing from view, "Perhaps you wouldn't mind letting me use you for a game, now would you?" there's an even brighter smile at this, "Of course, you'll get royalties!" she nods slightly only to look at the torpedoes being thrown right at her. "Oh."     "I take this as a no then." Emerald Soul leaps up into the air, the explosions catch her and singe her back and wings, blackening them up "Kyaaa, hot hot hot hot!" Emerald Soul pouts a bit at this, "And now I have to spend time to repair them instead of playing my games."     She twirls around in the air, a multitude of small spears launch from an invisible pocket straight towards Shigure before another larger spear follows behind to penetrate the ring of spears in one combination attack! 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure ignores the incoming spears, grabbing her tonfa again and just powering through the barrage, using her turrets as cover as much as possible, though she emerges from the spears badly torn up, her uniform torn and in some areas, completely ripped away, and many cut marks and scoring marks on her gear.     She unhooks one of her turrets, releasing the grip then grabbing the barrel to hurl it at Alea, and fires a shot at the discarded turret to detonate it right in the DCC's face! 

:'''{{#var:6835|Alea (6835)}} has posed:'''     And detonate it does... it catches the DCC off guard as it blows up right in her face, sending the DCC crashing down to the ground with more digital marks of pain upon her body and more, partially ruined DCC armor! "Well, you don't play around, do you? It's okay, I will though! You might like this one." she laughs as her spear twirls in front of her. "I used this on Theurgus once."     Emerald Soul dashes in, spear at the ready before thrusting it forward and dashing right through, only to make a quick u-turn and come right back multiple times, trying to draw the kanmusu up into the air "I'll show you my ultimate spear technique!" she drops to the ground, hopefully with the kanmusu floating some before launching herself one more time up into Shigure, "Break through! Spiral Break!" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Seems that being a Shipgirl isn't just a title, it's a description. Shigure seems to be too heavy for the wind technique to lift off the ground, and as Alea comes hurtling in, she's ready. A flash of steel meets the spear tip, and with a hard knock from her remaining turret, sends the DCC off and away, negating all the damage she could have done to the young looking girl.     "If you wish to discuss something, do so after the fight. I am a warship. When I fight, I fight. When I speak, I speak." she turns, leveling her turret at Alea. "And though I speak during battle, it is through my weapons that I do so." She fires a shell, letting the report carry her will with it. 

:'''{{#var:6835|Alea (6835)}} has posed:'''     Getting knocked away from the start of her ultimate spear technique has her reeling a bit, nothing like that has ever happened before and it actually confuses the hell out of Alea. "Wait... was that one of those ninety eight percent hit rates getting whiffed by that two percent miss rate?! I /hate/ that! Stupid Alien Hunter accuracy." she makes an angry noise before Shigure's words reach her. "Ah, the silent protagonist type, at least until you actually want to say something."     Alea nods a bit and rushes past the shell, letting it buzz her cheek, scraping it to show more code. "Well, then let my spear sing for you, I'm sure you're still well acquianted!" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure brings her blade up to deflect the spear again, but isn't fast enough and gets impaled for her trouble. The look of shock on her face as that spear punches clean through her midriff, before turning into an almost feral snarl would likely stick with the DCC for a while. The normally placid expression of the quiet destroyer becoming one of rage.     Shigure grabs the spear haft with one hand, releasing her cannon to do so, and pulls Alea in closer, pushing the spear through her body, letting black oil spill from the wound. "Allow me, to introduce you to my blade." she says, her eyes hidden by the fringe of her hair, a faint, eerie blue glow like flames emitting from them. "It has no name, and I have no special attacks to call out for it, but I am sure you will both be well acquainted." Shigure then starts swinging, slashing with her blade at the DCC. 

:'''{{#var:6835|Alea (6835)}} has posed:'''     The blade clashes against spear once... and only once. It stumbles the DCC from the sheer weight of the strike and further consecutive strikes actually make her skid back further. Code spills from the wounds made by the blade and she clutches the struck area tightly, wincing in pain, dropping to her knee. "Nnngh, well... acquianted." she mutters, lifting herself up just a bit, stumbling some. "You know, you're good at what you do." she nods, "Perhaps better than I."     "But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop until I do!" that portal opens up again, it's green this time. "Sylhet Spear!" and out comes a normal... as normal as a large spear made of intertwined tree trunks can be, spear towards the shipgirl! 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure brings her arms up, crossing her guard against the spear, and is sent flying backwards into the barrier again. She slashes at the trunk-like spear, grabbing the severed segment and hurling it back at the DCC then unslinging her turret. It's been crushed, but that doesn't stop her from unhooking it and hurling that as well, slashing through it at the same time to triger a fire within. The crushed turret detonates like a grenade after a couple of seconds. 

:'''{{#var:6835|Alea (6835)}} has posed:'''     The combination of the severed segment of Sylhet Spear being thrown at her and the turret exploding right into her face. Nothing she could maneuver properly against and it sends her flying into the barrier, bouncing off and onto the ground where her DCC transformation expires, leaving the dressed Alea face down on the floor of the arena, her spear dropping right next to her. However, one of her hands shows a thumbs up... what it means, who knows. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure staggers, dropping to a knee after the DCC's transformation expires, showing she's defeated. She covers her middle, staunching the flow of oil, and lifts her sword arm to the crowd.     Standing unsteadily, the destroyer walks over to the DCC, and offers a hand, her original placid composure returned now out of combat. "You fight like a battleship. I am lucky to still be afloat." she says. 

:'''{{#var:6835|Alea (6835)}} has posed:'''     Alea grabs the hand and slowly lifts herself up... covering herself with her other. "You would know." she mutters, "You fight like Lexicon. Strength and tenacity. You two would get along." a pause, "Maybe I should introduce you two."     Alea winces a bit, "I think I need to go heal up and let my code recompile... this hurts..." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure nods. "I am, briefly acquainted with Lexicon. We fought together a few times." she replies, scooping under Alea's arm and leaning against her as the pair move out of the arena.     "So... you wanted to speak about something...?" 
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6490/Yang's Bizzare (Mis)adventure

2019-04-27T00:50:43Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/04/26
|Location=Remnant
|Synopsis=Yang's out on a mission.

She finds a young woman in 'trouble'.

Finds out that the trouble is actually the young woman.
|Thanks=Abigail
|Cast of Characters=6983, 906
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:6983|Abigail Fernando (6983)}} has posed:''' It's a simple mission. Scope out the abandoned village, clear out a small nest of Grimm that had formed after an unfortunate driving accident left the poor souls bleeding out and waiting to die. There's never really been enough people coming through the area to sustain a truly large gathering of the creatures, but the occasional scavenger has found their way into this location to their detriment from time to time. Despite how out of the way it is, though, the briefing did make it seem like there'd be more than there actually were to fight. It'd probably be intensely disappointing, too, since a lone Beowolf does not make for an exciting fight. Combo practice at best. It's not until reaching the town hall that something exciting finally happens. Moments after that font door opens, there's a yelp from the building's auditorium. There's another single Beowolf, but there's also someone in a tattered cloak hunched up against a wall. The Grimm is approaching them, and the person looks to be in trouble! Surely there's someone heroic that can show up right on time to save them from what is definitely not a trap! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "I was expecting a pack, not some lone pup." grunts Yang as she finishes piledriving the Grimm into the ground, where it wafts away as smoke moments later. She makes for the largest building, and then instantly shifts into combat mode again at that yelp.     Without a word, but a gutteral, primal roar, the blonde surges forward, and swings a haymaker into the side of the Beowolf, sending it flying into the wall to explode into smoke. "Two Beowolves does not a pack make.." she sighs, then turns to the figure. "I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here... you okay?" she asks, kneeling down and offering a hand. "I'm Yang, a Huntress. Can you stand? I can get you back to town, my bike isn't far from here and has room for a passenger." 

:'''{{#var:6983|Abigail Fernando (6983)}} has posed:''' The cloaked figure flinches as Yang summarily obliterates that Beowolf, remaining hunched over for several moments as if they were uncertain about Yang's... Everything. "Eh? Y... Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." A girl's voice comes out, and it's unclear just how old she is. She's a bit shorter, though, and she's fairly light should Yang pull her up as she takes that extended hand. The girl's hand is a little slimy. "You're... That Yang?" She follows along easily enough, at least, although she seems wary of sticking too close. "I think I've... Heard that name before. From Remnant?" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "'That' Yang? There any others?" she asks, easily pulling the girl up, and giving a friendly grin. "Yeah, I'm from the world of Remnant. Yang Xiao Long, at your service." she says, leading the way out of the building and keeping her eyes open for any other Grimm that might have shown up. "What's your name? Why're you out here all alone anyway?" she asks, glancing back over her shoulder. 

:'''{{#var:6983|Abigail Fernando (6983)}} has posed:''' I've heard the name a few times. Mostly in China, once in a temple." The girl replies with a light nod, her hood falling away with a DRAMATIC nah it just kinda slips off. Red hair, indeterminate age that still isn't quite professional/older woman. "I'm... Abigail." She shivers lightly, then slips a pen out of her pocket. "I heard there were good finds out here, but... Well." She glances towards the auditorium's doors once to see if there's movement. Yang's own check shows that there's no other Grimm in the area, although that slimy feeling from helping Abigail up hasn't left as if it's still sticking to her. "There's not much to find out here. Kinda sucks." She sighs, then throws her hands up dramatically. There's a subtle flick of her wrist, and the pen is gone. Moments later, there's the creak of metal above them, and then a chandelier falls towards Yang! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang doesn't link together the two motions, the pen going missing then suddenly getting something coming down at her, but she does react to the latter with a quick pivot and a hard left hook, firing a blast of energy into the light fixture to deflect it, sending it into the wall away from both herself and Abigail. "Jeeze, this place is falling apart... we better leave." she says, wiping that hand on her jacket, trying to get rid of the slimy feeling. 

:'''{{#var:6983|Abigail Fernando (6983)}} has posed:''' Abigail hides a grimace as Yang deflects that fixture so easily. "Of course..." She murmurs, more to herself than in response to Yang, but it's conveniently vague enough to work! Kind of. Abigail lets out a low sigh, fishing out what looks like off-brand Skittles from her pocket. The slimy feeling lingers, but at least it's on her jacket instead of her hands now. Yang may notice over time, however, that the slimy substance doesn't stay where she wiped it, though, almost as if it's trying to get back on her directly. "You were hard to find, though, and I've still got a job to do. It's nothing personal." Abigail sounds far more sinsister as she says that, coinciding with some clattering by the walls as if something had been thrown there. Indeed, the non-Skittles are gone, and explosions rock the base of the wall. The walls break, and they fall towards Yang!      It probably wouldn't be a problem in any other situation, but a feeling of numbness and sluggishness radiates from that slimy sticky gunk! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang turns around, starting to head out again... and then Abigail says that, and the explosion goes off. She turns, grunting a bit as her body takes more time to respond than she's used to, and thus, gets herself buried by the wall debris.     One could be forgiven for thinking that's it... that the wall trick did the job and the target is now dead.     Of course, if Abigail did her research she's ready when the debris pile explodes and a VERY ANGRY Yang emerges, eyes glowing red and hair burning like fire. She's even discarded the jacket in a flourish. 

:'''{{#var:6983|Abigail Fernando (6983)}} has posed:''' Well. That didn't work, either. Instead of looking shocked or frightened, however, Abigail just sighs again in exasperation. "They warned me about this... Well, then. So much for keeping up with the appearances."      That sticky feeling and the numbness leave as an orange sheen appears to be flying back towards where Abigail is standing. The girl is standing in a rather odd pose with one hand on her hip and tilting sideways while pointing at Yang. "You've done enough damage. It's time for you to die. JAM Project!"      Suddenly, an orange gelatinous cube appears behind Abigail. It warbles threateningly and starts lurching forward, but it doesn't attack. No, it seems that the thing's appearance was just a distraction for the girl to get in close for a sudden flurry of knife swings at Yang's legs! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang grits her teeth, and is about to lay into a flurry of punches at the cube, when her Danger Sense goes off, and she fires downwards instead, launching her backwards and away from the girl. Blades slice through her Aura, flares of golden light rippling and sealing the slashes as soon as they open, before fading away again. "Damage? Bitch, I help people! I save lives! What's a bit of property damage compared to your life!?" Yang knows she does a lot of collateral when on mission.     As she lands, she skids back a couple of feet, then sets her stance. Ember Celica reconficgures, and as Yang punches a flurry of blows into the air, she launches a barrage of exploding projectiles. They home in, slightly, but can't track a dodging target. 

:'''{{#var:6983|Abigail Fernando (6983)}} has posed:'''     So you /can/ see it... Hm. That should make things more interesting, then." Abigail squints slightly as she watches Yang settling into a proper stance, standing back up to brace that knife in front of her. Instead of fleeing, however, she instead opts to move into the flying explosions, wincing as the manage to singe both her and the giant cube alike. As those pieces fly off the cube, Abigail does an odd-looking, yet acrobatic frontflip as she kicks said pieces towards Yang directly.     "Don't blame me. Blame the people that got angry enough to pay me." Abigail follows up the piece-kicking at Yang with a toss of her own knife, but she doesn't stop there. No, she gets a hold of some of that debris, and she tosses the crushed gunk right at Yang to try and get some of it in her eyes as well. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang shifts stance, her weapon reconfiguring again as she starts punch-splosioning the gunk. She then has to shift as debris is flung at her, one good chunk smacking her in the bridge of the nose, and opening a gash that doesn't close on its own, causing blood to trickle down and over one eye, forcing it to stay closed. "Whatever they're paying you, it ain't enough to die over." she says, slamming her fists together and sending a pressure wave out from her body.     Yang then ratchets her arm up, and drops to a knee, slamming her fist down into the ground, and causing it to ripple up in spikes of jagged rock to try and skewer Abigail as she approaches. 

:'''{{#var:6983|Abigail Fernando (6983)}} has posed:''' Yang may notice a curious thing happening: When those pieces hit her, they stick like that slime from before. When those spikes cut up Abigail's legs despite her best efforts to weave around them, similar cutting pain is redirected towards Yang. It's mirroring the damage! "Perhaps not. But they've warned me about the danger already. The reasoning. I've seen your type before. I still..." Abigail grits her teeth as she stumbles and does a few flips to catch her footing, the excessive movement somehow letting her get her balance back even as she picks up more debris and draws out another fan of pens between her fingers. "... Anyway. You fight well, but you really need to consider who you're making enemies of, too." And with that, the assassin goes back on the attack! She starts whipping those pens at Yang rapidly, circling around and disguising her movements with strange twirls and the gelatinous cube warbling about to provide more visual noise. The sticky substance isn't slowing Yang down, at least, but it's still advancing on her ever so slowly! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang feeds off of damage. Her power grows as she takes more... but that pain reflection, that bypasses her Aura... "You're not bad yourself, but I'm just getting started. I'll save lives, and I'll keep saving lives, and some trumped up hitman like you," She crosses her arms in front of herself, letting those pens strike her Aura as she bolsters it up like a wall, some of them still breaking through and gouging chunks ut of her body. Once the barrage abates even slightly, she erupts in another pulse of force. "Is gonna have to try a little harder than that!" she snarls, then kicks forwards, aiming to grapple Abigail with those powerful arms of hers. 

:'''{{#var:6983|Abigail Fernando (6983)}} has posed:'''      "Is that what you believe? Well... It's a shame we're fighting, then." Abigail actually smirks slightly as she says that, taking note of Yang's increasing power as the fight continues. Normally, someone fighting against Abigail for an extended period should be slowing down, but she notices those continued bursts of power coming towards her. Also, getting grabbed by the legs. That's not a good place to be. Although some of that damage against Abigail mirrors against Yang, it's clear that the assassin is going to have kick things up ^a notch as well! She can feel something cracking below her, and it's a safe bet that it's not Yang's arms making that noise. Hissing in pain, Abigail takes a moment to press her fingers into her forehead and look down at Yang... Dramatically! "Being this close isn't great but now... Now, you're in the perfect range! JAM Project!"      The gelatinous cube looms, and Abigail flicks out another pair of knives as she starts whipping them and slicing at Yang, aiming for quantity over quality. As she does that, the cube actually starts attacking as well, fists of gelatinous might rushing towards Yang while the berserker can probably hear it warbling something out that sounds like 'nananananana'. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang is being forced back, and the combination of the knives, the gel-fists, and the mirroring of damage, is making the Berserker back down. She reigns in her temper, clenching her teeth as she backs away from the onslaught, using her gauntlets to catch some of the more fatal blows. Once she gets a moment, she fires her gauntlets and launches herself to range again, then without more than a glare, she turns and sprints off, leaping and firing her gauntlets again to launch herself further.     Yang is Disengaging. 

:'''{{#var:6983|Abigail Fernando (6983)}} has posed:'''     As she's released, Abigail staggers back several feet while the gelatinous cube slides over to reform underneath her, catching her in a pose not unlike someone resting on their side watching TV on a couch. She doesn't give chase when Yang increases the distance between them, instead taking the opportunity to let her legs just rest.      "No hard feelings, then. Farewell." The Stand User doesn't break eye contact even as the Berserker shoots her that glare, then stands back up slowly once the coast is clear. She pulls a phone out of her pocket, taps away at it briefly, then speaks.     "Target's fled the area. Message delivered, but she's still alive. Next time, give me proper intel." 
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6472/Force Recon

2019-04-22T02:57:58Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/04/22
|Location=The Great Ocean
|Synopsis=The Fifth Strike fleet, Haguro and Evangeline, head into hostile territory to find evidence that an Abyssal Demon-class has evolved, or is in the process of evolving, into a Princess-class.
|Cast of Characters=685, 457, 863
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Open Ocean, two thousand nautical miles(250nm) south-southeast of Suez Canal.     Shigure, Yuudachi, Kuma and Yamashiro stand in formation, backs facing each other, eyes out into the open water. Scout planes circle at a wide perimeter, and guns are trained outwards... A circling of the proverbial wagons. Radio broadcast goes out from Shigure's radio-mast, the fairy giving a quick flutter of semaphore, before dropping through a hatch in the black-haired girl's rigging. "They're on the way. Maintain formation. We are in enemy territory, and most civilian traffic avoids these waters. Confirm targets, but assume hostile if anything is spotted. Weapons are SAFE, do not fire unless confirmed hostile and fired upon. This is reconnaisance, if we engage in combat, our ability to acquire information will be extremely limited."     The others give grunts of affirmation, then silence reigns once more while the fleet awaits their reinforcements. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline soon joins the scout planes, her own senses reaching far and wide to detect whatever she can. Infrared should let her see underwater contacts, and radar should let her spot any surface or air contacts. She also circles at a wide radius from the ship girls, hoping to be able to give them enough warning if anything does appear.      "...Evangeline reporting in...no contacts so far...continuing scans..." she radios to them, her usually soft voice probably sounding quite loud in the otherwise silent waters. It should be noted that she is flying quite high, apparently wanting to keep some distance between herself and the water since they are so far from shore. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      Haguro is running solo today. She's been doing that for quite some time now since turning Abyssal, and she's still doing so even after sinking and changing back to the black-haired office worker-esque Cruiser that's probably more familiar to the Fifth.      She also doesn't quite look like she's certain about being here. Spotting the shipgirls from the Fifth and Evangeline in the sky, Haguro raises her hand in a firm salute, but she doesn't approach either straight away. Instead, she turns to start scouting the area, keeping some physical distance while her guns remain visibly on standby rather than seeking out potential targets.      <<"No visual yet.">> There's a long pause before Haguro speaks up again. <<"... Are you all well? Its been a while.">> 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Kuma looks up as her scout plane reports Evangeline's approach. The gravelly-voiced cruiser radios back. "It's good to have you, kuma. If you need to rest, you can use Kuma's deck, kuma."     Yamashiro likewise looks toward Haguro as the cruiser approaches, providing a salute in return and speaking softly over radio. "It has been some time. I see that you have become a kanmusu again." she doesn't say 'returned to yourself' or 'come back to us'. Neither of those are true. "You are welcome to formation. Haguro."     Shigure then signals, "Double Line. Flagship and Yuudachi afore. Kuma and Yamashiro a-rear." she glances towards Haguro maintaining distance. "Air cover, provide direct assistance to Haguro. She is outside of our air defense envelope." The fifth then set up in formation, moving north at a cruising pace. "Eyes peeled... we're looking for information on a possible Apotheosis event. If we can capture transports, we may be able to glean information from their cargo." 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline's radar picks up Haguro and she turns to investigate, but when it turns out to be Kanmusu Haguro she flies down toward her. Still at a bit of a distance though. Haguro did attack her at one point. "...hello Haguro...I almost didn't recognize you...do you feel any different in this form than you did in Abyssal form..?"      As she talks, she takes up position at Haguro's left flank, maintaining about 10 meters of distance between them and about 20 above the water. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      <<"Understood. I'll adjust my path, but I won't be too close in case anyone starts firing on us.">> Haguro keeps her tone neutral, but there's a slight lift in her tone. The subtle gesture from Yamashiro is appreciated, but her focus is still on the recon mission.      Catching up can wait until later. For now, she keeps moving parallel to the Fifth, close enough that they'd still be within yelling distance, but far enough that it'd be unlikely that any stray shots meant for herself would hit the others or vice versa.      Spotting Evangeline approaching, she nods once while pausing to do a quick spin just in case they've missed anyone behind them. "Somewhat. I feel lighter." She gestures at her midsection and the distinct lack of the twin-headed bitey tail, then focuses her gaze forwards again.      She kinda misses that thing sometimes. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     There's not much to be seen or detected... the seas are eerily silent, even for Abyssal territory.     "It's too quiet... Yamashiro, send your scout plane ahead... there should be a port the Abyssals commandeered when they first moved in. We'll start there." says Shigure, signalling to Haguro the course change. A fairy uses light signals, not trusting radio as much anymore. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline tilts her head slightly when Haguro spins, thinking she was showing off how she looks now. "...You look good..." she comments before continuing on course. "...it is good to see you again...and...I am glad we can work together once more..."      She notes the course change and waits for Haguro to lead the way while she increases altitude again, focusing her scanners in the direction of the Abyssal port. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      Spotting the signal by light, Haguro nods and adjusts her cruising angle just so. She hunches over slightly, too, as if that'll actually make her any less visible than she already is in purple and white with all the steel covering her. At closer range, Evangeline can see that her gear is a little bulkier now, and that there's a few chains dangling out of some of her guns. "I am, too. Although... Hmn. I don't know how much really has changed since last time, though." She chuckles awkwardly, but doesn't elaborate as their focus shifts to watching for threats. Perhaps as if feeling a bit anxious, Haguro starts picking up speed. She's not sure when they'll make contact, but there's bound to be something worth capturing or retrieving if they're quick enough! 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     After a few minutes of travel, land comes into view for the airborne eyes and sensors, a few minutes later, the surface movers spot the land... and even from this distance the harbour is abandoned. It looks as if something exploded in the center of the anchorage, buildings are broken and some collapsed entirely, scorch marks mark every vertical surface.     "Flagship, land ho, heavy damage to the anchorage..." says Yamashiro.     Shigure then nods, switching radio back on. "Evangeline, Haguro, proceed into the anchorage, see if you can find anything. The Fifth will take up perimeter positions and cover you." she says, the fleet fanning out to provide cover both entering the area, and coming from the sea. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      "...Still no contacts..." Evangeline reports, her voice carrying over radios all the time anyway. "...if this is an abyssal outpost...we should have seen something by now..." she says as she moves toward the apparently abandoned base. She hears Haguro and turns her head toward the cruiser. "...we are working together...that has changed..." she says, then moves on ahead. "...acknowledged...moving to anchorage...weapons still in safe mode..."      She takes up role of recon plane, her radar and infrared working overtime to try and detect anything in or around the port. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      An abandoned harbor. An ideal place for an ambush, explosives, all sorts of traps that would be easy enough to set off in sequence and ensure anyone investigating gets trapped or killed in the process.      Alternatively, an ideal place to slow them down long enough by making it seem that way. "We could have worked together before. It just... Didn't happen." Her tone is neutral as she replies to Evangeline, although there's a hint of sadness there. "But... That was before. This is now. I've gotten stronger, so keep behind me if anything comes."     Despite her misgivings about the existence or non-existence of traps, Haguro doesn't slow down until she reaches land, and she's already heading in to scope the place out. <<"Understood. We'll relay any findings back, and we'll be listening. If we don't respond within twenty seconds, leave immediately.">> 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     As Haguro and Evangeline move into the broken buildings... there's no signs of traps, no signs of ambushers. Nothing. The area's been picked clean, however. No metal remains, the standing walls all torn out of the rebar within the concrete, leaving hollow husks... someone, or something, cannibalized the resources here for some project elsewhere.     Abyssals don't often keep written records, but there are a few husks of stolen ships in the drydock building, one of the few that still has some structural soundness. Within one of these, is a black box recorder. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      "...no...we couldn't have..." Evangeline replies to Haguro before she starts circling the port. "...still no signs of activity..." she radios. "...but...it appears to have been scavenged for every scrap they could find..." she adds before slowly circling her way down to the base. "...even the walls have been destroyed to remove the metal within...what would they need so much scrap for...?"      Not being one to operate on or near water, Evangeline leaves the husks to Haguro. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      <<"How strange. YEs, it's... Empty. I wonder if they ate everything on the way out.">> Haguro murmurs as she pokes through the ruins, pointedly not responding to Evangeline's response in favor of focusing on the job at hand. <<"I know I had to eat... Not a lot before, but enough.">>      She shudders lightly. It seems she's still not fond of the eating metal thing. Haguro grips those husks and moves them around, pulling them apart at the already-damaged sections to dig around further. Eventually, she stumbles across the black box, and she moves to retrieve that before holding it up for Evangeline.      <<"Black box located. Should we investigate further?">> 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "Surface contact... They're firing!" Yamashiro says, wincing as the distant speck of her scout plane blossoming into a little flower of flame. "Scout plane lost... hostile fleet, recon formation, a Ta-class Fast Battleship escorted by a Chi-class, and four destroyers. Could not confirm type." says the Battleship, the Fifth adjusting formation to a defensive posture.     Shigure radios. "Haguro, Evangeline, we have company out here. Make best speed away from the anchorage, we will attempt to lead the--." She's cut off as shells start to fall around her and her fleet, plumes of water and shrapnel slashing at the quartet. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline floats down to take the black box, and holds it against her belly where it slowly integrates and disappears. "...black box recovered...moving to meet hostiles..." she reports, then looks to Haguro. "...I guess investigations will have to wait..." she says before taking off toward the enemy battlegroup. She flies up to a good altitude, then charges her weapons. "...permission to fire..." she asks since they are in safe mode.      Once it is given, a Neuroi Breaker Beam lances across the sky, tinting the area in an angry red light as it cuts across the incoming Abyssals and leaves a vast upward explosion in its wake. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      Of course there's an ambush here. Haguro doesn't seem surprised in the slightest even when that radio transmission comes over. Instead, she looks through the wreckage and ruins in the way, trying to get an eye on where the hostiles are coming from. With Evangeline spiriting the black box away, she hurries through the wreckage, then takes a direct path towards the Abyssals.      <<"Negative, flagship. Evangeline's already retrieved the data, and the Fifth are confirmed enemies to them. The rest of you should go. I'll...">> Trailing off, Haguro steels herself as she keeps heading straight for the Abyssals, her guns remaining unprimed and not even raised. Instead, she just keeps her armored sections facing forwards.      "Hold your fire! I am Haguro, also known as the Ne-class Heavy Cruiser! I need to speak with your leader." Forcing down her usual fear response, she tries to hide it by being as loud as humanly/boatghostily possible. "Let her know so we can arrange a meeting." 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline pulls her beam back just in time to keep from actually hitting the ships when Haguro moves in with the apparent intent of talking. Talking is always better, and there is a slight chance that they can end this with only the loss of a single recon plane. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''      The Ta-class, a Flagship from the golden aura surrounding her body, brings a pair of her tentacle turrets around to shield herself from the Breaker Beam's blast, turning angry eyes skyward as she aims a pair of turrets at the Neuroi, firing flak shells without a single word. The Chi-class moves in front of the Ta-class as Haguro comes barreling forward, the red aura denoting an Elite. She just hisses static-like white noise at Haguro, bringing her gun-arm up... strangely, the Chi-class doesn't immediately fire, like one might expect... is she waiting for something?     The destroyers form a picket line, all of them glowing blue and chittering almost nervously, as their main batteries extend out of their mouths, but don't open fire either.     The Fifth shift formation. "Evangeline, disengage, you have valuable information. Link up with the Fifth... Haguro, if they turn hostile to you, we will open fire on them." says Shigure, moving away slowly, but not so fast as to get clear of engagement.     The Ta-Class, once it's clear that Haguro didn't understand her counterpart, places a hand on Chi-class's shoulderplate, and speaks simply, in broken sentences. "Lady in red, does not visit. Leave, or we sink you." 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline is already heading back when the flak shells come in. Some of the flak impacts her shield but no real damage is done. "...understood..." she reports to Shigure as she flies back quickly. "...while linked to it...I should be able to play the recordings on the black box..." she says as she moves to hover above the Fifth fleet's formation.      She faces the Abyssals again and charges a breaker beam once more. If things do go south, she wants to be ready to back up Haguro, important data or no. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      Haguro grits her teeth as that Chi-class raises her gun, preparing for the worst that ends up not coming as she doesn't fire right away. Haguro has her own arms ready to raise to defend herself, but she doesn't have those guns raised even then. It could be confidence or insanity, but either way...      Well, she hasn't gotten shot yet. That's something! Breathing a sigh of relief, she turns to the Ta-class and nods. "Relay this to the other Abyssals, then. Ne-class will speak to her." She keeps her tone even and firm as she speaks, and she even manages to suppress the shaking of her legs as she turns away, moving steadily to rejoin with the Fifth and Evangeline with her back fully exposed to the Abyssals (complete with light blue glowing circles, oddly enough).      Anyone that's watching her face, though, can easily see that her jaw is firmly locked and she's too strained to even blink. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     The Ta-class just stares impassively as Haguro retreats, then with no discernable signal, the entire formation turns away, and sinks beneath the waves... whether Haguro's message will be delivered or not is to be seen, but the threat is over. For now.     Evangeline's connection the the black box allows her to read the information, The blackbox recorded everything until it was disconnected and left as useless when its host vessel was stripped for parts. Mostly Abyssal Static vocalizations, but a couple of more aware have a conversation in broken sentences. "Lady in red want more food. Wonder why." "We not to wonder, only take. Bring wire, leave box." "Ta-class say, Lady making go up... is true?" "Bring wire. Leave box."     The recording cuts out after that, and the box is empty otherwise. 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline plays the recordings outloud for the others, then tilts her head. "...they even took the wire..." she says softly, then looks around at the others. "...they are...building something..?" she asks before looking over to watch Haguro. "...it looks like they are moving off..." she radios to try and get rid of that stressed out face of Haguro's. "...this seems significant...Abyssals did not try to destroy us...instead allowed us to withdraw..."      She pauses a moment, then looks to Haguro. "...is that because they recognized you..Haguro...?" 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      No shots in the back. Success! Alas, Haguro doesn't let herself relax until they are far and away from the mission location. Only then does she finally speak up again, glancing back once juuust in case.      "M... Maybe. I wasn't even sure it would work." She chuckles weakly, sounding like she's lost a few years from her life just from that despite being a spirit and all. "Or... Ah. Or maybe they just didn't expect anyone to approach them. Either way..."      Another deep breath, and she switches her radio back on. <<"Blackbox retrieved. Let's get out of here before anyone else comes.">> 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure nods. "Haguro, join formation, we should maintain a tight formation until we are clear of Abyssal waters... other groups may not be so forgiving." she says, making a gesture, and the other three spread ranks, allowing Haguro to slot into the center of the formation if she wants. "We make for these coordinates, then we can split off."     The destroyer looks pensive over the recording, but doesn't say anything on the matter. She does, however, attempt to give Haguro a hug. "I'm so sorry.." 

:'''{{#var:457|Evangeline (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline stays close to the formation this time, and moves to give Haguro a hug when Shigure does. She seems a bit hesitant at first though, remembering what happened the last time she gave Haguro a hug. And they are much farther from land this time. After hovering there close to Haguro a few moments she pulls back without actually hugging. "...are you alright..?" she asks as they head back to base. 

:'''{{#var:863|Haguro (863)}} has posed:'''      Haguro's not going to refuse a security blanket to ease her mind after that last stunt. She slips right in, and she doesn't even notice Shigure approaching until she's already on her. "Eh? Oh. Shigure, it's..."      And then Evangeline's in on the hugging as well. The heavy cruiser chuckles after a moment, opening her arms up to pat them each on the head with a warm smile. "It's fine. I'm alright. Everything's... Gotten better now." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "I should have been there for you, and I was not... I failed you as a fleetmate, and as a friend." says Shigure in a soft tone, easing back, then dipping her head at the pat, obscuring her eyes behind her fringe, though tears are obviously spilling from her eyes, plinking lightly into the water as the six make their way out of danger. 
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6415/Ace vs Berserker

2019-03-04T23:31:22Z

LucidBreeze: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/03/03 |Location=Corner of Adversity 1 |Synopsis=Cordelay Levail comes to fight Yang Xiao Long. |Cast of Characters=6936, 906 |pretty=yes }} {{..."

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|Location=Corner of Adversity 1
|Synopsis=Cordelay Levail comes to fight Yang Xiao Long.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:6936|Cordelay Levail (6936)}} has posed:''' Cordelay steps into the battleground, surveying the area intently. "So you're Lady Yang Xiao Long? I heard you like to fight." She smiles slightly as she speaks and rests a hand on the hilt of one of her blades. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang glances over as a new person enters the arena. "Oh, heya! Never heard your voice before, you new?" she queries, stretching and tossing a cowboy hat off to one side. She's wearing an outfit that has aesthetics of a western gunslinger. With a quick unclip, she also tosses the two flap-like attachments to join the hat, then cracks her knuckles with a series of satisfying pops. "Also, drop the 'lady' stuff. You're gonna make me feel old, but yeah, I like to fight. Why? Y'wanna throw down?"     The brawler deploys her gauntlets, the bracelets on her wrists unfolding along her forearms with a series of mechanical whirrs and clacks. "You should probably know about the Shrine. This place lets you go all out and not worry about permenant injury. So don't hold back on me." she racks the slides on her shotgauntlets with a grin. "I won't." 

:'''{{#var:6936|Cordelay Levail (6936)}} has posed:''' Her slight smile breaking into a full grin, Cordelay unsheathes both her short swords and flips them into a ready position. "Oh, this is perfect then. I am Cordelay Levail, daughter of Sartaire the Dragon. Let us both show what we're capable of!" She points one sword at Yang and slips into a ready stance, her eyes glimmering at the prospect of a challenge. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Computer, begin combat. Defeat: When unable to continue battle." says Yang, a klaxon sounding to confirm, before the blonde brawler kicks off and charges straight in at the other woman. She's fast, speed boosted by the strength of her launch, the ground where she stood literally exploding outwards behind her from the force of her kick off.     Yang comes in, and aims a straight up haymaker at Cordelay's center of mass, the punch causing the gauntlet to fire off its chambered shell, sending a burst of kinetic force out along with the punch, a double-strike of impact, then blast! 

:'''{{#var:6936|Cordelay Levail (6936)}} has posed:''' Cordelay throws herself into a backward roll, Yang's punch striking her arm on the way back and sending her sprawling. "Such force... You're quite skilled." Springing to her feet, Cordelay grips the chain on one of her swords and lashes out, swinging the blade like a flail in a swift arc and twisting her body to add extra momentum to the swing. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The problem with launching and attacking like that is it leaves little chance to recover and defend. As Cordelay whips that sword out, it slams into the blonde's shoulder, punching clean through the golden shield that surrounds her body and drawing blood.     Yang yanks the blade out, and backflips away, the wound slowly closing with a gleam of golden light, that it diminishes the shield in a visible way before it facdes back invisible again. "You're not too bad yourself." she replies, then slams her fists together, before punching into the air. Each punch launches a homing projectile that explodes on impact, aiming to saturate the area around Cordelay with explosives! 

:'''{{#var:6936|Cordelay Levail (6936)}} has posed:''' The smell of scorched hair and leather fills the air as Cordelay once more dives away, tumbling through the flames and grasping her bangs to snuff out a small flame. She grits her teeth and rises to her feet as she pulls her sword back to her hand, then glares at Yang and rushes forward. Her charge is like the wind as Cordelay lunges at her opponent, both short swords thrusting forward like the tusks of a wild boar. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang shifts her gauntlets back to melee mode, and brings her arms up to tank that charge, blades striking metal and deflecting off to score glancing blows against the blonde's shoulders.     As the blades pass, Yang's eyes shift from lilac to red, and as her face is revealed from behind her guard, a malicious grin has formed. "Gotchya." she says, then moves in and wraps her arms around Cordelay's middle, and bring her up and over into a suplex! 

:'''{{#var:6936|Cordelay Levail (6936)}} has posed:''' Put on the spot by the unexpected grapple, Cordelay throws her weight backward just as Yang does the same. The sudden motion allows her to slip free of Yang's grip and land on her feet. "Never underestimate the Dragon's daughter, Miss Xiao Long," she hisses as she thrusts one sword forward - a quick stab to take advantage of the small opening presented by her escape. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang's bent over backwards, and that sword strike slams into her midsection, piercing her Aura once more, and making the girl cry out in pain... then morphing into rage as she grabs the blade again, yanking it out then trying to grab the chain to pull the owner towards her.     Yang moves forward as she tries to pull Cordelay toward her, winding up for a flurry of punches. 

:'''{{#var:6936|Cordelay Levail (6936)}} has posed:''' The satisfaction on Cordelay's face morphs into shock as she's yanked forward, barely having time to throw her arm up in defense. Though she manages to block some of the barrage that follows, those blows that do land knock the wind from her as she lets out a pained growl and glares directly into Yang's eyes. "I'm not done yet." She mutters. "I am nowhere near done yet!" Bringing her leg up swiftly she attempts to throw her knee into Yang's stomach while the arm she had been using to parry now brings her second sword around in a powerful arc. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang grunts as she takes the knee to the midriff, her Aura fizzling out as it cushions the blow, while she intercepts the sword swing with her gauntlet, sparks flying and a harsh cracking sound coming from the arm within, as her Aura no longer protects her body... but that only seems to have made her even more angry!     With being so close, the sudden burst of Semblance might caught some disorientation.     Yang grins, and tries to grab Cordelay by the collar, or around the throat. "Neither am I." she snarls back, her eyes a blazing inferno as she throws Cordelay, then kicks off after her, aiming to pass the other woman, and use the throw momentum along with a spinning punch to cause a lot of damage. 

:'''{{#var:6936|Cordelay Levail (6936)}} has posed:''' As Yang flies toward her, Cordelay grabs the enraged blonde's arm and twists around her before shoving off Yang's back and landing with a thud on her feet. "That was quite the attack, Miss Xiao Long. I haven't fought an opponent like you in ages." She grabs both swords by the chains and swings them with all her might, the arcs of the blades poised to intersect in a clash of sharp steel. "But no matter what, I will NEVER lose!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang skids to a stop, then brings her arms up defensively, willing her Aura to reactivate.. but it doesn't come in time, and the blonde just drops like a sack of potatoes, blood gushing from the blade wounds inflicted.     The arena then sounds a klaxon, and wounds and exhaustion are reversed, leaving only a dull ache in its place. Yang sits up, rubbing where she got slashed, and chuckles. "Man, you're really strong, that was a hell of a fight!" she says, grinning unabashedly, her eyes shifted back to lilac and her more easygoing attitude returning after the glimpse as the beast within. 

:'''{{#var:6936|Cordelay Levail (6936)}} has posed:''' Cordelay takes a deep breath and smiles, the adrenaline rush fading. "When it comes to strength, you're far more than my equal. I've never been pushed that far before... I must stay diligent in my training if I'm ever to match you. Thank you for sparring with me, Miss Xiao Long." She curtseys politely and makes her way to Yang, extending a hand to help her up. "I hope to face you again someday." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang takes the hand, pulling herself up then clapping her free hand on Cordelay's shoulder. "You're not too shabby. I'm just a living battering ram." she remarks, grinning as she shifts to loop an arm around the other woman's shoulder. "C'mon, I'm starving, lets go get something to eat, eh?" 

:'''{{#var:6936|Cordelay Levail (6936)}} has posed:''' Surprised by the sudden contact, Cordelay starts for a moment before nodding. "Of course. My treat - it's the least I can do for such an impressive performance." She grins back at Yang before adding, "I've always been interested in cuisine from other worlds. Hopefully you can recommend me something good!" 
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6363/Viral Outbreak

2019-02-06T03:26:54Z

LucidBreeze: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2019/02/06 |Location=The System - Locus |Synopsis=Charta puts out a call for aid. |Cast of Characters=1103, 42, 446, 6384, 8 |pretty=yes }} {{Poses..."

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|Location=The System - Locus
|Synopsis=Charta puts out a call for aid.
|Cast of Characters=1103, 42, 446, 6384, 8
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Those who arrive via the System Bus into Locus are greeted by LDF troopers, and ushered into an airship to head directly for the outbreak zone. The airship swoops down over a large island on the far side of the Drive, that is literally swarming with blue blobs of slime with canine features. Poochooze.     Within the swarm dances a young woman with chrome armour and rainbow eyes. Her sword singing in the air and slashing through dozens of the little monsters with each swing, but there seems to be no end of them. She's not making and progress, and seems to be getting pushed back, as some of the Viruses latch onto her briefly before getting smacked away. "Charta, I cannot hold them off alone!" she says into the open air.     <Please be careful Lady Diamond Sister. Help is on the way.> chimes in Charta herself, voice echoing over the airship's comm as well. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Staren hasn't been to this world much. It just... confuses him. He needs to be better about that. But fighting viruses? That's a thing he's done!     He wasn't expecting so MANY, though! Staren looks over the edge of the airship, wide-eyed, then his expression returns to neutral. This is unexpected, but not unprepared for.     Staren reaches into his bag, pulls out what appears to be a large-bore rifle, and starts firing tiny missiles down at the mass of slimes, missiles which explode in fireballs of intense heat. <"We've got your back."> He comments, after the announcement. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia has to admit, this airship is quite amazing. Of course, her airships are made of wood so...      She blinks as she hears the voice on the comm, then looks out the door at the woman down below. As soon as they are close enough, Sarracenia leaps off the airship and quickly brings her hammer down and stands on the head. She rides it down, leaving a sort of comet trail in her wake and causing a wavefront to form below her. She crashes into the ground near the woman, sending out a shockwave that should send several of the almost cute little oozes flying.      Sarracenia twirls slowly around the upturned handle of her hammer after the landing. "That is always so satisfying~" she says, then leaps and pulls the hammer free in one motion before bringing it down again on the nearest slime, working her way toward the surrounded woman. "Fear not! Princess Sarracenia has come to your rescue!" 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Honestly, this world makes a degree of sense to Orchid's mind. But she's along to help out, and has brought a number of her more combat capable drones with her. She descends from the airship, riding her rocket surfboard, flanked by over 20 bat-type combat drones. She's directing them in clearing a landing zone, as she also takes a look around the battlefield itself. <"If these are the only sort, then if you feel overwhelmed, flying should suffice,"> she notes. She doesn't expect that to stay the case, but it might help... 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' So a call for help had gone out from the neighbouring system as it were, and Deelel was fairly quick to arrive. The first thing those on site would hear is the sound of a light cycle engine as Deelel comes in and she'll move to try and side swipe the swam with her bike before it vanishe into a flash of light, deelel catches the baton slaps it to her leg and summons her Keyblade diving into the enemy's ranks. "This will be fun!" 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Arcana lifts up into the air as the airship arrives. The Poochooze do a good job of forming a living ladder to try and reach her, but are blown about by Sarracenia's entrance. Those that aren't, are purged in plasma fire from Staren's micromissiles, while the bat-drones and Deelel's unorthodox entry manage to clear out a good portion of the swarm. The Poochooze make some kind of dumb sound as they regroup and start approaching the group once more, while they're joined by a much larger specimen as it lands from a smaller landmass floating above this larger floating island.     "I knew it... a Giant Poochooze, no way these things would be this coordinated if one of them wasn't around." says Arcana, lifting her sword and beginning to chant.     The Poochooze leap at the responders, their tiny bodies are squishy and easy to damage, but they're slimes, and that goop is really acidic, catalysing most materialize it comes into contact with. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia smirks as the little slimes are blown away by her attack. "See? Told you." she says to Arcana, only to blink as the giant Poochooze appears. And suddenly she is surrounded! She uses her hammer to keep most of the slimes away, but at least one still manages to pounce on her and she yelps at the burning sensation while small holes start to appear all over her battle dress. "Ugh. I have to find a more durable material somewhere..." she mutters.      Still trying to fend off smaller poochoozes, Sarra can only manage to spare one small bob-omb for the horde. She leaps upward and throws it down at them. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     <"That stacking behavior is concerning..."> Staren fries them before they can reach the airship, fortunately.     Unfortunately, there's now a... Giant Slime. And it's able to fling some of them up at the airship! They graze Staren, corroding his armor! He fries them with the beam saber, then looks over the edge again.     <"So... if we take out the big one, the others will become less of a threat?"> He turns his focus to it, trying to heat it up. It might take awhile, but eventually, maybe he'll be able to get it to boil later? 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' The Battle is joined an Deelel has made quite the entry here, she's done some damage on her entry to the Poochooze, however they seem to be up to omething this time. She will find that thhe's getting pounced and it hits her hand very hard she'd almost aovided it but not quite. She hits the gorund an rolls way moving to get back to her feet. "Well then you have some game do you?" With that she has her Keyblade out and is moving in on the Giant Poochoze to give severl swift wacks with the weapon. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid lands in the middle of the cleared area, and while she herself avoids the poochooze, her bat-drones aren't as lucky, several brought down. But there are more things in Orchid's bag of drones, and she sets up more, starting with a trio of turrets that begin firing at the smaller blobs. She's building up to something... She's also sending Sarracenia some tips about where the jellies are most vulnerable to a good hammer-swing. 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Staren seems to have the right idea, as the missiles impacting against the giant Poochooze staggers it, and visibly the entire swarm seems to 'stagger' with it. It recovers after a moment, and with another "Duuurrrrrbuuuur!" its eyes begin to glow red, then emit a beam laser at the scientist catman.     Sarracenia's bob-omb scatters the Poochooze again, giving her a little space to land once more, but she better not stay isolated or things might get bad.     Deelel's getting up close and personal with the Giant Poochooze. As she whacks at it with her Keyblade, it groans, then coils up like a spring, thenh unwinds in a sweeping round-house attack, using its flexible body to try and knock the Program away.     Orchid's managing to keep an area safe from the smaller slimes, but the Giant Poochooze lobs some over the turret cover, absorbing them from around itself, and hurling them like some kind of mortar into the middle of that turret formation! 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     <"Alright! Target the big one!"> Staren calls out.     And then it gets mad!     Oh, red eyes don't mean mad, they mean EYE BEAMS! Staren's caught off-guard, but the beam is another graze, scorching his armor on one shoulder. He turns on his forcefield and dives for cover, but even the brief contact is enough to burn through a significant portion of the field; the transparent sphere glowing an opaque white before the outer layers crack and shatter!     When he stands back up, he levels TWO guns over the railing -- his laser rifle in addition to the missile one! Lasers, beams, and fireball missiles all rain down at the big Poochooze! It's a pretty big target, after all! 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Well, the slime bombs come in, blasting away Orchid's turrets as she darts away. She pulls something out from a compartment. It doesn't look like much, and as she dashes Orchid gives it a quick wrap in... something. Finally, she loads the device into an arm cannon, and shoots it at the Giant Poochooze.      It's not much, with about twice the kinetic energy of a fastball pitch.      It just happens to be the sort of navigation beacon that will make the Poochooze a VERY easy target. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deel gets smacked agian pretty good there's no cracking yet on her body so it's not life threating but clearly she's been hit good. This is wherre she'll mix it up afte sh recogers form getting knockjed away she holds the keyblad mutter something and send powerful guests of wind at the thing trying to keep it pinned down for hte rest of the party to be able to just kick it's ass. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia lands after her bomb toss..only to still be surrounded. She sighs, then looks toward the giant ooze. "Oh wonderful. Let me just activate the homing function of...my hammer." she says in a flat tone at Orchid's use of the beacon.      But, after a moment of thought, Sarracenia realizes she -does- have a weapon that might be able to make use of the beacon. She plants her hammer in the ground head first, then reaches into her satchel and pulls out...is that a portable rocket pod?! It is nearly as long as her hammer, with 8 burly pods.      She princess grins a bit maniacally as she takes aim, and one can probably hear the 'beep beep beep' of target aquisition. "Here you go, big guy!" she calls out, then laughs just as maniacally as her grin as the weapon starts firing. One after another in rapid succession she launches all 8 aircraft-sized missiles, each one black and with a shark face just like her Bullet Bills, and each one unleashes a devastating explosion on the Giant Poochooze! 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     The swarm is being whittled down, and the big Giant Poochooze is looking ragged. It's slumped down in a half-melted pile, the expression on its 'face' unchanged. Like it's a static texture or something. Staren's assault ablates away some of the things outer layer, and Orchid's beacon manages to sink in through one of these holes, the protective wrapping letting it survive the harsh environment within the Poochooze's body.      Deelel's assault with the Wind-type magic blasts clear the last few Poochooze that were surrounding their 'boss', leaving the door proverbially open.     And Sarracenia makes the most of it, using those missiles to blast the Giant Poochooze into fragmented code that evaporates after a few moments.     Arcana finishes chanting then, and with a kiai, sends sword beams out to clear the rest of the island of the now disorganized Poochooze. She lands, and releases her transformation once the island is clear. "Thank you all for coming... I do not know what I would have done without your aid." she says, bowing formally to each in turn. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia watches with sparkly eyes as her beloved explosives do their job perfectly against the big slime, then she giggles delightedly when the smoke clears and so does the creature's data. She looks at the now spent pod and tosses it away. Apparently it is a one use weapon.      Arcana finishes off the remaining small slimes and Sarracenia finally gets a good look at her. And those sparkly eyes return. "Oh my goodness! You are adorable!" the princess gushes before making her way over quickly and giving Arcana the hug one gets when one is just too cute. "It was a pleasure to help. Especially one so adorable and well-mannered!"      Still hugging Arcana against her with one arm, Sarracenia waves to the others. "Well done everyone! Especially you, little android! It seems I was able to capitalize on your assistance after all!" 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid lets out a deep sigh of relief as the Poochooze is defeated. She takes a deep bow as Sarracenia calls to her. "A pleasure to help; teamwork is always a winning combination," she calls back. "And you can call me Orchid. I'm just glad we were able to finish it quickly."      Around her, her drones sort through the remains, looking for salvageable parts. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel lowers her weapon as the enemy either is down and Arcana clears out the rest of them. Her keyblade vanishes now in a poof of light. She also has to admit she's impressed at the explosive power of the Princess and tells her so over the comm. "It was a team effort right?" She looks about for a moment then pauses. "Does anyone require healing?" "I also have to agree that is a cute outfit you have Arcana!" 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Arcana lets out a confused squeak when she's so suddenly hugged. Green eyes go owlishly wide at Sarracenia and she tries to extract herself from the embrace. She doesn't seem all that outgoing, fidgeting with her fingers once she's released. "U-uhm... th-thank you?" She then self consciously adjusts her outfit as it's commented on, cheeks flushing embarrassedly. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     The enemy is defeated. And the others are busy calling eachother cute and stuff... nothing much more to do here. Staren waits for the airship to head back to the gate. Not like he's 'just' waiting when he has a computer in his head, after all! 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia blinks when Arcana pulls away, then giggles a bit. "You are welcome. And I apologize if I embarrassed you." she says, then waits for the airship to pick them up so she can head back to her world. "If you ever need anything, do not be afraid to ask~" she calls out to Arcana before she leaves. "And...forgive me, what was your name?" she says, smiling to Deelel. "We must arrange to discuss expanding our art portfolios to include images of me at a later date." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid chuckles a little. Not at anyone in particular. But she gathers what she can, and boards the airship. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel turns her head to Sarracenia. "The ID is Deelel!" With that she will catch a lift out of here. "You know h ow to get ahold of me and that would be interesting!" 
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6331/Marksman vs Berserker

2019-01-21T02:28:22Z

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|Location=Shrine of Adversity
|Synopsis=Yang puts out her challenge. Lemeza accepts.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:6258|Lemeza Kosugi (6258)}} has posed:'''     It had been a while since the professor had sparred anyone at the Shrine of Adversity, so naturally Yang's challenge over the radio piqued Lemeza's interest. Truth be told, he really should be resting up after the pounding he got from the Black Queen a few days prior, but restlessness won out and drove him to accept the berserker's invitation     He wastes no time in setting up an arena for the two to fight in: there's plenty of flat, open terrain to maneuver around in, but there's also quite a few rock pillars to work with. And dotting the outer edge of the arena are several lava lakes. They're far enough away that they won't restrict movement, but they're there, and can be used for kiting if one so desires.     "Alright. This work for a battlefield, Yang?" Lemeza asks, before getting ready and adopting a fighting stance. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang waits patiently as the field is set up. She's doing some stretches, flexing out her legs and arms from the cramped quarters of the Bullhead that dropped her off at the Shrine. "Works for me... kinda reminds me of some of the Vytal Festival battlegrounds." remarks the blonde before straightening and deploying her gauntlets.     The brawler is sporting a modification of her regular outfit, covering a bit more skin and looking somewhat professional instead of the usualy tomboy blazé she usually sports. "Alright then, here we go!"     With a ground-cracking kick-off Yang charges in on the Professor, firing a gauntlet to send her around to one side, before aiming a leg sweep as her opening move! 

:'''{{#var:6258|Lemeza Kosugi (6258)}} has posed:'''     Huh. Lemeza figured that with the girl's gauntlets she'd focus on punching. When she goes for a leg sweep instead, it catches him off-guard - he's swept off his feet before he can react. But react he does, as he rolls with the blow, retaliating with a whip strike aimed at Yang's back. Lem's still pacing himself though, seeing just how much of an issue his glacier-induced injuries will actually be in the fight. Come to think of it, this Yang really likes to fight... "So, what's your actual profession? You're really into sparring, but that doesn't sound like your /job/." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang takes that whip straight across her back, a bright golden field appearing and softening the blow, though it does still make her stagger forwards and roll through the momentum imparted.     She comes up, turns and fires her gauntlets into the ground to propel herself up and into an arcing charge to come down into a flurry of punches at the professor. She grins at the question. "I'm a Huntress in Training." she replies. "I fight monsters and keep people safe." 

:'''{{#var:6258|Lemeza Kosugi (6258)}} has posed:'''     "I see. So this is kind of like job training for you then?" The professor takes a couple hits, but avoids the bulk of Yang's assault as he bounds back and scales one of the rock pillars surrounding the center of the arena. He's taking stock of the huntress' fighting style, and considering how best to push her... hm. Yeah, that's it. She's only been able to graze him thus far, so let's test her mobility! From his vantage point, Lemeza draws his pistol and fires a few shots straight at Yang, interested in seeing what she does in response. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang swings, and misses, shifting stance and rolling through the punch instead of trying pulling the arm back. This leaves her open to the first few bullets, the slugs striking into her Aura and depleting it pretty handily. She then starts to dodge, grazing past the other bullets before launching herself up at the explorer atop that pillar. She brings a fist around, and aims not at the Professor himself, but at the ground at his feet, firing a shell into the pillar and causing it to explode violently in a shrapnel burst! "Pretty much! That, and I like meetin' new people. Plus you only really get to know someone once you've punched them in the face a few times."     Yang... Yang no. 

:'''{{#var:6258|Lemeza Kosugi (6258)}} has posed:'''     The punchy lady sure likes her power moves, though her accuracy seems to be taking a hit as a result. Still... a direct hit sure would hurt. Lemeza doesn't wait around and instead hops right on over to the next pillar, propelled conveniently by the explosion to his back. Ow. Best to stay out of her reach if at all possible. Lem calmly takes another few shots at Yang, content to try to whittle her down rather than go for a big takedown like he's kinda wanted to do to someone for a while. Ah well, steady wins the race. And about that face-punching... Lemeza shouts a little heckle. "I think what you meant to say is /TRY/ to punch them in the face." Heheh, that ought rile the berserker up. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang stands on the broken pillar, letting the debris fall around her as those shots rain down and whittle away at her defenses. One finally pierces the Aura block and punches through her shoulder, making her cry out in pain as blood sprays from the wound.     And then she turns and brings her fists up as if to box at the professor without moving. She slams her fists together, causing an eruption of power to surround her, hair blazing with golden fire and those lilac eyes shifting to a baleful, glowing red. "I'l give ya 'try' buddy!" she roars back, then starts punching the air. Each punch is punctuated by a report of the shotgun built into her gauntlets, launching glowing bolts of red explosive force at the Professor from distance. They detonate like grenades on impact, and have some mild homing properties, though nothing that could keep up with an Elite trying to actively dodge them. 

:'''{{#var:6258|Lemeza Kosugi (6258)}} has posed:'''     "Yipe!" Lemeza actually exclaims in a brief panic as Yang's eyes turn red and berserker-y. He poing-poing-poings from pillar to pillar, keeping abreast of the grenade shots for the most part -- and then a couple of them clip his feet, knocking him toward the ground. Then one more blasts him for good measure, toward the lava pools at the edge of the arena. That... was a powerful blast, and he's counting himself lucky he dodged the brunt of it. He's suddenly a lot more interested in ending this quickly, but there's no way he's getting close to that crazy woman, so he just keeps putting down ever-increasing amounts of gunfire, reloading as necessary, and backing up towards the lava in what looks like desperation... 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang grins. It's an unhinged, feral expression, not one you'd want to see on an ally, let alone an enemy. As those bullets come in, she brings her arms up, and starts doing some superhero thing by deflecting and blocking the shots with the metal strike-plate on her arms. Some she misjudges and they skim past her exposed arms and body, drawing blood, but for the most part she weathers the storm.     And then, in a lull during a reload, she launches herself. The pillar she's stood on explodes from the imparted force, and the blonde berserker seems to appear a moment later in front of Lemeza, cracking the ground from the impact. She stoops, ducking in and under Lemeza's guard, before launching herself upwards again, bringing a fist up with the motion. This fist seems to burn with a golden flame, her Aura focussing into that one singular point. "HHHUUUURRRRREEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" 

:'''{{#var:6258|Lemeza Kosugi (6258)}} has posed:'''     Excellent. Panic turns to composure as Lemeza moves to kick off Yang, using her as a springboard to launch himself clear into the lava lake. The plan: to take a dive, let his Ice Cape keep him safe, and keep fighting from there. Unfortunately, his kick isn't the only springboard in play: Yang lands a GODDAMN DIRECT HIT TO HIS FACE and sends him SPIRALING into the lake, unable to mount the counteroffensive he'd had planned. Blech. And after that blow, he'll need a moment to recover... 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang lands after her launch, and staggers for a moment as her Aura flickers out, and her Semblance fades with it. "Whew! That was a workout!" she calls, immediately back to her jovial, not-really-murderous self. "You okay in there?" she asks, walking over to the edge of the lava lake and peering in. "Hellooooo~?" 

:'''{{#var:6258|Lemeza Kosugi (6258)}} has posed:'''     Blub. Blub. A few bubbles of air break on the surface of the lava. About a minute passes before Lemeza climbs out of the pool, shaking off stray bits of molten rock. "Ow... okay, how'd you suddenly learn to aim?!" Well, at least he's intact. "I see you know how to end a fight. Not bad." He's grimacing pretty bad, practically limping toward the control panel to end the fight. Fortunately, once the arena's whisked away, his wounds are too -- and Yang's. "Man. I have /got/ to work on my speed. I should've completely dodged your last strike." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "That's my secret. As I take damage, I hit harder, I get faster... I'm most dangerous when I'm barely able to stand." replies Yang nonchalantly, following after Lemeza with a merry little skip in her step. "Anyway, who said I can't aim? Most of my targets are big dumb monsters with more bulk than brains. Works well enough for me most of the time." She leans over and very lightly digs Lemeza in the shoulder, after collapsing her gauntlets into bracelets again. "Besides, gotta save the best move for the big finish~." 

:'''{{#var:6258|Lemeza Kosugi (6258)}} has posed:'''     "Thing is, I'm /good/ at fighting that kind of opponent." Lemeza's clearly a bit upset with the loss. "Both your style, and the big hulking behemoths. I can generally avoid getting hit like that... augh!" Maybe more than a bit upset. "Man, I've got to up my game if I'm to keep up out here. I'm half-considering doing what you're doing and inviting others to just spar with me." He shakes his head in frustration. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "That's the thing, that invitation, isn't just to fight me." Yang says, opening her Scroll and flicking to one of the TV ads that ran. "It's a thing Ozpin set up after talking to the runners of the Shrine. Come and fight someone. Anyone. Expand your horizons in combat... that kinda stuff." 
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6326/Battleship vs The Storm

2019-01-19T02:55:08Z

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|Location=Shrine of Adversity
|Synopsis=Zenos challenges Yamashiro to prove her worth.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:6843|Zenos yae Galvus (6843)}} has posed:'''     The challenge was offered and accepted. The place was agreed upon. Once more, Zenos would face down someone from this Multiverse. Arriving, the man was delivered by a Magitek ship, landing and releasing the Heir apparent as the armored man slowly walks towards the shrine itself. His movements were methodic, not hurried in the least as he finally stops and turns. Waiting for his opponet to arrive. On his hip was a strange contraption, but in it laid the hilt of three blades...which made it obvious for what it was for. The armor more or less covered his entirely body, being in the dark Garlean steel. His helmet had a special mask of ivory over the face itself, with a strange pearl like gem in the forehead. Hair, blonde, runs down the sides of his head. A tabard with the Garlean symbol runs from his waist down, as he simply waits like a mountain.     "I sure do hope I am not disappointed," he muses to himself. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     A tall woman, dressed like a shrine maiden, walks up to the Shrine in an unhurried pace. Hands hidden inside the volumous sleeves of her outfit. The clog-like sandals she wears clack against the ground with each step, announcing her arrival without her having to speak a word.     One sets this woman apart from most other shrine maidens, is the array of gun turrets seemingly welded to her back and peeking over her shoulders. The 'Rigging' bristles with multiple small turrets in a large assembly that supports four truely massive turrets on four gimbal mountings. These are set in parade position, barrels pointed upwards and to the sides.     She bows her head formally in greeting as she comes to a stop in front of Zenos. "Sir Zenos yae Galvus, I presume?" she enquires, voice measured and demure but hiding that backing of steel as it always does. 

:'''{{#var:6843|Zenos yae Galvus (6843)}} has posed:'''     Slowly the mask of the Garlean comes to gaze over the shrine maiden. His head bows only slightly in greeting, understanding the way Doman's greet very well.     "Legatus, General, or Imperial Viceroy, actually. Am I to guess that you are the Battleship Yamashiro? Very well, then if we are both ready.." he says, and from his 'Sword Revolver' he draws a blade. The long bladed weapon, known as a Katana from his part of the mutliverse, swings out once, as Zenos simply does the motion to stretch. From it, a gust of wind whips out, anything in the direction (which is not aimed for Yamashiro) is carried away. The arm comes down, as he makes a rather simple battle stance, looking towards his opponet.     "Well, shall we begin?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "My apologies, Legatus." replies Yamashiro, lifting her head and fixing that mask with her piercing red eyes. "I am ready if you are."     The battleship steps back a few paces as Zenos sets himself up, bringing her hands from her sleeves and letting her arms hang to her sides. "All hands to battle stations. Repeat, General Quarters. All hands man your stations." she announces imperiously, making her rigging spring into action. Turrets traverse, and loud clanks sound from within the metal constructs as shells are loaded.     When Zenos assumes his ready stance, Yamashiro throws one hand forward. "Main Battery. FIRE!" The air shudders as the great cannons over her shoulders belch forth plumes of flame, smoke and the shells themselves, showering Zenos with eight artillery shells that explode on impact. "Reload, Type 91 Armour Piercing. Secondaries fire at will!" 

:'''{{#var:6843|Zenos yae Galvus (6843)}} has posed:'''     When the shells rain, Zenos pushes forward through the attacks. Even as the ground shakes from the shelling, even as one heads for a direct course for him...he simply moves. As the shell rings out, he swings the blade once, aiming to cut through the shell. It explodes, showering him with shrapnel and explosive force, but the general is undetered, even if there were bits of jagged looking metal imbeded within his armor. There is a flash.     Zenos does not appear to be where he was, as he seems to clear the battlefield to come at Yamashiro from a different direction. "Not bad...then I shall take this a bit more serious," he comments, before the blade swings in a wide arch. From it, a large blade of light slashes out, covering a massive chunk of the battlefield. The aim was to strike the boat, aiming to drive her back and exchange blows to test how hard she can hit, and how well she can take it. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Yamashiro sees her first volley do damage. She wasn't expecting it to take out the Legatus so easily.. but she also wasn't expecting the flash step, or the giant energy blade. She shifts awkwardly, stance widening as her turrets traverse and she dips a shoulder, taking the strike full on the turret caps. She skids aside from the force, and the blade digs a gouge into the armour plate, scorching what it doesn't cut through. "We're hit! Check the ammo store for fires!" she says, almost like a reflex as her feet dig into the ground. She bleeds off the momentum and stomps a couple of times to regain balance.     "Main Guns, take aim..." the turrets swivel into place. "Secondary guns, aim..." the smaller cannons swivel into place. "FIRE!"     Once more those giant cannons spew forth their volley, these shells seem designed to punch inside of a target before exploding, sporting a solid piercing head instead of the blunt cap of the previous shells. The smaller caliber guns lob explosive shells of their own, firing in a constant, overlapping stream of fire. 

:'''{{#var:6843|Zenos yae Galvus (6843)}} has posed:'''     Yamashiro, to her credit, was reading the situation well. Trying to break his armor isn't the wrong move, it would in theory limit his defensive options. Instead of pushing through her attack this time, he moved to a defensive stance. When the piercing shells tried to break through, he swings the blade carefully, blades cutting through shells with ease, deflecting smaller ones to hit the ground all around him. Explosions tore through the land, kicking earth and debries everywhere.     Once more, the General pushed through the dust, walking casually towards the Ship, even as something fell from the sky near them.     It was a image of a blade itself, as wind flavored Aether started to flow from it. This time, he swings, but the blade that lands releases a burst of wind as well, aiming to enhance his strike. Both attempting to strike at the same time. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Yamashiro bunkers down as her attack is largely deflected, bringing her arms up as the strike is leveled at her. Wind buffets against her from all directions, the cutting wind slicing at her outfit and leaving deep score marks across her Rigging. One barrel of her main battery turrets even falls away, sliced clean off by one of those razor winds.     "Reload." she calls over the howling winds, then does something one may not expect from a fighter that seems more built for long range attacks. She leaps toward Zenos, firing her main battery, but AWAY from the Legatus, launching her quicker into close range.     Once there, she attemps to grapple the armoured Garlean and get within the swing of his blade. 

:'''{{#var:6843|Zenos yae Galvus (6843)}} has posed:'''     The shell hits, but not aimed at him...     "Oh..?" he says, with a the start of a smirk on his face. The ship flies through the air, aiming to try and get within reach of him, but the wind lasted just a moment longer. The bite of her attack was diminished just slightly, especially, when his free hand came to defend himself. His arm blocking her strike with his on guard. The blow still resonates through his armor. The armor still cracks from the blow, but it was not NEARLY as effective as it could have been...and the Garlean stares her in the eye.     "An interesting tactic...but was that despiration, or innovation?" He says, as another sword falls from the sky, but this time it starts generating an electric current.     His hand moves to grab her, aiming to swing her towards the direction of the blade itself, before it releases a massive wave of electric force in all directions from it. If successful, the energy would feel like it was making her actions feel heavier, draining them of her strength.     "Now, let us see!" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Yamashiro shifts stance as her strike meets solid plate. She moves to grasp that arm, but is too slow and is herself launched away. She lands with a crack, as a turret falls from its cradle. She skids to a stop and is engulfed in the wave of electrical energy, the arcs skittering across her as she grits her teeth. "RELOAD!" she barks, forcing her body to stand, and advance. She grabs the fallen turret by the barrels, and drags it along after her like a makeshift club. "I am the Super Dreadnaught Battleship Yamashiro. I have been subjected to countless retrofits and rebuilds. I've seen more time in drydock than I have at sea." she advances still, ejecting her rig as one of the turrets explodes from the inside, letting it fall heavily to the ground behind her. "Innovation is my blood."     She moves from a walk to a sprint, hopping into the air with a spin to bring her 'turret club' around with as much force as she can pile into it. 

:'''{{#var:6843|Zenos yae Galvus (6843)}} has posed:'''     The makeshift club comes down, as blade catches it. There is a array of sparks that errupt as the two weapons clash, even as the ground beneath them shakes from the shockwave of the clash. Zenos looks up towards her calmly, staring towards her as he starts pushing back, aiming to drop her to the ground infront of him. Even through the force of the blow tears through armor that was holding the sword, it still remains firmly in place. The weapon still swings easily enough, though he reguards it for a moment.     "Hm...I lost feeling there for a moment," he says, in an slightly amused tone.     "So it was desperation...how...disappointing." he says, with that, his own Aether starts to flare up. "That is fine, bring whatever power you need to face me...however, let us see if you can..."     "SURVIVE THIS!" he thrusts the sword into the ground itself. From all around him, energy bursts in all directions. It is more than a simple strike. If it was successful, it would completely drain the body of the strength to fight, as if his very fighting spirit was overwhelming and suppressing hers. The force of the blow was no less devistating...and after it ends, he holds the blade once more, ready to continue. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Yamashiro lands after her strike, dropping the club and bringing her arms up in a martial stance, ready to continue the battle without her Rigging... but then that energy burst washes over her, tearing at her strength itself. She staggers, then falls to a knee, before being knocked away into a wall by the force of the attack. She stays there, eyes hidden by the fringe of her hair as the Shrine registers an inability to continue and triggers its reset function.     Still Yamashiro doesn't move, "... it seems I am truely Misfortunate, after all..." is all she says. 

:'''{{#var:6843|Zenos yae Galvus (6843)}} has posed:'''     The blade comes back, the battle had been decided in that blow.     The sword returns to the sheath.     "Misfortune. Did you not, before now, tote the might of what you are? Of your nation? Would you so casually dishonor your entire nation by calling it misfortune at your defeat? Or is it that absolving you of your failure make the bitter taste of defeat seem more managable?" He turns, shaking his head. "Pathetic. Pathetic and disgraceful. Instead of congratulating me on my accomplishment, marveling at my strength, or admitting you have much to learn...it's fortune's fault? And here, for a momemt, I had considered you having promise. A desire to bring you under the arm of Garlemald to temper that strength better. If this is the limit of your strength...of your will...then I have nothing more to do here." He says, and starts walking towards his ship, but still slowly. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Yamashiro lifts her head, fixing eyes on the Garlean. "My entire life has been one misfortune after another." she replies measuredly, pulling herself to stand. "You are certainly strong, far stronger than I, of that there is no doubt." she frowns. "Do not take my words for absolution or deflection of my own inadequacies." She shakes her head. "You must understand something about Kanmusu... we are creatured tied to our pasts, as inexorably bound as two sheets of steel, welded together. You call me pathetic... I call you bigotted. Lord your superiority over me all you wish, but know that it does not decrease my worth in aught by your own eyes." she turns, and walks away then, keeping a measured pace. 
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6312/A Wraith and a Fairy

2019-01-13T02:41:08Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2019/01/12
|Location=The System - Locus
|Synopsis=Raziel visits Charta, to discuss various aspects of magic and fate.
|Cast of Characters=1103, 6810
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     The System, a bustling place reminiscent of the inside of a computer. A novel thing for a being from a world with little advanced technology. The directions provided lead from the Cable Rail station that joins the System to the local Warpgate, to one of the System Bus terminals that ring the Hub itself. The ride on the cable-car is short, and the vehicle emerges from the tunnel into a vast skyscape dotted with floating islands. The central island, sporting a large city, and the main building of the Cathoderal, is visible from the station. Two programs, looking very much like humans, wearing uniforms with armour built in, meet the wraith at the terminal, "We were informed of your arrival, we are to escort you to the Cathoderal to meet with Lady Charta." says one, gesturing to an airship moored nearby. 

:'''{{#var:6810|Raziel (6810)}} has posed:'''     Raziel would appear in this world, as the black boxes of cutscene would appear for the player..     'Breathtaking views as I took the strange cable transports from one building to the next, as if being lead to my destination by force. Different sizes of floating cities seemingly floating above the clouds, as a strange world awaited me. This...almost seems reminiscant of what the Anchient's mountain citidel's may have looked like, before they fell into ruin due to time and veracious vampire hunters. The scene was breathtaking, and without the sense of forboading that I normally am presented with as I had traveresed the Anchient's ruins.'     Raziel is greeted by the two 'programs'. Nothing to assume that they were not anything but humans, as they stated their function, he needed. The Desicated man speaks calmly, "Very well, I am in your hands." he says, greeting with warm, but chivalrous greeting. He would walk, allowing himself to be guided by them to Charta. 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     The LDF troopers nod, then turn to the airship. One moves into the pilot station, while the other sits nearer to the aft of the craft, waiting for Raziel to sit in the passenger compartment before closing the doors and powering the air drive. Not like some contraption of steam and lighter-than-air gas, the airship ride is smooth, the vehicle powered by crystals suspended above the cabin.     The trip is short, the view out of the windows in the cabin rather impressive, as the ship approaches the large central building with the energy pillar shooting up into the skybox, seeming to pierce up through the bottom of the island from the vastness of the Base Code below.     The Airship docks at a balcony, and allow the Wraith out as one of the officers moves to open the door into the Cathoderal. "Lady Charta awaits in the atrium, directly across from this door." 

:'''{{#var:6810|Raziel (6810)}} has posed:'''     The air trip was nestalgic. He reembered, even briefly, that he could fly once. Still, even without wings, he still longed for it. He closed his eyes, letting himself pretend to feel the air for just a brief moment, before they arrived. Rising up, Raziel turned to face his escorts, "Thank you for your hospitality," he offers, before leaving.     As the door opened...     'As the large doors opened, I was given direction towards the woman I was to meet here. It was refershing, to remember that there are those who overcame the limitation of not having wings to fly. I too, was all too reminded at what ws taken from me, by that degenerate Kain. Still...it was not for that mistake of Kain's that I was brought here, but for his other one.'     Walking into the Cathoderal, he took the advice, walking directly towards the door across from this one, and knocked approprately. Assuming he even had to do so. 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     The door opens as the wraith knocks, and within the atrium, a large, open space within the great building, floats the little fairy seated on her book. She smiles as she sees the form of the Wraith, seemingly unaffected by the ghastly visage. "Ser Raziel, welcome, I am glad you could come. Was your trip uneventful?" she asks, gesturing to a table set up with refreshments, though they seem to be an afterthought, since Charta was unaware if Raziel could even eat normal items.     The room itself is a picture of grandeur, the pillar of energy that seems to bisect the island pulses behind a thick glass-like screen, the eerie glow adding to the light coming in from the open roof. There are crystals spaced around the perimeter, each one seeming to phase through different colours as they sit there, in sync with the pillar of energy. 

:'''{{#var:6810|Raziel (6810)}} has posed:'''     'The room itself was grand. Perhaps, not the grandest thing by the standards of those who had built it, or even those that live in it. By those, even the largest of Kain's castles were deemed tiny, though not for their own hard work, but rather for the lacking of knowledges to make this place like this. I had no doubt that Kain's vanity would possibly seek him to send artisans here to learn, to conqure it in his vanity, or to destroy it should his vanity be offended.'     "The trip was calm, worry not. It was a...very beautiful view the whole way through, and there is much grandour in this place. It weaves modern complexities, with simplistic designs of old. I dare say our artisans from my world would spend many a year where watching and learning." he say, and waves a clawed hand at the food, "Trouble not for my sake, my diet...baring certain oddities in rare ingredients of divine or infernal nature, can not stomach such pallets."     "I am, as my 'benefactor' called me a 'Reaper of Souls'. This is...quite litterally. I do not consume them completely, but it appears that I simply speed the process along of what naturally happens in any world I am in." 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     "I have heard you speak of that being before... the giant creature living beneath the world?" asks Charta, as she picks up a cup and sips from it idly. "I had assumed you were unable, but hospitality demands its due." she adds, tilting her head to one side. "However, if architecture is of use to your world, I might suggest you visit the Onyx Drive. Vector is the City of Architects, and Struo is a meister in designing structures in almost any style imaginable... Locus is a product of the data stored within our Drive, not the directed whimsy of a program constructing it from scratch." 

:'''{{#var:6810|Raziel (6810)}} has posed:'''     "Data...? Oh, information. This is still a new phenomina to me, and I do not completely understand it," he mentions about Data being stored. However, "I might have to go do that, if nothing else than for my own curiosity. The lessons there may end up helping me in my own goals eventually, and it never hurts to know more things than you did once." he says, calmly...Raziel if anything, is well spoken.     "Yes...him. I do not like it mostly because I fear it is trying to use me in some way, and the signs of it's duplicity are apparent, but only with the passage of time." At the sound of hospitality, "I appreciate it...and do not feel the need to satisfy any of my hungers. At worse, it just means I can not maintain a physical form."     "You wished to talk more about my blade, though, correct?' 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     "Data, in our case, is just another form of writing in a book. However the book is what you are standing in, and the words are the things and people you see around you." Charta says, "It can be rather jarring if one is unused to it."     "Indeed, I did wish to know what powers it, other than the nebulous 'soul'. As I indicated, I am unable to tell what it is, only that is is magical in nature, and it is... 'hungry' for lack of a better vernacular." 

:'''{{#var:6810|Raziel (6810)}} has posed:'''     Raziel holds a hand out, both indicating to stand back, but also to call the blade to life. It infact, takes the shape of a wraith blade...long and ghostly. The blade part wavers back and forth like flamberage, and the hilt seems to have a skill motif to it. The handle...itself is Raziel's arm.     "It is the ghostly form of the Reaver, a blade once held by both my Vampiric Father...and my murderer. When I came to inhabit the form you see now, I saught to take revenge...though I was not yet ready to face him. During the battle, he broke the sword on me, and it's 'soul' or perhaps the mad spirit of the blade waited for me on the Spirit world. I took it, as a means to take my revenge...and as I am all too far aware of...it is now perminately apart of myself." The blade disappears.     "I can channel various elements native to Nosgoth, my home world, through it. Fire, Earth, Wind, Water, Light, and Dark. It can, as I do, eat the souls of my enemies, and provides a way to kill things that do not know death. Infact, that was the very purpse I was given existance when I died...to kill those who do not die and return their stagnant souls to my so called 'master'."     "..And with anything I must be careful of this power, or the Reaver will turn itself on me. The elements also augment my telekinetic abilities. Though in minor, but useful, ways." 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     "I am familiar with many of those elements." remarks Charta, having floated back a foot or two when the blade is summoned. She then gestures motes of light floating out of the crystals around the room to hang around her. "There are similar elements within The System. Locus is a crux for all of them, though the other Drives embody one or two." she explains, then indicates each mote. A redish orange is named 'Flame'. A blue-white is named 'Ice'. A greenish-yellow is named Wind, a yellow-white is called 'Lightning' a pure white is named 'Divine' and a mote that seems to suck in light rather than emit it is called 'Chaos'. "These are the six elements of The System."     he bookfairy releases the motes, then floats closer to Raziel. "Going back to your weapon, you said it 'waited for you', is it sapient, then?" 

:'''{{#var:6810|Raziel (6810)}} has posed:'''     "Yes, but not quite for that reason. When I slipped into the spectral realm, it was as if a sword was impaled in the ground infront of me. As IF waiting...then again, I guess it could have been actually waiting." He says, with a shrug.     "But yes...the blade is ravenous, and...mad. I can feel from it the derranged sense of another entity...but remains calm unless overstimulated. It really only became like this when I touched the physical reaver when I first came to the past, and met the broken Soul Reaver there. It used it's power to repair the broken blade, nearly draining my soul in the process."     "In return...it became voracious, and the other entity became more clear to me, more active in our partnership. It turned from a Symbionic relationship, to a parasitic one. " 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     "Facinating... I am certain Lady Diamond Soul will be enthralled to learn the details of this... knowledge, especially mystic, arcane and eldritch, is of particular value to our Drive Core Controller." replies Charta, then frowns a bit. "Time travel? Perhaps that has some bearing on the properties of the weapon you knew before your... death?" she surmizes. "Merely supposition and speculation on my part." 

:'''{{#var:6810|Raziel (6810)}} has posed:'''     "Nay...the blade was normal after I left the streaming device...it only became this way directly after touching the reaver...though there was a weird sense of vertigo after touching it. I know not why, but that it was." 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Charta nods. "Something to think on. Theorize about." muses Charta, then she perks up. "You have been very candid, and I thank you for that. Is there anything you wish to ask me about?" 

:'''{{#var:6810|Raziel (6810)}} has posed:'''     "I feel very little need to not be candid with my allies. Especially with that hiding information may be more self destructive than anything. There is little in what I said that can hurt me anyway. That, and those who fight at my side have the right to know what weapons I possess, and their dangers."     With that, he seems to think for a moment. "Do...you happen to know much about the potential to change one's fate or destiny?" 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     "If you are asking if there exists magic or skill to alter causality, then yes. If you were to ask Lady Diamond Soul, she would rant long into the next petacycle about how fate and destiny are intertwined with the breathing of the world..." she says this with the long suffering tone of someone who has suffered such before. "My own belief is that fate is what you make for yourself. Only you can break the percieved cycle." she sighs. "Unhelpful, I know, but I have little to offer other than words of encouragement." 

:'''{{#var:6810|Raziel (6810)}} has posed:'''     "Maybe on your world...but on mine all people are shackled to something called the Wheel of fate. It seems my destiny is writen in stone...so I look to try and avoid this fate as best that I can, or at least know what it is more firmly." 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     Charta shakes her head sadly. "I am unable to assist in this... at least at this present time. Perhaps after some time to properly assign runtime to the problem I could come up with something, however I would likely need additional information on what this 'Wheel of Fate' entails, what powers it and the like." the fairy taps her cheek with a finger, eyes closed. 

:'''{{#var:6810|Raziel (6810)}} has posed:'''     "Do not trouble yourself, I did not expect much...though having allies out here in the Multiverse would make gathering knowledge at home more interesting." 

:'''{{#var:1103|Theurgus (1103)}} has posed:'''     "It is not a bother. I relish the chance to stretched my processes. I may be old, but Lady Diamond Soul would not be anywhere without me." replies Charta, smiling brightly. "Stay here for as long as you like, the LDF have been given standing orders to assist any off-world visitors to the best of their abilities." 

:'''{{#var:6810|Raziel (6810)}} has posed:'''     "I shall take you up on that offer then. I thank you for your and your mistress' hospitality." Raziel says, with the manners of one might suspect out of someone from a court. "Knowledge is something ineed precious, and I will need a lot more of it if I am to avoid the fate assigned to me...and the fate that awaits my home." 
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6271/Punzerker vs Punishlugger!

2018-12-28T02:51:52Z

LucidBreeze: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2018/12/27 |Location=Shrine of Adversity |Synopsis=Yang gets challenged by Solomon! |Cast of Characters=906, 6655, 6 |pretty=yes }} {{Poses |Poses=..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/12/27
|Location=Shrine of Adversity
|Synopsis=Yang gets challenged by Solomon!
|Cast of Characters=906, 6655, 6
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang chuckles merrily, having fired a flare outside of the arena, she's leaning on a wall, waiting for her opponent to arrive. Arms folded, her weapon collapsed into its bracelet form and a big, shiteating grin on her face as her lilac eyes scan the crowd. 

:'''{{#var:6655|Solomon Roget (6655)}} has posed:'''     A broad-shouldered man in armor of varying shades of blue is seen following the flare toward Yang. "Alright, I don't care /that/ much about the puns. Any excuse to spar, though... not sure if we've properly met yet though. Name's Solomon." He pauses to size up the rather young-looking blonde, then raises an eyebrow. "So THIS is who's been fighting anyone who shows up? I'm a bit skeptical, but whatever. You wanna swing first, or should I?" He's taking this pretty casually. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang looks the guy up and down, pushing off the wall and beckoning into the arena proper before anything else. "Yeah, I'm Yang... and y'know what they say about books and covers." she chirps, looking the guy up and down before stopping in the middle of a big, flat battleground a few good paces away from the armoured guy. "I guess I'll take first swing, since you're being so casual about this."     Yang assumes her stance, the bracelets on her wrists unfolding along her arms with a series of mechanical swishes and clanks as the mechanisms unfold from their Gravity-dust induced miniaturisation. Once they're fully out, she kicks forward, firing the gun built into the gauntlets to propel her faster with twin bursts of kinetic force. As she flies forward, her right arm swings around to level a heavy overarm punch into Solomon's center of mass! 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe had come to see this fight, the Salamander was here in casual clothing of a modern sort, jacket jeans, shoes, and her jacket had the GU logo on it. She'll stand just outside the arena and watch with great interest on this fight. She's been curious about Solomon and Yang? Well it's getting to watch a legit Wuxia movie for real when one sees her fight. 

:'''{{#var:6655|Solomon Roget (6655)}} has posed:'''     Solomon follows Yang in to the simple battleground, not quite sure he should expect a lot from such an opponent. It shows in his opening defense - when Yang launches her punch at his midsection, he just shifts his body over slightly and eats most of the punch head-on. The momentum knocks him back, to boot, but any element of surprise Yang may have had quickly evaporates - Solomon draws his crossbow and notches a bolt as he tries to stop his backslide long enough to fire a solid shot. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The problem with headlong rushes, is that they leave one open to counter attack if the first strike isn't strong enough to disable the opponent. That shows when she stumbles forwards from the momentum of her strike, and eats the crossbow bolt right in her shoulder, a golden flare of Aura pushing the bolt aside so it strikes through the flesh instead of hitting the bone and getting stuck, but damn that took a lot of her reserve.     Blood seeps out of the deep gash in her arm, trickling down and dripping from her fingers as she holds it for a moment. "Okay, ow..." she comments deadpan, then pushes through the pain and sets herself again. "Still think I'm all talk?" she asks, racking the slides on her gauntlets as they adjust slightly, loading a second row of shells into the chamber.     She then punches forwards, well out of range, except she's throwing explosive bolts from the barrels over her index knuckles, staggered shots as she swings one fist, then the other! The bolts explode like grenades on impact. 

:'''{{#var:6655|Solomon Roget (6655)}} has posed:'''     The duelist's armor, combined with the blunt rather than piercing attacks from his opponent, mean that Solomon's not showing outward signs of getting hit. Plus, his special enchanted bolts let him heal off the damage he deals. Still, the fact that his modus operandi is almost always "eat the entire attack" means the concussive blows stack up. And when Yang throws a punch from /really far away/... Solomon just decides to show her what a real attack is like--and then Yang's punch connects. Or rather the bolts /from/ her fists. It's a really good thing he's armored.     The blow doesn't actually stop his attack, though. At least not the raw power. He summons forth a massive rock and chucks it at Yang -- oomphing it forward with more power than accuracy, since her surprise shotgun blast knocked him off balance. He does throw out a witty comeback though. "Okay so you can do damage. You're still mostly talk though!" And then he flashes a smile. Hoo boy. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang sees the armoured guy stagger, but also that he's summoned a rock to throw at her! "A rock? Who throws a ro---" She brings her arms up to defend, focussing her Aura into her arms to absorb the brunt of the impact, but the size and power of the attack sends her skidding backwards, digging furrows in the ground. She staggers a bit after the rock finally shatters when she flares her Aura and uncrosses her arms, sending debris scattering around her... "Alright, warm-up's over." she says, her grin taking a malicious bent, and her eyes shifting from lilac to red between blinks. Her hair starts to billow a bit, and seems to be aflame, motes of light spalling from the golden strands occasionally, like embers.     She kicks forward again, her speed... no, her enhanced strength pushing her as fast as her shotgun boosted charge earlier, but she doesn't go in from the front.     Instead, she fires a blast to send her sideways at the last moment, spinning around to bring a roundhouse kick into Solomon's back, using her metal heel of her boot to try and dent the armour! 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe watches the fight go back anc forth and it's getting pretty damn heacy as Solomon is proving he has some money to put where his mouth it givne he's actually seems to be pressing Yang fairly hard at the moment. 

:'''{{#var:6655|Solomon Roget (6655)}} has posed:'''     Huh. So the kid /does/ have some untapped power. And some speed to go with it. The tactical side-step catches Solomon completely off-guard, again, and it's only his quick reaction after the fact that keeps the fight from shifting against him. After Yang smashes her leg into his back, Solomon tucks and rolls with the momentum to avoid eating dirt with his face. "Pfeh. Is that all you got?" By now it's abundantly clear that Solomon's just taunting Yang at this point to try to provoke her. To provoke a Berserker.     There's something to be said for steady pacing though. Solomon gets up, conjures up another magically-summoned rock, and launches it. Really hard. Again. Hey, the last one worked so well, why not an encore? 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang lands from the kick, then has to bring up her arms to defend again. She takes that rock head on once more, and skids back again. This time though, she's grabbing the rock instead of just using Aura to tank it... could she be out of energy? Probably. She skids to a stop, setting the rock down and dropping to a knee, panting hard from the exertion. "Heh, you're not too bad. This is a hell of a workout." she comments, then hoists the rock up and HURLS it back! "YOU DROPPED THIS!" 

:'''{{#var:6655|Solomon Roget (6655)}} has posed:'''     A massive grin crosses Solomon's face. Yesss. YES! This is getting GOOD! He's actually ready for this attack, and steels himself for the Return of the Boulder. Yang hurls the boulder. Solomon catches it. With his teeth. The good news is that his initial enchanted bolt is still gradually siphoning health from Yang. The bad news is this only keeps his teeth and face intact. The boulder's impact pounds Solomon just as hard as every other attack Yang's thrown out so far. But, he caught the boulder.     And thus, he throws it back. There's extra boulder this time, courtesy of the duelist's magic skils enlarging it mid-flight. And despite its size, the boulder's thrown /harder/ than last time, AND with notably better aim! The effort takes a visible toll on Solomon, though, as he starts panting extremely heavily after the return volley. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang watches, then as the Boulder is once again thrown back her way, she levers back. "Time it right... c'mon.... and..." She hurls a punch at the rock, shattering it before it hits, though the force of the impact showers her with debris, and the sheer size of the boulder against her fist sends a shock through her arm, dropping her to a knee again.     Blood seeps from multiple cuts across her body, and her left arm sags down, limp and useless... "Not bad... but now I'm pissed." she announces, forcing herself back up to her feet and launching in a straight, full-body tackle, using all the remaining strength in her body, bolstered by the energy she's absorbed through her Semblance. 

:'''{{#var:6655|Solomon Roget (6655)}} has posed:'''     A wave of panic crashes over Solomon as his finishing move DIDN'T FINISH THE FIGHT. With an extremely pissed Yang charging him down full-throttle, he reflexively tries to move himself out of the way rather than take yet another battering. And despite his extremely heavy armor, he manages to get away from the brunt of Yang's last-ditch effort. She manages to clip the side of his shoulder, sending him spinning toward the ground for a hard landing... but not hard enough. Solomon struggles mightily, picks himself up, and gets ready for one last stand -- then stops when he sees he's actually /won/. "Ngh... okay you really know how to... hit... but you take... you hurt yourself with that tackle." He'd offer a helping hand to Yang, but he kind of needs that for himself right now... 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang's spent, and she hits the ground with all the momentum she built up. She digs a furrow with her face, before the arena does its 'reset' and she's not quite as broken as she was. She picks herself up shakily, wincing at just how sore she is, then starts laughing. It's genuine, jovial and full of joi de vive. "Maaaan, that was a good fight." she says, rolling over onto her back and just laughing at the ceiling, sprawled out and exhausted. "Yeah, when I get angry, I kinda stop caring about my own safety." she comments to Solomon nonchalantly. "They call me a Berserker... I guess it fits." 

:'''{{#var:6655|Solomon Roget (6655)}} has posed:'''     Solomon's also spent. Adrenaline subsiding, he too collapses onto his back and starts laughing right along with Yang. "Oh man, it feels SO good to have a close match like that." He too is enjoying himself. "You're not the kind of berserker I'm used to from my world... those dicks can't take a hit worth a damn so they ambush you and dump everything they got at once. I /hated/ them, especially since they couldn't actually kill anyone that way." He's not really thinking too much about letting the word 'kill' slip. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang's chuckles continue to bubble, "I guess I got tempered by my homeworld. Can't go around throwing everything out the window in the first strike when fighting Grimm. They don't let you rest once they have your scent." she remarks, the chuckles bubbling down and finally stopping. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe says "Got to admit that was something to behild as I said with both of you fighting and I can confirm about the Grimm. I'm glad they got nowhere near the near mine when I first unified." She note with a half grin on her face. "Also good to meet you in person Solomon. I have been curious about you for a while." 

:'''{{#var:6655|Solomon Roget (6655)}} has posed:'''     "OH!" A thought comes to Solomon's mind. "I've been meaning to ask some of you for a while now, but what do you know of these clans--er, I guess you call them 'factions', that span multiple worlds? I've been considering joining one and wanna know what I'm getting for it." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang remains silent on the talk of factions. "You should ask someone else... but, I'll give you a pointer if y'want." she says, sitting up and pulling a slip of paper out of her pocket. "You know how to use a computer? The internet?" she asks, looking over at Solomon. 

:'''{{#var:6655|Solomon Roget (6655)}} has posed:'''     "What's a computer? And an Internet?" Solomon looks and sounds confused. "I have a commorb for talking to people with..." He pulls out a glass orb and holds it out for Yang to see. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang puts the paper away again. "Heh, nevermind. It'd take too long to explain." she replies, eying the orb curiously regardless. "Anyway, I think we're overtime... wanna go grab something to eat?" 

:'''{{#var:6655|Solomon Roget (6655)}} has posed:'''     "Sounds good. I'm starving." Solomon takes Yang up on her offer of food, and follows her lead to presumably food. 
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6258/Berserker vs Glass Cannon Rd 2!

2018-12-25T02:13:50Z

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|Date of Scene=2018/12/24
|Location=Shrine of Adversity
|Synopsis=Sarracenia wants a rematch with Yang!
|Cast of Characters=446, 906
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      After their first bout, Sarracenia has been itching to try and put that smug blonde in her place! The princess knows she must be able to defeat Yang, and that perhaps if she does she can gain some of the renown that Yang has been showered in. The worlds will finally know Princess Sarracenia!      She approaches Yang, hammer resting on her shoulder. The princess has donned a new dress, mostly black but with fiery red accents, less unnecessary poof and frill, and looks like it might be made mostly of polished leather. "Do you spend all of your time here these days?" Sarra asks Yang as she stops in front of the Berserker. She smirks lightly and gives her reddish-blonde hair a toss. "You got lucky last time. This time, I'll prove I am worthy of adoration." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang looks over as she hears the Princess coming. "Yeah, kinda. I go back home occasionally." replies Yang with a conversational air, grinning pleasantly at the hammer-using Princess. "Nice dress, and I'm not so sure about the 'lucky' part, but I'm more'n happy to go again, lets see if you've gotten any better since last time." she remarks, pushing off the wall and cracking her knuckles. "Arena's always ready, y'wanna flip for the first swing?" 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia gives a twirl as Yang compliments her dress, revealing that the skirt portion that looked like it was pleated is broad individual strips. It was likely designed that way to provide mobility and allow for better ventilation. Not to mention it just looks cooler when one is twirling. "I suppose. Though perhaps I should hope for a loss in the coin toss. Hmm...Heads." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang slips a poker chip out of a pocket, showing it to have a wolf head and a horse head. "Wolf is heads, horse is tails." she says, as she heads into the arena. Once in place, she flips it, allowing it to land on the floor. Wolf-head up. "Guess you win, make it count~." she chirps happily, bringing her arms up and deploying her gauntlets, settling into a defensive stance. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia follows Yang, her heeled shoes clicking lightly on the flooring. "Hmm...well, I suppose sometimes one must make their own luck." she says with a slight frown after that coin toss. She gives her hammer a twirl in front of her, the twirl flowing into a ready stance with the hammer held toward Yang. "Are you ready?" she asks, her frown turning to a smirk.      She dashes forward, but rather than going for a hammer strike after all that showy twirling she reaches into her purse and pulls out a pair of Bob-ombs. She tosses one as she runs toward Yang, then quickly switches to a strafing run and throws another with a leap and a twirl, showing off her dress and her mobility. "Aren't Bob-ombs just the cutest?" she asks with a grin. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang holds her stance, her Aura shimmering into view as she aims to just tank the explosives to the face. She's engulfed in the dust clouds and shrapnel from the little bombs going off around her, but remains standing even though she's bloodied from some of the incoming debris cutting through her Aura.     "Not as cute as you!" calls Yang as she bursts out of the cloud, bearing down on the Princess with a rapid succession of punches, punctuated by the discharge of the shotgun-like assembly in her gauntlets! 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia's confident expression suddenly turns to surprise as Yang says that, and there's even a bit of a blush on her cheeks. "...I...I'm cute..?" she says quietly, seeming literally stunned for a few moments. Those punches knock Sarra back and forth before that shotgun blast sends her flying back a short distance. Her dress flutters in the wind as she goes flying. She bounces a few times before catching herself, sliding to a stop. She doesn't say anything this time as she leaps and goes into a spin. By the time she lands she is spinning like a top with her hammer held out to batter anything that gets in her way. "Do not make fun of me!" she growls as she spins her way toward Yang quickly. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang racks the slides on her gauntlets after Sarra goes flying, turning with her guard up once again when Sarracenia comes spinning in. She uses her gauntlets, reinforce with Aura, to take the blow, and lets it throw her away with the force, skipping across the ground, then kipping back onto her feet to skid to a stop some feet away.     "Who said I was makin' fun?" she asks, grinning wickedly as her eyes shift from lilac to red between blinks and her hair starts to billow and shed ember-like motes. "You done warmin' up? Cuz I'm on fire!" she quips, slamming her fists together and releasing a kinetic burst that craters the ground under her slightly. Yang then leaps, firing her gauntlets to gain some loft, before slamming down like a comet, rippling the ground and making spikes of stone erupt around her in an area. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia blushes even more at Yang's words before bouncing away after her final swing. She lands in a crouch, her dress billowing out against the ground, then slowly stands. "...no one actually thinks that. So, you must be making fun of me." she says, a bit of a dark look on her face. "I cannot permit that. Even that prissy Princess Peach doesn't make fun of me." she says a bit too calmly.      She doesn't even move as those stone spikes erupt, getting hit by one pretty harshly as a result. Even though it isn't a clean hit, the blow glances powerfully off her side, scuffing the leather and probably causing quite the bruise beneath. Sarra is knocked sideways and has to bounce on her feet a couple of times to keep from falling over. "So, like I said..!" She pulls a Bullet Bill out of her purse and tosses it up. "Don't!" She leaps up, spiraling her way upward, and brings her hammer around before smashing it on the back side. There is a powerful blast like a ship-sized cannon being fired before the shark-faced bullet goes screaming toward Yang. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang just keeps grinning. She's riling up the Princess, just like she planned. As the Bullet Bill comes screaming down at her, she brings her hands up, setting her feet to brace... and as it slams into her, she holds her ground. Hands plant against the sides of the giant bullet and she skids backwards with its momentum, feet digging furrows in the ground.     Yang manages to arrest the momentum of the Bullet Bill, hucks it up and catches it over her head. "I'm gonna keep sayin' it, cuz it's true!" she remarks glibly, her Aura beginning to lick off of her body like flames. "Anyway, y'dropped this, lemme give it back!" She hauls back, and THROWS the Bullet Bill back at Sarra with almost as much force as she hammer-smacked it! 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia's eyes widen a bit as not only is her attack sent back, but Yang said it again! She lands, then just stands there with her eyes wide. The Bullet Bill hits and explodes against Sarracenia, sending her flying back surrounded by smoke and fire. She smashes into the wall before falling forward and onto one knee. "Shut up!!" she screams. "It is even worse if it is true! That means there is someone -else- who gets all the recognition and praise while I am left in her shadow!!" she cries.      Sarra reaches into her purse and pulls out a red mushroom with white spots. She pops it into her mouth...and there is a noticable surge in power. A burst of energy flows out from her in a small shockwave. "That is why...I -WILL- defeat you and earn some respect!"      She reaches into her purse once more...and just starts throwing things! Bob-ombs, proximity mines, Missiles, TNT bundles, old-style bombs with burning fuses...      Dozens of explosions rock the arena, all of them focused around Yang. "Shutupshutupshutupshutupshutup!!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang crosses her arms and flares out her Aura as those bombs start exploding around her. She's blasted this way and that, shrapnel tearing through her body and leaving her a bloody mess, her outfit shredding until her Aura finally gives out and she's knocked back into the arena wall.     It might be over... could it be over?     The dust cloud explodes, sending debris flying all across the arena, leaving Yang stood hunched over, blood dripping from her fingers, running down her midriff and thighs, and dripping from her chin from all the cuts marring her body. She lifts her chin, showing the gash across her forehead and the blood sealing her left eye shut... but she's still grinning, her remaining eye glowing red. "You're even cuter when you're angry." she remarks, before gathering into a running stance, then launching forwards. She seems to 'blurr' the ground beneath her feet exploding with the force she's projecting through her legs.     Her attack isn't flashy, it's not complex or anything. It's like her. Simple, blunt and to the point. Yang runs straight at Sarracenia, takes a half-step past her and brings her right fist around into the Princess' chest, putting all the power behind this one final strike. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      WHAM!      The hit from Yang is so powerful that it creates a shockwave of its own when Sarra is hit, and like one of her Bullet Bills she gets shot backward. A second later she craters the wall pretty deeply and gets stuck there. Her hammer is still back where she was hit, spinning in the air from when the hit knocked it out of her hands. It lands with a thud and cracks the ground a bit, but Sarra remains stuck in the wall. Now looking much like Yang, cuts and scrapes and one eye closed against the pain, she just hangs there, one hateful eye locked on Yang. "...why....why am I not good enough..?" she says before closing her open eye.      Even when the arena resets she just lies there, a bit of redness trickling from her mouth. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang stoops to pick up the hammer once the arena resets, hucking it over one shoulder as she walks over to the downed Princess. She kneels, setting the hammer down and goes to pick the other woman up, wiping away that trickle of red with her thumb. "You're better than you think." she says, chuckling softly. "I'm just Unstoppable." she adds, pulling Sarracenia into a hug. "Don't think you're not good enough just because you can't beat me..." 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia starts to hug back for just a moment, but suddenly huffs and pushes way before crossing her arms over her chest. "You do not get it. You are much like her. Showered with praise, shown honor and respect, simply for being who you are. I am shunned, feared, even called crazy for being who I am. I am not regal enough to be liked as a princess. I am not pretty enough to be liked as a girl. I am not soft enough to be liked as a friend. I am not weak enough to be liked as a damsel, yet not strong enough to be a hero."      Sarra takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly. "But you, just like her...you barely have to try. You can be yourself and everyone likes you. Do you have any idea how it feels to always be the one left behind? The one overshadowed? The one who can never measure up?" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang's face darkens as Sarra pushes her away. She listens, sitting back with her legs crossed. "Yeah... I do, actually." she replies, the chipper attitude long gone. "My mom left me when I was still a baby... my Stepmom died when my little sister was a baby. My Dad broke down, shut himself off from the world... Summer was an amazing woman, and I've been trying to be more like her every day... but she's something I can't match. I've been looking for my birth mother since I was old enough to understand that she left me." she looks up, frowning at Sarracenia. "If you let these thoughts weigh you down, you'll never rise up. I got where I am today by accepting my flaws, and moving past them." She stands then, turning to the exit but pauses before leaving. "I'll give you three words Saint Oum gave to the King of Vale before the final battle of the Great War." a breath. "Keep Moving Forward." and then she walks away. 

:'''{{#var:446|Sarracenia (446)}} has posed:'''      Sarracenia notices the darkening and seems a bit intimidated for a few moments. She listens to Yang's story, then hmphs softly as Yang walks away. "Didn't you hear me? I said people like you when you are yourself. Why would you try to be someone else? Especially someone who just left you behind?" she says as she watches Yang go. "People like you, not your mom!" she calls out as Yang is almost through the door.      Sarra then picks up her hammer and makes her way out the door as well. 
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6247/Berserker vs All-Star

2018-12-21T03:20:55Z

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|Date of Scene=2018/12/21
|Location=The Shrine of Adversity
|Synopsis=Solty challenges Yang to a match.
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|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      After watching Touta fight Yang, Solty wants to try her best against Yang. After letting Yang know she was coming, Solty headed to the smaller arena that Yang has apparently kept on reserve for the last few weeks.      The green-haired android girl looks a bit nervous as she walks in, her big green furred ears a bit droopy. She looks around for Yang once she is inside. "Hello Miss Yang! Thank you for agreeing to fight with me!" she says once she sees Yang. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang is standing pretty much where she waits for everyone that knows the way to the Shrine. Just outside the door to the arena. She waves happily to Solty, pushing off the wall and stretching a little. "Heya Solty. Tryin' your luck huh?" she asks, cracking her knuckles idly while rolling her neck to loosen it up. "Y'wanna call the coin toss like Touta did?" she asks, pulling the poker chip out again. She flips it into the air, letting it fall to the ground instead of catching it so she can't be accused of cheating. 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Solty nods enthusiastically. "Mr. Touta is strong, so I have to see if I'm strong too if I want to protect him and Roy and Miranda from danger!" she says, giving a determined double fist pump. She blinks as the coin is thrown up, then flails a moment. "Uh uh...heads!" she says quickly, then watches nervously as the coin falls. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang watches the wolf's head land upward, then stoops to pick it up. "Right. You get first swing. Lets get inside." she remarks with a grin, punching in a number on the panel, and walking through the door. "Feel free to start whenever." 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      "I did it!" Solty says excitedly as the coin lands heads up. She follows Yang inside and nods lightly at the taller woman. "Okay."      She waits for Yang to get a good distance away, then lowers her stance a bit. "Okay...here I come!" Solty's legs kick and the ground beneath her explodes, as does each step as she runs at a blurring speed. It doesn't look like she would be able to turn very well, but her speed in a straight line is immense! Yang might be able to see the yellow-orange glow that surrounds Solty's fists as she throws a mach speed punch, and her hands seem to be blurring like they are vibrating at high speed. "Hyaaaah!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang turns, bringing her fists up after her gauntlets deploy along her forearms. She narrows her eyes appraisingly as Solty comes charging in straight at such speed. She moves to dodge, but that fist grazes past her Aura, causing it to flare brilliantly with the sheer force of the blow, even if she manages to not take the full force.     Overbalancing, she staggers to the side, turning one full revolution, before planting her feet and bringing her own haymaker around with the extra momentum! 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Solty impacts that aura and blinks. "Oooooh." It is pretty dazzling after all! She sees the incoming hit from Yang and brings up her arms in an x-block, but even so she lets out a squeak as she is hit and gets sent skidding back before her feet catch and she bounces a couple of times. She catches herself after the second bounce. "Wow! That was even harder than when that military vehicle hit me!" she says, her forearms smoldering a bit.      She comes running back, but not quite as quickly this time. She jumps side to side as she goes, trying to juke Yang out before throwing a small combination of weaker punches. It is obvious she has little to no formal training or experience. She's just doing whatever feels natural. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang brings her guard up again, grinning at the girl. "Well, I managed to pick up a tank and hit another tank with it, so..." she remarks, then turtles up her guard, rope-a-doping the combos into her Aura, before shifting to respond.     She brings one arm out to parry a punch, then turns to aim her elbow into Solty's side, using the shotgun built into her gauntlet to make the strike that much harder! 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      "You did? That's pretty amazing!" she says, her momentum carrying her just far enough that Yang's hit isn't quite a solid one. Still, it dents Solty's side a bit and she winces. It probably felt like hitting a solid steel plate rather than a fairly small young woman.      Solty tries to mimic Yang by attempting to use her momentum this time, spinning with the hit and bringing a leg around in a high kick aimed at Yang's head. Nothing fancy. She may not even really have fancy things to use. Her style seems very straight forward. "How'd you get so strong?" she asks even as she kicks. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang straightens back from the strike, and gets clobbered upside the head by the spinning kick. She goes down to one knee, stumbling over as her Aura flares to dull the impact, but that one HURT!     Yang rolls through the fall, coming up and hiding her eyes... though the shift in stance should be familiar. "I got this strong, because I had to." she says, her voice losing some of that jovial attitude, replaced with a slightly stressed tone that betrays a deep, burning rage. "I. BURN!" she declares, her Aura exploding and sending a ripple of force out from her, blowing her hair into a billowing cloud that spalls off motes of ember-like energy, her eyes a pair of glowing red coals.     Yang then shifts gears, and starts punching the air, launching semi-homing explosive bolts as she sets her stance to brace her almost-flailing attack! 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Solty's ears twitch as she hears that change in tone and sees the difference in demeanor. "...uhoh..." she says softly, then takes off running. She leaps, ducks, jukes, and slides to try and avoid the hits, but even so they still leave plenty of scuffs and scratches on her body, and one hit manages to break through on her belly. She cries out and covers it with a hand, but rather than blood there is a sparking of electricity instead. "How come?" she asks as she comes running back in, her steps cracking the ground once more. "Hyaaaaah!" She leaps and comes diving in, going for a flying punch. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang shifts stance as Solty comes back in. She takes the punch head on, then leans aside to let it roll off of her Aura. As she allows Solty's momentum to carry her through the strike, she brings a knee up into Solty's midsection, then grips her hands together and slams both of them down in an axe-handle into Solty's back! "My world, is a horrible place, where the strong protect the weak, fighting and dying so others can live!" she says, her voice attempting to remain conversational, but that building anger filtering through. 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Solty's ears droop as she hears that and she looks a bit distraught. "That's terrible...I'm sorry." she says, even as she brings her arms down to block that knee before turning in the air to do the same against that axe-handle hit. It is still pretty brutal though, and Solty gets smashed into the ground with a pained yelp.      "But, that makes you a hero!" Solty says as she lies there a moment, then braces her hands against the ground before going into a pommel horse kind of spin, using her legs to try and trip Yang before rolling and bringing the other down to try and catch Yang on the ground. "And that makes you a good person, so if you ever need help, just ask!" she says, her smile cheerful despite its determination. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang tries to set her legs against the sweep, but ends up going over. She lands hard, her Aura flaring one last time, before fizzling out... but she isn't nearly done yet. Swinging her legs around and spinning back up onto her feet, she fires in front of her, clearing some distance before slamming her fists together. "And that's why I'll keep getting stronger! SO I can protect those who can't protect themselves!" she bellows. She burns, her hair billowing out like golden flames... "So, let me show you all of my conviction in a single attack." her power surges. Anyone with a scouter nearby would probably have it exploding off their face as she gathers all the energy she's been absorbing, gathering it into her fists as they start to burn with golden flames.     Yang then leaps, soaring like a comet, before coming crashing down to slam her fist into the arena floor, sending a ripple out along the ground, that's followed by a massive ring of rock spikes to come erupting from the ground, leaving very little space to evade! 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Solty gives a firm nod as Yang says that stuff about getting stronger, but when her power flares like that and she says she is going to show Solty all her conviction Solty looks a little worried. But, she clenches her fists and gets ready.      At least, she thought she would be ready. She was made to have superhuman reaction times and instant speed. But it isn't enough this time. Solty jumps...and those spikes erupt. Catching her right in the middle of them. "Gaaaah!" The little android girl ends up with just her head sticking out, and after a few moments of shuddering and electrical arcs she passes out.      The Shrine detects her defeat and resets, and she lands with an 'oof' before sitting up and rubbing her head. "Ouch..." she says with a bit of a wince, then giggles a bit and smiles to Yang as she sits there. "The people in your world must be glad you are around!" she says, then stands up and bows politely. "Thank you for the battle. I hope I did good at least!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang pants in the little crater she made, standing straight, then flumping down on her ass, legs splayed out as she leans back on her hands, even as the reset triggers. "Some are, some aren't... I'm not even a full Huntress yet, one more year at Beacon then I'll be able to take jobs and all that other stuff." she says, her eyes shifted back to the normal lilac as she grins at Solty. "Could use a bit more finesse and flash, change up your attack style a bit. You got really easy to read." she offers. "Try taking some martial arts classes or something, learn a few techniques that you can adapt to your own style. It's what I did." 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Solty listens intently to Yang's advice, then blinks and tilts her head. "You aren't even a full Huntress yet? Does that mean you'll get even stronger?" she asks, then smiles brightly. "Would you be able to teach me some things? I don't really have any training. I guess I'm supposed to have fighting programming but...I can't really remember it. I don't know of any martial arts teachers in the City, and I don't think Roy would let me if he knew about it anyway." She seems a bit worried about that last part. "...he probably wouldn't even like that I came here to fight you, even though we can only barely get hurt in here." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang ponders that, then nods a bit. "I mean, you're a fighter back on your world, right? Makes sense to teach you how to look after yourself, even if you're supposed to stay out of trouble, yeah?" she remarks, flopping onto her back and just sprawling out. "I could teach you a few things, but I focus mostly on my fists and punching stuff... not a balanced combat style." 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Solty lies back beside Yang, though more carefully. "...I'm not sure, actually. I know I'm strong, but I don't really know why I was made as strong as I am. I don't really have powers like you or Mr. Touta, just my strength and some kind of power generation ability." She holds up her hands and looks at them. "...sometimes I wish I could remember, but then I'm afraid if I did that I'd have to leave Roy and Miranda and Kasha." she says, then turns her head to look at Yang. "Do you have a family?" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Can I get away with 'it's complicated'?" asks Yang with a chuckle. "But seriously, there's my Dad, he taught me the basics of hand-to-hand, that I carried on adapting to my own style... and my little sister, Ruby." her face loses the smile and goes a bit somber. "I never knew my mom... but Ruby's mom was like... /super mom/, baker of cookies, and slayer of giant monsters." 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Solty's ears perk at 'it's complicated' and she nods lightly before listening. "Oh. You and your sister have different moms?" She thinks a moment. "I guess that isn't so unusual. Kasha and I are both adopted, so Roy wasn't always my dad and Miranda wasn't always Kasha's mom." Her ears droop a bit as she hears how Yang talks about Ruby and Ruby's mom. "...are you mad because she had a great mom and you don't know yours?" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "What? No! Summer was an awesome mom even if she wasn't mine!" replies Yang defensively. "I never knew my mom cuz she walked out on Dad when I was still a baby." 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Solty flinches and holds up her hands in front of herself apologetically. "Sorry! I..um..." Solty isn't sure what to say. "...uh...a-are you hungry? Kasha showed me this thing called a 'burger' and it's really tasty!" She hops up quickly and smiles. "I bet we could find somewhere nearby!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang's demeanor flips 180 at the mention of food. All hostility gone in a flash, like someone flicked a switch. She kips up from the floor, and nods enthusiastically. "Yeah, sure. I know a place nearby. C'mon!" she says, laying an arm around Solty's shoulders, and practically picking her up to head out of the arena. 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Solty blinks in surprise at the sudden shift, then again as she is almost carried out. "Great!" she says happily, hanging on to Yang so she neither of them get tripped up. She makes a mental note not to talk about Yang's moms! 
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6245/Berserker vs Immortal

2018-12-19T05:10:08Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/12/19
|Location=The Shring of Adversity
|Synopsis=Touta challenges Yang to a fight

They do.
It is glorious
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|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Out front of the Shrine stands the distinctive frame of Yang Xiao Long. Tan jacket, black shorts, orange tank top and a mop of long blonde hair falling all the way to the small of her back. She's waiting for her newest challenger, arms folded as she leans against a wall. She looks relaxed, a small grin on her lips as lilac eyes watch the street for the 'Guy dressed mostly in black'. "So many fighting styles, so many different methods people use... hehe, I can't help but get excited." 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      Touta's has been dying to come to the Shrine of Adversity for quite some time now but he's never been able to commit to getting people to tag along with them. That said this is the second time he's been in Concord's territory in Grand Dorado. After traversing the transport infrastructure he was surprised to realize the shrine was on its own island was a bit of a shock but I guess having nice things on islands is something he can relate to. Once he arrives he almost gets distracted by all of the different sorts of concessions and such that are provided here, but he's got his instructions so he intends to follow them.      Upon arriving at the entrance he immediately spots Yang. "Hey! Yang!"      A young man who looks like he could be the same age as Yang's sister shouts out to her. Perhaps even around the same size too. He matches the description quite well. Black spiked-hair, black gakuran, black pants, he's even holding a black katana on his shoulder. The only other color he's really rocking is a red t-shirt underneath and his red eyes. As he finally gets into greeting distance he gives her a wave.      "Hey, we talked on the comms earlier. Name's Touta Konoe. Huh...You really weren't kidding about the hot blonde thing. So how does this work anyway? We just go inside and we're good to do whatever?" 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Close behind Touta is a young woman with green hair and unusual furry ears. One might think they were just part of her hair until they wiggle with her mood. She also raises a hand to wave enthusiastically to Yang. "Hello!" She stops beside Touta and looks up at Yang. "Wow...you're really pretty!" she says in the cheerful, innocent way of a child. "So, you and Mr. Touta are going to fight, Miss Yang? But, that's okay right? Since this place is suppose to protect people from getting hurt?" She seems just a bit worried about her friend.      After the other two have introduced themselves she blinks, then smiles. "Oh! And I'm Solty Revant! Nice to meet you!" she says, holding her hands politely in front of herself. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Yo!" calls Yang in return, pushing off the wall and grinning a bit wider. "I've booked us a suite to use... but I'm using the cheapest tier, so this'll hurt afterwards but nothing lasting." she explains. "It'll be like going to the gym and working out for a few hours."     She leans over a bit as Solty also walks up, and grins back. "Heh, thanks." she nods, "Solty, right. You come to watch? I hope you can learn something. If not, I'm up for a tussle with anyone." she then blinks, chattering into her Scroll for a little bit, before putting it in her front pocket and scooping the air. "Anyway, c'mon, times wastin'." 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      Doesn't waste anytime as he follows after Yang. He ofcourse encourages Solty to tag along with them. He figures that Yang will show her where she can stay while the two of them are getting started.      "Hehe, Appreciate the concern. So, guessing you come to the Shrine alot? You part of the Concord then or something?"      He figures while they groups walking they can do some talking. He's the kind of guy who likes learning about people after all. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Yep, come here all the time, but even though this is Concord territory, they've made it clear the Shrine island and grounds are neutral and open for anyone willing to pay for the privilage." replies Yang. "No, I'm not Concord, or we'd get the Deluxe suite that practically prints you a new body after a fight, kinda like how the old Union training room used to work." that'll probably go over these two's heads, but she doesn't expand on it. "Anyway, Solty, if y'wanna take a left before we pass the big white door up ahead, you'll find an observation section that lets you dial into our suite. It's 221, just punch it into the panel." 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Solty smiles cheerfully and nods firmly as Yang questions her. "Yes! Mr. Touta is a good friend of mine, so I wanted to come and show my support!" She blinks, then laughs a bit nervously. "Um...that isn't rude to say to his opponent, is it?" she asks, apparently not used to competitive things like this. When directed Solty blinks, then looks a bit hesitant. "Oh...alright." Seems she doesn't want to leave Touta alone, but she goes ahead toward the observation area. "221. Got it. Thanks, Miss Yang!" She jogs off. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      "Hmmm, good point. Concord does seem like they don't have to worry about money problems." He then takes a moment to chew over Yang's words. "Mmm, even if it's Neutral ground I bet they still make a killing from all the revenue though. No wonder Pris' office looked so fancy..."      As Solty makes mention of him he can't help but smile a bit. Solty was definitely a nice person. Even was willing to pop in to watch his match out of the blue. It looked like he was gonna have to leave a good impression now though. No pressure right? As she seems hesitantly to leave though he tries to reassure her with a smile of his own.      "See ya in a bit, Solty. Make sure you're watching close!" With that he waves her off as she jogs away. With that he looks towards Yang once more encouraging her to lead the way while he tries to do some simple stretches as they walk. Gotta get a good stretch in before a workout or something of the sort, right? 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang leads the way into the suit. She does pause for a moment after reaching the door, tapping on a panel next to it to select the suite, then scanning her access pass. The console bleeps, the door opens into a large, flat colleseum arena. Pretty standard, no advantages for either fighter, just a flat playing field where skill is what decides victory. "So... I usually flip a coin to decide who gets to start first. Wanna call it?" she asks, tugging a simple bronze poker token out of a pocket. It's got a wolf's face on one side, and a horse face on the other. "Wolf's heads, horse is tails." 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      "Bye Touta!" Solty calls out as she disappears through the doors, waving even as she goes. She makes her way to the observation suite and hmms, looking at the controls uncertainly with a hand balled up against her lips. She presses a few buttons hesitantly, then gasps in surprise when the view screen or other device comes on. "Oooh...it's like a TV!" she says with a smile. When she sees Touta on the screen she waves even though he might not be able to see her. "Yaaay Touta! Do your best!" 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      "Tails." Cause tails never fails. And like that a horse lands heads up on the coin. And without another word Touta already charges towards Yang with his sword in hand. It's looks like pretty simple charge to close the distance and get a quick attack in since long range didn't really seem like his forte. Yet the moment it looks like he's about to swing, he doesn't! His sword gets thrown above Yang's head. Though that's just a distraction to see if she'd keep her eyes on his weapon or on Touta who was trying to use a low kick to sweep Yang right off her feet! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang brings her arms up defensively as Touta charges in. She grins behind her guard, ready to block that sword with the gauntlets that deploy along her forearms. As the sword is thrown though, Yang does something unexpected, perhaps. She goes to backflip away firing a blast from her gauntlets as she goes over to increase the distance, though the haste of her dodge leaves her a bit awkward on one knee, skidding back from the momentum. "Sneaky. I like it." she says, standing and slamming her fists together. "Alright, try this one on for size!" she fires behind her, launching herself back into range for a straight haymaker, using the momentum to add force to her strike. As she throws her fist forwards, the chamber cycles and fires another shell at the apex of the swing, emitting another wave of pure force outwards. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      Touta blinks at the sight of her using her gauntlets to increase her flips retreating distance. "Okay, that's seriously awesome! When this is over you're telling me where to get some of those!" Touta can definitely appreciate a spar like this as well. As she remarks on his sneakiness, there's a smirk on his face. "Yeah, I was told anything goes in a fight. Can't have any excuses on a battlefield...Or something like that."      From there she launches back into range with immense speed using her gauntlets to propel herself forward this time she winds herself up for her first blow, thinking he has enough time to react he tries to go blow for blow with Yang, but instead he gets shot...Then smacked. Talk about a one-two combo. The attack sends Touta reeling backwards, his legs skidding to maintain his stance on the ground.      "Ow, ow, ow, ow,! The hot blonde's got some serious firepower apparently. If that's the case then guess I got to turn it up a notch myself. Kurobo!"      He shouts out a name and in response the sword that had ended up landing somewhere upon the battlefield flies back to his hand. There's a smirk on his face as he looks Yang down from across the field.     "Grasp the Earth..."      And before you know it, the boy charges once more. But this time he's using his own speedy maneuvers and apparently it's quick enough where he practically looks like a blur to the naked eye. But the attack seems straightforward as last time. Once he's in attacking range of Yang he goes for a horizontal slash from his waist.      "1000-FOLD!" And with that he swings, though if that blade made contact he hopes that Yangs as tough as those shots she's firing cause that sword swing was gonna feel like someone just tried to slam her with an industrial truck! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang chuckles a bit. "I made 'em myself, custom job, both of 'em." she remarks, catching them together and using a quick motion of both arms to rack the slides and reload the chambers again. She quirks a brow at the voice-activated recall on the sword, then brings her arms up defensively again.     Yang is used to speedy opponents, but even so she barely manages to get her gauntlet in the path of that blade, a bright golden light shining from the impact point as her Aura concentrates to absorb the blow. A burst of energy sends the blade back, and launches the blonde flying sideways across the arena, skipping along the ground a couple of times before she can dig a hand into the ground and kip herself up to bleed the rest of the momentum with her feet planted on the ground.     Her eyes are hidden by the fringe of her hair as she straightens up, a flicker, like static, passing over her body as her Aura fluctuates. "Pretty fancy." she says, her grin turning a bit malicious, her chin lifting to reveal glowing red eyes, like the embers at the center of a burning fire. "Lets try this one on for size!" she says.     Yang slams her fists together again, but this time the floor beneath her buckles a bit, and the air shimmers with unrestrained force. 'Flames' begin to lick within her hair, ember-like motes floating off of the strands as it begins to billow in an unfelt breeze.     She sets her feet, then launches forward again, as fast as last time but without the burst of her gauntlets to provide the extra boost. What did she just do!? Either way, her attack comes not as a straight punch this time, instead she redirects her momentum, lofting into the air like a reverse comet, only to come slamming back down again and causing a ripple of rocky spikes to erupt towards Touta as the ground quakes from the impact! 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      As the blade connect he thinks he's got her but then there's that golden flash occurs and it feels like he makes impact without making impact. He ends up sending Yang flying still but he has to look at his blade for a moment noticing there was no blood or anything. He then turns back towards the girl raising a brow.      "Did she use a Ki block or something?"      "Not quite. But it wasn't Ki but it definitely didn't seem like magic either..."      The sound of a voice comes from the blade if Yang was able to hear it from the side of the arena she had been flung to. Though rather than have her pay attention to her sword, Touta should probably be paying more attention to Yang.      "Hey...Were her eyes red before...And was her hairing lighting up like that?"      "Touta, she's coming get ready!"      Touta prepares himself once more, her speed the same as before...But without her gauntlets?! Clearly she was getting more into this the more they fought and it shows as she starts changing up her tactics from close-quarters to a bit more of a ranged one. While Touta may have been expecting more shots from those gauntlets he wasn't expecting rocks to burst out from the ground towards him.      In the end, Touta gets out of the way...But it looks like his left hand got really messed up. There's blood dripping, holes caused by protruding rocks that are still actually plunged into his arm. It even looked like it was twisted a bit.      "Ah man! Alright...One...Two...Three."      His reaction to such a maimed arm isn't to get worried. Perhaps he's still conscious of how the Shrine works, or it was the fact that the moment he pulled that giant stone out of his arm all that blood that had been spilling out starts going back from the wounds and with a bit of steam, appears to seal itself up quite nicely. It looked like before Yang's eyes Touta's arm had already healed. Was the Shrine on the fritz or something perhaps.      "Phew, that was crazy. Getting rocks to fly out the ground like that. That's definitely gotta be magic or something, right? Seriously Yang, you got the whole package or something apparently." That was a compliment right? Yes, that was actually a compliment. Touta's just blunt sometimes.      Though with flattery out of the way he doesn't immediately attack. Instead he pulls something out of his pocket and lets it extend out. Was it another weapon? Perhaps a staff? Nun-chucks? A magic wand? No of those! It's a hula-hoop! He puts it around his waist and starts spinning it and with the most sincere face looks at Yang and says. "Guess we'll need to start getting serious too." And with that he charges forward again using that blurring speed to get right up in her face. But then he's out and to her left. Behind. To her right. Back to the left. Then gone. Except he's not! He's coming in from above with that sword again! 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Solty knows this is all friendly and the Shrine is supposed to protect people from serious harm, but...Touta just lost a hand! Or almost at least. "Touta!!" she cries out and presses her hands to the screen. "Hang in there! You can do it!" she exclaims, pressed right up against the screen now. She blinks though when he starts hula-hooping in the middle of battle. "He's using his cooking ring in a fight?" she wonders to herself. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang grins a bit. "I'll explain more later, but my Semblance lets me absorb damage and put it back into my own blows." She lifts a fist as she straightens, the ground falling flat after the initial impact has disipated. "Combined with the Dust in my shells, it's kinda like magic, but really isn't." she adds.     The regeneration makes her brow quirk a bit. "You're kinda like Laura... she regenerated really quick too."     As Touta brings out a new weapon, the Huntress doesn't scoff, she prepares herself again. The speed boost catches her off guard, and by the time she's moving to dodge, it's too late. The blade finds purchase in her shoulder, focing the girl down to one knee as that golden light flares once more.. but the blade can be felt moving, cutting through the barrier, eventually finding flesh...     That's when Yang's Aura explodes again, her fist coming up to blast the blade back using a kinetic shell. She then pours all her power into her other fist, the gauntlet blazing like fire as she pushes herself up, bringing an uppercut straight up to try and knock the guy back, cratering the ground beneath her feet as she launches herself. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      Touta can finally feel his blade connect, it's just barely but he feels a cut through...And then he feels something else. A burst of that aura comes out apparently and with it Yang launches another blast from her gauntlet to power her fist t blow back his blade. It succeeds magnificiently and with it exposes Touta body for the counter! The ground below her begins to crater beneath her feet, her gauntlet blazes with power and with it strikes true into Touta's gut, but he doesn't appear to get blasted back. In fact, the moment she launches her blazing fist into his body it feels like she just tried punching a brick wall or something, not flesh.      While Touta doesn't have Aura, he does have Ki, and when he has his hoop around him it helps him circulate that Ki more freely and in doing so he can make a last minute shield using that Ki to protect portions of his body. That said though while he didn't go flying he sure as hell felt that impact still, and that heat.      The boy winces, but a smile comes through. "That so? So if that's the case...I just got keep hitting till you can't absorb anymore!"      This time it's Touta's feet that shatter the ground below him. His sword wielding hand was knocked back but his other hand was just fine wasn't it? If that was the case he would just go in with his fist this time. This was about to become an in-fight.      Touta brings one of his feet forward, and with it uses that forward momentum to slam a left hook right into her jaw!      It probably shouldn't need to be said at this moment but this kid's got a hell of a lot more strength than a kid his age should have, and he's using it full force on a pretty girl's face!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang knew it was risky. She knew that if her strike didn't clear her some breathing room she'd be locked in a slug-fest. So as her strike lands and she hits a wall instead of a boy's solar plexus, her other hand is already coming up preemptively to guard against a counter blow.     Unfortunately it isn't quite enough, and that fist connects. Yang's head snaps to the side and her stance faulters a bit. The Aura around her body flares one final time, before fizzling out, leaving her body completely defenseless... or so it seems.     Yang starts to laugh, her hand moving to grab Touta's wrist. She pulls the arm away and turns to look back at him. Those red eyes are full of bestial fury, the eyes of a monster not a human. "Great... this is great! I want to keep dancing this deadly waltz with you forever!" she says, her voice taken a manic edge. Is she insane?!     Holding that arm, she turns with speed enough to blur and hurls Touta away across the arena, but that isn't her attack, no. She fires her gauntlets, speeding past the young man and skidding to a stop on the opposite side, then charges back at him to use both sets of momentum. "AHAHAHAHHHAHAAAH! THIS IS FUN!" 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      This was intense. Probably one of the more intense fights he's been in. As his fist connects with her jaw, and with her faultering he thinks he finally has a chance to put this fight back in his favor. But then that 'Semblance', that golden flare erupts greater than what he's seen before. A laugh is heard when she shows her face to him once more. As the red in her eyes glows with the same passion and flare as her aura and she announces her pleasure in this fight, there is definitely a part of him that is surprised to see that monsterous side to her, but when he sees it all he can do is smile.      Most of the people he's faced were nothing like this. They weren't like him. Touta may have looked like a kid but in truth he was a vampire. A monster. But this girl...She was a monster all her own, and funnily enough he respected that.      "Well let's keep it going then! I'm right here!"      And with that exchange of words she reaches out for Touta's wrist and launches him to the other side of the Arena, but that can't be enough after everything she's done! She launches off with her gauntlets, the speed and power she's accumulated through her Semblance being used to their fullest. As she charges at him he's ready to clash with her one final time. She charges with no restraint at him, no past him!      Yang gets a clean shot at his back from her position, her full power unleashed all she needs to do is land her mark and she's got it. This is a killer blow, it doesn't matter if Touta's immortal or if they're in the Shrine of Adversity, Touta's body recognizes that this woman engulfed in her pleasure will destroy his body if it makes contact, and because of it Touta's battle instincts are forced to kick in an attempt to avoid death at this last split moment and avoid this demonic blow held by one of the greatest monsters Touta has ever had the pleasure of facing. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang's face turns from one of pure joy, to a blank slate as her fist skims past the boy as he flies past. The adrenaline and the raw power keeping her going drains rapidly and with a final faultering step, she falls to her knees, then flat out on the ground, the blazing fire of her Semblance fizzling out.     The arena lets out a buzzing sound, and it flickers as it resets, stamina returning and wounds sealing up, though the ache of combat remains in muscles and a sense of fatigue weighs on the fighters even afterward. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      Yang's blow is missed. The only thing he sees at the moment he comes back to his senses is the fist brushes past him. He turns back towards Yang, and he sees it. All that fire, all that adrenaline, all that power, she's expended it all. The moment she looks like she's about to drop to her knees he does what he can to keep her up. She's too great of a warrior to not be anywhere but up on her feet.      And that's when the buzzing sound goes off. He doesn't know how this is suppose to work at this point but all he can do is smile at the really hot blonde.      "Yang, you're really incredible. This was probably the best fight I could have asked for. Thanks. "      With that he'll try to help her walk out of the room if she needs it.      There is one more question that needs to be asked though and he does it with a big fat grin.... "So when are we gonna be doing this again?" 

:'''{{#var:6704|Solty Revant (6704)}} has posed:'''      Solty comes running out a few moments after the buzzer has sounded and moves to help Touta with Yang. "Are you two alright?! That looked intense!" she says energetically. "You're amazing, Touta! And you too, Miss Yang! I thought I was strong, but I don't think I could complete with you two!" she adds, smiling cheerfully before looking at Yang again. "...um...is she alright?" she asks Touta. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "I'll be fine... just gimme a day or two and a hot meal and I'll be fit to fight again." she says, lifting her head and standing straight, if a bit wobbly. her eyes are back to lilac, and a shimmer of golden light covers her body for a moment, before fading away. "Don't put yourself down Solty, I'll take you on next time, we'll see how tough you are." she grins, a pleasant one this time. "Besides, if Touta can beat me, anyone can!" She jabs Touta playfully in the side with her elbow at that, chuckling pleasantly. 

:'''{{#var:1143|Touta Konoe (1143)}} has posed:'''      "Hey! I thought I was doing pretty good back there!" Touta gets the playful jab and he just shakes his head humorously. "See Solty, she's fine. No way a girl like this is someone we need to worry too much about." He says as he tries reassuring Solty as well that Yang was definitely going to be alright. It's just sort of one of those things you pick up when fighting someone.      "Anyway, since neither of us really got the finishing blow in how about we call it a draw for now? Besides when I beat you, don't want you giving any excuses, ya know?" To which he lightly jabs back at her with that same smirk on his face. 
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6193/Tower of Santaga - Floor 9

2018-12-10T02:51:59Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/12/09
|Location=Metastasis Denmark
|Synopsis=The Tower of Santaga houses some fantastic places.

This one appears to be an abandoned festival with a monster in the middle.
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     This floor of the Tower is clad out in oriental stylings. It's very christmas-y still, but there's paper lanterns, gibberish script and a large wind-sock that looks like a chinese dragon streaming in some kind of breeze or other.     The entire floor looks like a festival zone, and large barrels of roasted soybeans, with instructions on how to use them.     The festival grounds are entirely barren, stalls unmanned and empty, and the reason makes itself apparent soon enough, with a loud bellowing roar coming from near the central square where a large gazebo has been erected. 

:'''{{#var:6764|Doctor Strange (6764)}} has posed:'''      Strange makes his entrance to this floor of the tower to find that, absent some festive decor, it is completely empty. Then, he hears the roar. ...almost completely empty. Another Strange appears in a flash of green light and hovers over to the barrels to read the instructions.      The Strange of the present, meanwhile, takes flight, ascending into the air to get a bird's-eye view of the empty festival grounds. The roar sounded like it came from the gazebo, so that's where he heads first--the central square. "Hello?" He calls the word out with a bit of uncertainty. Maybe it'll understand him. Or maybe it'll just get pissed off and break through a wall somewhere. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel is dressed as she normally is off-world, something that was her programs attempt to make some human-style clothing it worked mostly though there are no seams on her outfit and she's looking about for a moment at the nature of the floor. "Now this is interesting." She doesn't have a weapon out but on her back, there's a strange mount which what looks like a high tec chakram is fitted too as she looks about. "Looks like the square is where we need to go." She'll take a step forward and break into a note quite a run but not quite a walk. "I have to admit. This is quite the 'Game' we'll have to see how good the game of whoever is in charge of this floor is." There's a big old grin on the Basic's face, this was going to be fun. She notes Dr. Strange's arrival and will move to fall in near him, should he need some help with whatever is /in/ the gazebo. 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      It has been a while since Bahamut ventured forth from Spira to grace the other worlds with his presence, but the tale of this tower peaked his curiousity and the creature of this floor drew him like a moth. The large metal dragon's footsteps can be heard from quite a ways away thanks to his bulk. He looks around as he walks, careful not to bump into any of the stalls. "Hmm...quite strange for such a festival to be empty." he says, running his shining claws along a braided paper charm before also taking a look at these barrels of soy beans and the instructions included with them. "Snacks?"      He looks over quickly when he hears that roar, and his colorful wings spread. "Unless of course there is a dangerous fiend on the loose." he says as he takes to the air, flying toward where he thinks the sound came from.      His landing shakes the ground and he lets out his own bellowing roar in challenge, teeth and claws bared. He isn't sure just where the creature is in this sprawling festival ground, but he is hoping his presence and his challenge will bring the creature to him. He spreads his wings to make himself even more visible, the vibrant golds and purples sure to draw some attention if he is within sight of the creature. And...is that a grin? The large dragon seems to be looking forward to the fight. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Strange's future-clone finds the instructions. "one for each year of life, and one more for luck in the new year and drive out the Demon." It's a bit cryptic, but not too much.     The gazebo is huge, open sided, and within, stands a tall creature, it's hair a blazing inferno, and the ends of its arms encased in massive gauntlets. Perched atop the blazing flames, is a santa hat, and cladding its body is a tattered costume that may have once been red with white trim, but is now torn, tattered and a faded off-grey. It turns burning red eyes on Strange as he calls out, and begins to exit the gazebo, bellowing out another roar in challenge. 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      "Hmm...a demon santa?" Bahamut muses with a grin as he approaches the gazebo. He again roars back at the creature as he approaches, but rather than charge forward the big dragon raises a clawed hand and makes a few gestures. "Waterga!"      An orb of water forms in front of Bahamut, steadily gaining size until it is about the size of a beach ball. "Let us see if elemental affinities apply." he says before thrusting his hand forward. The water orb launches like a cannonball, aiming to smash into the fiery creature and explodes like a pressurized tank being ruptured.      And since he hasn't closed in yet, Bahamut rumbles as he looks at the nearest barrel of beans. He thinks for a moment before growling lightly. "It will be hard to gather the specific amount with these big claws." 

:'''{{#var:6764|Doctor Strange (6764)}} has posed:'''      Future Strange opens up one of the barrels and meticulously picking out beans one at a time. His shaking hands cause him to drop a few back into the barrel, and a few on the floor. He reads the instructions over the radio for his allies. The process of taking 38 of these takes him so long that the time on his spell expires, and the Strange floating in front of the akuma is forced to open the Eye without initially attacking. Travelling back in time to read the instructions (and take the beans), he vanishes, leaving Bahamut and Deelel to fend for themselves.      Working as quickly as he can, Strange mutters to himself. "One for every year... plus the new year... 'and drive away the demon.' Is that an extra bean or a request?" He has to use both hands to keep from dropping any of them, cupping them together and staring down. "...we'll go with 'request.'" The beans are suddenly Gone, stored in a mason jar within the Sanctum--he'll keep them there until he figures out what exactly he needs them for.      A burning ring of energy sparks into existence, back at the gazebo, and Strange flies through it. He turns midair, gesturing with a hand, and throws the portal into the akuma's path, intending to trip it up. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel sees Bahamut arrive as well someone she's not seen in a very long time. "Good to see you still online big guy." She notes as she nears it and then she looks at the creature that's before them. "Well now this looks positively viral." She notes and she holds out her hand there's a surge of magic as she summons her keyblade the dual disk into her hand and looks at the thing before them. "Let's see if you got any game, shall we?!" She breaks into a run, for the enemy, she will power up it's edge it humms much like a grid weapon does and she'll launch into a combo of attacks with it nice and up close. Hack, slash, hack slash, slam, goes the combo of moves she's trying to land. She knows Bahamute and Doctort Strange's words are noted. It seem this is a puzzel floor of some sort. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The Akuma lifts its arms, and punches at the incoming waterball, causing it to burst and splash across its body around that massive fist. Remds appear along the arm, and some of the fire seems to quench, if only for a moment.     As it readies to charge, Strange opens a portal, making it falter and drop to a knee as it loses footing, leaving it open for Deelel's combo to slash it up while it's vulnerable.     However it doesn't seem to be working all that well. The Akuma gets back to its feet, slamming its fists together in a way that Deelel and Bahamut might recognize, before is lifts its right fist up, and brings it slamming down into the ground, shaking the entire floor and causing spikes of stone to erupt at all three Elites! 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut stumbles as those spikes erupt against him, clanging against his metallic hide and puncturing in a few places. He grunts in pain before breaking the spikes, then grins to Deelel. "It has been quite a while, hasn't it?" he says, as if talking conversationally during combat is completely normal. He charges in this time, leaping and spreading his wings to pounce like a great eagle striking its prey. Hand talons and feet talons seek to dig into the creature, the big dragon trying to take advantage of the demon santa's loss of balance.      "Does this fighting style seem familiar to you?" he asks Deelel as he grapples with the creature, shining metal reflecting the flames of the demon. 

:'''{{#var:6764|Doctor Strange (6764)}} has posed:'''      Strange is nearly impaled thanks to Wizard Hubris. 'I'm up here,' he thinks. 'What could pounding the ground do to me?' When the spikes shoot up from the ground, he's caught by surprise, preparing a counterspell too slowly to completely avoid them. The Cloak of Levitation yanks him upwards, the hem of the garment looking as if an invisible hand were holding Strange by the cloak.      One of the spikes nicks his arm, tearing the fabric of his blue tunic and creating an unsightly gash just before his elbow. He hisses in pain, his hands finishing the intricate weave of orange energy. The centerpoint of the design emits the flat blade of a monk's spade, upon which is balanced the aforementioned jar of beans.      The haft of the weapon emerges, and Strange takes it. He tosses the beans up into the air, then bats the jar towards the akuma. Maybe it's a bit literal of an interpretation. Maybe he was meant to eat them--but if he was, it won't be an issue, for reasons soon to be seen. When the mysterious voice comes in over the radio, Strange hurriedly opens the Eye and stops the jar mid-flight by reversing time. "Oops. Lemme retry that."      It flies back to land upon the blade of his weapon, and this time, he gives the chant before throwing them. "Luck Come in! Demon Begone!" 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel pauses at the Akuma does something she knows she wonders for a moment about it as a spike of stone burst from the ground, but Deelelw as on the move and was airborne holding her keyblade as she flipped twice in the air and she calls out. "Not bad but we're missing something here, I feel like I have seen it before, but..." She snaps her finger, a second later wireframes form on either side of her and two flying speakers take shape hoving there as the hard lighter, constructs are finished they rise up and music starts to play a very popular club song from back home. (OOC the song - Derezzed - https://youtu.be/KWXZLpXWEa0) With the techno music blasting Deelel movements pick up a bit as she now makes to a barrel to get some beans, which she'll grab and throw at the Akuma. "Luck Come In! Demon Begon!" She then levels her keyblade at the Akuma muttering something and a cloud of ice shards form, which fly right at the Akuma! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     As Bahamut pounces, the Akuma brings its arms up in a defensive brace, skidding backwards from the force of the blow. Talons dig into the tough, iron-like flesh, but don't seem to draw blood. The Akuma bellows into Bahamuts face, then shoves him away with a follow-up PUNCH.     A look of fear appears on the monster's face as Strange says those words, and the Demon /actually/ cowers back as the jar comes in and shatters against its iron skin, the beans scattering across it and causing the flesh to sizzle and become soft.     Still reeling from Strange's attack, the Akuma covers its ears as Deelel does the same thing, and is weakened and blasted with ice, making it seem to actually shrink a bit!     It's working! 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      Bahamut brings up his arms quickly as that punch comes in, catching it in an X-block. He still stumbles back, but his face is spared some trauma much to his delight. His footclaws dig furrows in the ground as he slides back, then he chuckles and grins. "Quite unfortunate for you that these little beans are your undoing." he says as he reaches into a nearby barrel.      This may take a while, as big hands and claws are not good for small, delicate work such as counting tiny roasted beans. But, finally Bahamut counts out the appropriate amount for his age +1, then rushes in toward the creature again. "Do not forget mine!" he roars as he throws a punch, but opens his hand at the last moment to deliver an open palm strike with the beans pressed between his palm and the creature. "Luck come in! Demon...BEGON!" he roars as he unleashes a blast of Flare along with his strike.      He leaps back after that, much like a character from a JRPG, then bares his talons once more in preparation for a counterstrike. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel see the beans are indeed working. "It's like an antiviral!" She chirped as she'll make a grab for more beans again as the Akuma seems to be weakened by it. "It's weakening!" She calls out as Bahamut lets his own attack rip on the Akuma. 5R "Luck comes in! Demon begone!" She'll lob them at the Akuma before she throws her melee weapon like a boomerang at the Akuma, and even if it misses she'll raise and hand, and the weapon will appear in it once more. She's also on the move again not wanting to get hit by the Akuma as it looks like it hurts a heck of a lot. 

:'''{{#var:6764|Doctor Strange (6764)}} has posed:'''      Okay, so that's what he's supposed to do.      Strange forms a band of congealed time around his wrist, turning it back. The beans he threw leap through the air, sticking to one another and spilling in reverse. Shards of glass from the broken bottle snap back into place with odd, chirping warbles of glass un-fracturing. Finally, the whole thing flips end over end, flying back towards him...      Where it disappears into a barrier of fractured reality. Strange begins weaving another spell. A moment later, multiple such jars are flung from this barrier, held aloft on all manner of conjured weapons. He repeats the chant, arms making continuous gestures and shapes to keep the assault up.      "Luck come in! Demon begone!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     With the Flare striking its weakened flesh, the beans continuing to weaken it and then an absolutely overwhelming barrage from the Gate of Beanalon from Doctor Strange, the Akuma finally shrinks down, turning back into a small blonde girl?! Lilac eyes peek out from under the now too-big hat, and then she scampers off through the stalls.     The gazebo that the beast was guarding holds a large chest, easily big enough for Bahamut to stand in front of and not dwarf. A voice speaks out. "You have earned the prize. Open the box and claim it." 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      The onslaught of beans is quite the sight! If it weren't just mason jars of soybeans it would be much more impressive, but it is still impressive and Bahamut lets out a slight rumble of appreciation. "What sort of magic was that?" he asks the Doctor as it seems to finish off the creature. Bahamut...is surprised to say the least when the fearsome creature shrinks down into a decidely innocent-looking girl. He is about to say something when she runs off. He rubs the back of his head with a confused rumble, then looks up and around as that voice speaks up. A treasure chest that big has to contain something of worth, and he makes his way toward it. "Stand back, this could be some sort of trap." he says, thinking of the treasure box monsters of his own world.      He hooks his big talons beneath the lid of the chest and pulls, his stance guarded just in case something happens other than treasure appearing. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel is flat out impressed at Dr. Strange's work to just deploy so many beans upon the Akuma that it finally falls to a barrage of beans. She'll banish her keyblades and the speakers. As the song they were playing ends and walks to the box, she'll let Bahamute pull it. "I doubt he would do such a thing Bahamut." She pauses to go check on the fallen Akuma, or should she say the girl. "Nice fight are you all right?" 

:'''{{#var:6764|Doctor Strange (6764)}} has posed:'''      Strange touches down. With a sedate wave of his palm the weapons which now litter the festival ground all disperse into shimmering swarms of orange sparks. These sparks burn themselves out, dissipating completely before a few seconds. He allows the girl to run off--that's probably the person running the floor, and the fight is over by the say-so of the mysterious voice.      "It's known as sorcery," explains Strange to Bahamut. And that is the only answer he gives.      He does stand back as Bahamut goes to investigate the box. Of the three of them, he looks the most able to facetank a sudden explosion or trap. That said, Strange does keep a band of time on-hand--just in case. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     As the lid is lifted, there's a moment of suspense... the inside of the box is entirely dark as the lid swings all the way over , leaving the dark interior exposed....     And then someone pops out of it, like a jack-in-the-box. "YANG IN THE BOX!" chirps the sunny blonde, wearing a very flattering santa-themed dress. "Looks like you won! Good job! Here, it's a key for some other floor, I dunno." she says, lifting a large gemstone, threaded with a string made of gold, set up like a bauble for hanging on a tree. "Oh, and these." she stoops down, and hauls some candy canes, handing them out to Bahamut, Deelel and Strange. "They're some kinda exchange currency? I dunno, I just got asked to play the boss for this floor." she remarks, grinning broadly. 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      "GAH!" Bahamut takes a step back as Yang pops out, then blinks...before laughing. "Well worth the effort, I would say!" he says with a smirk, looking Yang over with an appreciative eye. He takes the offered gemstone and candycanes before rumbling lightly. "For the shop outside the tower, I believe." he says of the candycanes, which he slips into a non-descript pouch around his waist that easily blends in with his body. "Well, for my first time outside of Spira in several months, I would say this was time well spent. Entertaining, invigorating, and rewarding."      He bows regally to Yang. "Of course, the reward would be much more valuable if it were you, Lady Yang." he says with a roguish grin.      Strange's short and not exactly helpful reply earns a light chuckle from Bahamut. "I see. Sorcery must vary from world to world." 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel pauses as Yang now pops out of the box she laughs at this and seems amused. "Ah I should have guessed with the fist smash, that it might be you." She nods to Yang for a moment and will take her own cut. "Well I think they might be more interesting to keep, I don't have much use for money." Favours based on one skill set were the form of exchange on the Grid, you had a function to do and you did it to help keep the world running. She also thinks they'd be a neat thing to keep and put in her home somewhere too. "Thanks I don't get to spar much like that anymore with the Arena back home being locked down for the most part." 

:'''{{#var:6764|Doctor Strange (6764)}} has posed:'''      The sorcerer just sort of stands there when Yang pops out. There is a moment wherein he is completely silent and still, just staring. Then, he silently mouths the exclamation she'd made, rubbing his forehead and looking down. 'Yang in the Box.' Wow. It's a good thing no one reacted TOO badly to that.      He manages to pull it together. "Thanks," says Strange to Yang. Did you set all this up yourself?" A gloved hand makes a vague, circular motion in the air, gesturing to the many barrels of roasted soybeans, the decor, and the festival stalls. The other hand holds the prize--the candy cane. At least, it does for a moment. The currency disappears, stored safely in the Sanctum for later use.      "Might wanna check with Enkidu anyway," Strange says to Deelel. "He might have something that interests you more than the candy canes you'll get from doing the Tower." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Flatterer." remarks Yang at Bahamut, hoisting herself out of the box nimbly. She looks over at Deelel and gives a big old grin. "Thought you'd recognize my Quake Fist. Couldn't do the leap up thing with that setup, but it was close enough." the Arena comment makes her get a pondering expression. "You could always swing by the Shrine of Adversity. I've got a bit of a set-up there thanks to some funding from Ozpin and the academy."     Then Strange speaks up, and she nods. "It was mostly the Tower system, I just gave it some images of a traditional Mistral festival near the end of winter going into springtime, it extrapolated from there. it's not quite right, but close enough." she explains. 

:'''{{#var:528|Bahamut (528)}} has posed:'''      "Luckily for me, the truth is flattering in this case." Bahamut replies to Yang, then nods. "Yes, though it has been a long while, it is hard to forget such a technique." he says. He looks to Strange after that. "I do not believe we have been introduced. I am Bahamut, Aeon of Bevelle and King of Spiran Dragons. And I am quite surprised at the lack of surprise on your part. Do they have creatures such as myself on your world?"      He looks to Deelel after that and smiles. "It was a pleasure to work with you as well. Your bladework is admirable. I've often considered commissioning a sword for myself, but my claws have so far proven quite up to the task." 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel grins at Yang for a moment "Perhaps I will at some point though you like racing bikes right? There's ssomething coming up next cycle that might interest you." She notes before grinning again and she looks to Bahamut for a moment. "Thank you thought his blade chose me, I didn't have it forged. Still you could find someone to help with that, I seen custom claw mounted blades for beings like you! We can talk later about it and the Doctor Stange is right I should check out the shop to see what they have there..." 
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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/12/03
|Location=Shrine of Adversity
|Synopsis=Yang says she's bored.

A certain purple pony comes to make her less bored.

Things explode
|Thanks=Twilight Sparkle for being such a good sport.
|Cast of Characters=906, 411, 6
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang Xiao Long, brawler, Huntress and generally nice girl, until she gets angry. She's in the middle of one of the arenas in the Shrine of Adversity, generally warming up with a few punch combos and some kicks, running through some basic katas to loosen herself up while she waits for her opponent to arrive.     She vaguely remembers Twilight from a few visits to Ponyville, back when the Union was still a thing, never did get fully used to that ponyfication whatever that happened... but oh well. She's never one to stay still when waiting, and so the brawler is a minor blur of motion for anyone who happens to come and see her. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      As Yang goes through her warm ups in trots Twilight Sparkle! The cute little pony trots in with a gentle smile on her face, quick different from what one might expect of someone about to participate in a fight. She blinks as she sees Yang in action, and her smile widens into one of amazement. "Oh my! How do you move so fast?" she asks as she trots forward.      The small, unassuming pony certainly doesn't look like a danger, but judging a book by its cover can be a dangerous thing. Twilight extends a forehoof to Yang and smiles. "I am Twilight Sparkle. I'm not sure if we have actually met before but it is hard to not know of you, Miss Yang." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang finishes her kata, then turns to Twilight with a grin. "Hey Twilight!" she replies, taking the hoof and giving it a firm, friendly shake. "I think I met a version of you at some point. it's kinda hard to keep track sometimes, but yeah, I guess I'm kinda famous or something."     To answer the question, she shrugs. "It's part of my Aura, plus I train a lot every day to keep myself in peak shape." 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight shakes Yang's hand with a happy smile. "It can be quite confusing, but that's alright! We can get acquainted...or reacquainted...through this sparring session!" Twilight walks a short distance away before turning to face Yang again. Her cheerful smile changes a bit to one of confidence. "So, who goes first?" she asks, her horn already starting to glow purple with magical energy. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang deploys her weapon, the gauntlets expanding from the pair of bracelets and extending over her fists and along her forearms to the elbows. She brings these up in a defensive position, setting her stance ready, then turning a hand over to make the 'come at me' gesture with her fingers. "You go first, just don't expect me to hold back, 'kay?" she says, grinning a not-quite-pleasant grin. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight looks a bit worried at that grin. "Er...right." she says, then her horn glows more brightly. "Okay...then I won't hold back either!" She takes off at a gallop, strafing her way around Yang and firing plenty of magical beams to match. Beam after searing purple beam come at Yang, each short burst from a slightly different position. Unfortunately, Twilight isn't actually very fast. Her running speed is comparable to the max running speed of a human. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang shifts as the beams come in, bringing her arms up in a crossed pose to tank the strikes, turning in place to keep the pony in front of her. The searing beams strike into her Aura, the purple searing against golden light that acts like a barrier. She flares this out to give herself a bit of breathing space, then throws her arms back, launching herself towards the pony on an intercept course.     Yang brings one fist down in an overhead strike, punctuating the blow with a shotgun blast of pure kinetic force.! 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe is not fighting today but she's been curious to catch up with both Yang and Twilight, she's caught wind of the spar that's going on and has come to watch and see just how this fight is going to pan out. The Iron Lily watches both fights intently while she's been more of the school of hard knocks and learns or die? It's always good to attempt to get a feel for things. "So not holding back?!" She calls out and the tall woman finds a good spot to sit and watch the fight go on. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight skids to a stop and puts up a small energy shield at the last moment...and still gets knocked back several feet by Yang's attack. "Goodness!" she exclaims, staring a bit. But, she shakes her head quickly to refocus herself and her horn charges up. "Okay...let's try this!" she says before firing another beam. Unlike the last this is a concentrated, sustained blast aimed right at the Blonde Brawler. "No wonder you draw so much attention when you fight!" Twilight exclaims, even as the prismatic purple beam keeps firing. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe Says "Your going to have to get agressive Twilight! In my experiance most sapients are predators of some stripe or another! You need to take that in mind when your fighting someone like Yang or myself Twilight!" Tomoe isn't intending to tash talk it's more she's sharing insight from her time in the multiverse. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang grins as she feels that shield stop her fist. She lands and skids a bit, setting her feet as she sees that power up light. She draws her arms together again, golden light becoming visible in front of them as she braces against the beam. The golden energy overloads, and she's sent flying backward, skipping across the ground before slamming into the perimeter wall. "What can I say?" she asks, picking herself up with her eyes obscured. She grins that unpleasant grin again, and lifts her chin to reveal burning red eyes. "I Burn."     Yang Xiao Long then releases her Semblance, blasting force around her and tearing up the ground a bit, her aura turning into a golden flame that engulfs her form and lights her hair as it billows in the kicked up air currents. Since Twilight seems like a ranged fighter, Yang doesn't opt for her long range option, instead kicking off the ground and firing behind her to close the distance again, planting a foot and bringing her fists around into that rapid-striking flurry Twilight was privvy to when she entered, aiming to overwhelm any defense that could be erected against the strikes. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight's ears perk toward Tomoe and she looks that direction, then back at Yang. "Right...aggressive." She tries to look more serious and widens her stance a bit.      Just in time to take a flurry of strikes from Yang! Twilight is knocked back and forth by the strong hits, and when the attack is finally over she stumbles back unsteadily. One can easily imagine the little birds flying around her head. "Holy...Celestia..." she murmurs, then mmphs and shakes her head quickly. "Alright. Gotta be aggressive."      Twilight's horn glows brightly, and in a flash of purple and white...she disappears!      She reappears a moment later behind Yang and fires another beam, this one charged up even more than the last! It's a beam almost as thick as Twilight is tall, and the energy might be a bit blinding to spectators and targets alike! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The pony disappears. Yang doesn't seem fazed, and as Twilight reappears behind her, she fires her right side gauntlet, launching herself clear of the beam as it starts to fire, singing some and causing her damage from the emergency evasion. She skids along the ground, then kips up and bleeds off momentum in a three-point crouch, wincing at the brightness of the light.     She's got stars in her vision, but the little sun dragon lifts back up and slams her fists together, gathering up to launch herself back into the fray. Her attack this time is a momentum-empowered haymaker, using her speed to pour more damage into her strike. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe is watching Yang is raw power, she's something that would be pure fiction before her world unified. She's the sort of person you'd need heavy air and armor to stop and that still scares her. On some level? A lot of the Multiverse still unsettles her. Still she watches and Yang is damn impressive to see fighting ans she's one of the people she knows? That Tomoe is uncertain she could last long against. She hits maybe harder than the Skull Reaper and that /killed/ her. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight lets out a dismayed 'mmph' as Yang manages to mostly dodge her attack. But luckily with those stars in Yang's vision, a leap from Twilight, and a quick magic shield, Twilight manages to...still get knocked away. She goes bouncing across the ground with little squeaks and oofs before managing to catch herself again. Then...she laughs. "Fighting isn't so bad when you don't really have to worry about hurting the other person!" she says as her horn shimmers. "But, if one fights, one should fight to win, and so will I!"      That shimmer spreads over Twilight and forms into an ethereal armor. At the same time her horn is sheathed in the same ethereal glow. This time instead of a beam she rears up and then swings her horn in a cutting motion, and a wafer thin arc of magic flies toward Yang. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang skids to a stop again after her strike. She watches Twilight summon her armour, and grins. "Oh this is getting good! C'mon then HIT ME IF YOU CAN!" she bellows, pounding her chest like a gorilla and letting her Aura flow freely, the blade slicing into the energy field and beging disrupted before it even gets close.     The brawler grins as the purple arc of power crumbles, and she slams her fists together before leaping upwards. "Lets see how you like this one!" She hangs in the air for a moment, then seems to propel downwards, trailing flame-like Aura in her wake. She lands fist first, churning up the ground into spikes of concrete, rebar and stone in a line towards the pony magician. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe sees how this fight might be going she does see Twilight is putting up a hell of a fight agains someone like Yang but it's looking like Yang might have the upepr hand from how the battle is going. "Geeze..." Yes maybe she does need to fight Yang later, not to leanr but to learn how to better take hits. That might be for later given the whole tower things Gil has going on. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight's ears droop as her energy arc crumbles away into nothing. It wasn't meant to be a powerful attack, but...doing -something- would have been much better.      Twilight watches as Yang leaps up, and tries to time her leap away so that she can avoid the incoming trail of destruction. But even with her armor and her leap, Twilight feels like she just got hit by a train. With a yelp she goes bouncing and skidding across the ground, and is a bit slow to get up. She is obviously tired now, judging by her panting for breath and her stance being a bit lower than it was before. "I...can't say I really liked it, but I can certainly appreciate the power behind it!" she calls as her horn glows again. She can't keep up this pace, and doesn't seem to be damaging her opponent as much as she needs to in order to win. If this was real, her friends would be in danger now because Twilight couldn't hold her own.      Twilight grits her teeth as she pours more and more magic into her glowing horn. "...I think I'm going to have to put all I have into one attack and hope it is enough..." she says to herself. The glow is once again blinding, but this time it is because of the sheer amount of energy Twilight is putting into her attack. "Okay...here it comes!" she shouts, then with a resounding thrum the beam fires. This time it is taller than Twilight herself...now she just has to pray her aim is true. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Giving it everything you have left huh!? Alright then, I'll accept it with everything I am!" calls Yang, bringing her arms up defensively once again. She plans to tank the blast!?     Violet energy engulfs the burning golden flame, snuffing it out with the sheer weight of energy... but within the boiling stream, a shadow can be seen, stepping forwards against the pressure. As the beam begins to abate, it starts to spray out like a stream of water against a post, showing the burning golden aura holding out against it.     Yang herself is burnt, angry red welts and black scorches showing along her exposed flesh, and the mechanisms of Ember Celica are glowing white-hot from the strain of that much power bleeding through her defenses... but her eyes as the stream finally abates, are two solid gold points of luminance in the Berserker's face. "I accept your will... and add it to my own." she says, arms dropping to her sides as she keeps slowly walking forward, step after step crunching the broken ground, each footfall leaving an indentation of the boot behind.     "Allow me to answer in kind."     The fury radiating from Yang's form is almost palpable, like a great dragon coiled around the tiny human. With a sizzling crack, Yang purges her gauntlets of the spent shells, grabs her replacement sets and rams them home in a practiced toss, then crouches slightly and kicks forward. The girl flickers out of sight for a moment, appearing in two places at once before resolving right in Twilight's face, her fist coming around in an almost comical slowmotion, the knuckles burning as they tear through the air.     As Yang's fist is about to make contact, the arena floor where she was erupts into an explosion of rubble as reality catches up with what happened and the energy imparted into the ground finally erupts, sending debris flying in the opposite direction. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight looks pretty worried when Yang emerges still standing and glowing with power! As Yang purges and reloads, Twilight brings up one of her spherical barriers in the hopes that it might dull the attack enough that her armor will deflect it. Twilight blinks in surprise as Yang seems to disappear, then stuttersteps backward as TWO YANGs appear!      Then she realizes that Yang's fist has actually already impacted her shield, and for a moment Twilight wonders if her shield did its job.      She receives the very certain answer a moment later that...no, no it did not. At least, not completely. And for a moment Twilight looks like a shooting star as she is hit by the explosion of power and sent spiraling away to smash into the arena wall. She hangs there a moment in a pony-shaped indention, then with a groan falls forward and lands in a heap. "....ow." she manages as she just lies there, hoping the feeling of being flattened will abate after a minute or two. 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe watches s the fight comes to an end and gets up clapping. "That's one heck of a fight for the both of you I enjoyed watching it." She notes as she gets up from her seat. Seems to be looking to Yang and Twilight now as she takes in the aftermath of the fight. "Are you both all right and do you want to get something to eat?" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang holds the pose for a moment, looking like someone who just threw a shot-put... she then takes a few steps forward and drops to her knees, panting from the effort as her Aura works to repair the damage she's sustained. "Maaaaan that hurt like the depths of tartarus itself." she complains, rubbing an arm as her gauntlets compress again, "I'll be feeling that for a week, even after the Shrine resets everything." she adds, dragging herself back to her feet and walking over to the fallen pony. "C'mon Twilight, it's not that bad... just imagine what'd have happened if you didn't get that shield up in time." she says conversationally, helping get the pony back on her hooves.     To Tomoe she calls "I think we're fine, and I'm starving, running my Aura like that is draining as all get-out. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight accepts Yang's help to get back on her hooves, then shudders a bit before reaching to rub a foreleg against her mouth. There's a bit of red there, and she looks at it a moment before looking up at Yang with a bit of a smirk. "You think I didn't already?" she says with a bit of a giggle. "And, I'd submit that it actually makes it worse. I was flattened and you didn't even get a clean hit! I need even more practice than I thought!" she says as she walks with Yang.      She waves up at Tomoe. "We're alright! And a post-combat meal seems like a good idea. Even with the safety mechanisms a body needs proper fuel to repair itself and recharge." 

:'''{{#var:6|Tomoe (6)}} has posed:''' Tomoe grins at the idea of food being accepted. "Come on then I know a few good places lets go." The Salamander grin and will turn to follow Yang and Twilight out of the arena. "Don't worry the places I'm thinking of should have something for each of us on the menu and they are used to off-worlders. 
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6018/Operation Dogged Pursuit

2018-11-01T12:12:12Z

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|Date of Scene=2018/08/26
|Location=Hikari Sea Port
|Synopsis=A massive signature is detected heading straight for a coastal town. A group of Elites muster to infiltrate and either stop, or divert the fortress.
|Cast of Characters=685, 6381, 998, 7, 6384, 1100
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Three hours ago.     "Hey Jerry... I think you should come see this." calls one man to another on the oceanography vessel's bridge, where many monitors show sonographic displays of the ocean floor, returns from fish and other sea creatures and a large topographical map of the local sector.     Jerry wanders over. "What's up Mac?" he asks, but the screen answers the question. A giant return, filling the entire display from west to east, moving faster than the returns can update it. "What in the 'verse...?"     The ship begins to lean dangerously as the mass of the submerged object pushes the water upward like a blister, surface tension holding it for a moment, before it splits and sends a dangerous wash over the ship. Mac staggers to the intercom. "ALL HANDS. ABANDON SHI--." The wash strikes the oceanographer, and she is lost beneath the waves. The blister of water proceeds, rising up until a single spike emerges from beneath, breaking the tension completely and causing a tummult to cascade down the knobbled hull of a moving island of metal, madness, bone and teeth.     Present.     Shigure, Yuudachi and Kuma keep pace with the semi-submerged thing, Yamashiro having to break off due to her engine being taxed past the redline for too long trying to keep up. The mobile fortress is slowly breaching the surface, looming ever higher out of the water and leaving a dangerous wake behind it. The surface bristles with massive cannons, barbette mounts of AA guns, and jabbering horrormouths with torpedoes for teeth. An Abyssal Base... but moving. The upper hull decorated with the mangled hulls of ships, welded, wedged or melded by abyssal flesh to the frame. It's a horrifying sight, but one that the black-haired Destroyer is determined to face head-on. 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     A white trail can be seen streaking through the sky. Those with zoom and enhance technology can make out the black starship at its head, still travelling at quite a speed as it finishes its entry into the atmosphere. And it's coming closer. Soon enough details of the ship become more clear as it begins to enter the operational zone over the ocean. Its large wings fold out as it approaches its cruising speed within the atmosphere. It settles into a flight path just above the water's surface, kicking up a spray as it heads towards the threatening mobile base in the distance.     On the rear of the approaching ship a cargo bay door slides open. Inside the bay, Nova is already sitting in the seat of a Vulture bike. As the door opens and wind kicks up around her, she lowers her visor down over her eyes and leans forward to grip the controls. Pushing the throttle forward, the large rockets on the rear of the hoverbike grow hotter and the craft blasts out of the bay. It soars for a moment, before beginning to fall. The bike arrests its movement shortly before hitting the water, anti-grav kicking up a constant ripple beneath it. Nova spins the bike around to face in the direction of that rising spike in the distance, before pushing the throttle forward again and starting to rocket towards it to catch up.     Having delivered its cargo, the starship pulls up, rising into the air once more to take up a safer observational distance. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Upon hearing something big and unwanted was closing on the city of San Losha, Lexicon departed the System to see it for herself. Not only is it a situation she thinks her abilities will be useful in protecting the defenseless, but something this ludicrously large and dangerous is bound to be a great inspiration.     Thus, a white-clad DCC stands on the deck of a charter boat, peering through binoculars as the mass surfaces. She makes a face, voicing a quiet 'Gross' under her breath. The spyglasses are lowered, flickering out into her inventory and replaced by a gem-topped staff. Fangs on this staff spread open around the crystal, which begins glowing.     "I already paid for the trip, so just get to somewhere safe. We'll handle this," she informs the captain before she places her foot on the gunwale and hurls herself over the side. Mid-leap, she transforms, square-shaped glowing wings spreading behind her and carrying her aloft, Resource Relay trailing light as she ascends towards the construct. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone had made for the Naval base had kitted up and had launched she was suited up with her Carrier kit and had a bow ready, she'd also already drawn an arrow and let fly a scout plane to head ahead of herself to better. Hearing Orchid could get them additional intel was very welcome as she keeps to the water and honestly this was the best way for her to operate at sea. She skates across the waves heading to the location that has been indicated. She's become aware others are also deploying she's very glad she's not alone. With her loadout on the water, she's in a more supporting role than she normally is. THE scout she's launched flies off ahead of her making for the last known sighting of the target. She took a deep breath and kept going. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      There are a number of reasons to not make 'mobile fortresses' this large. Among these reasons are things such as how expensive they are to move, how much they concentrate your power into a single, indivisible unit, limiting flexibility, and the general diminishing returns between size, cost, and combat power. Another reason is that their large size, giving them a local inertial reference frame, makes them easy to teleport onto. Of course, that doesn't make the math simple. Orchid is still running the numbers, and is currently in a long-range scout plane. She's got a backup plan if that won't work, but it doesn't make sense for her to be the first to set foot on the thing. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     As the others gather, Shigure signals for a gathering, an impromptu briefing. "We have about five hours before this thing hits the town. The locals are beginning evacuation procedures, but we need to buy them some time. Our first obstacle is getting inside. Kuma's spotters have noted a few hatches spotting the outer hull, we could try to blow one of them open to get inside, but getting close will be perilous regardless of surface or aerial approach, that thing is bristling with weaponry." she says, skating along to keep pace with the hulking thing in the distance.     As if to punctuate Shigure's statement, the entire upper hull that's above water flares to terrible life, the barbette mounted AA guns, and the smaller nests dotting the superstructure spray a terrible fusilade into the air, swatting Kotone's scout out of the sky before it can even evade. "Our best chance might be to distract the defenses with my unit, while the rest of your approach and make your way inside."     Orchid's scans show many entrance points, but can't pierce too far into the hull, something seems to be scrambling the returns, showing a different layout of corridors and rooms each time a pulse comes back. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Coming to a stop near Shigure, within earshot of the briefing, Lexicon fixates crimson eyes on the destroyer intently. The noise of gunfire is what yanks her attention away, observing the spotting aircraft's fate. Her grip on the relay she carries tightens, only loosening when the device creaks and reminds her that it's not actually a weapon.     "Damn, so approach is gonna be a bitch no matter what we do..."     Her head inclines, "We pick a target and hit it hard and fast. I don't want your unit taking unnecessary casualties just because we fucked around instead of getting where we need to go." She glances at the glowing relay in her hand, then lifts her other hand and flexes it, materializing her enormous energy-bladed axe. "I'll lead the charge. I can take a lot of punishment, and plow the road." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      The recon plane can get close enough for Orchid to come out and chat in the briefing, riding her signature rocket surfboard. "They never come to us for the easy ones," Orchid says, studying what images she's getting from a distance. "How do we stop something like that? Can we take out the engines, or claim the controls?" She's got some ideas for ways to sabotage that kind of thing, make it harder to operate. She also doesn't have much experience in fighting the abyssal fleet. Or any experience, to be honest. The good news is that she's sealed against shorting out the moment she takes a dip in the water. 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova hovers along on her pointed bike, keeping up pace with Shigure as she listens to the briefing. Once the girl skating across the water (interesting tech) has finished, Nova nods in agreement, "You distract. We bust through a hatch. Works for me." As there seems to be no more to the briefing, Nova pushes the throttle again, kicking in the rear rockets as she pulls away to once more close in on the moving fortress.     Moving into a pursuit position, Nova slows once more to maintain distance while she waits for the distraction team to make their move. Once they do, Nova leans forward and blasts off towards the floating structure. Her visor zooms in on the surface of it, letting Nova pick out one of the hatches as a target. She quickly closes the distance, aiming the Vulture's grenade launcher at the hatch and fires off several rounds of the explosives, before breaking off to try and avoid any return fire. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Well there goes her scout plane, up in a ball of fire she knows they are low on time all things consider they only have a few hours to stop this and they will need to get inside somehow that leaves her wondering just what is she going to do there? The AA fire is intense and she knows what to do. Make use of the zero's infamous agility to draw fire, she'll start launching the miniature Zeros one after another and orders them out, their orders are simple to draw the fire of the larger hostile ship to buy time for everyone else. She may also list in a bit too close her self in an attempt to draw fire.] 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure nods to everyone. "Aim for the closest hatch, break in, and find the command center. If you can divert its course we can take some more time systematically destroying it from the inside. First priority is stopping it from beaching on the city." she says as the others disperse and start making preparations to board. She looks to Yuudachi and Kuma, then over to Kotone before accelerating to a flank bell and opening fire. 12.7cm and 15.5cm shells won't do anything to the massive construct, but even as the shots bounce harmlessly off the armour, it wakes the listless behemoth and all the guns begin to track around onto the three girls peppering it. A weight of watchfulness seems to lift from everyone else as whatever malevolent intellect that governs such a vast thing tunnel visions onto the three active threats.     Gunfire ripples from the many turrets, carving blast waves in the water from battleship-sized cannons discharging. Smaller caliber cannons stagger fire between the massive reports, displaying for all the sheer power this monster possesses.     "We have it's attention, poi!" calls Yuudachi, dodging fire. "Kuma says you should go now, kuma!" 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova darts and swerves around as the cannons rip up the water around her. One of the larger sized rounds impacts the water's surface just a few metres away, kicking up a big splash that sprays Nova. She wipes the water off the optics of her visor, muttering to herself, "Don't get hit. Don't get hit."     Nova spins her bike around, moving to make another run on the hatch she had picked out. Another few rounds of grenade fire from her Vulture are unleashed before she is forced to break off again. This time some of the smaller cannon fire finds its mark, punching a few holes through the hover bike. It begins to make some disturbing sounds as Nova quickly zigs and zags to avoid becoming an easier target, "Not sure how much more of this I can take!" 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is going to have to go in she thinks in the end as her planes are launching even as the closes more tiny Zero's take to the skies, she has some experience that could help aboard. So she puts her bow over her back, goes to top speed to make for the hulking Abyssal. She will move to make a run on a hatch she'll take fire and even a hit as she does so, it's not good she keeps moving for that hatch hopefully she should be able to get in before she's hit again and her armour is breached. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     The squadron takes off, Lexicon floats up. Bunching her legs up beneath and behind herself, she produces a flat plane of light marked by a pixellated circle, then hurls herself off it like a springpad. She zeroes in on the hatch singled out by Nova's grenade launcher, swinging her axe in front of herself to use the blade's flat side as a shield. Using it one-handed is awkward, but she can't exactly put her relay down like she usually does.     What Lexicon can do is be a shield. She places herself in front of Nova's Vulture, defending the fragile hovercycle from further fire from the front. Shots strike her axe. Those that make it through slice her body, throwing off glowing fragments of damaged red code. This is fleeting, though, as she draws closer to the hull Lexicon sweeps her axe back and up, exposing herself to oncoming fire from emplacements not distracted by the Kanmusu squadron.     "RRRAAAAH-- EIN SCHLAG!"     The blade of her axe flashes from an icy blue to a fierce white, tracing the under-handed arc of her swing as she slams her axe into the damaged hatch at full speed. One-handed, but with all that inertia to make up for it. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne nods "Awright lads you heard her, get me close and then help the fleet man the perimeter." The mouse grins, grabbing hold of a winch cable and hopping out into the boat's wake, holding on until she's got her balance before she reels herself back behind the boat. Her off-hand makes a series of rapid gestures, guiding her crew as the PT boat roars towards the others. "Lock the exocets on that hatch if they can't get in!" Leyanne calls up. Should all else fail to get through, she's got a pair of French-made Exocet missiles to finish knocking. As soon as the hatch is open, the PT boat pulls a violent 180-degree turn, Leyanne swinging wide on the end of her tether to get that last little kick of energy; at the right moment, she lets go of the tether and continues in a relatively straight like to the hatch, slamming into the hull with a painful-sounding thud before hauling herself up and inside. "Sorry for the latness." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid's approach is much like Nova's, but with a few differences. She rockets forward, just above the water, using the wake of the fortress for cover. Critically, she has her forcefields, one from each hand, projected up to not absorb incoming fire, but to deflect it away from herself. She's got a lot of mobility on this thing, and she figures that by getting in quick she can avoid the trouble others are having. .o(Pleaseworkpleaseworkpleasework) Explosions erupt around her, but she's moving so erratically that only one of the lighter, faster tracking, guns can hit her, and moving fast enough that only hit goes home on her shields. She's going directly for the hole Leyanne's missiles have made, and will tuck into a ball to roll that last bit in. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure and co continue the onslaught, but are getting their position flooded with incoming fire. They're having to break formation to not get hit too often, they then disengage, pulling away to break contact once they see the others getting inside of the fortress.     Nova's grenades manage to loosen the hatch, Lexicon's axe knocks it away more, then the Exocets slam into the damaged area, and the slab of metal comes loose, slamming into the hull a few times before vanishing under the water.     As the group moves to enter, a disembodied feminine voice intones. "The way is lit. The path is clear. You now require only the strength to follow it."     Within the fortress, many paths lead deeper in. None are lit and it is pitch dark. Three paths are available. One to the left, one straight ahead, and one to the right. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid's answer?      ALL THREE!      Or rather, Orchid also has scouts she can launch, a number of spiders, like sixteen. Three go down each hallway, the other seven attempt to go through any small openings they may find in walls. Particularly, they are also looking for lines of control, of any sort. Any motors, any valves, any pumps. Orchid is thinking of mass sabotage. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne unsligns her weapon - an old friend in close quarters like this, am M2 browning. According to the scrawling on the case, this one is called 'Mamma Deuce'. She sweeps it around the immediate area, activating a flashlight on her armour. "I think we should stay in teams of two at minimum, try to find the bridge and engine room, stop it from there. If that fails, a magazine to blow it to buggery." she suggets. "It's what we used to do to Cat and Plut facilities all the time in the 19th..." 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova swings her bike around for another run on the fortress exterior, when some more cannon fire rakes across her position. Several shots rip into the lightly armored bike, the holes beginning to spark. Nova glances back as the rear-mounted rockets begin to sputter and spit out black smoke. The bike becomes more and more unstable, beginning to drop closer and closer to the water's surface. Nova frowns, "Shit."     Nova aims her bike towards the hatch entrance, grabbing her rifle from where it's stored on the side. She quickly stands up on the seat, struggling a little as the bike weaves and dips from the damaged thrusters. Until finally she leaps, jumping just as the bike falls out from under her. The bike hits the water, bounces a couple of times before smashing into the fortress and screeching across its armor until it's not much more than a burning wreck. Nova meanwhile soars through the air, diving into the hatch and rolling to a stop.     Nova slowly rises to her feet once more, doing a quick once over to make sure nothing is broken. Probably a bruise or two from the impact, but she'll manage. Nova loads a round in the chamber of her rifle, turning off the safety before looking up at the others, "Alright. Time to wreak some havoc."     Nova watches as Orchid sends her scouts down each of the three paths. A good idea. Nova too does some scouting, though less obviously as she reaches out with her mind in order to try and pick up on any other minds on board the fortress. Assuming there are any. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is being very simple she's going to go right at the huge ship? If you could call it that then leap out of the water, enage a double jump and get aboard she manages to get right into the hatch coming in for a landing and rolling ont he deck before she gets back to her feet and frees herself from some of her gear which mighgt hinder her wlaking, which vanishes into her matter maniplator. She takes to start heading deeper into the vessel she has no idea what an Abyssal might have for internal defence and part of her hopes she somehow does not find out. Yet she's very likely going to. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Lexicon ditches her axe, embedded in the door, and it disappears when the exocet rockets blast the hatch open. Looping around, she dives into the opening, throwing her legs forward and sliding to a halt in a shower of sparks from her armored footwear. The glowing staff in her hand closes up, and as she dismisses it her appearance changes to a less conspicuous white-dressed brunette.     Without a second thought, that staff is dispersed back into her inventory.     Her eyes wander upward to the ceiling, then sidelong, "Sounds like an invitation. But come on," There's a flicker of digitized code, a bulky flashlight appearing. With a click, she turns it on, "You can't say the path is lit when it's this dark and expect to be taken seriously." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     As the group decides what to do, the shaking of the guns firing begins to subside, and the fortress goes eeriely quiet. The open hatch, and the whine of the wind passing the breach in the hull are the only source of light and sound in this dreary place. Orchid's drones find the paths branch after a few feet, the forward appears to be a dead end. The left branches off into three other pathways, while the right side appears to be a long single corridor. Drones finding their way into nooks and crevices would find... meat. Bone and sinew, horror mouths full of teeth jabbering away at nothing, but also pump valves, wire conduits and circuit panels, all amalgamated together. Nothing seems to make much sense.     Nova senses minds, many minds, and one more complex one from the right-hand pathway.     The dismissal of the voice earns an eerie, girlish chuckle. "Light can mean many things, little one. Come. Soon you shall know the extent of our failings, and yours." Someone's watching the group. Some amused outside force, or the mastermind of this whole thing?     Lexicon's and Leyanne's flashlights show dingy, rusted metal, and stark patches of white flesh. Some have growths coming from it, like formless fingers. 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova shifts her rifle into one hand for a moment as she uses the other to tap a few commands into the controls on her wrist. The display inside her visor switches modes, helping Nova to see in the darkness using its nightvision.     Considering their lack of information, Nova decides to go with the path that they do know leads somewhere. Probably. The right path specifically, where Nova is picking up one of the greater minds on this 'ship'. She begins to step down the passageway, cautiously checking corners and ceilings. The organic nature of the ship brings back famliar feelings of trapsing through Zerg infested buildings. It's never pleasant.     The voice gets a brief derisive laugh from Nova, "Someone's having fun." In her head she's already connecting the voice to one of the minds she sensed. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa makes note of the voice and takes a deep breath as she moves foward with the rest of the group she'll check for any wireless signals but doubts it given the abyssal's nature. Now if it was one from her world? It be a differnet story. She preses on ahead down the light she response to the voice this time. "Very well." An old horror movie quote come sback to her, don't go into the light. Whelp she has little choice in the matter so ahead Kotone goes and she's also keeping alert as she can for any movment or signs of traps. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne looks around with a frown. "Fucking lovely it's watching us." She comments, taking her beret off, rolling it up, and stuffing it somewhere. She hooks her helmet off her belt and jams it on her head, leaving the faceplate up for the moment. She looks at Nova a moment. "I vote we find the minds. Could be prisoners, could be... someone in charge of this thing." She says, shining her light around to look at some of the formless growths. "Oh, that's not right." she mutter, scanning around as she follows Nova. Like Nova, the mouse scans all surfaces - not just the walls, but the ceilings and floors too. It's a tunnel-fighter's instinct, from fighting in three dimensions - at least in her case. "Into the belly of the beast." she mutters. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      "Ewwwwww." Orchid makes a face. "I mean, the mavericks, who wanted to kill all humans, didn't have this much meat around the place." Yeah, she's got some objections to the decorations. "I mean, at least Sigma talked about an AFTER. Anyway. Forward dead-ends, right has a narrow hallway, but long, and left seems to provide the most room to maneuver." If the group splits, she'll go left, if not, she'll follow the others to the right.      Orchid's spiders will attack the wires and circuit panels, destroying the base's nerves, rather than the muscles or blood. She wants to blind the thing, to keep their progress more hidden. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     "Great," Lexicon responds dryly when the voice directly answers her comment. She plays the beam of her light across the walls, eyebrows forming a straight line, "Come out here and call me little again--" She cuts herself off from the expletive. But the Silver DCC's temper is already bubbling close to the surface from that jab.     Her head tilts as Orchid rattles off the findings of her scoutbots, and she considers the exterior layout for a moment. Eyes narrowing, she states, "Our priority is the engines. And that's probably down and near the back." She takes the right corridor, thustly, a bulky two-handed hammer appearing in her free hand as she walks, "Once we disable this junker, we can take our time with the rest of it." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "All in due course." comes the voice once more, before the presencen seems to diminish.     The group venture down the right path, encountering nothing, save for a few easily evaded 'traps' of a weakened deck plate that opens into a dark chasm should someone step on it, though it's easy enough to bypass. Nova will be able to lead the group to their destination when the path splits. The path begins to gain light, a dull red comiing from the room ahead.     "As light gains purchase. Spirits are lifted and purpose is made clear." comes the voice, distant, judging.     The room opens up into a large command suite. Consoles, panels, buttons and dangling pull switches. At the center of which is a tall, stately looking woman, alabaster skin and gleaming yellow eyes, she turns, the hat she wears turning out to be a symbiotic creature with a huge, gaping mouth the drips a black ichor as it silently roars at the group. A Wo-class Fleet Carrier. She taps her staff on the floor, and gives a dour smile. "Ah, you are the ones Mistress told me to expect. Welcome." Her greeting is punctuated by the whine of jet turbines as they spin up, and as the hat roars again, it ejects a flight of miniature Abyssal Aircraft, that circle and start to strafe the group, using machine guns. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      "Little insects," Orchid says, dismissively as the carrier releases the aircraft. She does nothing, just watching, as they approach her.      Her SPIDERS, on the other hand, are built much like real jumping spiders, and will be leaping into the air from her body to take down the drones, wrapping them up in silk for later examination. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' The Megamouse stands firm, ignoring the rounds the fighters even as they strike sparks from her armour and knock her back a step or two. When you're eight feet tall and more machine than mouse, an M2 Browning suddenly becomes a light machine gun, rather than the heavy weapon it is for most people. She braces herself to better resist the storm of incomig Abyssal firepower and starts to rake over the fighters with the old Ma Deuce, attempting to swat the abyssal fighters from the sky before they can do much damage... ...although of course there's no way she'll get them all. She attempts to bring down those threatening her friends first, trusting in her armour and the other anti-air specialists (and the spiders) to help her weather the storm of firepower, and thin their numbers further. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is careful as she keeps with the group the sounds of her footfalls echoing as she goes through this massive ship and soon she will reach the command room. She stares down the Wo-Class for a moment watching her. "I see so what is it ..." she hears the sounds of jet engines? Wait those fighters are not world war two jets were pretty much experimental near the end of it. Who this Wo is? She'll have no idea given how vast the multiverse is and she starts atking some hits, she'll draw her bow and let fly some of the last of her Zeros which will start to mix it up with the attacking fighters. "So who are you?! What do you and your commander want?!" 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova raises her rifle to aim at the somewhat disturbing looking woman (the creature on her head in particular) the moment the group enters the control room. She doesn't fire right away though, interested to see what the woman has to say for herself. That proves to be a mistake as the mini fighters are quickly launched.     Nova abandons her firing position, quickly going into a run as the guns on the strange machines come to life. She quickly drops, skidding behind a console as bullets pepper the ground around her. Pressing her back up against the cover, Nova chuckles in response to the carrier, "Funny, I don't feel welcome."     As Kotone attempts to question the enemy leader, Nova simply says, "Whatever they want, it's probably not good. So, we deal with them!"     While the others are busy dealing with the fighters, Nova takes the opportunity to attack the source. She rises from behind her cover, swinging her large rifle around to rest on the edge of the console as she lines up a shot on Wo carrier. Specifically, the creature on her had that appears to be the source of the drones. A pull of the trigger sends the 25mm round flying. It's a single shot, but well aimed. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     "Not even facing us directly?" Lexicon mutters when the pathway taken results in someone that self-identifies as a minion. She drops her flashlight back into her digital inventory, producing that staff again. This time, she thrusts it into one of the fleshier parts of the fortress as the gemstone starts to glow, rather than carry it. She steps away from it, then, shifting her hammer to hold it in both hands.     "It's gonna be a long-ass time wasted in here, and I'm already fed up with your bullshit." Machine gun fire from strafing attacks pecks at her, throwing off wisps of damaged code, which are soon joined by more benign silver pixels. Mid-step, she transitions from Lexicon to Silver Soul, now holding her energy-bladed axe, "I'll beat your boss' name outta you, and then use YOU to beat HER ass!"     Kicking off, Lexicon surges right for the primary carrier, sweeping her axe back in preparation for an overhead strike, "TIME TO BEAT A MOTHERFUCKER! TODLICHE SCHLAG!" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Many things happen in the short span of time from engagement to now. Orchid manges to bring down several fighters, their turbines clogging with silk. They fall from the sky, thudding impotently like toy planes dropped by a child. Leyanne and Kotone manage to tie up or beat down the rest, allowing Nova and Lexicon to bring the source down.     Nova's shot streaks out, richocheting off a tooth in that gaping maw, and vanishing inside, where smoke and soon flames begin to erupt from the open mouth. Distress showing clearly both on the woman, and on her symbiote. "Emergency teams, suppress sympathetic detonati--" she can't finish the panic induced memory, as Lexicon's axe comes crashing down atop her, neatly slicing the carrier in two.     The entire fortress begins to tilt slightly. About four degrees of angle, and motion indicates it's beginning to turn... could that really have been it? "A trifling victory." comes that maddening voice, a smile playing in its tone. "But a victory none-the-less." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid moves to the control console. Her spiders follow, their prizes proudly carried on their backs. "Well then, time to do what you brought me along for," she says with a bit of a smirk. She studies the controls. "And you, unless you tell us who you are, you're not really making much of an impression," she says to the voice. "Now, do we want to destroy or capture this thing?" she asks, finding the throttle and direction controls. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     With a grunt, Lexicon wrenches her axe from the floor, then swings it aside to cast off anything stuck to it. The axe is dispersed into pixels after this motion, and she stares down at the bisected Abyssal ship with a scowl on her face. She glances at Orchid and Nova, then turns back to recover the staff she'd discarded earlier, wrenching it loose. "I'm for wrecking this entire bridge so it can't be used anymore, but recon is more important."     At least she's calming down a bit. 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova watches as the strange woman is split in two. Then standing casually, with the battle over, Nova says, "Would have been nice to have someone to interrogate. Ah well." She walks up to join Orchid by the controls, trying to get a look to see if they make any sense.     However it seems for the moment that they will be getting out before trying to go further with the destruction of the fortress. It makes some sense as taking down something this big probably won't be easy and will require more information and planning.     So, gripping her rifle once more Nova turns and begins to head back towards where they boarded, "Try not to get left behind then. From what I've sensed, this place is not lacking in trouble." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa rise one arm to let the planes land on the carrier deck on it, with that done she'll leave Orchid to plant her bugs she's moving to get the heck out she looks Lexicon for a moment "Damn remind me to never get on your bad side Lexicon." It's intended mostly in good humour but she's going to get off the boat and back in the water herself. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      After some radio discussions, Orchid sighs, pulling away from the control panel. More spiders crawl out of her armor, and find their ways into the walls. "Now find places to hide, and wait for my ping, okay?" she instructs them as they go. She collects the little fighter jets, intending to take at least one apart. Hopefully she'll be able to scavenge some weapon energy on the way out. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne is about to swing down to take aim at the carrier when Lexicon and Nova take care of her. She follows, nodding in agreement with Nova and Lexicon. "We can do both. Fifty-cal trashes stuff pretty nicely, we can at least make this a pain in the arse for them to rebuild, right?" She grins, laying about the room for a few seconds with her M2's trigger held down, just randomly firing into anything that looks important while the rest of the team evacuates. For good measure, she just rakes the room over for a few seconds, once that's done, she sets off after the others. 
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6132/Dogged Finale

2018-10-29T16:22:38Z

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|Date of Scene=2018/10/28
|Location=Hikari Sea Port - Main Courtyard
|Synopsis=The fleet and its allies finally corner Dogger Bank, and bring the fight to her.

After an intense and bitter struggle...
|Cast of Characters=685, 6384, 457, 6716, 998, 1100, 7
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Dogger Bank, the Princess of Deceit, is alone.     This was intentional. She wanted as many of her followers to get away as possible. They have their orders and even if some do turn after being sunk, the rest will regroup at the rendezvous point.     "Jutland, Savo, everyone... it has been an honour and a privilege to work with you. Good Luck, and Gods Speed." she says to herself as her eyes track the black shadow of Morgan's crow-form approaching rapidly, followed by Evangeline and Silver Soul. "Come then. Let us end this chase. Meet the Abyss' cursed champion in open combat and know your own doom!" She emerges from the superstructure between two of those massive turrets, dress flowing in the breeze, flanked by a pair of manta-ray like creatures, sporting a heavy turret on their wing-like bodies, and a humming drone of more, smaller ones with torpedoes slung under them.     <Shigure to all points, Princess sighted, top superstructure, flanked by unknown Abyssal craft. Be careful, we still don't know what she is capable of. Fifth Fleet will provide fire support and maintain perimeter.> crackles over the radio, as Dogger Bank lets loose a primordial scream of rage and anger, the entire Leviathan quaking in its broken state and lighting up with angry, burning red cracks that turn the water to steam around the base. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Strangely enough, Orchid would feel better disposed to the Princess of Deceit, were she aware of the Abyssal's fears. Knowing that this wasn't simply unfathomable evil, but instead something that remembered being human, or at least being made by humans.      But there's a still a battle to be fought, and unless Dogger Bank wishes to surrender, there's only one outcome Orchid can see happening. She is still on the Leroy Jenkins, Leyanne's ship, and is still running the sensors, getting them to play nice with the rest of the fleet' sensors. In short, she's got a good radar return from the angry spirit loaded up with metal, and is making sure everyone else knows where it is. "Uploading targeting solutions to missles, I think we're good to fire," she says aloud. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      After helping Leander join the main fleet, Evangeline made her way back as quickly as possible. "...Leander escorted back...returning to front line..." she says as radios as she rockets through the air, the ends of her arms already starting to glow with their dangerous red energy.      It doesn't take her very long to rejoin the fight, but she doesn't charge in and start firing. Instead, she comes to a stop just within range, arms raised and ready to attack, and says, "...if we are able to save all of you...you will be able to work together again...to help protect people once more...just forget about being a mean Abyssal...the Hikari Defense Force takes in recovered Abyssals...and helps them have a happy life again..." 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:'''     Dogger Bank, the Princess of Deceit, is alone.     And streaking towards her like a horror out of the setting sun is a very angry force of nature. Trailing it are thick black wisps like curling smoke or the stuff of the night sky. He sees his target clearly in all her thunder and fury. So often do monsters wear comely guises, swollen with the ichor of their evil. Morgan doesn't know her true nature, of course-- he can only guess. But ultimately, it doesn't matter. All that is required is that she sinks here today. The shadowy figure sounds an eerie cry before plunging bodily into battle. Its form seems to unfold, a humanoid shape manifesting from the darkness, Morgan grins as he emerges, a chain rattling out of the murk, a lantern tethered to its far end aglow with ghostly, purifying flame. He laughs, swinging the lamp like a flail at the manifest wraith. "Cursed, huh!? If you say so, then I guess I'll just have to put you out of your misery. That pain, that anger, I'll strip it all away, bit by bit. Then we'll see if there's anything worth saving, or if your nightmare has claimed all that you are! Ahahahahahaha!" 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Lexicon wrenches her axe free from the Ru class, swinging the weapon in an arc to scatter black ichor from the mechanical haft and energy blade. She immediately kicks off, circling around to approach the beached Leviathan with her weapon resting on her shoulder and trailing back between her wings.     As she approaches, the DCC circles around, so that she's not in the same vector as Evangeline on her approach, "Your ship's ruined, your army's split and broken, your greatest warriors have been driven off or destroyed." Coasting to a stop, Silver Soul gestures with her free hand, "There's only two ways this is gonna end. Either you give up, or we beat you until you wish you could die." The gesture becomes a shrug, "You're done, it's over. All that's left is for you to pick how it ends." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne stands up in Leeroy's open-topped bridge to watch the reload as it goes on, reporting in. She frowns Tube three seems to be having trouble. "Nigel you knobcheese, get that fucking torpedo tube dogged shut" She shouts at the burly, ogre-like orange-and-white piebald mouse wrestling to get the back of the torpedo tube locked. He holds the wrench in place, leaning back with most of his weight while another equally ogre-like mouse - Igor, one of the exocet loaders - hits the wrench-shaft with a hammer. After a few blows it suddenly shifts and the tube locks with an audible Clunk. "Smashing!" he says as he stands, before shouting. "Tube 3, loaded!" Leyanne nods, settling back into the seat, peering through the slits on the dropped blast shields over the windows. "Okay, we are locked cocked, and ready to rock... if anyone listens to Evangeline, get ready to distract the bitch. Otherwise, fire as soon as she makes an aggressive move!" Leeroy's nose pulls up into a full plane as Leyanne eases the throttles forward, making erratic turns to make herself harder to target. "C'mon bitchtits... make my day." she growls. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone was still deck of the Leroy in her ARMED suit using it's big guns now as she lays down focused controlled bursts of fire from the canon she needs to make sure she can get good shots in. She can't carry all the ammo in the world after all, and the giant shells go flying from the weapon with each shot. She does not let up, she also make sure her tatical link to anyone else who can. She's trying to gun for the Princess right now too from how she's placing her shots. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Morgan comes out of the setting sun, and whips out that lantern on a chain. Dogger lifts an arm, and part of the Leviathan reshapes into a shield, deflecting the strike from her into some of the craft that surround her, knocking them out of the air and into the water below.     Words fall on deaf ears from Evangeline and Lexicon, as the turrets on the Leviathan track around and unload a volley of shells into the arrayed combatants, while Dogger herself turns her crossbow sword upon Morgan himself, swinging it to try and cut the man in half! 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid is focusing on the scanner when the shots come in. She is rocked by the hit, even taking shrapnel damage across her face, but she focuses instead on the scanner, improving the firing solutions for Leyanne, and the others in their little flotilla. Her aim? Make sure the attacks hit somewhere sensitive on the Princess. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline takes off once again as those cannons open fire, and only a few of those shells hit her. The impact causes hexagonal panels of translucent blue energy to appear around her and the force knocks her around, but with a spiral through the air she is able to shake it off. "...as you wish..." she says, then the glow of her arms gets brighter. "...allies...clear the area for a moment..." she radios. Hopefully her soft voice makes it through the battle noise.      Because Evangeline unleashes one of her powerful Breaker Beams! And rather than her usual raking across the area she tries to focus it on Dogger Bank, shrouding her and the area around her in particle explosions for the duration of the beam! 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Lexicon sweeps her axe up, placing it between herself and the incoming artillery. A shell impacts solidly, surrounding the DCC with flames and smoke. Shrapnel scatters out from the impact, along with fragments of red-tinted damaged code. The smoke dissipates on the ocean breeze, leaving Lexicon still floating there, a dark mark on her axe.     "Well, that answers that."     When the woman goes after Morgan in close range, Lexicon tightens her grip on her axe's haft. Her legs bunch up behind herself, and a series of interwoven circles made out of binary code materializes behind her. She places the balls of her feet on this, and springs off. Her axe is swept up, "All that smug shit you were doing before, and I was still willing to let you walk away from this! ZERSTORUNG!"     Lexicon leads with a heavy downward axe blow, cleaving in an arc. 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' A heavy blade hews into Morgan's shoulder. The paladin snarls, blood dripping from the strange, crossbow-like edge. But even taking a blow that would lay flat pretty much /anyone/ else, he doesn't let up. Black ooze bubbles up around the wound, knitting his flesh shut around the bizarre weapon. Morgan lunges, wrapping his lantern's chain around the edge as it to try and drag it out but-- No. Not drag it out. He's holding her to close range...! "So you can put up a fight," Morgan chuckles in spite of the pain. The darkness leaking from his wound... spreads and propagates all across his body-- before suddenly erupting in an explosion of shadow-forged spikes, spears and blades! "But I'm not put down so easily! Let's continue this dance, until the end of this life!" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne shrugs. "We gave the bitch a chance!" As Leyanne speaks, the first stage of the two anti-ship missiles fires. There's a small puff of flame out the back of each rocket to propel it free of the launcher on a ballistic trajectory. A few seconds pass and the sustainor motors kick in, the two missiles streaking in towards Dogger. Moments later, Leyanne carves the PT boat left and right, each turn launching that side's torpedoes towards the abyssal leviathan. The rounds are only intended for ranging on the little PT boat, of course - a job Leyanne intends to make a lot harder - but despite the armour, and his now ironclad nature, Leyanne's frame is still wood. So even a near miss causes distressing creaks and groans from within the boat. Moments later, a huge piece of shrapnel strikes the starboard bridge window shutters and digs in, its upward impact angle nearly ripping the slab of metal awayaway. It dangles at a wonky angle now, flapping with every bounce the boat makes. "Cock!" Tiny replies, her left hand appearing over the lip of the bridge to display the bird. Behind her, the team manning the bofors frantically work on setting the bofors gun's range and as they bring the gun around to train it on Dogger! 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Dogger is locked in combat with Morgan. Her flank struck and exploded by the Breaker Beam, luckily for Morgan the Princess is pretty large, and the beams explosions are deflected from him. The Abyssal Princess bares her teeth in a snarl that completely changes her ethereally beautiful face into something horrific, something eldritch and horrifying.     This is in part due to the Breaker Beam, and the follow-up Zerstorung and missiles, but also from the mans words. "Death waits for the slightest lapse in concentration." she says, then turns Morgan around with her sword into the path of Yamashiro's incoming volley. The shadow spikes pierce her body, spilling black ichor from her flesh and dislodging plates of metal from her rigging. Shells rain down around her, detonating on the armoured hull of the beached Leviathan and showering her and the shadow paladin with shrapnel.     From the smoke, erupts an angry swarm of those manta-like craft, lacking the torpedo and sporting a pair of heavy looking cannons instead. They trill and move to engage Evangeline and Lexicon in dogfights, while moving to strafe the Leeroy and his crew. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is not spared the attack why would she's a fairly big target there out on the boat's deck, part of her has made her wonder if she should have invested in the naval version of the ARMEd suit, but it's taking damage even as the rounds from the abyssal slam into it. She's at least not got the sword in her face, she'll now squat her somewhat damaged machine and fire off a flight of missiles for the princess. <<Any ideas other than slug festing it?!>> She's going to keep hammering away at the Princess with all the firepower she can muster. 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' "Hahahahaha! You said it!" Morgan laughs, even as streamers of apocalyptically destructive light split off the Princess' back and come crashing down into the nearby shore. "And this time--!" Morgan... Dissolves, seeming to disperse into liquid darkness as she turns to toss him into the incomping bombardment. Yamashiro's shells burst brilliantly, blasting enormous columns of frigid seawater into the air-- but Dogger takes the worst of it. And Morgan-- Morgan's laughter rings out from /behind/ her. "You're so much prettier when you /aren't/ making that face, you know? But I guess that's just more reason for me to burn that taint out of you. Hahahaha!" Morgan cackles as a quartet of deadly black discs erupt from his tenebrous aura. He lunges, striking with his lamp-and-chain and those four shadowy buzzsaws in tandem like some kind of blade-bound dervish. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     When beset upon by fighters, Lexicon darts back, pelted by gunfire. It's a bit harder to deal with attacks from multiple angles, like this, and the DCC is temporarily pushed away, shedding damaged code in powder crimson fragments. Her teeth bare in a growl, crimson eyes narrowing as another cannon shell bursts against her axe.     "Shit, backin' off--!" That being to give Yamashiro a clear line of fire. Albeight briefly, while she contends with the Manta planes. A binary circle shoots out around her feet and the DCC whirls her weapon around suddenly, scattering snowflakes, "SCHNEESTURM!" A wind suddenly whips up the snowy particles into a blizzard, transforming Lexicon into a mild hazard for such small aircraft. Surrounded by this, she hurls herself back into melee range of the Princess.     "Gonna need more than that to keep me off your case, thundertits!" Her axe sweeps back, the blade elongating into a great cleaver of blue-tinged ice, "I'm gonna demand your FULL attention! TANZERIN TROMBE!"     On approach, Lexicon hurls herself into a spin, leading with repeated, broad sweeping slashes with her ice-augmented axe. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline finds herself in a dogfight, and despite her efforts she is hit several times by those heavy cannons from the flying stingrays. Her shield flares a few times before finally collapsing and one of the shells catches her...right in the face! The Neuroi's head explodes and she freefalls for a few moments before leveling off again. Losing her head isn't as bad as it seems, and doesn't seem to slow Evangeline down all that much. It starts to steadily reform, a siverly glow travelling up from her shoulders and reforming her lost noggin like a burning paper but in reverse.      Even as this is happening, her arms and the panels on her leg's wings are regaining their glow, and a dozen or so vectoring beams erupt from her, targeting the rays that are following her. Much like their bigger cousin the beams result in an explosion wherever they hit, but it is not as powerful. Of course, there are a lot more of them.      She also forms up with Lexicon, her fellow aerial combatant. Perhaps they can cover each other's backs a bit. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      The mass of metal mantas aren't what Orchid was expecting, but she does have the radar, which gives her enough time to shout "Incoming!" Hopefully the warning is enough for the crew of the Leroy. For her part, she's only defending herself, shields snapping up. .o(Wish I had that megadiamond upgrade ready...) Of course, while she's defending herself, her spiders are jumping loose, and trying to jump onto the metal mantas, to clog up any motive systems they can find, throwing off the aerodynamics with their brave little bodies, and capturing any they can grab onto with high-tensile silksteel strands. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leeroy's strafed good and propeer by the passing Mantas. That damaged bridge screen is blown away even as someone attempts to reposition it, the repair-mouse taking a nasty wound from the shrapnel and being dragged into the wheelhouse for treatment. "Motherfuckers!" Leyanne shouts, the Bofors gunners aborting their reconfiguration and blasting with wild abandon at the airborne foes. "Motherfucker!" She repeats towards Dogger, pushing the throttles right to their stops. "Take the wheel!" She snarls, going below decks. When she comes back out, she's carrying something. At first glance, it looks like an oil drum, but closer examination it's revealed to be a depth charge. With a time-fuse crammed into the fuse well, rather than the usual pressure pistol. "Get me... about fifty metres away from the cunt!" Leyanne snarls to her temporary helmsmouse. When she's within range, she smirks "I saw this trick in a movie once" She comments. In her right hand, she's holding the charge by some kind of axle. Her left hand is holding onto the handle, and it begins to turn, spinning the depthcharge up to speed as she hauls back in preparation to throw. The spinning gets faster and faster, until her cybernetic hand is a blur. "Only... the dude performing it... was flying a LANCASTER!" The last word is a shout of effort as she just pitches the back-spinning depth charge at Dogger Bank. Thanks to its backspin it skips like a stone, bouncing several times across the water - and indeed the beach beyond - to hopefully smack against Dogger, and detonate. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Dogger is wounded, beaten and losing parts of her rigging. The vector beams from Evangeline tag many of her fighters out of the air. Orchid's spiders snagging some others while shots from the Bofors leave several more trailing smoke, and crashing down into the water after a brief struggle to stay airborne.     She's then beset by buzzsaws from behind, and an angry spinning DCC from in front, the blades tearing into her body and spraying black ichor in all directions.     That's when something changes. The Leviathan gives a roar of defiance, as the sun slips below the horizon and light leaves the world, save for those glowing molten metal lines on the giant construct.     It warps, reforging itself into some kind of giant lizard... at least in part. The head is malformed and the neck more snake-like, as it opens a burning maw. The roar that follows is as much force as it is sound, washing out in a potent red laser to try and clear the Princess of her attackers. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne looks to her driver as she recovers from her throw, watching the depth charge smack home and detonate. Barnes Wallace would have been proud. And then Dogger turns into a giant, laser- Komodo Dragon. "Turn us around! Emergency power, flank speed!" She says, with a note of worry in her voice. She drops to the deck and grabs on tight as the mouth-laser fires. Leeroy himself is actually untouched by the lasers themselves. The same cannot be said for her crew. The electromagnetic backwash, combined with the deafening roar and closer range, has every Martian on the ship writhing around on the deck, trying to clutch both their antennae and ears... and finding they have entirely insufficient hands. It's as if they've come under psychic attack... and for the moment, they are crippled. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline is caught in the sweeping beam attack and once again sent spiraling toward the water. She almost hits it this time, and actually flails a moment before she manages to catch herself and take back to the sky. One of her legs hits the water and there is a metallic screech of fear before she rockets upward, trying to get as far from the water as possible. This time as she stops the leg that didn't hit the water is the limb of hers that is reforming. That silver shimmer steadily flows down once more, following the invisible silhouette of her leg as it reforms the lost limb. "...what is that...?" she radios even as she powers up again. "...is this the power of a princess-type...?"      Her answer to that hate beam is an angry beam of her own. Energy from her arms and her remaining leg gathers in front of her, concentrating into a huge orb of sinister red energy. Luckily it is not really powered by emotions, just her core. "...You leave us little choice..." she says, then unleashes a beam as thick as she is tall. Anyone who is able to receive radio signals would get a klaxxon-type warning of incoming artillery. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Lexicon comes out of her spin in a crouch, skidding to a halt several paces past Dogger. She whirls about, the axe sweeping up and then down to one side, scattering ichorous blood across the Leviathan's hull, "Now that I've got your attention--" She cuts off when the ship itself reconfigures and fixes her with its killing intent. Her response is to thrust her axe to one side, her free hand to the other, "MOTHERFUCKER, BRING IT ON! WAR GHOSTS, KILLER FISH, SHIP DRAGONS, GIVE ME ALL YOU GOT!"     The beast disgorges its laser, enveloping the DCC in hateful crimson light. Something screeches unnaturally in the cone of pain, and the dragon's roar is soon joined by a raising crescendo of rage. And out of the beam comes a sheet of blackened, pitted armor-- torn from the Leviathan's hull. This is thrown aside, revealing Lexicon, covered in cracks and gouges of damaged code all over her body.     And she's not slowing down.     "You said your kind runs on anger? You feed on it, right? You get stronger?!" she shouts as she rapidly approaches Dogger Bank, "DRINK IT IN, THUNDERTITS! YOU'RE FIGHTING A GODDESS!" Her axe is swept back, the blade expanding with an icy covering. It expands again, the cutting edge doubling in size, "YOU'RE GONNA NEED ALL THE HELP YOU CAN GET! HARD BREAK!" 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      The EM blast that hits the crew also hits Orchid, her sensitive radios catching the blast on multiple bands. There are things that Orchid does not light. Among those things is jamming, using lots of whatever signal wave to overwhelm sensors. It gives her such a headache when it's used on her... but the Leroy has some powerful search lights. And the fact that it is sundown, when day and night are fighting for control of the light switch of the heavens... Yes, Orchid has no choice but to aim those lights at the eyes of the monster. 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:'''     The punishment mounts. Dogger is... Strong. Morgan will admit at least that much. Even being hewn into by blades and bombs from all sides isn't enough to sink her. And then, it seems as though they've run out of time. The sun sinks down beneath the distant horizon, blanketing the world in darkness.     The Leviathan unfolds and transforms, revealing its true, awful form. Morgan whispers a curse under his breath as baleful crimson light consumes the sea. Jets of steam erupt as the ocean's surface flash-boils. The roar of screaming wind is deafening...! And in its wake, as that light fades, the paladin of the raven god is... ...Gone...? No. Something's wrong. His presence is still here, that undeniable sense of supernatural unease that follows him around is /still here./ And growing. Expanding. Then, they might notice-- The stars glow with unsettling, sickly light. The moon is larger and more vividly brilliant than it aught to be. "I figured we were on a tight schedule," Morgan murmurs, appearing nearby, standing atop the glassy, jet-black seas. "But damn, that /hurt/." Part of his body is... gone. His shoulder and chest have been savaged, torn to tatters. His left arm hangs limply from an inky black tendril. Morgan frowns, lifting his one good hand. Whorls of darkness swirl around Dogger's form... and lash out, looking to anchor her in place as Morgan hops forward across the water's surface. "But I've glimpsed the depths of your rage. Now, maybe, you can let it go." "And if can't," Morgan murmurs, reaching out to brush his fingers against Dogger's cheek... Before suddenly going to clench them over her face. "Then I'll just have to lend you a hand!" Here, under the night's sky, beneath the very incarnation of Bendigeid's sacred domain. Morgan does to Dogger what he once did to a little ship named Leander... And reaches in, his divinity surging to try and pry away the hatred and sorrow bundled up inside this ship-shaped husk...! 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Hate lasers? Those are quite the thing in the multiverse she has learned and she's damn lucky it's not focused at her. Still, she catches the backwash of it and it's not very nice the cyborg is only able to push on through this. She's got a few other tricks, she' brought other weapons. She now moves to summon them. THe ARMED suit has four arms and in one of the human-sized one is Kotone's Matter Manipulator and out of it, she pulls her MEK Trooper Railgun into the larger sets off hand. She levels both weapons the railgun interfaces with her armours targeting system and Kotone locks on to the Princess then she opens fire, the machine canon lets out a steady stream of fire, while the rail rifle fires shots at a steady pace, the remaining missiles she has fire as well seeking her out. "This is going to end here one way or another!" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Electromagnetics. Major weakness when your deelieboppers can sense RF and microwaves. And a laser that powerful is going to have a lot of backwash in other frequencies... but once the laser has actually stopped firing, the mice recover. They're hurting... they've all got migranes, and many of them have actually hurt their own antennae in an attempt to block out the 'noise'. "Give the bitch the General Gala maneuver." Leyanne growls, through the pain... and the anger it causes her, as she hauls herself back to her feet. Her antennae have retracted into her helmet, and are refusing to come out. They nod, training every weapon on Leeryoy's frame onto Dogger's form. Even a torpedo is towards the beach near one of Dogger's legs. A hail of .50-cal, 20mm and 40mm gunfire. Two more exocets, at such close range they can't miss. And to top it all off, as Leeroy crosses in front of its face... Leyanne attempts to lob another depth charge down its throat. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     The Fortress Breaker lives up to its name. It slams into the transformed Leviathan, punches through the armour and detonates the insides, gutting the thing and causing it to let out a grinding sound as a death rattle, before something else explodes within and the whole things ruptures like an over-ripe orange.     The Princess herself is beset by Lexicon's Hard Break, the strike sending her skidding backwards across the water, into Morgan's dark embrace. Locked down as she is, she's easy pickings for Kotone's barrage, unable to even try to intercept the missiles as Orchid blinds her with the spotlights.     And then the Leeroy swings back around and throws everything at the crippled Princess. The torpedo detonates, tearing flesh and shredding metal, the machine guns pepper her frame and the exocets finish the job.     Morgan would feel something 'give' in the trapped Abyssal, and she slips beneath the water, the Depth Charge adding insult to injury....     Though, something unexpected would show up on sonar. A fast moving contact moving to the sinking Princess, merging, then fleeing at high speed... curious. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Evil has fled, but there's more to do. Orchid puts her hands on her head, trying to squish her thoughts into line. Then she turns to the Sonar scope, in time to watch the fleeing contact vanish. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' The Martians watch Dogger Bank go down with quiet satisfaction, Leeroy nosing back around to rejoin the fleet and dropping out of plane Leyanne returns to the seat and eases the throttles back. "I hate huge lasers." she grumbles. "Always got so much fucking backwash..." However the sight of Leander, still confused but... no longer Abyssal, she smiles, pulls a beer from the cooler next to the helm, and presses it against her forehead a moment before cracking it, and raising it in a toast. "Welcome back." 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     In the aftermath of Dogger's defeat and escape, and Lexicon's furious roar of frustration, the DCC now floats back to Yamashiro. Her axe disappears in a flicker of pixellated light as the girl descends. It's about a meter above deck when her transformation fades, and a brunette is what touches down rather than Silver Soul.     Tiredly, now, Lexicon leans against one of the great battleship's railings. Gripping it for support, she lifts her other hand to examine the cracked, damaged code. It's already slowly repairing itself, with damaged sections steadily converting from red to white as bypasses are implemented.     Hand dropping to her side, Lexicon glances out over the sea once more, "...This'll be great material for my next novel, at least." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline, even after the princess sinks, stays far above the water. Seems she got close enough for one day. "...I will...remain up here...to...escort the fleet..." she says over the radio, then heads back toward Yamashiro as well. But. she doesn't come down. She just stays high in the air above Yamashiro. "...did we lose anyone...either here or in the fleet...?" she asks. 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' Something gives way in the Abyssal's heart before she's snatched away. Morgan frowns as the tendrils of night draw back and the sky seems to... Calm down, somewhat. The moon and stars seem to return to their usual lustre. Morgan breathes a long sigh, reaching over to shove his half-severed limb back up into the rat's nest of writhing darkness that seems to fill much of his body. "Ahhhh damn, that sucks. Hhh." Morgan sighs again and rises from the sea's surface, his body dissolving into shadow as he takes flight... ...And lands on Yamashiro's deck, not far from the injured data-goddess. "Hey," Morgan says, patting her shoulder, "You did good. Nice work." There's... A soothing pulse that lingers when the weird crow-guy (still missing a good portion of his upper body, mind) draws his hand away. It's not much, but... It's almost like Lexicon just popped a few painkillers. "We'll just have to make sure she can't get away the next time." 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Touching Lexicon draws a look of ire from Lexicon, perhaps as a reflex considering she relaxes rather quickly. Whether that's the effect of the magic Morgna used or just Lexicon being on edge is unclear. Her eyes close with a sigh and she turns to rest her back against the railing.     "Yeah. I'll freeze the ocean so she can't sink into it, next time. I did it to her lackey but didn't think to this time." 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' "Pfft. Yeah I guess that's one way to handle it," Morgan laughs and resists the urge to reach over and fluffle this one's hair. It... Would probably get his hand cut off. He could grow that back, but still. No need to worry about that if he doesn't gotta. "I was thinking of just holding her down harder, but she was pretty strong, huh." "Name's Morgan, by the way. Good to meet you." 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     "Lexicon," the DCC volunteers, glancing back at the writhing mass of darkness that was once a man, "With enemies that strong, you gotta use everything at your disposal." Her eyes return to the sea, "Lessons to be learned. I got too wound up and wasn't thinking strategically." 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' Hey, in Morgan's defense, he's still /mostly/ a man. Just... Also a significant portion of him is a writhing mass of darkness. The part that's still a man laughs and scratches at the back of his head. "Yeah, no I hear you. I think we went pretty all out overall though. I mean, except for literally freezing the ocean." Beat. "So uh. Goddess, huh? How's that working out?" 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Lexicon pauses, glancing back at Morgan, "Mm? I'm a Drive Core Controller. I manage the administrator operations of Britannica, a city in the System. I'm also its protector." Her eyes close with a shrug, "The people sometimes call me a goddess, their divine guardian, and I live in a cathedral."     An eye opens and she regards him, "You have a problem with it?" 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:'''     Wow all of those words just fly right over Morgan's squiggly, night-blotchy tentacle head. What's a drive? A Core controller? A System!?!? Morgan just kind of smiles and nods. "Ah, not so much, not so much. As long as you aren't, like, stomping ruthlessly all over their hopes and dreams or anything, it's fine. Just keeping an eye out for divinity from other lands is all." "Though I guess I'm more of an... avatar, I guess? Rather than actually... personally divine. The difference is pretty academic anymore." 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     "What the--" Lexicon's expression is legitimately shocked by Morgan's words, blinking wide-eyed, "Stomping ruthlessly..." She hunches forward into a defensive posture, her lip curling, "Why the fuck would I do that?! Grimm started his dream restaurant last week. Bossanova published her latest novel in a book series she's been nursing for years. Codex even got an A on her magic test!"     Placing a hand over her chest, Lexicon's shouting again, "Their accomplishments are proof of my quality as a DCC, protecting and guiding them, why the hell would I crush those dreams that are the very proof I'm doing a good job!?" 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' "Wh--" Morgan agogs at this... This tiny little dynamo of righteous rage. "--Pff--" Oh God, no, he can't. He can't stop the laugh. "Pffahahaha! No! Wow, I really put my foot in my mouth. No, no I was just trying to imply that I, like, go out and deal with that kind of thing on the regular. I mean, I obviously have nothing to worry about with you, right?" Well. Now he doesn't, anyway. "Some of the ones from back home, you see," Morgan explains, leaning back against Yamashiro's guardrail, "They don't think the way you do. That's why I made a joke about it. I shouldn't have, you obviously care a lot about your people, and I can respect that." "Sorry," he snickers, scratching awkwardly at his cheek, "Don't get to talk to many not-crazy deities anymore. Let me introduce myself again. Morgan Berselius, Chosen of Bendigeid the God of Night and I guess also his avatar, anymore. Pleased to meet you, o' good goddess." 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     When Morgan starts laughing, Lexicon straightens her back, her face turning red with an even more intense outburst starting to erupt. Until it becomes clear he's laughing at himself. And apologizing. She almost seems to deflate, the rage bomb successfully disarmed. She lets it out as a sigh, eyes closed.     "Then don't meet Theurgus, she's as crazy as they come. Good friend of mine and reliable where it counts, though." A deep breath is taken, and she lets it out slowly, leaning back and looking skyward, "Well, I'm always happy to be a good example." 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' This little goddess is like a teeny volcano. He can see the IMPOSSIBLE RAGE building up inside her, the pressure becoming almost too much to bear...! And then it all kind of goes away and she deflates like a big red balloon. "As long as she's not set-fire-to-the-village levels of crazy, I'm sure it'll be fine," Morgan says with another laugh. At least it looks like his torso's finally putting itself back together. "Well! I really should be off. I just wanted to say hi before going in to put my bits back where they're supposed to be." Morgan pushes off the rail and begins heading back toward Yamashiro's interior. "I'm sure we'll sea each other again later. Till then!" 
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6106/Dogged Engagement

2018-10-22T03:55:22Z

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|Date of Scene=2018/10/21
|Location=Hikari Sea Port - Main Courtyard
|Synopsis=It's time for the final battle. But first a path must be cleared to get to the Mistress of Deception, Dogger Bank.

A single group of Abyssals stand between the Hikari fleet and their goal, thanks to efforts of local military forces.
|Cast of Characters=685, 1100, 6384, 998, 457, 7, 6716
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Mission Time -2hours. Location: Grimsby FOB, RN Adjunct attending.     Shigure, Yuudachi, Kuma and Yamashiro are stood around a large table with a local map of the channel and North Sea. The map has various markers of known movements, and a very large marker showing where the Princess' Leviathan ran aground and became beached. "Before we engage the Princess, we should clear out some of the smaller formations, so we don't get caught in a crossfire." Yamashiro says, moving blue markers to touch the clusters of red, opening a parting in the formation which Kuma then pushes another cluster of blue markers through. "The Princess has unknown capabilities. We don't even know what archetype she fills, so we should stack as many advantages as we can in our favour."     Shigure nods, and the Royal Navy adjunct points to the map further north nearer to Scotland. "We have a flotilla at anchor at Aberdeen. They will come and strike from the north once we have engaged the enemy. The force is not large, but we can strike from beyond the Abyssal's gun range so long as they remain surfaced." he says, placing a cluster of ten markers on the board to the north. "The French have also pledged three of their submersibles to harrass the eastern flank in concert with your offensive."     Shigure nods in thanks, then looks at the others around the table. "Anyone else have ideas. Opinions or suggestions?" she asks in that soft tone of hers. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne listens to Shigure and the Royal Navy guy. "The Royal Navy's really hamstrung 'till the Lizzie comes online isn't she?" Leyanne asks the Adjunt, referring to the aircraft carrier that hasn't got its planes yet. "Do you guys have radar that can provide me with exocet locks? If you can paint targets, it lets us chuck more in the initial salvo, with our torpedoes." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid is among those there, having been involved in earlier stages of this struggle, and wanting to see it through to the end. She looks at the map with unfocused eyes, trying to take everything in, trying to see the whole, while others look at the details. "What is the Princess after?" she muses. "Last time we underestimated her, well." The capture of one of their own is not something to dwell on. "If we try and nip off her patrols, will she gather the rest together? Try and hit something on the coast before we can take them out?"      "Leyanne, if they give me access to their radar data, I can format it for exocet locks, no issue," she says to the jumbo mouse. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne gives a thumbs-up to Orchid. "Bueno, appreciated. Once we get close we've got our own radar, but we couldn't fit a longer-range radar on Leeroy without compromizing his aerodynamics. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Examining the map, Lexicon cradles her chin in one hand. The other supports her elbow, her brow knit in thought, "I can provide air support while transformed, but I can't get too far from my relay. It's also a pain to carry. I'll be leaving it with one of the surface ships." Leaning forward a bit, she lowers her hand and gestures, "As for the plan-- It seems like if the Navy is attacking the north flank, the enemy will break off to engage you. I'd advise doing exactly this-- and drag them out of formation. If they're busy chasing you, then we'll have a clearer shot up the middle."     She nods once, "Same with the French submarines. Drawing away the south flank reduces pressure on the main force. And I'd definitely advise against a direct engagement in both cases. Turn and run, and attack enough that they don't lose interest and return to the fleet."     Leaning back, Lexicon returns to cradling her chin, more in regards to Orchid, "That's exactly why we only have one shot at this. She'll probably figure it out before too long as it is, and then it falls on her subordinates to follow the order while still being shot at." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      "...I can provide aerial recon..." the little Neuroi known as Evangeline says once Leyanne has asked her question. "...I am equipped with a full sensor suite...linking to the intel network is easy for me...I can also provide aerial bombardment to increase pressure on enemy forces on the surface...I cannot engage underwater targets...but I should be able to help pinpoint them..."      She pauses a moment, then tilts her head likely. "...the Princess's powers are unknown...I could also move in as a scout and test her abilities before the bulk of the fleet arrives..." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' So here she was again and she looked to Shigure for a moment thinking for a moment. "If she's in large form should we consider boarding and sabotage actions or just a direct fight?" Kotone seems to have been thinking fairly hard on that little bit, for the moment and wants to see what Shigure thinks on that. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne blinks. At the mention of boarding actions, she sends a text message to her crew. Down at Grimsby Docks, the crew of the Leeroy Jenkins suddenly stop what they're doing and rush off to the nearest sports shop to stock up. They come out looking like they'd taken fashion advice from Ghengis Khan. 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' There's an unfamiliar face in the proceedings, though to say that it's gathered around the table reviewing the strategic overlay is... Not exactly accurate. Instead, it's just looking half-asleep in one corner of the room, resting on a pair of arms draped lazily over a backwards chair. "Can't we just, like..." the sleepy face yawns, then... gestures, vaguely. Super vaguely. Extra vaguely. "Barrel straight through? I mean. We'll be running in pretty much blind anyway, right?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "We have all six members of the Daring-class and four of the Duke-class on station... the Queen Elizabeth is, indeed still awaiting her aircraft. We will have air cover provided from RAF Waddington and RAF Scampton, as well as airbases in France providing their own strikes... our fighters have proven effective in combat with Abyssal aircraft before during a prior incursion by the Battleship Princess." replies the Adjunct to Leyanne. "The Daring-class have the latest RADAR and LIDAR arrays available. We can provide radiation tracking for your missiles."     Shigure fields Orchid's question. "So far she seems to be waiting for something... probably us after her radio chatter. Previous Princess encounters would indicate that the unengaged elements would rally to their leader. This is why we are striking at all sides at once to reduce the likelihood of any of them breaking off to reinforce."     Lexicon has the idea in mind already, earning a nod from both Shigure and the Adjunct. Evangeline then earns a frown. "If you push too far ahead and engage the Princess before we're in position it could ruin the entire plan and she could recall her fleet to reinforce her position." says Yamashiro, gently placing a hand on the littlest Neuroi's shoulder "Air support can use my Ocean Fit for a launching and resupply point... but we will need you overhead, not chasing the boss." she adds, looking to Lexicon to include her.     "So far, the Princess seems to be standing atop the wreck of her Leviathan, poi... I think it's part of her, poi." says Yuudachi, looking at Kotone. Then Morgan pipes up, and Yuudachi bristles, her hair lifting up and billowing a bit, like she just immersed in water. She leaves the table, and kicks the chair, grabbing Morgan by scarf. "Rushing in got me captured and nearly killed. We do this properly. Got it?" 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      "Yeah, we're hoping to take advantage of the enemy's disorder, not present them with our own," Orchid comments, finding Yuudachi's response accurate and reasonable. "Specifically, if we can take out their detached scouts, we'll have a better chance of taking the Princess by surprise, as well as buying time for our own side to get into position. Unless..." Orchid gets a worried look. "Could this princess be playing decoy? Yet we can't afford to just leave her to her own doings..." She hums, walking around the map table. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline nods lightly as Yamashiro explains her role in the battle. "...understood..." she says in her usual soft tone. "...I was just worried...because when my world's navy engages a Neuroi without knowing what the enemy Neuroi's abilities are...it results in substantial losses..." Of course, who can tell if she is worried or not with that featureless face of hers. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne listens carefully, nodding. "Where do you want Leeroy?" She asks, glancing at her phone as her crew report they're back on board and launch ready. 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' Morgan stares at this strange, almost puppy-like girl as she hoists him bodily by the scarf. His expression is, uh. ...Unimpressed. "Wow, scary-scary~" the bescarfed young man sing-songs and sort of wiggles his fingers around, then lets them fall. "Do you normally threaten people who offer their help?" Morgan asks with an arched brow. He shrugs, then. "Well, I guess war does make people forget their manners." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne looks to Evangeline, nodding softly. "We'll be doing the best we can. The fast ones like you and me, when the French and English forces have drawn off the patrols, we can move in just ahead of the main force and get what intel we can.." She looks to Morgan. "She wasn't threatening you, she was warning you." 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' "I've been around the block long enough to know that kickin' a guy's chair out from under him and grabbing him by his very valuable scarf either means she's threatening me, or is trying to seduce me," Morgan answers with yet another shrug. "I mean, I'm okay with either." 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     "Oi," Lexicon barks over her shoulder at Morgan and Yuudachi, "Save it. She's had a rough time with this bitch already, and maybe you're on to something." She glances back to the map with a frown, "I mean, aside from trying to draw away the small fry, 'charging in blind' is basically what we're doing."     There's a flicker of digitized white light as Lexicon produces a metal staff, topped with a pale gemstone. She leans on this while considering Yamashiro's words, "That works for me. You're pretty solid, this thing can just sit in a jackstaff bracket or something and I won't have to worry about you sinking and leaving me all wet." A sidelong glance towards Leyanne, "It always felt kinda dicey leaving it on the speedboat. No offense." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne chuckles "You go how you're best, Lexicon. No offense taken." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa looks to Shigure and nods for a moment "Understood Ma'me." A good point she hasn't thought of had been raised, she seems to have accepted this point. Shes going to go suit up and get ready for this fight as she knows things are going to be pretty darn serious. She won't be on the water in the normal sense no she's bringing more firepower by piloting her ARMED suit which she'll with help from Leyanne will be riding about on the Leeroy's deck. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid chuckles at the interactions between Yuudachi and Morgan. "If it was your intent to break the tension, good. But we'd rather not die because someone we trusted did something stupid, okay?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     "Yuudachi. Put him down. You don't know where he's been." says Shigure in her soft voice, tone edging towards disinterest, much like Morgan's own. Yuudachi just bristles a bit longer, then unceremoneously lets go of the scarf and stalks away; returning to her position at the table. "When are we going to get to kill things, poi." she grouses, looking super grumpy.     Kuma leans over to Leyanne. "Kuma thinks Tinymouse would work best with the lead strikers, kuma~." she says, indicating the map and the clusters of markers right up in the Abyssal's proverbial grills.     Shigure meanwhile pats Yuudachi on the shoulder consolingly, then looks around the group. "It seems we have at least the bones of a plan laid out. Gear up, we launch in twenty minutes." she says, barring anyone else putting their opinion in, or goading her fleet members some more. "We always end up fighting a new Abyssal practically blind. It does not help our case that she has worked mostly through proxies rather than facing us herself until now. Samar was far more direct. Dogger Bank seems to fit more in Midway's camp of thought." muses the destroyer, before turning to leave. "We shall find victory on the Dawn Horizon." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline turns her head to look at Morgan and Yuudachi, then back at Shigure. "...we will win...and maybe be able to save a few Abyssals along the way..." she says. "...should I immediately deploy to the air...or remain on deck until we are closer to the engagement point..." She then tilts her head slightly. "...what does 'seduce' mean...?" One can hardly blame a strange, jet black, floating alien thing for not knowing. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid nods. She'll catch a ride with Leyanne, and help make sure the communications links are working properly. "And seduction is what one adult does to another that they want to be intimate with," she explains truthfully to Eva... if not completely. 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' Morgan flops back into his chair as he's released. Didn't that thing get kicked over like, a second ago? Eh, it's fine. Don't worry about it. It's back up now. It's just a thing that happened, you see. There might have been some kind of spooky shadow-hand that went and righted it before he dropped back into it. What a cheater. "I'll explain when you're older," Morgan says over to this strange floating alien thing. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Lexicon nods once, "Right. Kite away the flanks and roar up the middle, ready for a beating." The staff she produced is lifted up, and the DCC turns to depart for the loadout dock. She'll have to wait until Yamashiro is a ship to plant her relay and transform. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne nods in agreement with Kuma. "Sounds like a plan." She says. "Be a chance to check out Leeroy's new plating. With the extra weight we've been able to squeeze six or seven knots out of her. And we've shrouded the outer props withsome aimable ducts so we're about three and a half knots faster despite the armour." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid asides to Leyanne, "I know the stuff is hard to work with, but have you tried hyperglass yet?" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne nods "Little bit, w'ere looking to that for Stage 2. Gonna start with some parts of the drivetrain... Steve, the guy at the local AFB who does all the work on the jets, reckons that he's got a milling machine that can cut hyperglass, if we're careful. He's thinking of carving a full turbine disc assembly. We've already coated the inside of the combustors with hyperglass ceramic and it's done wonders for the heat tolerance. Now the limiting factor's starting to be the turbines themselves." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline tilts her head slightly at Orchid's explanation. "...like...if they want to hug...? ...am I supposed to do something else before I hug someone...?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Mission Time +-0. Water outside Grimsby harbour.     Shigure stands on Yamashiro's foredeck, the Battleship having transformed on reaching deep enough waters. Yuudachi is nearby, and Kuma is perched on one of the main turrets, her ahoge twitching and curling oddly as she radiates radar.     Radio chatter is alive with reports, situation stats, updates on positions and other suchlike. Seems the French are just about in position to engage, and the English fleet has already had some overflights from Abyssal scouts. "Movement on the north flank. Two squadrons have broken off from the main group and are moving to engage the English fleet. Contact in about thirty minutes." reports Shigure over local comm. She stamps her foot twice on the deck, and Yamashiro lumbers forwards, smoke belching from her stacks as she rounds the little penninsula. Turrets rotate, causing Kuma to hop off her perch with a bit of a squeak.     "Contact. Spotter has smoke on the horizon, a Ru-class flanked by three cruisers. One Ri-class and two He-class. Smaller contacts, cannot verify classification. Possible I-class or Ro-class." reports the Battleship, her voice metallic and a bit echoy from somewhere inside the bulk of her Ocean Fit. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' It took the mice about ten minutes to get Leeroy up and running. First the diesel engine is started to power the compressor... then his turbines are brought online one by one. By 0 hour, the little PT boat is pulling out and joining with the advanced group. On board, the crew - mostly mice - have picked up a wide assortment of weapons. Baseball bats, golf clubs, crowbars, hockey sticks... theyre's even a cricket bat strapped across the back of one of the larger mouse-ogres manning the exocets; it has the words 'SHAUN SPECIAL' written across the front. In the driver's seat, Leyanne has the Captain's Bar, a two foot length of iron pipe with a lock-nut on one end, wrapped in chain on one side of her seat. On the other, her M2 browning, incase they do board and she's got to be mobile; she can't afford the steady-rig of her bushmaster getting in the way in the tight confines of a boarding action. She reaches up to grab her radio microphone. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Amidships, upon Yamashiro's massive bridge tower, Lexicon finds a good and sturdy place to plant her Resource relay. A bracket for flagstaffs during naval reviews fits the device handily, and keeps it exposed where it can transmit freely, while also keeping it secure so it doesn't just fall over and break in combat.     This securely mounted, the DCC turns and plants her foot on the lookout railing. With one step, she hauls herself up and over, hurling herself into the sky amidst a scattering of pixellated light. Just as she begins to fall, squared wings burst from her back, carrying Lexicon aloft while the rest of her outfit changes. Processors wink in around her shoulders, hips, and legs mid-flight, capped off by the headpieces. A hand holds out, fingers splayed. When she closes them, the haft of her weapon has already appeared, and a second later the gleaming crescent blade of her axe ignites.     "Airborne and ready to break shit of varying importance." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Along with Leyanne is Orchid, who is running the intel station. This mostly means making sure the radar data are getting to fire control; they may get a long distance shot off, which is Orchid's favorite way of fighting.      As for Orchid herself, she's fairly comfortable; outside of the abyssal depths, she's good with water... even if she's more sink than swim. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' One of the mice offers Orchid an aircrew survival vest; it's got an emergency inflation system that acts as a lifevest. 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' It's finally time to go. Aaaaaand Morgan is nowhere to be found. Well, no. That's not quite accurate. A smokey shadow flits over the glittering waves, moving in lazy, irregular arcs. It's... /almost/ featureless, though not quite. It makes no sound as it flies, stirs not even a ripple in the water. Instead, it seems to simply exult in the process of flight, spreading a pair of black wings wide over the wine dark sea. The nearest thing that anyone who /looks/ at the thing can tell is that it's some kind of massive, smokey raven. The thing streaks over Yamashiro's bridge and tucks into a quick roll before darting off toward the distant horizon, for parts unknown-- no. Wait. It's... it's... making a bee-line straight for the Abyssal formation. H...uh. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Leyanne has something new today on board, Kotone in her ARMED Suit which would make her quite tall a good nine to ten feet suited up int his thing it's carrying a heavy machine canon of some sort, and has missile packs on it's back for the moment, Kotone was ready to bring some serious firepower today, which she feels would be of more use, also if a boarding action is needed she'll need the firepower and systems it has for it. Given they must no screw around today. <<Leyanne? Orchid I'm set>> 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Once they set out, Evangeline takes up position above and slightly ahead of Yamashiro to try and provide some advanced warning if anything tries to ambush them. What she spots instead is...something from their side advancing on the Abyssals. She tilts her head slightly, then her quiet voice filters in over the radios. "...we seem to have a friendly advancing in the manner I was advised against...should I intercept...?" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Morgan's flight takes him directly towards the enemy Battleship and her escorts. The two He-class light cruisers lift gun-arms up, and start lobbing flak at the smokey shadow, giving their position away from muzzle flashes. The Ru-class holds her own fire, only letting the low caliber AA mounts flash tracer fire into the air.     "Range 15000 yards. set elevation 24 degrees. bearing 2-5-3. Stagger fire. Incline barrels Plus-Minus 2 degrees for first volley. All hands, action stations. Set condition one throughout the fleet. This is not a drill." Yamashiro calls out, her turrets shifting into firing position.     Shigure and the others leap over the railings, hitting the water and skating quickly away from the battleship, taking up a wedge-shaped vanguard a few hundred yards in front of her bow. "Main gunports. FIRE!" The turrets of the battleship roar to life, staggering their shots along the length of the ship, causing blast waves to ripple from the power of the shells being launched. "All points. Engage at will. More enemies will be coming to check this disturbance out soon."     And then, that voice ripples across the ocean, like the sea itself were mocking them. "And so, the little rats scurry through the maze, lost and alone. They behold the face of their mistress and balk at her majesty. Know that I am the alpha and the omega. I am the beginning, and the end. Come face me if you dare. I shall be waiting." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      "Again?" Orchid asks of the open air. "I mean, seriously, again? All you can think to try and creep us out is comparing us to animals, and boasting of your own power? I mean, at this point it's practically background white noise." No, she isn't impressed. "I mean, there's this guy, barely did as much as you try to, and REALLY unsettling." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      It seems Evangeline misunderstood things just a bit. She'll have to put that aside for now. Luckily it seems everyone else got the plan right. Evangeline hopes Major Sakamoto doesn't hear about this...      The order is given to engage, and Evangeline leaves contrails in the air as she takes off toward the enemy. The only sound she makes on approach is a metallic whisper like fingers moving across guitar strings. As the voice of the enemy rolls across the waves she tilts her head. "...is she talking about the other Abyssals...?" the Neuroi asks, confused. After all, none of the fleet seems Dogger Bank as their mistress, nor are they balking at her majesty. That sounds like something the Princess's underlings would do.      Evangeline gets in range quickly and holds out her sleeve-like arms. A menacing red light gathers at their ends for a few seconds before...she unleashes a powerful beam nearly as thick as she is tall. She rakes it across the enemy line, trying to damage as many units as she can. Wherever the beam hits there is a powerful explosion, and where it hits the waves it produces a veritable wall of water for a few seconds. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     That smug, self-satisfied voice. There are few things that rile Lexicon up quite as much as talking down to her, and this Dogger Bank princess has been mashing that button in every interaction. The DCC bares her teeth, crimson eyes narrowing. Her axe is swept back, a magic circle filled with binary code materializing beneath and slightly behind her, "Getting awful tired of that."     Magic gathers along the blade of her weapon, and Lexicon swings it in a broad arc. Orbs are scattered, glowing and silver. Lex continues her motion into a full turn, so that those same orbs can get smashed into motion by a second sweep of her axe, "GEFAHRLICHSTERN!"     Her target isn't the Abyssal fleet, directly. Remembering how it fouled up Jutland in the last fight, Lexicon's aimed her frozen projectiles into the sea ahead of the fleet's path. The result won't be as dramatic as her Latent Katastrophe, but a few small icebergs should hinder their ability to maneuver. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa is on the deck of the Leeroy and she's now sighting the targets as she closes she levels the machine canon and opens fire with controlled burst on the enemy ship and looks for vital points like turrets and launch bays. The shells will go flying as Kotone is just opening up for the moment. "Alpha and Omega huh?" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne growls quietly "Arm weapons." is all Leyanne has to say in respone to Dogger. The two mice with exocets bring their launchers online and start hunting for the radar from the British ships. On deck, the four torpedo tubes are re-loaded, while the Bofors gun tracks back and forth, then up and down as the gunners test their mechanism. Leuanne nods approvingly, pushing the throttles forward. She weaves the nose back and forth to stay with her group, for the moment, but it's clear she just wants to give it beans and start causing havoc. 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' The sky lights up, casting the shadow-crow into stark contrast against the brilliant, bursting shells. Clouds of flak smoke mix with the contrails of shadow trailing from the crow's wings. It twists and swoops through the plumes of gunsmoke, diving down, down, down into a veritable storm of deadly firepower. It may be intangible, but it's making a clear attempt to avoid as much of the gunfire as possible. But, ultimately, its goal is not just to occupy the hail of anti-air fire and flak shells. It gives out a single, keening cry and dives into them, and then... Explodes. No, not quite. It expands, filling the world around the Abyssal formation with a the raw essence of night. It's like a dome of the night sky opens up around the ships-- and as the veil of night falls, so too does a... preternatural calm. The promised peace of restful sleep. Morgan falls out of the sky, a dim, ghostly light radiating from a lantern clutched in his right hand. His left is wreathed with viscous, dark energies. He descends towards one of the He-classes and reaches out. Power washes out of his palm, waves of holy shadow rippling outward and toward the twisted warship...! But will it work? 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Well, this is an interesting mix. Yamashiro's shells rain down amongst the formation, one spearing clean through one of the smaller Destroyers and making it founder as black ichor spills from it. An overpenetration, but apparnetly hitting something vital as the ship lists and falls out of formation. The other shots rock the formation as swells of displaced water explode upwards in between them, some of the Abyssals coming out the other side with black ichor leaking from wounds, and a few new marks etched into their metallic segments.     Evangeline's beam adds to the disruption of the formation, breaking them up and isolating them so their AA fire is less effective.     This allows Lexicon to ice up one of the He-class, the icy projectile slamming down just below the waterline and causing the ice to erupt around it, seizing up its limbs and causing it to slow to a crawl as it struggles. More ice spikes erupt around the rest of the formation, one I-class slamming face first into it and developing a list to port as it trails ichor.     RADAR lights up the Ru-class, and Exocets get a solid tone lock-on.     As Morgan descends on the He-class and begins blasting it with purification magic, the roar of jet engines begins to grow overhead... from the land behind them.     "This is Gryphon Lead to Hikari-Actual. Air strike inbound. Radar detecting incoming fighter craft." pause. "Dragon Lead to Gryphon Lead, we'll plow the road. RADAR lock, Fox 1!" Abyssal fighters come from the direction of the beached Leviathan, and a barrage of missiles come from behind the formation, taking several of the angular flying mouths out of the sky, trailing smoke. "Looks like it's a dogfight boys. Guns up, take them two on one. Gryphon, you are clear to proceed."     RAF Typhoons enter the fray, some ducking low to launch anti-ship missiles to bolster Leeryo's volley, while others tangle with the Abyssal fighter craft.     Meanwhile, Morgan's magic seems to work. The He-class screams, the voice going from a gutteral growling with reverb, to something /very/ much feminine and pained. "St-stop! I need my pain! Don't! NO!""W-wait... where am I? C-Commander? I..."     The He-class explodes... shedding the Abyssal rigging and form, and gaining a rather austre Royal Navy uniform. "L-Light Cruiser, Leander... ready for duty." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Okay, that wasn't something Orchid really expected. Oh, the signals from the ships she knew would be there, and locking onto those signals proves easy enough. What is less expected is how their new ally's magic seems to be purifying one of the abyssal fleet. Orchid still doesn't fully understand what can and can't be done with magic, but she knows her part in this. She locks the Exocets onto the other abyssal ships, transferring fire control to Leyanne. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' "We have tone!" A shout from the bow. Leyanne's about to tell them to get on with it when the first exocet shoots forward, its motor igniting once its clear of the boat and accellerating the missile towards the Ru-class. Leeroy's second missile isn't far away, skimming low across the water for the Ru-class. Leeroy kicks up a rooster-tail as he surges forwards, the nose rising up into the plane as Leyanne looks through the armoured slit in the armour over his front windows. There are a few crude targeting indicators on it, showing where Leyanne needs to put an enemy ship in order for her torpedoes to find it. The little boat moves to help defend Leander - although she's probably capable of defending hersef. As soon as an Abyssal target crosses the target indicators for the port or starboard side, Leyanne pushes a thumb-button on the wheel, sending a torpedo into the water. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      After the breaker beam attack, Evangeline shifts modes to her vectoring beams. Rather than a single huge beam, dozens of smaller and much more accurate beams start peppering the enemy. But, what happens with Morgan and the Abyssal who becomes Leander causes her to stop. She floats there for a few moments, looking at the rescued ship girl, then she looks at her own arms. "...how do I get a weapon that does that...?" she asks, her quiet voice carrying over the radios.      It is only a momentary reprieve for the enemy though, then Evangeline moves in quickly. Hovering right off the water, she puts herself physically between the new ship girl and the enemy, using her own shielding and weapons to try and get her free of the enemy formation. "...please head toward the other ship girls...there is no time to explain..." she says even as Abyssal attacks no doubt hit her shield, knocking the Neuroi around a bit and putting her dangerously close to the water. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Lexicon swings her legs forward, bringing herself to a hover as she stares down at the black dome created by Morgan's shadow magic. An arm raises to shield her face from the noise overhead, and her eyes lift to the RAF aircraft joining in at higher altitude. She nods once, returning her attention to the surface.     When Morgan just pops a regular person out of an abyssal cruiser. Her eyebrows knit, "What the fuck?"     With a grunt, she swings her axe back and hurls herself into a dive. Whatever that guy did, she has no way of knowing if it could work again-- and he's in the melee now. Doubtless, the crow guy is going to need a hand that close to everything. And there's apparently now someone that she immediately assumes to be confused and possibly defenseless at least for the moment.     Hauling out of her dive, Lexicon sweeps her axe forward, cleaving the top of one of the small icebergs she'd created earlier. A swift kick hurls the piece straight at the Ru-class, clearly the most heavily armed member of this forward fleet still in fighting condition. With Evangeline doing the body shield job, Lexicon simply follows up the ice chunk with about 40 kilos of Angry DCC With An Axe. 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' Few comforts remain to those who life on the blighted land of Othrys. Even the promise of sleep seems... Far-off and distant. And yet, its warden still lives, still works upon the world-- and now, worlds even beyond his own. Morgan reaches out, he /feels/ the pain and the anguish clinging to this spirit, this child of humanity. He feels it, and extends his will to the task of stripping it away. Just as a nightmare might pass into a sweet dream, the darkness seems to devour the hatred, pain and fear, leaving only... A girl, confused and ready, and yet... Morgan regards her with a calm smile, even as explosions burst all around them. "Leander," he says, reaching down to ruffle at her head, "You're in a spot of trouble, I'm afraid. Stay close, and keep an eye out for an opportunity to break away when you can. Do you see that ship in the distance?" He gestures, pointing at Yamashiro's far-off citadel, "They're your allies in this fight-- mmn?" The... strange alien girl thing moves to protect her. Morgan chuckles and waves, "Oh, there we go. Head back with her, I'll distract them." "After all," he says, voice darkening with barely veiled menace, "Once /she/ figures out what I just did, I'll probably have a great big target painted on my back. But that's fine! For one who thinks of herself as a god...!" Morgan rises, then, tearing toward the abyssal battleship on jet-black wings. Shadow races across the surface of the dark seas, twisting into vicious stakes of solidified darkness that rise to skewer the corrupt spirit's hull...! "The Chosen of a true God is as appropriate of an opponent as could be! Come on, you damned pretender! Come at me!" 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Everyone's firepower is being brought to bear on the enemy fleet they manage to bring one of the Abyssals down and then something happen she rises again as a Royal Navy ship and she can't help but smile a bit they manage to drag someone back from being an Abyssal to being her real self and she's keeping her weapons off the newly awakened ship spirit. "We'll give you cover to get to the main fleet as Eva has said." She calls out over her loudspeakers and she'll make ready for the leader as the battle is going and she'll turn her attention lending some more firepower against the remaining abyssals. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Morgan's words receive a reply.     Just sitting on the horizon, the massive bulk of the Leviathan can be seen, pockmarked and cratered, a husk of its former self... but it still has a few guns left, and these belch smoke, followed briefly by the thunder of their report. The shells take a bit longer to arrive, but are all targetted around Morgans position. "How quickly the tide turns~." even now she sounds so smug and in control.     Leander, meanwhile, looks around in confusion, short, bob-cut hair ruffled by Morgan. "Ah?" And then Evangeline comes down. Despite confusion, it doesn't take a genius to realize the strange black creature is on her side and she makes speed towards the Fifth Fleet.     The Leeroy's missiles strike the Ru-class, shattering one of the cannon shields and forcing the battleship to a knee. The follow up from Lexicon finishes the job, the ice missile knocking the other shield away, then the axe cleaving the woman in half, slipping quickly beneath the waves in a growing pool of ichor.     The Airstrike's missiles, and a few more cannon shells from Yamashiro finish off the rest of the forward fleet.     "HMS Daring to Hikari fleet. RADAR indicates the path is open. Good luck and good hunting, we will keep these blaggarts occupied for you." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:''' Orchid is doing stuff. Mostly some research in one window, while talking on the radio. A change like this needs to be understood, in how it changes the rules of engagement. 

:'''{{#var:6716|Morgan Berselius (6716)}} has posed:''' "Just because you're a boat doesn't mean I can excuse bad sea puns!" Morgan's voice has taken on an otherworldly quality, but the fury boiling underneath it is impossible to deny. Black wings carry him at breakneck speeds towards the massive hulk in the distance. Shells explode all around him, blasting vast columns of water into the sky. One explodes uncomfortably close, briefly swallowing the so-called chosen of night into a dome of flame and power... He emerges from the other end, an arm nearly torn clean off-- but shadows twist around the twisted, useless carcass of a limb. They surge outwards, twining over and into themselves until his arm is restored-- good as new. "I'm coming for you, pretender," Morgan snarls as he continues to advance, "We'll see how long that smugness will last...!" 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Shields knocked out of the way, it's down to Lexicon's axe to finish the battleship Ru-Class. Her weapon is brought up in a sweeping arc, fast enough to scatter oily ichor from the axe's mechanical exterior. Crimson eyes shoot a look towards the beached Leviathan in the distance. The gunfire is obvious, and the woman ascends. She presents the flat of her axe, braced by her free hand. Held at an angle, one of the shells impacts at midair.     This knocks Lexicon down and to one side, but also deflects the shell that impacted. It doesn't do much to protect Morgan-- who, thankfully, seems to be taking care of himself. Her specific intent was to knock the shell off-course that was most likely a threat to Leander and Evangeline.     Hands stinging, cracks in her external code visible down her arms, the DCC shoots a glower towards the Leviathan again, "Fuckin' losing and still acting like a winner. THERE'S A LIMIT TO EGOTISM, YOU KNOW!" 
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1099|Gilgamesh (1099)}} has posed:'''      Vale. High rise buildings and narrow streets cluster together, choking out the bright blue sky. Everywhere there are people; some of them normal humans, some of them animalesque Faunus, but all of them people, all of them going about their daily lives.      More than a few of those people turn their heads at the King of Heroes' passing.      He's dressed, for once, in almost normal clothes - a heavy black jacket, a white shirt, beige dress pants, black shoes. This surpassing rarity, Gilgamesh wearing clothes fit for the era he's living in, is almost entirely because of happenstance; the other night he happened to acquire some, and so he's decided to wear them out and see how they are. So far, he's forced to admit grudgingly to /absolutely no one/, they're actually quite comfortable. He may not like the modern era, but at least they've come up with some interesting stricks, every now and again.      They do very little to keep attention off him, but then, since when did the King of Heroes ever care about such things? His radiant aura shines like the sun as he walks through the streets of Vale. People whisper at his passing, wondering aloud if he's a new student, if he's a foreigner, what that strange power is. The demigod pays them no mind.      He has one destination in mind.      The King of Heroes stops a few people for directions. His questions are odd, but eventually he finds his way to the place he's waiting - a bench under a large clock. There, the King sits, arms and legs crossed, and begins to wait. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang got the message, rolled her eyes at the flowery language, then got herself ready to head out.     A short Bullhead trip later, and the blonde is walking down the exact same street the King of Heroes just did, hands in pockets as she strides along with a carefree gait. She doesn't really care how long she makes the guy wait, but she's not taking her time either.     The blonde brawler has a slight limp from the wounds she received during the Line shennanigans, but otherwise looks in good health. She's wearing her alternative outfit today, a white 'jacket dress' with a black undershirt, black stockings with garterbelts holding them up that disappear under her skirt and black dress boots. She has a shoulderjacket to cover them, and black fingerless gloves with Ember Celica dangling around her wrists as usual.     Once she spots Gilgamesh, she lifts a hand. "Ooooi." calling out with her trademark lopsided grin. "Heya, what's shakin'?" 

:'''{{#var:1099|Gilgamesh (1099)}} has posed:'''      The King stands as she arrives. There's a moment of confusion visible across the ancient young demigod's face as he tries to parse her greeting. He's...not good at slang, and it's kind of evident on the handsome face as it screws up in an attempt to decipher it. It's probably kind of funny to watch him sort through 'oi, what's shaking' before he finally, hesitantly, says, "I do not know. Is something shaking?" He pats himself down, then ventures, "Is it you? Are you cold?"      If he's even bothered by being made to wait, it is impossible to tell.      After a bit, he slides his hands in his pockets and looks away. "The battle over the Line has been resolved, in part thanks to you and the others who stepped away from the King of Engines."      "Had you stayed on the other side, this tenuous peace would have been far more difficult to attain."      Then the King looks back at her. His red eyes are sharp. "There will be a race - the supporters of the Church against the supporters of the King of Engines, with the winner gaining the right to use my treasure as they seet fit. I have agreed to give each participant a large sum in order to ensure that they have the most powerful vehicles available to them. In part, I came to deliver you yours personally, since you were not present at the summit. Generously I recalled that you were attempting to fix your machine, and I expect the funding will assist, since I have no doubt you will enter that race yourself."      "And," Gilgamesh's hands go into his pockets, and he looks away from her, "Since these machines appeal to me very much, and since your offer to show them to me also appealed to me very much, I decided that I would come out personally, as I had naught else to do today, and grace you with my presence to provide a pleasant afternoon diversion." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang chuckles. "It's a saying. It means 'what is going on with you'." she explains, then tilts her head curiously at the King. "Oh? That's neat, and yeah, I'll enter that race." she remarks, grinning at the idea. "Even if I don't win, it'll be one hell of a story to tell my grandkids one day." she adds. "Anyway, sure, lets go take a look at some bikes. Remnant engineering is kinda unique, because we use Dust for everything, so you might not wanna get anything from here, cuz you'd have to deal with the Schnees, and Jaques is kind've a dick." she remarks, glancing around at the people moving by. "C'mon, there's a showroom a couple blocks away." 

:'''{{#var:1099|Gilgamesh (1099)}} has posed:'''      The King of Heroes accepts this new information with the grace one might expect of him.      That is, he's confused as /hell/ and he spends a few minutes just turning it over. "How does something shaking imply that something is going on with me...?" His arm crosses his chest, his other to his chin. He's clearly deep in thought about this. "Modernity has some very odd expressions."      The only response the King has about grandchildren is to look off into the distance. Is there something sad in those red eyes, or is it just the light? Well, either way, once they're talking about bikes, he's back to looking at her.      "Yes, you mentioned that when last we spoke," he says, falling into step alongside her, "What is this Dust that you use? Is it something that cannot be purchased?"      'Jaques is kind of a dick' gets a slender, perfect blonde eyebrow rising into the perfect blonde hairline. "You have trouble with a merchant?" He ventures as they walk, "Is that common? I was under the impression that haggling and barter were dead in this era, and that merchants all followed one law of coin, and did not change their prices."      Gilgamesh walks like he owns the place. It's actually kind of noticeable in his stride - it's confident, forthright, self-assured, maybe even a touch arrogant, but the kind of arrogance backed up by power and self-certainty. People /do/ in fact get out of his way; some of them stop to stare, others just avoid him subconsciously, drifting out of his gaze. He pays them no notice.      "And how do these bikes function?" He adds as an afterthought, "What is it that makes them move so quickly?"      "And do they come in gold?" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "I never said it'd make /sense/." she returns to the confusion, chuckling softly. "He's not a merchant, persay, he owns a company that produces Dust, and it's less about his pricing and more about his labour practices." She seems a bit angry at that, her blonde hair billowing just a bit more than it should as she walks. "Dust is easy to get, it's just to buy in bulk, you'd have to deal with the company instead of liscensed stores, and that's like pulling teeth."     At the talk of bikes, she starts to explain, seeming to get just as excited about the subject as Gil might something 'neat' he's discovered. "Well, mostly it's a lack of mass in the vehicle frame. Bikes are really light compared to cars, so the engines don't have to push as much around to get the speed. Then the engine itself can be tuned to give more power for the size and weight. My bike I tuned myself, refitted most of it from an old frame I salvaged too. She's totally custom." she gestures evocatively, then clears her throat. "A-Anyway, I'm pretty sure you could get it painted to look gold, but the metal itself isn't really good for making a bike out of. It's too soft and dense. It'l bend too easily and a bike frame made of gold would weigh several tons, even a 1200cc engine wouldn't get that thing moving very fast." 

:'''{{#var:1099|Gilgamesh (1099)}} has posed:'''      "Access to the storehouse is guarded by an unpleasant priest," the King translates, "And he works his servants to the bone, and you disapprove of him." Yes, /that/, at least, gets a look of comprehension on the King's face as they walk. "I have known such men in Babylon. That, at least, the era does not change. Sometimes it is refreshing to know that the basest parts of humanity can still be counted on." There's something about /that/, too, that sounds kind of frustrated, like he's really annoyed by that fact despite his words.      She gets excited. His eyes are focused on her the entire time. As she talks, he nods, and he again seems less like a distant demigod and more like a regular, if somewhat dorky, teenager. He nods along. He's...actually into it, and clearly so, a look of mystic rapture on his face as she talks.      "I think that I had something similar in my own era," Gilgamesh admits finally, "But if I did, I surely did not build it myself, and it surely was a wonder from a distant land. That you are capable of building something like that is truly remarkable. Occasionally, I suppose, modernity does have its upsides. Even I have to admit that."      He smiles. It's a genuine smile. There's an excited look in his eyes. "So, then, the finest such bike is one that is made by one's own hand, then?"      "Then tell me more about that!" Gilgamesh declares, with sudden, and perhaps surprising, energy, "Nothing but the finest will suit the King of Heroes!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang looks over at the King curiously, pausing in her stride for a moment. "It's dirty work. You'll get covered in engine grease and motor oil, and it takes weeks, sometimes months to get the gear ratios just right, having to hunt down just the right parts, securing the right kind of oil in enough quantity to run it... then afterwards making sure you keep it maintained. Every single time I take my bike out I spend a couple of hours going over the parts that are under wear to make sure nothing gets too worn out." She continues walking, and turns a corner. "If you really wanna build a custom machine, we'll go to a parts store instead of a showroom, all those bikes are premade, sometimes you can commission a custom machine, but every time I've done it they don't have something right, or they had to scimp on the parts because they couldn't get them in time or some bullcrap like that." 

:'''{{#var:1099|Gilgamesh (1099)}} has posed:'''      "Please!"      The King runs a hand through his hair. "I am the King. I will not stop being the King because of something as mundane as mud or muck or blood. I have slain countless monsters. I have ventured to the furthest parts of the world and brought back their treasures. I am not a pampered child, grown in the seat of luxury. I am Gilgamesh, who sits atop Babylon, Tigris in his right hand, Euphrates in his left. If it brings me pleasure then it cannot dirty me, only entertain me. If this is the way to make the finest of bikes, then I will enjoy it, and if you will show me the path, I have no doubt I will enjoy it moreso, for fair company is fair company regardless. These bikes have caught my interest, and I will not settle for less than the finest!"      Gilgamesh throws back his head and laughs. It's certainly an odd gesture. His laugh is musical, resonant with the world around him. When they start walking again, a curious look comes over his face.      "You said that you were a Huntress when last we spoke. That you doubted your power." His stride is even and unbroken, though he's looking at her and not where he's going. "I would know more of that. You are, after all, aiding me. It is the custom of the King to repay his debts, good or ill." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Hunters in this world are... well, there's no real comparison that fits perfectly." begins Yang at the questions. "A Huntsman, or Huntress as the case may be, uses the power of Aura to unlock the power in Dust, to fight the Creatures of Grimm, we're trained at the Academies, then roam the four Kingdoms, lending our aid to wherever we're needed. Holding no loyalties to anyone but ourselves, and the other Hunters we travel with, if any."     It sounds fairly romantic, and it probably is the romantisized version of things, filtered through someone inside the system. "I doubt my power because every time I've pushed my limits, I've come up short... been found wanting, as it were... it feels like I'm 'stuck', like I'm missing something very obvious and it's limiting my potential." she shrugs, turning another corner and being greeted with the sound of metal being cut, and the smell of engine oil, hot metal and an undertone of human and faunus sweat. A large workshop full of machine parts, half-built bikes and several burly people in coveralls working on projects. 

:'''{{#var:1099|Gilgamesh (1099)}} has posed:'''      The instant the smell hits his nose, the King's produced a handkerchief from out of literally nowhere. It's fine silk. He holds it up to cover his mouth and nose, as if the stink of human beings disgusts and disturbs him. A moment later, he offers a second silk handkerchief to Yang. At the touch, it pulses with faint magical energy, and if she puts it up to her mouth, the world through it smells like roses.      "You kill monsters on behalf of society," Gilgamesh says simply. "Yes. That, I understand. I am surprised that you have no king to fill that role, but I am becoming less surprised by that the more I venture into the lands of Multi-Vars."      She's coming up short.      Gilgamesh considers this for a moment. "I have not tested your strength," he says as they walk past the burly people, "So I could not say for certain. But perhaps what you are missing is, indeed, something simple. Something as obvious as what you are willing to risk. Something as obvious as what you are willing to do to win. Or something as simple as the fact that you lack belief in your own power."      "Humans..." Gilgamesh says, pausing for a moment to look at one of the bikes being welded with a childlike fascination before he falls back into step next to her, "...humans tend to blind themselves to obvious truths where they themselves are concerned. They convince themselves of something, and then they stubbornly cling to that idea, even to their own detriments. Perhaps what you are missing is the very idea that you are strong. The confidence necessary to push you through despite failure."      He closes his red eyes. "Failure is something I understand humans suffer all the time." He says this like he doesn't. Like he /isn't/. "It is part of imperfection. Humans need to fail in order to grow. They need to suffer in order to learn. Consider that perhaps you are not failing tests; you are being taught new strengths to cope with new challenges, being taught how to fail that you might find the path amidst the bushes."      Again, he stops to watch another welding. "Humans are not unlike metal," he says as he watches the sparks fly, "Beautiful, when shaped, but only beautiful after much hammering, much force, after being worked again and again."      "Do not be so frustrated. Rather keep challenging yourself. Continue to fail until you find the key to success. Yours is a worthy profession in an era of apathy, misery, and self-loathing." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah, we're imperfect... even to the point that we would end up burning our own house to the ground to prove a point." replies Yang, idly waving away the offered silk item. This is her homeground, her nirvana. Ths smell emboldens her as she walks past the workshop into the back area. "Hey Pops, you still alive?" she calls, causing a slender looking Faunus man to stand up from behind a rack of parts. He's kind of mousish in bearing, but has a large, bushy tail, pale silver with black rosettes following along behind him. "Yang! My favorite customer, it's been a while." he says, a smile transforming the old face into something harkening back to his youth. Like a sunrise over a pitted cliffside. "And you've brought a friend too! Excellent. Those parts you ordered just came in this morning. Gotta say noone's looking for the mod3 version of that transfer coil anymore. It was a pain in the tail to get hold of it."     The faunus man scampers away into the back as he speaks, bringing several boxes out and setting them on the counter. "Is there anything I can do for your friend here while we're at it? Gotta say, he doesn't look like the type to get elbows deep in a bike engine." 

:'''{{#var:1099|Gilgamesh (1099)}} has posed:'''      Gilgamesh doesn't press the point. The silk handkerchief vanishes into the ether as she waves it away. If Yang is paying attention, she can see it drop, space around it ripple, and the handkerchief vanish into the ripple as it falls.      He may not look the type to be deep in a bike engine, but the look on his face at the parts is wide-eyed and wondrous. Again he looks like an eager teenager, looking over the rack as Yang talks to the Faunus. The man receives a passing glance and no more - no judgement in the King's eyes, just a sort of vague awareness that he exists. At least the King isn't racist, apparently.      After he's addressed, Gilgamesh straightens. "I am not. But I am intrigued. These machines of modernity have caught my eye, and I am told that the finest of them must be made by hand, and there will be nothing but the finest for the King of Heroes. Therefore, in order to properly own the finest of bikes, I am perfectly willing to dirty my hands."      "I admit to knowing very little, but if the fair Huntress trusts your judgement, then as she is clearly an expert in this field, I shall trust it as well. I would require the highest-quality of pieces from you." He runs another hand through his hair. "As well, I intend to smelt down sufficient gold for proper painting, and thus will require a...frame?" He looks at Yang. "...that will look appropriately sleek and regal beneath me."      "Money is no object." The King snaps his fingers, and a very literal *sack* of gold and jewels falls onto the counter out of a ripple in the air. A second sack falls to the ground near Yang's feet, which Gilgamesh tilts his head at, then looks up at her. "For your entry. If you trust this man then I see no reason not to give it to you now, as you will doubtless be spending it to buy parts from him, yes?" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang actually jumps a bit at the gold appearing. "Yah, whoa... oookay, not gonna get used to that." she says, looking over at Gil curiously. "Well, I can't get Line-rated gear here. This is for the bike under all the hovertech and stuff I needed to bolt onto it for running at that insane speed, so I'll have to head back onto The Line to get some more Hyperglass and Megadiamond stuff to refit my bike with to enter the race."     Pops looks at Gil, then the pile of gold and jewels. "That's a lot of lien, boy... but if Yang'l vouch for you, well, I can't really say no, now can I?" he says, leaving the stuff on the counter, and walking into the racks. "Well, a sleek frame'll be easy enough, we've got a few in stock, or I can order one in from the catalogue." he leads Gil over to where the bike frames are kept. They're skeletal things, looking nothing like the finished product, but of course, the frame is the core that the vehicle is built up around. The faunus man also indicates a large book, a veritable tome even, that's filled with pictures and prices of parts, segmented into those of like type. Engine parts, wheels, tyres, rims, camshafts, drive wheels. There's a LOT of different parts that go into a bike. 

:'''{{#var:1099|Gilgamesh (1099)}} has posed:'''      "All the things worth owning in the world are mine," Gilgamesh says, that trademark ego shining through as he looks quite pleased with himself, "And within the Gate of Babylon is all the treasure of the world. Something as paltry as this is hardly a dent in the vaults of the King, fair Huntress."      The old man receives his attention. In a shocking show of patience the King's face only slightly twists at the word /boy/ rather than get mad. Probably because Yang is doing him a favor, and Gilgamesh has enough wherewithal not to just lose his shit at people doing him favors. Plus, he seems too excited to really be /mad/, and as the old man sets the book in front of him, his red eyes light up like a child on Christmas morning. He opens the book and starts looking through it eagerly, energetically. It is a sight few people have ever seen - the King of Heroes' normally impassive, even cold and distant, face, brightly lit up by a newfound pleasure. 
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5688/We're just saiyan, super saiyan.

2018-09-25T16:48:13Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:261|Goku (261)}} has posed:'''     Something as epic as 'The Shrine of Adversity' isn't actually that hard to find. With a simple question on where it's roughly located, all you need to do is get to the general vicinity of the thing to see it. It was, after all, sitting on its own island.     Having ducked away from his doing his laundry duties (FUFUFUFUFU!), the Saiyan known as Goku had taken off from his mountain homestead and launched into the skies. With the aid of a few portholes later, he was now zooming through the bright blue sky of this early afternoon. Soaring amongst the clouds, his black pupils narrow in on the island far below. "Oh man," He starts, lifting a hand to obstruct the sunlight hitting his face. "They weren't kidding. This really is a huge place for training. How good!"     As he approaches, the fighter arcs down through the air to land at the entrance of the Shrine. With his orange and blue kit, he walks forward with wonder, head constantly turning as he gazes to take in every detail. "...this is amazing! It's so huge!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang's been to the Shrine a few times, mostly to test out new ammunition types for her gauntlets without wasting every single one of them. Her bike roars along the connecting highway bridge, depositing her in one of the many parking complexes that ring the massive structure. She parks up, puts her helmet in the seat box, then strides off into the complex. She stands out from the crowd almost as much as Goku does, her long, flowing blonde hair, bright, revealing clothing and air of total sass giving her away. "This place doesn't get any less amazing, no matter how many times I come here." she muses to herself. 

:'''{{#var:261|Goku (261)}} has posed:'''     "How am I even going to know where Yang is?" Goku wonders to himself, standing amongst a sea of people. "I don't even know what she looks like." This seemed like a way better idea in theory! With a shrug of his shoulders the Saiyan hovers into the air, separating himself from the huge collection of others that sift through the Shrine. Then, he mutters something into the radio. He remains hovering in the air, defying the laws of gravity and just floating. A few others look up at him curiously, but most pay him no heed. A flying man wasn't THAT unusual, after all. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang blinks a little as some black-haired guy just starts to... float... above the crowd. "Huuh..." She blinks a bit as her Scoll chirps, then speaks into it. "Yeah I see ya. Look left." she lifts her other hand, letting her bracelet catch the light, while making her way over towards where Goku's floating. "Neat trick! Only way I can fly is if someone throws me... but then the landings always kinda suck." she offers after getting closer. "Shall we? Pretty sure we can get some arena time, no problem." 

:'''{{#var:261|Goku (261)}} has posed:'''     With the instructions received, Goku lowers himself back down to the ground with a soft thump. "Yang?" He queries, looking at the blonde maiden with a beaming, toothy smile. n.n     "Great to meet ya! I'm Goku." Bowing his head politely, he snickers. "I'll keep that in mind. Falling in style is flight too. And sure! I'll let you lead the way. This place is humongous! I would totally get lost." Rotating his shoulders around in an effort to warm up the joint, he takes a big breath. "I like your hair. It's super gold and long. I mean, if I knew what you looked like I would've easily seen you." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang rolls her eyes. "Yeah, shoulda sent you a picture or somethin'." she says, chuckling softly. "Anyway, registration's over this way, then we just gotta head over into the arena proper... you were Union, right? Remember the Ring of Philosophy? Same basic idea." she says, leading the way.     Registration is pretty simple, and then the main arena is open to the pair. It's in its default, 'blank slate' state, and the blonde looks at her companion. "And preference on battle arena?" she asks, turning around and clasping her hands behind her back. 

:'''{{#var:261|Goku (261)}} has posed:'''     "Sure don't!" Goku laughs at the mention of a 'Ring of Philosophy'. "Maybe that was after my time. I'm pretty old-school Union. All I remember having were these holo rooms. They were pretty basic. Neat though. Wait, we have to register? This is like an actual tournament or something." Strapping a hand to the sash tied securely around his waist, he strolls next to Yang, always making sure to keep an eye out and to see what's going on.     Following Yang's lead he registers his name down on the piece of paper, before shrugging at the question. "Na. Blank slate is fine really. I'm sort of used to most things! But let's keep it nice and simple for now. If it gets too boring maybe we can switch it up after?" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Registration's just so they knew who's in here and using it, y'know, so they don't let more people in than the system can handle." replies Yang. "Old school? Oh, well the Ring was kinda like a hologram thing, but it was much more advanced. Could recreate anything you could do, so you didn't use ammo, or energy or get hurt if you were just training or sparring... this is the same idea, but the system isn't as good as the old Ring. We'll probably come out a bit scuffed up and tired, but nothing lasting."     She nods, "Sure, we can always change settings with the voice commands. So... shall we get started?" she asks, cracking her knuckles, then deploying her gauntlets from their standby bracelet form, the plates and mechanisms ratcheting out with a series of swooshing clicks, before she pumps both arms back to rack the slides, loading a shell into each chamber. 

:'''{{#var:261|Goku (261)}} has posed:'''     "Is that so?" The advances in the tech from the 'old days' is of interest to the Saiyan, of that there is little doubt. "I mean, part of that sounds familiar. But it certainly sounds like they've come a long way." Various thoughts and ideas flash behind his eyes as he follows Yang into the ground properly, before drawing attention to her more specifically once she starts to prep. "Sure. I'm ready."     Goku has no fancy gauntlets or mechanisms. He just stretches his hamstrings a little, crouching down to reach over his knees. "Those look like some pretty powerful gauntlets!" He notes. Probably a good idea to stay away from them. >__>     "Alright, I'm ready." Finished with his stretching, the Saiyan drops into a loose martial arts pose. One arm is lifted in front of him, while the other is at his side. It's a solid guard, if nothing else. His black, springy hair whooshes a little in the wind as a breeze sweeps through. "Let's see what you got, Yang!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang grins. "This is Ember Celica. They're Duel Range Shot Gauntlets. I modified them from a set that my Dad gave me when I fire got accepted into Beacon." she says. "I'll explain it better later." she adds. As Goku sets into his stance, she too adopts hers. A simple boxers guard, both fists raised near her face, legs set a bit parter, knees bent to allow flexibility of motion.     When the other fighter calls his Ready, she lunges forward, ratcheting back an overarm haymaker with her left arm. The swing, whther it connects or not, terminates with a loud, shotgun-like report and a burst of pure kinetic force from the barrel set just above the index knuckle. "HYAH!" 

:'''{{#var:261|Goku (261)}} has posed:'''     Without any context or knowledge of Yang's world, most of what she says go well above the Saiyan's head. He doesn't know what Beacon is, or the different ranges of gauntlets available. Still, he seems interested regardless, a slow nod given to the blonde fighter when she reveals she will tell more of it later.     Then, she's off! The lunge forward catches the Saiyan on the back foot, and instinctive mood made by surprise at her acceleration. Though he manages to block the move by raising his arm to guard against the haymaker, his grimace is evident. Not to mention that he takes a few more steps back to try and counter the effect of her putting forward so much force in the haymaker!     Looking at his forearm (which now pulses in pain), Goku winces. "Ye-ouch! That is some power you got, Yang! I can't even feel my arm any more!" Shaking it off, he rotates his wrists. "Alright. Here I come!"     This time it's Goku's turn to move forward. Propelling himself forward, the Saiyan zips across the ground in a a charging motion. However, right before he makes contact? He... disappears! He does so with such speed and technique that his after image literally can be seen going through the blonde haired fighter. Goku himself, the real one that is, attacks from the side, sending a hard flying kick right for Yang's face. Hopefully that flying kicks worked as a distraction! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang grins a bit. "I'm one of the strongest in my class. Only Nora's stronger, but she uses a hammer so she kinda cheats." she remarks, then braces for the charge. Arms cross in front of her but the surprise is evident when the afterimage goes through her. "Wh--" WHAM! Boot to the head. The blonde is knocked sideways, stumbling, then letting the momentum take her and doing a cartwheel away.     The impact would have felt weird, like hitting a wall instead of actual flesh and bone, and the source would reveal itself as a golden shimmer that flickers around the impact site. The boot mark is there, angry red against her pale skin, but it's... regenerating? The damage mitigating itself with her Aura flaring around it. "Neat trick!" she calls jovially, before she fires backwards with the shotguns, launching herself faster than before. She looks to be aiming for an overhead, arching punch down, only she flings her right fist out to alter her trajectory before impact, sending her around to the side, where she flies into a flurry of punches, each backed up by the kinetic burst from the gauntlets. 

:'''{{#var:261|Goku (261)}} has posed:'''     Goku feels the reverb of the strike all the way up his leg. It rattles right to the bone to his surprise, causing him to stare at the now-healing cheek with befuddlement. "Dude, is your head made of concrete? I thought Saiyans had hard faces! Yours is something else. Heh." Readying himself from the onslaught once more, the Saiyan blinks when she re-directs herself at the last moment to attack his side with a flurry of strikes.     "--ah?!" Clearly he wasn't expecting such a move, for the flurry of strikes are remarkably successful. They hone in right on his torso, over and over and over. "Kuh, hug, ugh--," He grunts and gapes -- feeling all the strikes hit home. Eventually, perhaps as she nears the end of her combination flurry, the Saiyan reaches to grab the incoming punches by grasping her wrists. If successful, he will spin her around once and let her go, planning to put some distance between the duo! But it's not over yet, because if he manages to pull that off? A ball of energy is thrown from the palm of his hand, hoping to catch her while still recovering from the throw. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Caught! Hurled! Yang isn't anywhere close to 'agile' in the air. She wasn't joking about only being able to fly when thrown! She 's still mid-air when the energy bolt smashes into her, sending her flying yet further still. She skips once, twice, then with a twist and a slam of a fist into the ground, she rolls out and lands in a three-point crouch, skidding the last of the momentum off and leaving three furrows in the blank white floor. She holds there for a moment, and when she stands up, her outfit has a nice scorch mark where the energy bolt hit home, and that 'aura' flickers briefly, gaining a bit of a static electricity effect as its defense weakens. "Don't think I'm helpless from range!" she shouts, her gauntlets shifting subtly, before she starts punching at the air! However, each punch lets loose an unstable-looking 'bolt' of red energy, which arcs in towards the Saiyan. They're mildly homing, but a good dodge will see it fly past and lose track. Her stance is set wide to allow her the most speed in punching more of those bolts out. 

:'''{{#var:261|Goku (261)}} has posed:'''     Goku stands at the ready as the red arcs of energy streak towards him. There wasn't any rest to be had! "...whoop!" He cries, taking to the sky to avoid the first few. Unlike Yang, Goku has the capability to duck and change direction quite sharply in the skies - a feat he takes full advantage of. Where some look like actually hitting him, he is somehow able to swat them away with the back of his hand to shift them off course! He looks like he's largely on top of it, before a sneaky one hits him square and explodes upon his form.     Falling down through the skies, the Saiyan recovers in time to orientate himself and land on the ground with a smoking, heavy thud. With breathing now elevated, he places two fingers to his forehead. And in an 'instant' he appears directly in front of Yang! It's not speed he moved with there, but legitimate teleportation of some sort. Without missing a beat he launches into his own combination, sending forward fists and kicks. "Hya, hya-hya!" His form is tight and well practiced, a representation of his many years of studying the art. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang is caught flat-footed as the Saiyan literally teleports in front of her. That diamond-hard 'shield' begins to show with each strike, flickering and scintilating across her body as she takes blow after blow. She can't defend the first few, but as those strikes continue, something starts to change in the blonde brawler. Littler 'flickers' of flame-like energy begin to rise out of her hair, and as the combination starts to come to a close, her fist meets Goku's with a resounding detonation of concussive force, blowing back smoke and debris. "I think the warmup's over..." she says, her bangs hiding her eyes until she lifts her head, showing those lilac irises have turned a bloody red. "Let me show you how my Semblance works."     She shifts her stance, and with a resounding kiai, brings her right arm up in an uppercut, the blow, before being pretty strong, coming with enough force to rupture metal! "Every hit I take makes me stronger!" 

:'''{{#var:261|Goku (261)}} has posed:'''     "Heh. Now I'm starting to get pumped up!" Cried after her punches collide with his, creating the traditional thunderclap noise often heard in high-class battles like this. But then ... she powers up! "...!"     CRUUUUNNNNCCHHH!     Goku can't even react! The speed in which Yang attacks with now, along with the strength behind the force, is utterly jaw-dropping. Or in this case? Jaw...rising? Since that is exactly the direction in which Goku's jaw goes when she flushes him with that uppercut! Despite managing to get a hand in between her fist and his face, the Saiyan feels his brain shake as he hurtles up into the sky. With a big rainbow-shaped arc he flies through the air, before landing with a thud on his back a good dozen meters away. The thud is loud. As is the groan. "Ooooh maaannn." Slowly he gets to his feet, rubbing the bottom of his chin. "If I hadn't of got a hand in there, that could have been trouble." Taking a few breaths, he stretches out a bit more.     "Here we go!" Running forward, the Saiyan launches into a complicated and high-level melee exchange with the brawler. The attacks range from technical combinations to huge swings. For every strike that Goku is hit with, he tries to match it by sending something back. Finally, after a bit, the Saiyan launches a sweeping kick to try and trip Yang up. Hoo rah! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang's hair seems to be floating in unseen water, flames licking through the locks and embers rising from them. She matches blow for blow, parrying light strikes, and hitting back at heavier ones to negate their impact, and absorb the damage into herself. She's getting even stronger, a gradual boost that doesn't seem to have a limit(Though it totally does).     The kick sweeps her legs, and she goes down, however, she doesn't thud to the floor helpless. She catches herself on a hand, and uses her weight to sweep her own legs around, trying to trip the Saiyan over as well. 

:'''{{#var:261|Goku (261)}} has posed:'''     Goku's legs get taken out from underneath him! .o(This is great... This girl is something else.)o. He muses to himself, a smirk on his face as he falls down to the ground.     Catching himself, the Saiyan pushes himself up and back through the air, hand springing backwards to put some distance between the pair. Tucking hands at his side, Goku then starts to focus energy. "Kaa, mee, haa, mee," An orb of blue light forms at his side as he chants. He's about to push forward and unleash his signature energy wave, but...     "GOKU!"     That voice. Goku freezes immediately, stunned as it reaches his brain. The energy ball immediate dissipates. "I leave you to do ONE load of laundry. JUST. ONE. And you FLY off like some maniac? To FIGHT people?!" Yep. It's his wife. She marches up onto the arena, much to the Saiyan's chagrin. He is already out of his fighting stance and now in something more of a 'forgiveness please' stance. "Chichi, I just really wanted to see how strong Yang was. She's really good and--" -- "I don't care HOW good she is! What happens when your son runs out of clothes for tomorrow?! HUH? You're just gonna let him run around NAKED?!" With a swift movement Chichi grabs Goku's ear, and then draaaaags him away. "Hmph," She gets out, giving Yang a curt nod as she departs.     Goku winces and yelps, hopping along the ground to try and lessen the pain he feels. Pulled from the fight. 
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6054/Dogged Betrayal

2018-09-24T04:40:09Z

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|Date of Scene=2018/09/24
|Location=Hikari Sea Port - Main Courtyard
|Synopsis=Yuudachi has been kidnapped and converted to the Abyssal's side.

At least that's what it appears to be.
|Cast of Characters=685, 1100, 391, 6384, 457, 998, 7, 680
|pretty=yes
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{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Somewhere in the Eastern Ocean     The hulking form of the Dogger Bank Leviathan drifts almost listlessly through the water. Still under power, but showing a great rend in the upper side, still trailing smoke from the last assault from the combined Multiversal force.     It's coming to dusk, the faint glow of running lights winking into view as the sun starts to set. A dense fog has begun to settle around the giant fortress ship as well, meaning they will ikely be facing an old friend or two.     The Fifth Strike fleet, sans Yuudachi, sails along, weapons ready and an aura of tension surrounding them. "Eyes open, do not get separated."     Then, Dogger Bank's voice wafts across the waves, a sultry purr. "It wasn't easy breaking her. After all, she is known as the Fierce Hound for a reason. But alas, everyone has their limit. It just took a little more prodding to find hers~." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leeroy cruises with the Strike Fleet, the mouse at the helm as usual. But she's wrapped with bandages severe wounds, especially on her head. In the gap around her left eye, the bare metal of her plated skull is visible, giving her a Terminator-esque appearance as she guides the boat along. Every time there's a particularly severe bump or jostle, she lets out a soft grunt of complaint. But she also won't allow anyone else to come along. She feels responsible, partially, for this; she wasn't there. At Dogger's words she lets out a low growl, but stays quiet. She's not her usual exuberant self today; a combination of pain, guilt, and anger have seen to that. "Status, all guns." Upon hearing confirmation that the little PT boat's weapons are all live, she nods. "This is Leeroy. We have the starboard flank." 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' The Neo Osprey cruises along with the others as well. Usually Reina would be sitting on the bridge in her 'captain's chair,' but instead she's standing on the deck, arms folded and a stern look on her face. Despite wearing a simple uniform (her standard GUARDIANS uniform,) Reina shows no sign of being affected by the weather at all. Instead, she simply stares straight ahead, saying nothing for the time being. When Dogger speaks, Reina's eyes narrow a little and she quickly steps back inside, taking her seat where she normally is on the bridge. "Battle stations, report in!" The crewmembers for the battle stations respond that everything is OK. "Good." She taps her right index finger on the arm of her chair for a moment before activating her communications channel. "Neo Osprey here, preparing to take port flank." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      "So what's the plan of attack?" Orchid asks. She's among those having taken a ride on one of the fleet. "This Dogger has been taunting us for long enough; where would she be holding captives? Are we going to go for a decisive engagement? Or just a smash and grab?" She has some guesses about what might need to happen once Yuudachi is rescued, but Orchid is already prepared to give her drones new instructions to cycle their codes. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      High above the attack force floats the little Neuroi known as Evangeline. As the darkness and the fog move in her own lights become more visible. She keeps her scanners running to try and give them advanced warning if there are other surface contacts besides the Leviathan.      She wants to see if Dogger Bank is salvageable, but she is fully prepared to destroy the entire fortress if it will get Yuudachi back. Especially since the Abyssal claims she will just come back later. "...Evangeline here...air support ready..." she radios to the others down below. "...scanning for any additional contacts..."      When that voice floats in with the fog, Evangeline tilts her head lightly. "...then...everyone can be unbroken as well...perhaps even you..." she says aloud. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Aboard the Leeroy is perhaps its only non-Mouse passenger, the program Lexicon steadies herself with one hand on the radar mast's tripod support. Her left arm has recovered from losing it against the Southern War Demon when they sabotaged the magazine, and now she's here to rectify a few mistakes. As the Leviathan crests the horizon, she removes her hand from the stantion.     "You guys are gonna have a bit of an important job for me, here," Lexicon states as she produces a gem-topped staff from her inventory, with a flicker of digitized light. This is slotted into one of the flagstaff mounts on the gunwale, where the gemstone atop it begins to glow with silvery white light. "Keep this safe for me." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa was already on the water and ready to go she had her scout planes out trying to keep her up to date on what's going on over the water, she was also keeping information with the Fifth Strike Fleet as well. She did not want to get separate nor did she want to find out what the Abyssals might try to twist her into either. She hears the taunting and grimaces more she must not rise to the bait she'll also form a tac link with ORchid and Neuroi Girl if they allow it or anyone else who is ablet to as well. "Eva's right what's broken can be fixed." She makes it a point to keep within visual sight of her allies. 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     Nagato's here, the Battleship of the Fleet sortie-ing along with the group. "I promised never to lose another ship again." she whispers to herself, sailing at a steady speed, keeping her guns trained on the horizon... Dogger Bank's voice causes the Battleship to twitch slightly. She broke Yuudachi... she was going to bring her dog home.     "Everyone, I should not have to say this but be careful." comes the Battleship's commanding voice, it didn't need to be said but the loss of Yuudachi needed to reaffirm it. "Dogger Bank, we will recover Yuudachi and bring you down. No one does this with my Fleet." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     As fog envelopes the group, the radar picks up two incoming contacts from the larger mass of the Leviathan. One is a Cruiser-class signature, the other, a Destroyer. They split up, the cruiser fading out while the Destroyer speeds up.     A pair of baleful red eyes shine through the fog, winking in and out of view as the contact gets closer and closer... it then vanishes, scopes coming up clear. "Sonar sweep! Kuma!" Shigure calls, but then is engulfed in an explosion from underwater.     Yamashiro grunts. "Torpedoes! BRE---" her warning is cut off as another detonation engulfs the battleship in a plume of water. Kuma attempts to jink out of the way as a torpedo leaps out of the water to try and attach itself to her, but gets caught by another one aimed for that exact eventuality. She's engulfed in a plume of water, and all three members of the Strike Squadron are out of the fight before it even begins.     Dogger Bank giggles eeriely within the fog. "My my... how quickly the tide turns~." she says teasingly, the Cruiser and Destroyer blips returning, and the fog partly clearing as the pair step into the open.     Jutland is just as she was when they first met the Demon, sitting atop her rigging with a smug air about her... but the Destroyer accompanying her would likely cause some to balk. Yuudachi stands slumped over, hair a bleached white and discheveled, obscuring her face. Her uniform is a Shiratsuyu-class, torn and shredded from what looks like whip impacts, welts showing on the porceline skin beneath, glowing an angry red. Her legs are little better, a crosshatching of red gashes and dried fuel oil stains her pale skin. Arms dangle limply before her, hands rictored into claws. "... poi..."     Jutland just laughs. "Ahahahaha~ Isn't she adorable? Our own adorable little attack dog..." her mirth fades into a smug grimace. "Kill them. All of them." she says to the broken Destroyer. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      ACTION SCENE! Or rather, Orchid responding to the ship shaking, keeping her balance, extending her arms out and activating her shields from her wrists. Once the fog begins to clear, Orchid has her eyes open, looking around herself for the hostile forces she knows will be there. "Is she as committed to this as you think she is?" Orchid asks aloud, temporarily making herself a larger target as her spider drones fan out from her location. "Sure, maybe you've confused her, but will she fight with all her will? I doubt it." Her plan? Keep the focus on herself, and let the spiders move unscene. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne yelps as two of the fleet are knocekd out, snarling loudly. She punches the throttles forward and begins to wave back and forth beside the group, scanning for targets. As soon as Jutland comes into view, all of Leeroy's guns swing to bear on Jutland. She snarls when she sees Yudaachi, letting out a loose growl. "You despicable bastards." She mutters when she sees what's been done to her friend. She snarls. "I really hope we don't have to knock her out to help her." She looks over her shoulder at the crew, and Lexicon. "As soon as we get the go order, we'll be targeting Jutland. Try and get me radar or laser lock." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline can't do much other than watch as the Fifth fleet is steadily disabled. She is useless against underwater targets. Still, she flies down quickly to rejoin the fleet. When Yuudachi is revealed along with Jutland the little Neuroi stares at them. "...torture...is that how all Abyssals became Abyssals...?" she wonders aloud even as her arms begin to glow brightly with angry red energy. "...I want to help both of you...so...we don't have to fight..." She pauses a moment, then lowers her arms and lets the red glow disapate. "...Yuudachi...this isn't you...they were mean to you until you changed..."      Evangeline floats foward slowly, then holds her arms out like she wants to hug Yuudachi. "...if you are angry now...you should be angry at them and not us...if you are in pain...we can get you help...but these are your friends...you don't want to hurt us...do you..?" 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' "We've got trouble!" One of the navigators calls out to Reina, who nods her head affirmatively. "Affirmative." She activates the ship's intercom. "Attention! Attention! All weapons operators prepare to fire on my command! All other personnel, stay at your posts." Within a span of about three seconds, the weapons operators acknowledge that they're ready to attack when the moment is right, with Reina barely nodding her head as she keeps her focus straight ahead. "They picked the wrong people to mess with," Reina comments with narrowed eyes and a scowl forming on her face. She continues to stare but doesn't open fire just yet, instead giving the order to adjust the Neo Osprey so that they're in a better position to aim at Jutland. "Do not fire until my command!" 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' The fog rolls in, her own senses do pick up the massive form of the incoming masses she's soon got an idea of just how much firepower is coming fleets way. It's quite a fair bit and before she can say anything else? The warning of Torpedos goes out and she stars trying to move to keep from ending up taking a hit, then comes something worse she sees whose with Jutland and her blood boils. "You bitch." That's all Kotone has to say she needs to focus she needs to figure out what to do to stop and save Yuudachi. She isn't going to give up on her hell now. Evevalngline has an idea and Kotone is on board with that, she'll deploy fighters and some dive bombers. To give her synthetic friend cover to reach Yuudachi, as she knows the Abyssals will target her when she tries this she can only hope the cover will help her enough to make it to the fallen destroyer. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Placing her hands on the gunwales of Leeroy, Lexicon squints into the fog. She braces as the PT boat maneuvers, a series of rings shooting out around her--marked with strings of numerical code. She's engulfed in pixellated light, which reveals her silver-haired, red-eyed Digital Divinity form when it fades.     Wings of light sprout from her back, basic blocky shapes, and Lexicon hurls herself over the side. Her hands sweep back, producing her axe. Evangeline is too close to Yuudachi to risk anything, and a peaceful resolution there may still be possible. So like the others, she's fixating all of her attention and her anger on Jutland. The axe's energy blade shines itself into place as she hauls it back.     "Hey, bitch! You guys like to dive and sneak around like little shits, right? Use the water, hide, deceive, all that bullshit?" A magic circle appears beneath the low-flying DCC, reflecting on the water beneath her, "Dive through this! LATENT KATASTROPHE!"     The axe is swept down into a forward arc, colliding with the ocean's surface. Usually when Lexicon uses this move, it just causes a series of ice spikes. But, that's on solid ground. Here on the water, the source of those spikes becomes much more apparent-- as a large fan-shaped section of ocean freezes beneath the surface, with spiked projections. Being ice in water, this promptly rises beneath Jutland, threatening with spikes-- but more importantly, cutting her off from liquid water for several meters in each direction. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Yuudachi snarls at the command. She lifts her head to look at Evangeline. Baleful red eyes lift, shining like angry beacons... but the Neuroi would be close enough to see a grin, and get a wink from the Destroyer. She makes like she's going to attack, swinging a hand-turret around, one that seems grafted to her left wrist, but it goes too far and the report sends a shell sailing harmlessly out into the fog bank.     Yuudachi then keels forward onto Evangeline, and murmurs something to her, before turning and opening fire on Jutland with a defiant growl. "I AM UNBROKEN! she roars, the ice knocking off her arm, but the sentiment is there... Yuudachi might have a limit, but whatever the Abyssals did to her wasn't nearly enough.     Shigure, Yamashiro and Kuma have all fallen back, their rigging damaged, but their bodies unharmed... they weren't lethal torpedoes, just enough to keep the cherade up until it was time to drop it.     Jutland looks shocked, her tentacles scrabbling against the spiky ice sheet, black ichor spilling from cuts along the fleshy parts where those spikes pierce through. "WHAT!? HOW!?" she roars, looking very desperate indeed.     Dogger Bank remains distantly flippant. "Kindness is a rarity on the fevered pitch of battle... but how will you fare now?" she asks, but to whom the question is posed is unclear. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Kindness is one thing... Caution is another. Orchid is of the school of thought of 'knock their heads together, sort it out in the brig.' Still, this result does bring a smile to her face. Orchid shields herself from the ice and various shrapnel involved with Yuudachi's attacks. Meanwhile, her spiders imitate Eva, except they are jumping onto Jutliand to give her hugs! Also spinning some silk threads, attempting to capture the abyssal ship. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline's arms slowly wrap around Yuudachi as she falls forward against the Neuroi. Her head tilts slightly as she hears the murmur, then her arms just as slowly release Yuudachi. She doesn't stop Yuudachi from attacking and follows after the ship girl but still doesn't attack. "...she is strong..." she says in answer to Jutland, then tilts her head at Jutland. "...you need a hug, too..." she says, then floats forward and actually hugs the enemy ship girl alongside the spiders. "...you can join our fleet, too...humans are funny...they never actually completely forget something they created for combat...living humans might not know you...but their books will..." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne cheers and punches the air, following up by whimpering and collapsing back into her seat. "Ow ow ow.." She mutters. "Okay! Open fire, all weapons, target Jutland! Let's get the space they need to get Yuudachi out of there!" Lexicon is already doing that, but at each of the tubes, burly ogre-like mice scrawl the word 'hugs' onto torpedoes and slam them home, dogging the tubes shut. If Plan Hug fails, the torpedoes are launched, the PT boat performing two neat S-curves to make sure it's a neat spread. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Lexicon wrenches her axe free, then, and ascends. The weapon is swung up and then rested across her shoulders, such that she radiates authority when she comes to a stop. She hovers there, glancing from Jutland to Yuudachi, then back to Jutland laid out on the plate of ice she'd created.     With one hand, she gestures using a finger-gun sort of thing (She probably learned it from Arthur), and states, "Acting like you know everything gets you right royally fucked when they prove you wrong, huh?" The second Evangeline hugs the Abyssal demon, Lex depresses her thumb in a mock-gunfire sort of gesture, "Forced out of your element, surrounded, and overpowered-- You've already lost."     She then lifts her gaze into the fog with a savage grin, "Gonna keep acting like you hold all the cards? Gotta be rough losing all the resources you sank into these two." 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' "OK, just WHAT in Falz's name is going on?" Reina asks with a sour frown on her face, emphasizing the Gurhalian curse word extra strongly. "We're supposed to be fighting but instead she goes up and gives her a hug? And now..." Now there's something coming at the ship, which causes a bit of rocking and rolling amongst the waves, but other than that the Neo Osprey seems OK. Unfortunately, Reina seems to have fallen out of her seat. "Ungh... damage report?" Reina says somewhat dazedly as she forces herself back onto her feet. "Minor hull damage, but nothing serious." "Good to see we're still sturdy," Reina says half-sarcastically as she gets back onto her chair. "Hold fire, but stand ready to engage!" Reina also waits to see if the hug fails or not. 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     Nagato's aware of the Kagurazaka Maneuver... it's been used to great effect on ... practically everything. She thinks... aiming her guns towards Jutland as she sails towards the PT Boat. "Tiny, if the Kagurazaka Maneuver fails, just unload everything you have on Jutland." she comments, giving her turrets a small knock. "Load AP Shells."     There's a loud kathunk as shells change over from the standard high explosive to AP as she finalizes her trajectory towards Jutland. Over radio, she mutters, "Evangeline, if that doesn't work, get out of there fast. I'm locked onto Jutland and ready to fire."     The notion of Yuudachi coming back to the fleet like that gives her a light smile, "Couldn't break the dog, could you? Her loyalty is everything, and not even Samar could break that. If you can't even break a Destroyer, what chance do you have against an /entire fleet/ at your harbor?" 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa has no idea what's going on with Yuudachi for a moment then there's a dawning as she sees what Yuudachi has pulled. She start to smile as that's one last thing to worry about. Eva make her pitch to Jutland and honestly if she takes the offer she'll roll with it. She calls out. "Who you talking to Dogger!?" Kotone Asks as she picks up her manouvers and holds off sicking her air power on Jutland. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Dogger Bank remains silent. Whether it's because she has no answer, or doesn't bother to do so seems irrelevant at the present moment.     Evangeline would find the attempted embrace met with surface fire from small gun turrets along the tentacles flanks. The spiders from Orchid likewise getting peppered by the secondary batteries as the Demon scrambles to get off the ice and back to water.     "YOU CAN'T DO THIS! PRINCESS! HELP ME!" Jutland screams, desperation edging her voice as she jinks out of the way, shells, bombs and torpedoes clipping, and striking against her, gouging out large portions of her body.     As her mobility starts to fail, one tentacle torn from its mounting on her back from an AP shell fired by Nagato, the Submersible Cruiser turns on the group and unleashes a bellow of rage, pain and despair, sweeping her unnaturally widely open mouth to release one of those signature Rage Lasers across the group. "I WILL NOT BE DENIED!" 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Turret fire peppers Evangeline and there is a metallic shriek as a few holes are punched through her form despite the translucent blue shield. Still, Evangeline does not attack. "...that princess is the one you need to be helped to escape...she isn't nice..." Evangeline says, following after Jutland persistently with her arms held out.      When Jutland moves to unleash that beam on the fleet, Evangeline places herself directly in the path and right in Jutland's face. She is likely and most probably intending to be the only one hit by both sides in the exchange. "...you will be denied..." she says as she once again tries to embrace Jutland. Even if and when she is engulfed in the rage beam. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' The mouse ducks down behind the console as those rage lasers sear paint off the front of his hull - and, through the vision slits in his closed window shields. There's a staggered black line burnt across the walls and floor bridge where the vision slits were; two of her crew stagger to the back of the bridge to get medical treatment, one of them missing an arm. On deck, there are a few injured mice too - but the crew have mostly managed to get themselves behind cover. One of Leeroy's torpedo tubes is sliced neatly through and put out of action, and an exocet turret falls into the water. Leeroy's taken worse, but the little PT boat's taken a bit of a pounding. The Martians get back into position, refining the targeting of their weapons back on Jutland. "Hold fire. Wait until Evangeline is clear, or a direct order from the Admiral, before opening fire, or you're swimming hime. We... got to let her try." The PT boat weaves back and forth, keeping a constant range on Jutland, every trigger primed and every turret aimed. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      "So much for the peaceful appraoch," Orchid says with a bit of a sigh. She's diving in with her shields to protect Eva from Jutland, but less so interested in stopping the shots from the other side. Partly because she's less interested in defending Jutland, but mostly because she trusts the people on their side to hold fire as need be. Slipping on the ice make it harder, so she might accidentally knock Evangeline out of the way. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' "What the HELL?!" Reina exclaims, seeing the beam coming at the Neo Osprey. Before she has a chance to ask another question or say something, the Neo Osprey is hit again, and this time alarms begin to blare. "Dammit!" She exclaims, steadying herself by holding onto the arm of her chair before yelling, "Damage report!" "Torpedoes are offline! Radar is also scrambled." "DAMN IT!" Reina stomps her boot-clad foot on the floor. She sees that Evangeline is still trying to be reasonable with Jutland, which causes the red-head to roll her eyes. "Crew, work on restoring the radar and the torpedoes! NOW!" She then looks to the weapons operators and says, "Keep your aim fixed on the target, but DO NOT FIRE until I give the command!" As she sits back down, Reina begins to grit her teeth in frustration and anger. 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     "Evangline, get off the enemy or..." there's a pause and a wicked grin. She read reports about this, "Take their weapons over. Disable them." she shouts out her order towards Evangeline as her cannons reload themselves. Stupid battleship reload time.     For now, she just waits and watches... and prepping. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Jutland has been hung out to dry by her superior and now she sends in her bombers the choice had been made as she calls out to her. "You have bene given an offer." She sends her bombers in the torpedoi bombers make their runs deploying Torpedos at Jutland while Kotone keeps in formation and her distance from her. The last thing she wants to do is get close. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     "Hooh?" Lexicon tilts her head back slightly, "So you're panicking now? Still got some FIGHT in you?!" She swings her axe off her shoulders and shoves it forward, presenting the flat of the head to the sweeping laser. Pieces of damaged code flake off her arms and thighs where her body isn't protected.     Darting out of the line of fire, Lexicon sweeps her axe to one hand, surveying the battle as best she can through the fog. In her free hand, she produces a cluster of glowing blue-white orbs. Once she's found a good angle, Lexicon discards the light motes and brings her axe back, "GEHFARLIHGTERN!"     Once struck with the flat of her weapon, those motes of light shoot out and downward, but do not strike Jutland. They hit the water ringing the edge of the icy platform Lexicon had created. Water freezes around them-- and then erupts at the surface as thick icy spines, blocking off potential escape from that side of the icy plate she's trapped Jutland on. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Jutland snarls angrily at Evangeline, the beam petering out, and instead uses one of her tentacles to slap the Neuroi away, or try to. However, that leaves her completely open... especially as drawing that tentacle back to strike sends it sweeping towards Orchid, as if she's deliberately opening herself up to attack. "YOU FOOLS DON'T UNDERSTAND AT ALL! SHE IS ALL I HAVE. EVERYTHING I AM BELONGS TO HER!" the Demon cries out, black tears streaming down her cheeks as she stumbles, unstable on the ice sheet, black smoke billowing from the broken tentacle stump as a fire burns somewhere within her superstructure.     As she looks around, her weapons detaching and falling away, she just smirks... "Request. Denied." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Here's the thing. Orchid very VERY rarely uses her guns, and even then, never in a direct offensive act... but opening yourself up to the reploid can have some different results.      "So don't limit yourself," Orchid replies, her voice warm, her hands empty. "If you don't like what she's turned you into, find someone new to be your friends. Meaning is where you find it. She has thrown you away, but we still see the value in you." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      After taking the beam point blank Evangeline's shield shatters and she disappears in the beam.      When it finally peters out it isn't difficult at all to knock the dazed Neuroi away, and judging by the rosey red glow that illuminates everything around her it was a major hit. Those who are paying attention might see the multifacetted core of the Neuroi as she skids off the water then flails before floating up into the air. Except...she seems to have no head or arms at the moment, and much of her upper torso is gone.      A static-filled reply comes over the radio after Nagato's order, barely audible. "...I'm sorry...Admiral..."      For now, all Evangeline can do is float there and try to regenerate herself. A pink glow overtakes the jagged edges of her crystaline body and starts to flow outward, steadily but slowly rebuilding her. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' Evangeline is out of the way, and that's when Reina sees her moment. "Open fire! NOW!" "Aye aye!" Several cannons on the Neo Osprey fire their rounds at Jutland. Reina gives the order to keep firing. "When there is an opening, we take it! That is one of the main principles of GUARDIANS!" She presses her right fist against her left palm and smirks a little. "I've waited a while to give them a taste of their own medicine!" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne snarls as Evangeline is slapped away viciously, and Jutland leaves herself open. "Do it." She growls, low, and full of anger. She still rejected Eva, after she tried so hard. Time to do it the old-fashioned way. The first thing away is the Exocet, operating in laser-guided mode because radar is so unpredictable here. It's the first thing to get sent towards the Abyssal. Moments later, the rest of Leeroy's turrets open up, sending a hail of 40mm, 20mm and 50-calibre fire into the wide-open Abyssal. "Take the helm." Leyanne growls, standing up from her seat and moving up towards the rear deck. "Take us past Evangeline if nobody else has her, then get me within harpooning range of Jutland. When she starts to sink I want to be able to get a 'poon in her. Rig for rescue operations. I'm not going to let her go down and let the hate fester more." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa says "You don't have to do this! You were more than this once, you can be more than this again!" Kotone seems to be earnest in her words very enrest in them. She will have her bombers launch another run on Jutland she can't let up unless Jutland looks like she's going to stand down. "She threw you away, has left you like this! She's no Admiral I'd want commanding me!" She will pause though as she sees Eve is handled with Leyanne and she will press the attack. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     "Tch..." Lexicon sneers at the Abyssal's reaction, "Is that mentality coming from all this garbage stuck to you? You're your own person, you don't belong to anybody." She tosses her axe upward, then catches it in a different grip, "I'll hack all that shit away until you come to your senses." SHe might not know how Abyssals work, but the idea of viral corruption is what she's working from.     "Or until you pass out!" The idea now is to keep Jutland's attention off of the badly wounded Neuroi who tried the emotional appeal route. And if there's one person present in this fight who's good at getting in someone's face and taking the lumps... Lexicon dives hard, sweeping her axe back and then throwing herself into a spin. "TANZERIN TROMBE!"     It's a horizontal chopping motion, rather than vertical. Wouldn't want to risk breaking the ice she's got the Abyssal beached on and let her get away, after all. 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     Nagato doesn't have to say a word as soon as Jutland's open. Everyone's already there. Nagato, however, is scanning the radar for Dogger... guns swiveling... before firing on the Leviathan, another target to disable while everyone else is working to either destroy or capture Jutland. Armor peircing shells make a rapport out of those massive cannons, screaming towards their target, the red tipped, penetrating shells, looking to find their mark.     She starts to reload again, eyes scanning her allies... a nod is given, and an affirmative noise towards Evangeline, "You did try."     Her focus goes back towards the Leviathan, pulling her trusty axe out from a special compartment upon her rigging. "I'm not done with you... we're going to finish this!" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Jutland snarls at Orchid, "We are discarded. Even your pathetic attempt to appeal to me is hollow."     Leyanne, Reina and Kotone launch their attacks, explosions peppering the Demon's body, tearing holes in the pale skin and spilling more of that black ichor. She falls to a knee, and takes the chop from Lexicon to the neck, beheading the Demon and causing her to topple over and fall still.     Nagato's assault on the Leviathan, as it gradually pulls away from the battling group, leaves a few more holes, and sets off a small explosion within the giant fortress, causing more smoke to billow out of the rents in the hull.     The fog bank begins to recede now, as the moon rises and bathes the ocean in pale, milky light. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne watches the beheading and frowns. "Win some. Lose some." She mutters, shaking her head. "Maybe... if there's a next time you crop up, we won't be too late." Leyanne goes back below decks, piloting Leeroy back to join the fleet. She cruises back to where Yuudachi is, the mouse looking over at her. "You OK?" She says, from the flying bridge. "I'm... sorry I wasn't there. I coulda... maybe helped." She feels bad. Because when Yuudachi got taken. Leyanne was already caught up in chasing the rush over on the Line. She feels like her own Trouble is part of what got her taken by the abyssals. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' There's little emotion in Reina's voice as she says, "Cease fire!" With that, she simply stares for a moment at the decapitated demon, before shaking her head. "Sometimes missions don't always end the way you want 'em to. As long as the task is completed." A pause as Reina sits back into her chair. "Although sometimes, the slightest deviation can get you in trouble. I could write a book about how many times Laia's berated me for straying off course." A pause then she calls out, "Move us back to the fleet!" "Aye aye!" With that, Neo Osprey begins to move towards the others, picking up speed rather quickly. Reina can only lean back in her chair and sigh a little. "Truth be told, I would've liked to see a more peaceful ending myself. I didn't want to do that, but Laia told me if all else fails, take action." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa watches as the fleet's combined firepower take down Jutland she cringes a bit, but she made her choice. She'll move to pull back her planes now the battle is over and she'll be skating across the water for Leyanne's boat to get a chance to rest. "She made her choice and had to deal with the bed she made. There's nothing I can do now..." She's going to check up on Eve now and then get back into formation. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline finally finishes reforming, then floats toward Jutland. She looks at the beheaded Abyssal for a few moments, slowly looks at Lexicon, then slowly floats toward Yuudachi again. "...we would never leave you behind..." she says, though why might be a mystery to the others. She holds out an arm and her fingers emerge before she takes Yuudachi's hand. "...is everyone else alright...? ...I'm sorry if I caused trouble for you all...I just...had to try..." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid sighs, then shrugs. She did her part, she gave Jutland every chance to chose a different path. Now it's time to clean up the mess, which involves her own spiders, making sure the damaged ones are gathered as well. "It was a very good try Eva," she says to the worried ... what exactly IS Eva? Eh, Orchid will figure that out later. "Sometimes it works, sometimes it lays the foundation for working later." 

:'''{{#var:680|Nagato (680)}} has posed:'''     The Leviathan's smoking more and that at least fills Nagato's thirst to cause damage to something big. Everyone else had their way with Jutland. She gets a look towards the tail end of the beheading and she gives a firm nod, one less Abyssal to darken these waters. "Everyone, recover and fall back. Yuudachi is recovered, Abyssal threat has been eliminated for now. Well done everyone." she comments towards the Fleet as a whole, "I'll have the docks opened up for everyone to rest, you've earned it." 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     At the termination of her spin, Lexicon slams her feet into the ice of her own creation, using it to brake herself. Her axe snaps out, scattering oily ichor when it lurches to a halt, and she remains stationary like that for a few moments. Angry red marks on her legs and arms show the code shorn off by the Abyssal's attacks, but she ignores them.     At last, Lexicon straightens, looking first at her weapon. With a disgusted look, she discards it and it disappears. Only then does she turn to behold the shattered monster that used to be Jutland. She sighs, then glances towards Leeroy in the distance, waiving a hand overhead, "Oooi. Salvage this shit before the ice melts." 
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6035/Dogged Escape

2018-09-10T11:24:57Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2018/09/09
|Location=Hikari Sea Port - Main Courtyard
|Synopsis=Lexicon sets off a chain reaction that will blow a massive hole in the fortress, and cripple it for future assaults.

Unfortunately, an old enemy of the Hikari Fleet returns, one of Samar's old lieutenants, Leyte.
|Cast of Characters=685, 1086, 457, 391, 7, 998
|pretty=yes
}}
{{Poses
|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Lexicon slams her weapon into the trail of gunpowder, sparking it to life and beginning an inexorable trail to the rest of the ammunition stores.     The disembodied voice singsongs, almost happily. "The match is struck. A blazing star will soon be born... but will you be burned in its awesome flames as well?"     Those with the linked HUD system from Orchid would get a large warning in flashing red lettering.     "WARNING! WARNING! LARGE MASS SIGNATURE APPROACHING FAST! WARNING! WARNING! the Maverick marker having moved from its original position and closing on the group of Elites very rapidly.     Seifer and Evangeline's efforts have taken out the rest of the guard patrol, but they would be the first to confront the new threat.     Towering over 10 feet tall, legs embedded into some kind of biomechanical horror with a massive mouth made of metal, flesh and teeth with large arms emerging from it, comes Southern War Demon. She looks down her nose at the Elites, a smug grin on her features. "So, these are the little rats who scurried aboard. I am Leyte, and I will be your host for this housewarming party." she says, her tone full of confidence and guile.     Her 'mount' bellows its own challenge, red mist and foul smelling black ichor dripping from its jaws as a massive main battery cannon extends from its gullet, the turrets arrayed along its sides pivoting into place as well, they elevate, and then unleash a volley of shots at everyone present, splitting fire across all of the Elites. 

:'''{{#var:1086|Seifer Almasy (1086)}} has posed:'''      Seifer's been carving into enemies for the past few minutes. His gunblade's been flashing and bursting and vibrating. The smell of gunpowder is fresh around him, and he's already reloaded at least a whole clip in the process of fighting. He's actually run out of ammo, and in the process of reloading *again*, when Leyte shows up.      The clip falls out of the hilt of Hyperion, ejected. Seifer spins another clip in between his fingers, a wild grin on his face as he looks up at the ten-foot tall biomechanical horror. Seifer's the kind of person who, when you present a face that he can punch, is immediately put a lot more at ease. Esoteric nonsense, weird creepy dungeons, creepy ships, that bothers Seifer. *People* bother Seifer, people he has to pull down around, people who demand that he /restrain himself/ for their sake. Nothing scares Seifer Almasy more than mediocrity.      This? This is a monster. Monsters get the shit slapped out of them.      Seifer charges right into the turrets. He knocks one bullet aside as he reloads; the others he takes right in the chest and shoulders. There's a spray of blood as he just keeps charging, his eyes as wild as his grin.      Seifer slams the clip into the gunblade as he leaps.      "THEN LET'S DANCE!"      Seifer brings the gunblade down one-handed as he hits the ground. He straightens, shoulders the blade, and snaps his fingers. A burst of fire erupts from his hand. The gunblade swings.                                 LIMIT BREAK                                                                 DEMON SLICE                                        Seifer's blade moves like something inhuman, wind whipping around it, a whirlwind of perfectly-timed slices. It almost looks like Seifer's attacking multiple times in a single hit - and the wind pressure builds, up and up and up, underneath his target.      And then, at the apex of it all, Seifer brings the gunblade flashing down. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline stays near the doorway as the others handle the magazine, so she has a front row seat to this new danger that emerges. The ends of her arms start to glow again and she raises them, ready to fire. She listens stoicly to the large Abyssal and watches it deploy its cannon.      When that attack impacts her energy shield she is sent bouncing down the hall. For a moment it may seem she has been destroyed in the first volley.      Until that sinister red glow appears again in the smoke of the fire. "...you are not a good host..." the neuroi says before she darts through the smoke back into the room they first entered and unleashes her Breaker Beam. The powerful blast of angry red energy in such a confined space is a questionable decision, but Evangeline feels like Seifer can handle himself and this enemy needs their full attention. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' They'd been working extra hard to take care of things, but it seems that the worst was truly yet to come. And the worst was in the form of the Southern War Demon, which earned a sneer from Reina Kinney, albeit more of sarcastic than actually being grossed out by it. "You look like a SEED reject," She comments softly. "And that's definitely not a good thing." She shakes her head, but her ears perk up when she hears Leyte call them rats, and her gaze shoots up at Leyte, narrowing her eyes. "We're rats, huh? I don't see whiskers on me or have a desire to eat cheese." The sarcasm is heavy, but Reina may end up regretting that as the shots suddenly start firing at everyone. "Oh Falz!" Thinking quickly, Reina attempts to dive out of the way but it's no use. She's pelted by the gunfire, causing the hunter to cry out in pain as several bullets pierce her flesh. "Damn, my shields didn't activate!" She mutters as she briefly lies on the ground in pain before her adrenaline starts to kick in, bringing her back into the present. "OK, now you've really done it!" Reina snaps her fingers and her energy pistols appear in her hands, which she twirls briefly like a cowboy. "If you wanna party, then we're gonna crash it! So prepare to meet your maker!" With that, the red-head fires off several shots, a scowl on her face indicating she's playing for keeps. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone gets the warning, from Orchid's network, it gives her time time to get ready, she's moving to fight her coak kicks in as she gets on the run. Things are heated now a heavy hitter has made herself known and she's got a mount of some sort. "Oh I see how it is." She kicks in her cloak, yet she's not fast enough to do so when this occurs she gets caught by the shear amount of firepower being let lose on on her she takes hit and it's moderately bad, she's keeping on the move now her assault rifle ready and she's laying down bursts of fire while she remains cloaked hoping it might give her some edge. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     "Shit," Lexicon shoots a look over her shoulder at the commotion erupting in the outermost rooms, "Time to bail." She whirls in place and charges out of the decrepit magazine, right into the hail of gunfire hurled forth from Leyte's weaponry. With a shout, Lexicon brings her hammer up to shield her face, as artillery clips off pieces of her body in fragment strings of battered crimson code.     "Rgh--! Doesn't she realize what's right behind me..!?" Once the onslaught abates, probably due to the various counter-attacks returning fire, Lexicon takes the reprieve to charge right into it. Her hammer is swept up and back behind herself, "I usually try to keep my voice down, I try to stay polite, but with all this stupidity and--" She plants her leading foot, then springs into a leap. Her grip shifts on her hammer, "--FUCKING NOISE..! YOU STUPID BITCH, ARE YOU TRYING TO DIE TOO?!"     She brings her hammer right down at Leyte's head, "SETTING OFF EXPLOSIVES NEXT TO A GODDAMN POWDER MAGAZINE?! MAYBE THIS'LL KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOU! TODLICHE SCHLAG!" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Leyte is caught in the firey whirlwind, her impressive body battered and scorched, slashed and dented. The great mount bellowing as the gunblade from Seifer comes slashing down across it, leaving a rent in the things 'nose'.     Staggered from the onslaugh, the Abyssal cannot defend herself from Evangeline's returned Breaker Beam, the red lance striking into the weapon mountings on her port side, melting a few of the turrets to slag and triggering an internal explosion in one of the larger ones... but it just detaches and a large alabaster tentacle replaces it, tipped with a wicked looking metallic barb at the end.      Reina's shot takes advantage of the off balancing, managing to hit something critical under the armour, but the system holds, the plate shrugging some of the damage off.     Kotone's barrage and Lexicon's charge catch her and stagger the Abyssal back down the hallway a bit, though the massive arms of the Demon's mount dig nails into the metal, and with a bellow, pulls her back into the fray. "Not bad!" she calls, grinning smugly still. "Oh, I know exactly what's going to happen. I don't need to worry, because as long as there is hate in the world, I'll come back." she wags a finger at Lexicon. "You, on the other hand..."     She trails off, and with a gesture, her cannons cycle and fire again, this time aiming shots at the more annoying irritants instead of spreading fire evenly. 

:'''{{#var:1086|Seifer Almasy (1086)}} has posed:'''      The cannons roar. Seifer moves in for parries. He's parrying like crazy, carving through shells and blades in single, sweeping, almost lazy-looking cuts. It's a testament to just how good a gunbladesman Seifer /is/, how...stupid, ridiculously competent he is, that he can even *do* that and make it look lazy - that wide swings, carving through multiple bullets, is even a thing. It's a testament to how hard he's trained, because even superhuman physical attributes wouldn't allow /that/.      But.      He's also human. And his reaction times may be disgusting, but all it takes is one misstep for him to eat it.      And, well, in just one swipe, he does. He takes the shells to the chest, falling backwards as they burst across him. Blood pours out of new wounds as he hits the ground and skids up against the wall like a broken doll. Explosions, it turns out, hurt, and send you flying, and that also hurts more.      Still, he's not out of it, not by a long shot. Seifer stands up and snaps his fingers.      "Greg!"      A grey giant, clad in a tattered red cape, appears behind Seifer. It's spectral, like a shadow of a thing, with three huge muscled arms on one side and three...cardboard...arms?...on the other. White eyes stare out of its cowl as it thrusts its three grey hands forward towards Evangeline.      Blue lights stream out of her into the grey hands. The giant crushes the blue light into a single ball. Seifer whistles.      "Are you getting less stupid?" He asks as he takes the blue ball, "Seems like you're tryin' t' get on my good side!"      "AND IT'S WORKING!"      Seifer jams the blue ball into the gunblade. Immediately, metal starts gathering to the strange weapon. He shoulders it and walks forward as scraps of shells and pieces of the surrounding area just peel off, attaching to Hyperion's long, thin blade. First they form a chain. Then they form teeth. Then pieces of downed foes merge into an engine.      Then Seifer, with a huge, huge grin, pulls a long, dangling ripcord, and the gunblade roars to life.                                 LIMIT BREAK                                                            INTEGRATED ENGINEERING                                  The gunblade chainsaw ROARS as Seifer charges forward, bringing the blade down into his enemy's side. All his artistry turns into raw, untamed, still-beautiful-but-holy-shit violence as the blade meets flesh - and then he starts pulling the trigger, adding violent vibrations to roaring, chewing teeth.      "THIS RAT BITES PRETTY GODDAMN HARD, HUH!?" Seifer roars over the sound of it as he presses it further in, emptying the *entire* clip to make the gunblade just *shake* *violently* up and down. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' Twirling her guns again, Reina smirks a little. "That's what you get for calling me a rat!" She chuckles, but the chuckles stop when she sees that the cannons are being more carefully aimed this time. "Shields activate!" Reina calls out, and an invisible forcefield appears around her (How does she know? She can sense it!) She grits her teeth nonetheless, knowing that this is gonna hurt no matter what. Narrowing her eyes, Reina waits for the impact to occur, and it happens. Despite her shields absorbing the actual shots, there's still the issue of the actual impact, sending her into a nearby wall. She lets out a groan as she drops to the ground before pushing herself back up. "Quite useful these shields are," Reina says with a deep scowl. "I should use them when I'm taking on a huge tank or something." Deciding to try something different, Reina points her left hand at Leyte and narrows her eyes a little. "I've got a little surprise for you but it's gonna feel a bit shocking." A glow appears in the woman's hand, almost yellowish like electricity or something. It is, in fact, electricity as Reina calls out, "ZONDE!" Then a blast of electricity shoots at Leyte. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone is not having a good time of it, at all she just can't seem to change this abyssal fire even as she gives about as good as she's getting. It's at this moment she is glad her body is plastic and steel. The Canons have done more damage to her and she keeps moving, with how things are going through it's time to pick up the pace a little bit for the cyborg. She keeps her rifle shooting for a moment even as she takes aim trying to target one of the enemy's canons, and then lobs a plasma grenade at them. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline holds her arms crossed in front of her to block the next attack, and her shield flares again even as divots appear in her arms and the pieces that fall from her disintegrate in a shimmer of silver glitter. The blue hexagonal energy plates appear and disappear as they divert the energy of Leyte's attack away from Neuroi Girl. "...then...it would be better if you came back as a friend instead of an enemy...the ship girls are very nice and will treat you like a member of their fleet if you do...but if not...we will just destroy you again..." the little Neuroi says in her soft voice that carries well and can be heard over just about any communication device. After firing her Breaker Beam she has to conserve energy a bit, and so instead of another powerful beam Evangeline's wings and the ends of her arms light up, but before she attacks she feels a small tug on her energy. Was something taken from her? She watches Seifer in curiousity (though who can tell with her face) as he uses her power to turn his sword into something new. She wouldn't have thought of that!      As he cuts into Leyte, his slashes are joined by several sinister red beams that lance out and vector in. Evangeline aims for any weapons she can see on her enemy, and each place the beams hit would be engulfed in a small explosion. Obviously her plan is to try and disarm her opponent, but she is unsure how sturdy this enemy's weapons are. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     "Tch--" Lexicon shoves off with her hammer, hurling herself back amidst the return fire from Leyte's various batteries. She keeps her hammer's head between herself and the Abyssal, absorbing the brunt of gunfire with sturdy metal. Her descent trails wisps of damaged code, however, betraying the times her body has been struck. She gives her hammer an upward swing, arresting her motion through the inertia of the swing so that she can land surprisingly delicately. The hammer is lowered to her side, a frown on her face.     "So your job is just to delay us until that thing explodes, and you don't even care if you die." Closing her eyes, she hefts her hammer, "Not playin' that game."     System resources well up around her, forming an icy blue magic circle sort of construct, except instead of runes the lines are filled with binary code. As it lingers, the circle's shape is covered in frost. With a shout, the DCC brings her hammer down against the deck with the sound of metal striking metal, "LATENT KATASTROPHE!"     From the impact point, lines of ice shoot out, erupting in progressively larger spikes as those lines extend beneath Leyte. Not just a matter of causing damage, but also intent on icing over as many weapons as she can get to, and maybe even immobilizing the Abyssal's mount. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Leyte is getting trashed. Seifer's assault rending metal and cutting one of the arms clean off the 'mount', the monsterous thing bellowing angrily as it turns to try and chomp on the gunblade user with those gnashing, ichor-drooling teeth.     Reina and Kotone's attacks make the beast stagger, and the Demon herself turns a belittling eye on them. "Insects then." she scoffs, using the tentacle to lash out at the two with the metallic barb.     Evangeline and Lexicon manage to knock out more of the smaller weapons, ice snarling the turret on one of the larger cannons, while Evangeline's beams blow out some of the smaller gun turrets.     "OOoohohohohohoho~" she laughs, a booming ojou laugh that she even hides her mouth behind a wicked looking gauntlet for. "This is the most fun I've ever had! You're all so amusing~." Her gauntlets begin to crackle with red light. Evangeline's seen this before from other Princess and Demon-class Abyssals. Palms are pointed outward toward Lexicon and Evangeline. "TASTE THE DESPAIR OF THE ABYSS!" she roars, launching twinned beams of pure negative energy at the DCC and Neuroi. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' No more showing off from Reina this time around. She simply keeps an eye on her enemy, knowing that it's capable of just about anything, and Reina doesn't want to see what that is. Unfortunately, it seems that tentacles have been added to the fray as well, and that's not something that Reina likes to see. Even moreso are comments about hentai, but that's another thing for another time. The point is that Reina is not in the mood to be hit by a tentacle today. Reina's instincts are on par with her reflexes, which are at high alert right now. Somehow, Reina dodges the incoming attack... by dropping into a split? Has Reina really learned how to do the splits? Yes, it's true she got a yoga mat after one of her missions a while back and she's been practicing in her spare time. But to become this flexible? Apparently she's really been getting into her practice. And she's not done either as she aims her guns and fires again before pushing herself back up again from the splits. 

:'''{{#var:1086|Seifer Almasy (1086)}} has posed:'''      Seifer Almasy is a stubborn bastard.      As the monster chews on his arm, he doesn't let up. As teeth sink into his skin, tearing at his flesh, he doesn't let up. Not only does he not let up, he roars his challenge even louder, shoving the gunblade deeper into flesh. Only when it becomes absolutely clear that it's a choice between losing his arm or pulling back does he do so, forcing his arm out of the mouth with a frankly impressive display of flexibility and skidding away from the monster. The gunblade chainsaw falls back into its component pieces as Seifer exhales, shoulders the weapon, and ejects another cartridge. They've got problems from behind - the girls are getting hammered, but he's got his hands full up here. Literally, considering the damage to his arm.      He slams a new magazine into the end of Hyperion. Time to be a Knight about it.      Seifer walks forward, motioning at Leyte. "Hey! Asshole!"      "You think you're such a bigshot?"      "Get down here and say it to my face, huh?! Or are you just hidin' up there on your big stupid dog, you chicken-wuss?"      "You wanna have some real fun, you come down here and you dance with me." Seifer's lips split into that wild grin again, despite the blood all over his arm and chest. "I'll show you what real fun is." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline sees the beam charging. She knows what it does first hand.      Unfortunately, that doesn't mean she knows how to avoid it. She tries a quick dodge but it does no good. The little Neuroi is hit squarely by the beam and there is a sound like metal being horribly stressed which is recognizably after a moment as Evangeline's pained cry as the beam saturates her shield and shatters it before she is engulfed. To her it seems almost like being hit by a Neuroi beam from a capital class Neuroi.      When the beam passes she is still there...but only barely by the looks of it. Her sleek and shiny ebony form is shattered, with her entire bottom half gone below her chest. From the underside of the jagged shatter point a rosy-red light shines like a beacon, and any who have any experience with Neuroi (or probably any energy core based entity) would recognize it as her core being exposed. She hovers for a few more seconds before falling to the floor with a clank like glass on metal.      She just lies there, and to the others it might look like she has been dealt a deadly blow.      But after a few moments the glow fades as her Neuroi body starts to reform. She slowly floats back into the air, though her flying looks unstead for now. "...yes...you are very fun..." she says in her soft voice to Leyte. With that consistent monotone it is very hard to tell if she is being sincere or sarcastic, but in this situation the odds are on the latter. Her lower torso steadily reforms, and once she has at least stubs of her legs back she holds her arms up again. "...but this is no time for playing..." she says as the red glow returns to them. She charges it up fully this time and unleashes the strongest Breaker Beam she can muster. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Leyet is getting trashed by the stronger people here and Kotone is in her mind lending a hand in bringing them down. "There is a type of insect known as an Army Ant, they can strip the flesh from the bones of a man." She comments back trying to not get tentacle oh god why did it have to be a tentacle. It had to be a Tentacle and Kotone's speed saves her from the worst of it, heck it's only a light clipping, yet even then it does a serious amount blunt damage. If she was flesh she'd have the wind knocked out of her from a hit like that. Her cloak drops and there's a very unhappy look on Kotone's face as she decloaks. "You just had to go there!" Kotone will attempt to grab said Tentacl before it can move and drive her rifle into it, firing the weapon until the mag is empty if she pulls this off. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Rearing back from slamming her hammer down, Lexicon readies herself for another ice-elemental attack when, instead, she's promptly engulfed in a beam of crimson light. The DCC screams not in pain but rage and willpower, as secondary explosions from the laser engulf her entirely in smoke and collapsing debris. As the laser's firing cycle ends and the beam fades, there's no immediate activity from where the white-clad woman had been standing.     After a few moments, though, a spear comes flying out of the obscuring dust, leading with a spike on one end, trailing a glowing white gemstone on the far end of its haft. This jams itself into a wall, holding fast. A moment later, the white-clad Silver Soul surges forth. Missing an arm, trailing ruined code from various gaps in her skin, her eyes glowing crimson and her teeth bared in a snarl. In her one remaining hand, she clutches her axe, the gleaming white plasma blade growing in brightness.         "I'm getting SICK of your BITCH ASS standing in my FUCKING WAY! You're playing around? Time for the big toys-- this Super Dreadnought blow can even split a DCC apart!"     The axe blade expands with a shattering sound, iced over into a larger version of itself. With a second, larger noise, it expands again. With a scream of rage, Lexicon sweeps her weapon around, digging it through the ceiling before she brings it down on top of Leyte's body and machine.     "HARD BREAK!" 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Leyte is starting to feel the damage building up. She's starting to get a bit loony, cackling to herself as her form begins to fall apart. She takes the Breaker Beam to the face, more of her armour and weapons melting, fusing to her alabaster flesh, explosions rippling across her rigging and armour. The crippled mount staggers a, falling as it tries to right itself with a missing limb, using its bulk to prop itself up.     Lexicon comes hurtling forward, smashing into a raised defensive arm. The axe blow severs the limb, twice, once at the mid-forearm and again at the shoulder before embedding into the Abyssal's side, drawing a thick, viscous black ichor from the wound.     Instead of a pained yelp though, Leyte actually starts to cackle madly. "YES! YES! HIT ME. WOUND ME. UNLEASH YOUR HATRED UPON ME! YOU ONLY MAKE US STRONGER!" she crows, using her remaining arm to grab at Silver Soul, aiming to use her as a projectile to hit Evangeline with.     Kotone's shooting of the tentacle really doesn't seem to faze the insane Abyssal, the limb being shot completely off at the point the bullets strike, spraying black ichor from the wound. So focussed on the two vying for her full attention, the cyborg is ignored. As is Reina, wherever she went to after her last attack.     Seifer, meanwhile, goads the monsterous woman with what might, to any other creature, have been a legitimate taunt. To Leyte? It's just amusing. "WAHAHAHAHAAH! The little bug thinks he can stand against a Demon? Then how about you EAT THIS!?" The Mount rears up, mouth hinging open as the red mist begins to flow more readily, and a baleful light begin to surge within ths monsterous gullet. "THE RAGE OF THE ABYSS IS ETERNAL! TASTE A MEASURE OF IT NOW!" Leyte screams, cackling madly as a truly massive Rage Laser pulses out of the gaping maw. 

:'''{{#var:1086|Seifer Almasy (1086)}} has posed:'''      Sometimes it just absolutely /sucks/ to be the kind of guy who throws himself into danger. This is one of those times, as Seifer gets blasted, utterly and completely, by a laser that he can't even remotely stand up to. He's blown backwards. He has to stow his coat in his inventory (how does that even work). By the end of the assault he's burned, bloodied, and bruised, his shirt and pants shredded and burned, his body torn up and set ablaze in several different places.      But he's still there.      And he's grinning like a maniac.      "Gotcha, you moron."      The gunblade goes flashing. All of Seifer's energy goes into it - everything he's got left, behind that one, single swing as he goes shooting past her. He's gonna get out, alright - and he's gonna get out with a parting shot to leave a nice, big scar on this demoness's face.      There's a flash of light like a samurai movie as Seifer passes by. On the other side, he shoulders the blade and grins over his shoulder, his eyes sharp and mean. "Remember - Seifer Almasy gave you that scar!"      He's already heading out the door, but he pauses to fingergun and wink at her. "Next time we meet I'll be taking that head of yours. Look forward to it, babe."      And then he's off at a run because the bomb's gonna blow. Sure, he could've gone earlier. Sure, he could've run without attacking. Sure, he's gonna cut it *real* close.      But that's part of being a show-offy, dramatic, flashy badass with the skill to back it up. You gotta get out just at the last possible moment. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' There's a time for fighting and there's a time for retreating, and this is definitely a time for the latter! There's a bomb about to go off, and Reina does NOT want to be blown to ashes today. "Sorry, can't stick around!" Reina calls out as she rushes for the exit, holstering her guns as she does so. "You weren't so tough after all! You barely even made me work up a sweat!" Of course, all Reina wants is to be someplace else... 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     The ice blade extension of Lexicon's axe shatters shortly after she's buried it into Leyte, and she sweeps her weapon back one-handed in preparation for a follow-up attack. She's grabbed by virtue of being too close, letting out a grunt and lashing out with her weapon at the hand that's grabbed her. But before it can land, the girl is airborne and inventing entirely new curse words as she sails towards Evangeline, struggling to regain control over her flight path the whole way.     It might be better for the Neuroi girl to just carry Lexicon out of here. Leaving her to her own devices when she's this angry probably isn't a good idea. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' The Abyssal being happy with the pain? That scares her she seems to be enjoying it. The talk about making them stronger does get Kotoone's attention, she gets ignored? That's fine with her, she can take a moment to focus and really go after the Abyssal. She gets ignored by her, and that? Is okay to her as she does not get shot up. They nbeed to get the heck out of there and it's time to run, she will wait for another time as she turns about to pull out. "We will contiune this later!" 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline has one of her comrades thrown at her! With her reduced mobility she can't really dodge even though she tries, so she ends up being crashed into by Lexicon and instinctively wraps her arms around the DCC. "...we should go..." she says softly to Lexicon as they fly through the air. Evangeline's shield reforms and she tries to fly out, carrying Lexicon with her. But, with her legs still regenerating and several cracks in her body that haven't healed at all she isn't moving as quickly as she usually would.      As she goes, Evangeline turns her head toward Leyte. "...I can't speak for the others...but I am not angry with you...I am sorry for you...I hope you Abyssals can be saved one day...so you can join the Hikari fleet...and maybe have friends..."      With that, she floats back through the hole in the fortress and to whatever friendly craft might await them. If there even is one anymore. Otherwise it's a long flight back to shore. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Leyte is cackling madly, even as Seifer slashes through her body. She's laughing still, as the magazine finally detonates and she's lost in the blast.     The Elites make their escape, the stripped down Daihatsu serving to get those who can't fly out of the fortress, chased by the fireball of the ammunition cooking off.     The Fifth Strike Fleet is still shadowing the fortress, but is pointedly missing one member. Shigure responds on radio, and confirms what might be going through the heads of the Elites. Yuudachi is gone. Taken in an ambush. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      The explosion of the magazine boosts Evangeline forward and she does something she rarely does...she actually lands. She touches down in the Daihatsu, carrying Lexicon with her if the DCC didn't slip out of her grasp already. The little Neuroi is tired. She hasn't had such an intense battle in a while and the strain on her core has been draining. As she notices the fleet and hears Shigure's message she looks out over the water. "...Yuudachi..." she says softly, then looks toward the fleet. "...when is the rescue operation...?" she asks, her voice carrying over the radio so that it is easy to hear. 
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6023/Dogged Execution

2018-09-03T03:57:25Z

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|Date of Scene=2018/09/02
|Location=Hikari Sea Port - Main Courtyard
|Synopsis=A group of Elites infiltrate the Dogger Bank Leviathan Base in an attempt at crippling the fortress's ability to defend itself from future assaults by destroying or crippling key defensive systems such as ammo storage.
|Cast of Characters=685, 998, 391, 457, 7, 1086, 6384
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Shigure and the Fifth Strike Fleet are shadowing the massive fortress once more, outside of engagement range. The hulking thing is slower this time, a meandering pace of around 20 knots, allowing Yamashiro to join the pursuit. Those arriving would find the group standing on the deck of the Battleship as she steams along in the wake of the fortress.     Shigure, Yuudachi and Kuma are standing around a table with a crude map of the fortress spread on it, mostly surface markers for Main Battery, Secondary Battery and Anti Air Battery emplacements. "Like, we should hit them here." says Yuudachi, jabbing her knife into the surface of the table in the center of a tight cluster of markers. "We hit that, BOOM, take out a big chunk of the fortress." Kuma, meanwhile, wrenches the knife out of the table, and frowns at the blonde destroyer. "Kuma says we try to infiltrate again, find a magazine and sabotage it, kuma. That would make more sense than pounding from the outside, kuma."     Shigure herself is quiet, as usual, blue eye tracking first from the table, to the distant looming sight of the real thing. Those arriving would find the discussion, more an argument, in full swing, with Shigure not partaking while Yuudachi and Kuma keep repeatedly stabbing the poor defenseless table. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Throughout the earlier points of the strategy meeting, Lexicon has been silent. One arm hangs at her side, while the other has been held up this entire time. A blue holographic screen projects above her palm, scrolling text and diagrams that she skims through intently. The conversation between destroyer and cruiser heating up briefly attracts her attention, eyes glancing up briefly before returning to her reading material. After a few moments, she lifts her hand further. Diagrams depicting various ships in profile materialize and then scatter around her.     With another gesture, those diagrams flicker, showing ugly crimson indicators in various positions alongside their individual hulls.     "I've been researching naval architecture, and in particular how that architecture has failed in combat and what result that had for the ship's survival." She has, probably intentionally, avoided sharing any diagrams of the ships currently present.     "I believe Kuma has the right of it. Most ships lost in combat were lost to internal fires, which in turn resulted in loss of engine power or steering, or reaching the powder magazine and causing an explosion." The program folds her arms, "Getting on board and causing as much damage as possible without having to make every single attack pierce that thing's crazy armor. That's my suggestion." 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' It's been a while since Reina was out of action. Why was she out of action? Don't ask, she's not going to talk to you about it. It's between her and no one else. But now she's back in action, and the red head is just as active as she was before. She hasn't lost her touch at all and is intent on proving it just like before. Also standing there watching carefully is the red head herself, not saying much for the time being. It's not until the others finish speaking that Reina finally speaks. "That's a good point," She says to Lexicon. "However, first comes the task of being able to actually get on board there." She looks to the others in general and asks, "With all the weapons on that thing, how are we gonna get close? Do we try maybe a diversion tactic, or maybe an underwater insertion?" The last suggestion is not made with any sarcasm at all; It's a genuine question posed by Reina. 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      It has been a while since Evangeline deployed away from her home base, but when she received the call from Hikari she made her way here as quickly as she could. She floats into the room quietly, listening to the arguing. She hasn't done much planning and so offers no alternatives. Instead she just takes up a spot beside Shigure, practically mirroring Shigure's posture and silence. As the other two argue she turns her head slightly toward Shigure. "...will Admiral Nagato be joining us...?" she asks quietly.      Even after all this time, Evangeline recognizes Reina and offers a small wave of a sleeve-like arm in greeting. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone was rested up, loaded up and ready to go, she's forming up with Shigure and the rest she'd had a small room here at the Sea Port and she'd arrived the night before. So she was rested, ready to go and joins the group in looking over the table. She's also got a data pad of some sort in hand which she's going over. "Evangeline, Lexicon, Reina." Kotone smiles a bit then looks to Kuma for a mment. "Well I have to agree a boarding action may be the sanest option given the hide of that ship could take even heavy weapons from my world I suspect. It would be one hell of a slug fest and the longer the fights goes the greater risk of someone getting sunk." 

:'''{{#var:1086|Seifer Almasy (1086)}} has posed:'''      Seifer Almasy was basically on a fishing trip.      No, really. He's dressed for fishing. He's got a fishing rod slung over his shoulder, a tackle box in hand, and a big floppyy hat full of hooks plopped over his gorgeous blonde hair. The handsome Gunblade Knight more or less *bumbled* into this whole affair on his pointless little rental boat, completely accidentally crossing paths with the battleship. Ordinarily he'd've just walked off.      But there's cute girls. And they're planning a battle.      And damned if Seifer Almasy is gonna pass up an opportunity to impress cute girls *and* beat some stuff up.      "I mean," Seifer offers, "I dunno anything about this thing, or this situation, or whatever, but seems like you'd need to do a diversionary team with heavy firepower to draw its attention to the obvious threat and then slip a crack squad of aces in through an underwater insertion while all eyes are on the distraction."      "Kinda simple I guess, but, you know, big invincible fortresses tend to forget the little cracks when they're in the middle of battle."      Seifer taps his fishing rod on his shoulder and grins. "An' simple tends to work with things like this."      He pauses.      "Oh yeah, hey, ladies. Seifer Almasy. Happy to be working with you. Never pass up an opportunity to help a cute girl." He bows, hand over his chest, like an old-timey knight.      It's probably undercut by the stupid floppy hat.      "And before you say anything, if you decide to do this, I volunteer to be a distraction." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Among those around the table is Orchid. The last time this thing emerged, Orchid was one of those who went on board to divert the thing. Before it submerged again, Orchid was able to deploy all 100 spyder drones she was carrying, and gave them a mission. Without Orchid around, they aren't THAT smart, but they're smart enough for the mission in question.     20 spyders hid themselves, near the top of the craft, as best they could, and have been acting as tracking devices, transmitting a signal ever hour or so, rotating among their number randomly. They will also ping if they receive the right signal, and will ping more frequently if the pressure drops, that is, if the monster comes up again.     The other 80 have been mapping out the ship, and are more likely to have experienced losses. Still, they are brave, and would have kept track of individuals moving round, and a basic floor plan; no idea what's going on in the rooms, but the shape and size of the rooms, yes.      Back to the moment, her thoughts on the subject are... "If we can get in again, we can see what my spyders gathered about the internal structure, which would make hitting something critical much easier. Those who do go in will face greater risk than if we stand off and bombard the thing." She glares at the map, trying to think where her spiders would likely be. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Kuma and Yuudachi blinks, pausing their argument in a comical position, the Destroyer in a headlock by the Cruiser, who is currently mid-noogie. The pair break up and stand back straight once Lexicon speaks. The DCC's words make Kuma smirk smugly, while Yuudachi just folds her arms and huffs, puffing out her cheeks in a pout.     To Reina, and Seifer, Shigure finally speaks up. "The Fifth Strike Fleet will provide the distraction while the rest of you infiltrate the fortress. Radar and low-level scout flybys have detected several gaps in the leviathan's armour coverage. A few good strikes should punch a hole big enough to get inside." she says, then looks to Evangeline. "The Admiral has other matters to attend to. I am Flagship for this operation." her words are that same soft, near-whisper that somehow manages to carry to everyone nearby regardless.     Once the plan, such as it is, has been finalized, the group are ushered into a daihatsu that's been specially brought for the mission. It's been stripped fully down, no armour, no weapons, but a large engine to get it inside minimum effective range as quickly as possible. "Anyone who isn't seaworthy, use the Daihatsu. Anyone flying, stay below three hundred feet, the highest concentration of AA gun batteries cannot depress far enough to engage at that altitude." comes the disembodied voice of Yamashiro, sounding slightly metallic as it emits from the hull of the ship itself. "I will provide long range covering fire with my 36.5cm main battery until infiltration is achieved." The other three shipgirls leap over the side, landing on the water and materializing their Rigging in the same maneuver. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' Evangeline gets a polite wave from Reina, but then the red-head's attention turns to Seifer, who gets a cocked eyebrow briefly, then a shake of her head and a glare. "We're here planning a tactical strike on an enemy fortress and all you care about is fishing?" She scoffs. "This is REALLY gonna work out well, I'm sure!" The sarcasm is heavily noticeable in her voice as she turns away briefly. When Seifer introduces himself, Reina turns her head in his general direction, although she's barely looking at him. "Reina Kinney." She says plainly before looking forwards again, not wanting to let him see her sneer. Apparently, she either isn't aware that Seifer just happened upon this whole thing or just doesn't care. Looking to Shigure again, Reina gives a nod. "Well, that plan definitely works for me." She cracks her knuckles and gives a slight smirk. "It's been a while since I've been in action, so this should be fun!" There's a slight chuckle from the red-head at that. Once they're ushered into the daihatsu, Reina listens attentively to what Shigure has to say, then gives a nod. "I can definitely provide air support. With your permission, I'll teleport to Neo Falcon and follow along at the altitude level you've indicated." 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid mentally goes back and forth between her two options. Her rocket surfboard would suffice to get her on board, but leave her more exposed, but the transport boat is a bigger target... In the end she chooses a spot on board, which will free up weapon energy for later use. "Part of me wishes we could use the EOD approach, but this will do," she muses as she boards. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa listens as the plan is laid out she nods for a moment. "I may be bringing some other kit with me today though if we're boarding." She may end up using her fit to get to boarding range then go a bit more traditional for her, given planes in close quarters might be an issue. "Sounds like a solid plan and I'll be boarding, I take it, Commander?" She asks respecting Shigure being in charge of this operation. "Given the kit I use when i'm on land might be more useful from the inside. Unless you wish me on giving air cover." 

:'''{{#var:1086|Seifer Almasy (1086)}} has posed:'''      "Hey, hey! I *was* here on a fishing trip. I'm clearly giving you ladies my attention, aren't I?" Seifer says, holding up his hands, "If all I cared about was fishing I'da fucked off and gone back to it. But that wouldn't be gallant or chivalrous, an' a knight's supposed to be both."      "Anyway, sounds good. Got my gunblade right here."      The hell did he pull that thing out of? (Inventory space). 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     "Don't pout," Lexicon admonishes Yuudachi, "Just learn from it and move on." The various images she projects are dismissed, and in their place she produces a gem-topped staff from her inventory with a flash of pixellated light. This begins to glow, and mid-step Lexicon transforms from her usual appearance to the white-haired, red-eyed Silver Soul. Wings and armored Processors wink in around her as she takes to the air above the transport boat.     "Three hundred is quite a ceiling. I'll be mindful!" She turns in midair, right hand extending out as her axe materializes. She remembers how awkward it was fighting one-handed before, but that's not going to stop her.     "Stay low, stay fast! Let the 5th Fleet get their attention!" Whirling around, Lexicon brings her axe up, then points with it, "I've got a promise to keep, let's shove off!" 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline nods lightly at Shigure before looking back toward the others. Infiltration is not her usual function, but if that is the plan she will support it. She is more interested in Seifer and his unusual attire. She floats toward him quietly. "...does it hurt having all those hooks in your head...?" she asks in her quiet voice, as always heard over radios rather than spoken directly from her. If not for the wrist radio she wears it wouldn't come from her at all.      When the command is given to move out, the little Neuroi follows the others out and remains near the daihatsu as it starts toward the floating fortress. "...if we need an insertion point...my breaker beam should be able to create an entrance wherever we need one..." 300 feet is no trouble for someone the size of a 12 year old girl. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Phase one, get on board.     To facilitate this, once the Daihatsu is loaded up and shoved off of the Battleship's crane, the massive turrets of the warship turn into position as the ship tilts starboard, making a hard port turn to get into weapon range. The lighter ships make space from the Battleship, then go into their full Ocean Fitouts as well, a small flotilla of fullsized warships materializing and rotating turrets into place, ready to open fire once in range. "Begin your run, once we open fire the fortress should focus on us. A small ship like the Daihatsu should not attract attention from their gunners." comes Yamashiro's imperious tone over radio, punctuated by her eight cannons sounding off in a staggered fire pattern, sending shells down range to strike and detonate against the outer shell of the fortress.     The response is immediate, all the turrets on the fortress turn and start firing back, lobbing shells back at the Battleship and the escorting craft. "Double Line, spread out, do not give them an easy target." instructs Shigure, as the Kanmusu begin their distraction engagement. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid is in the boat! Not much she can do but watch the mobile fortress as they approach. Well, there is something she can do. "For those of us unfamiliar, I think some warning is due. This thing is part of the Abyssal Fleet. Prepare yourselves for an unholy abomination of metal and flesh," Orchid says to the others on the Daihatsu. Hey, it's better than going in cold. "Try and get the 'ewww' factor dealt with as best you can." 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa normally would be giving air cover but this day she's not, she's got kitted out in her more traditional stealth gear and was riding on the boat as he would wait checking her weapons over to pass the time, she also checks the matter manipulator on her hip. With that done she'll look over to Orchid for a moment. "I know it's something we have to deal with at least this one isn't eating her subordinates...I can give us some heavy weapons fire if we need it." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Evangeline escorts the daihatsu most of the way to the huge Abyssal, but when they get closer she zooms ahead. The only sound of her passing is the splash of her air displacement forcing the water out around her and a slight metallic sound like fingers sliding across guitar strings. She holds her arms forward and the ends start to glow a sinister red. "...I'll take point..." she says, her quiet voice carrying over the radio.      She takes a moment for her sensors or perhaps someone else's to pinpoint a weak spot in the armor before firing, aiming just above the water line. The beam of sinister red lances through the air, nearly as thick as the Neuroi is tall. She would usually try to punch as far as possible into the craft, but as they are attempting a somewhat covert insertion she only fires until she is sure she has made it through the outer hull before she stops firing. Where the beam hits there is a sudden and constant explosion until there is a hole large enough for the team to insert. Then, the little Neuroi flies in. 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' After thinking things over, Reina decides to stick to the Daihatsu instead, since she realizes that the anti-aircraft fire would be a nightmare to deal with. Not to mention, the last time she was shot down and had to eject, she got a quality chewing out from Laia and was forced to give up a third of her paycheck to pay for the recovery fees. There's also the issue of having to repair and repaint the craft herself, but that's something else for another time. She decides to stick to the water for the time being. "It's time to move on in and take them out!" Reina says, her eyes narrowing as she spots the fortress after a few moments. "Looks like this is going to be more exciting than I anticipated." She isn't smiling in the least bit either, as for some reason, this is really getting her uneasy. Looking to the Kanmasu, she whispers, "Be careful out there." She then looks to Orchid and says, "Don't worry, I've dealt with a LOT of freakish things in my time, so I won't be too shocked." Once the explosion goes off, Reina is quick to follow the others inside. "Let's do this!" She says, a scowl on her face as opposed to the usual eager grin. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Flight is the fast way to go, or at least to keep ahead of the daihatsu landing boat, even as lightened and fast as this particular incarnation might be. Lexicon sweeps her axe up, presenting the flat of the plasma blade as a shield as she skims the ocean's waves. Peering over the curve of her weapon, she zeroes in on one of the access hatches along the side. Her staff is raised and she points at it, to indicate the weakpoint she's picked out.     Kind of like the hatch they'd busted into last time, though this one is a different location from that.     "Time to open the door--!" So Ein Schlag wasn't enough of a hit to break open the hull last time? Lexicon's got a new plan. She hefts her axe, gripping it in both hands, that staff semi-awkwardly held alongside the haft of her weapon--     And then Neuroi Girl opens the door with a giant laser cannon instead. Lexicon nearly stumbles in midair. Recovering at a lower altitude, she scratches her cheek with one fingertip, "...Well, yeah, I guess that works too."     Without another word, the Silver DCC dips in through the provided opening. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     The Daihatsu's crew, for what it's worth, of Equipment Fairies, begin signalling for everyone to brace, as Evangeline opens fire with her Neuroi Beam. The baleful red lance sears through the outer metal skin, opening up a large cargo room to the outside. The Daihatsu easily slips into the opening, scraping up onto the slowly flooding deck. The fairies abandon ship in a much smaller motorboat, moving back out of the craft and leaving the hulk where it sits.     Inside of the fortress, the shuddering impacts of the fleet's shells outside make the entire ship feel like it's breathing, quivering in pain as if it were alive.     In some senses, it is.     The cargo room is largely empty, save for some large cargo containers. Looking inside reveals large ingots of steel, easily several tons worth of the material. It's a strange blackish colour with vein-like markings through it. Evangeline and Kotone would recognize it from resource raids with the HDA. Abyssal Steel.     There are two large cargo doors leading deeper into the craft, one straight across from the breach, the other to the right. A third door was to the left but is blocked by a large amount of debris, and some metal fatigue caused by the Neuroi Beam.     "Fifth fleet disengaging. Good luck." crackles Shigure over the radio. "Wait... where did that fog come fr--- TIGHTEN U---" crrrrk. The signal cuts out. 

:'''{{#var:1086|Seifer Almasy (1086)}} has posed:'''      Seifer's never been in an ocean battle before.      Seifer's never been in a lot of battles before. That makes them more exciting. New experiences are cool and heroic and all kinds of awesome. But Seifer also doesn't have much in the way of useful ranged options to help cover Daihatsu, so he mostly sits still until Evangeline opens the door and they get inside. Well, 'sits still' - more like kicks his feet back up and takes a nap.      Yeah, really. Seifer basically takes a nap in the middle of an active battle. That's either supreme confidence or supreme apathy.      The question is immediately answered once they're inside. It's supreme confidence; Seifer gets out of the boat immediately and slings his gunblade around, floppy hat bouncing with each step. It's hard to take him seriously like that, but the way he moves that weird blade marks him as an expert. More than an expert. A savant. Guy might look goofy but there's some kick in that weird thing.      He strolls forward and looks at the steel. Deciding that he does not know what that is, he goes, "Hey, there's some weird-looking metal in this thing!" and then strolls off towards the blocked door.      Seifer rolls his arm.      "Alright. Should be no problem. Here I go!"      Slash! Slash slash slash slash slash! JRPG Action! Slash! Slash! Swish! Slash! Cut lines!      Seifer just *carves* into the debris with all the force he can muster. Which, it turns out, is a lot. Why go the long way when you can go that way? 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Despite what is going on with the Fifth Fleet, Orchid is focused on her part, because this is when it really begins. As soon as she boards, she sends out a special radio signal, and is flooded with responses from her spiders. Soon, several are even coming out of the walls, glad that their person is back. For her part, Orchid is equally happy, kneeling down to pick up and pet the approaching spiders. "Yes yes, mommy missed you too, and you all did such good jobs," she coos, while she takes in the wealth of information. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa gets the warning to brace and she does quite well, for the most part, she won't be long before she's one of the first ones inside along with the other/s she's carrying a high tech assault rifle ready to go and her eyes are looking about for it for a moment. "Abyssal Steel..." She notes looking over the strange resources. "Used to build more of these things or repair them." She notes as she makes note of Seifer for a moment with a bit of a grin as he goes to open the way forward for them. The moment the door is blown by Seifer she'll be aiming to follow him right out of there deeper into the ship. < 

:'''{{#var:391|Reina Kinney (391)}} has posed:''' Once they're inside, Reina looks to the others and says, "Let's do this!" She's still scowling, almost like the rush of adrenaline isn't giving her the boost of excitement she needed. She snaps her fingers on both hands then holds them carefully so that when her energy pistols materialize, they are a perfect fit, if that makes any sense. She doesn't give a damn for what Seifer is doing, figuring that his attitude towards this whole thing will either bring him back to reality or be his downfall. Of course, once he actually manages to clear the debris, Reina goes wide-eyed, albeit very briefly, then shakes her head. "I don't believe it," Reina says with a shake of her head, rolling her eyes as she rushes towards the new entrance. "I just hope this Seifer guy knows what he's doing, because I don't want to be excessively casting Resta here." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      Usually Evangeline finding a big storage container full of steel ingots would be like a kid finding a box of candy, but Abyssal Steel leaves her feeling uneasy instead. The little Neuroi looks around and takes note of the three doors. "...should we split u-" she starts to ask, but Seifer slashes open a door and interrupts her thought. She watches him silently, then tilts her head just a bit. "...up...?" she finishes, then looks toward the door that has been covered with debris. "...I will go this way..." she says, then raises her arms again and charges up once more before firing a short burst of her breaker beam to try and disintegrate that debris as well as open the door. The smoke from the explosion she creates this time billows out around her, obscuring her for a few moments. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     Inside, Lexicon skids to a halt on the deck, the metal soles of her armored boots throwing up sparks. She further brakes herself using the blade of her axe, only to haul herself upright. Immediately, her transformation disappears as does the rod she holds. The axe is replaced with a more mundane looking (if still enormous) hammer, which she swings up onto her shoulder as she examines the cargo hold for threats.     Finding none, she glances back as others disembark the Daihatsu transport.     Evangeline and Seifer start working on the blocked doorway, and so Lexicon decides it's time to evaluate options. She lifts her free hand, projecting the map that Orchid just now provided After a moment's thought, she turns and approaches the doorway immediately across from where the team entered from, "You guys mess with that. I'm more interested in the 'explosive' rooms Orchid mentioned." 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Well, Seifer and Evangeline manage to blast open the blocked doorway. Beyond is another cargo bay, with no other doors leading from it. This bay has more crates, filled with an amalgam of yellowish rocks. Bauxite. It's a trasure room alright! If you're a carrier.     Orchid's display would indicate the best way to go would be the door straight across from the breach. With the noise from the attack on the blocked door, the door on the right opens and a group of Abyssals enter. A Ri-class heavy cruiser, trailed by a quintet of destroyers. 3 I-class and 2 Ro-class. They snarl and bring guns to bear, the Destroyer's mouths hinging open as the barrel extends, while the Ri-class's gauntlets open and spit plumes of flame and explosive shells at those still in the bay. 

:'''{{#var:1086|Seifer Almasy (1086)}} has posed:'''      "Oh for fuck's sake," Seifer says aloud as he swings his gunblade back over his shoulder and adjusts his silly floppy fishing hat, "Seriously? This place sucks."      Orchid gives directions, and Seifer follows them, largely because he figures it'll get him to the fighting sooner. Sure enough, there they are, and they open up with gunfire immediately. Shells rain down. Seifer puts on a huge fucking grin at that, and, well, rather than run, or hide, or pull out his own gun, no, Seifer's a god damned lunatic. Seifer just goes *diving* into the gunfire.      And it turns out that Seifer is as good a gunblade wielder as his floppy hat is stupid-looking.      Maybe even better.      It's a dance. No, it's not a dance, it's machine-calculated. No, it's not even that. It's art, though, that's for sure, as his blade flashes, cleaving aside shellfire like it's barely there. Each strike is fast, each carve is quick, each motion dedicated. Seifer's fast and brutal but he wastes no motion, and every strike is perfect, gorgeous, unerring.      But he can't cut fire. The fire catches his coat, a burn racing up his leg. He grabs his coat and pulls it off, swinging it around at one of the enemy ships. "Hey! Fuck off with that!" He shouts, and then immediately regrets it as he stumbles a bit in mid-motion.      It's not enough to stop him from continuing forward but every step is gonna be pain for the next few hours.      On the other hand he is /grinning/ like an idiot even despite it. His blade flashes out again, and this time he pulls the trigger on-impact, and the blade vibrates furiously like a chainsaw.      Gunblades: they're not blades attached to guns. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      By now Orchid has patched into her network Kotone and any allies with compatible gear, showing them all a map of the area, and locations of hostiles. She is also highlighting the route to the nearest explosive room.      Then in come the Abyssals, attracted by Seifer's noise... But he manages to be a very proactive meat shield, so Orchid is willing to cut him some slack. Still, she activates her shields, interposing them against any stray shots. "I think we need to keep moving," she reminds the others, edging towards the passage they need to go down. 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa can tell this is some serious loot. "That's a whole lot of Bauxite." She was going to trya nd make off with some of it untol the abyssals show up and she opens up with her assault rifle cloaking in the process. She'll fire short controlled shots at the enemy, she'll try to not get hit and that was a near thing thankfully she avoided getting platered all over the bay. She'll fire here and there moving the instant the trigger is pulled like some sort of Phantom... 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      "...you shouldn't say bad words like that..." Evangeline says softly to Seifer as he comments on the room. She looks at the Bauxite and considers how it might taste. She turns her head slightly as that other door opens...then is sent bouncing away as one of those explosive shells impacts her shield. Translucent hexagonal panels flare into view to disperse the impact and she bounces and somersaults through the air a few times before she rights herself and brings her arms to bear.      Then she pauses as Seifer charges in. Melee fighters always make her job a bit more difficult against human-sized targets. Instead of her breaker beam she has to resort to her vectoring beams. The ends of her arms glow, as do the red panels on her strange little wings before beams of that rather evil-looking red lance out and somehow bend and twist at sharp angles to avoid Seifer and hit a few of the many targets. "...go...we will hold them off..." she says to Orchid, Lexicon, and Kotone. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     The remaining door Lexicon hadn't been headed towards opens. She glances towards it, sighting the figures. Security. Gripping her hammer, she whirls to face them with a quick "Aw, hell--" before a shell hits her. The armor-piercing shell punches right through her chest, popping out through her back before it actually explodes, causing the program to stagger forward.     Thing is, there's no heart to punch a hole through. She bares her teeth not in pain but in frustration, "Fuckin' slowing us down..!" The fingers of her free hand flex as she goes for her weapon, but she does acknowledge Evangeline's remark. A glance is cast back to the cruiser that shot her, before she skips back and through the unopened door she had been headed for from the start. 

:'''{{#var:685|Shigure (685)}} has posed:'''     Seifer makes with the parrying, sending shells off course to slam into the walls, detonating in little flowers of yellow flame. Some of the holes that are opened up 'bleed' a black ichor, and flailing tendrils of white flesh erupt to fill the 'wounds'.     Evangeline's homing lasers smash into the Abyssals, following up Seifer's assault. The laser beams punch through one of the I-class, causing it to shudder then collapse as it 'belches' a gout of flame. As it collapses to the deck, it explodes as its ammo storage detonates, causing shrapnel to rain down on the others in its formation.     Kotone's shots help blind one of the Ro-class, the shots shooting out the glowing green-blue eye, making its shots come out randomly.     Orchid, and Lexicon make their way down the hallway, unmolested for the time being. A junction up ahead leads two possible ways. Orchid can lead the group down the right pathway, coming out into a large room piled with human-sized ammunition shells. 16inch, 14inch, 5inch and boxes of 20 and 40mm shells are stacked and piled haphazardly, along with several crates full of a black, acrid-smelling powder in poorly maintained billet packs. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      "This... does not seem safe. At all," Orchid says, looking around the room. "I suppose that makes things easier for us. Keep an eye out, I want to make sure of something," she asks Lexicon. What that something is involves making trails of gunpowder going between all the piles of ammo, so that even if it doesn't explode the way they may want it to, that the whole thing at least will catch fire properly." 

:'''{{#var:457|Neuroi Girl (457)}} has posed:'''      When Orcid and Lexicon make their way down the corridor Evangeline moves to cover then. She floats through the doorway backwards, continuing to fire on the Abyssals. Her shield continues to flare and pieces of her body start to flake away as damage bleeds through. She tries to use her vectoring beams to pick off the smaller Abyssals so that she won't be dealing with them while trying to handle the Ri-class.      "...I do not know how long I can hold them...please hurry..." the little Neuroi radios to the others as a larger shell pierces her shield and one of her cat ears is sheared off. "...and who was that talking on the radio...was it the fortress herself..?" 

:'''{{#var:7|Kotone Yamakawa (7)}} has posed:''' Kotone Yamakawa still feels some level of sympathy for the Abyssal but that does not stop her as she keeps fighting the now blinded Ro-Clas sis fired on as Kotone tries to finish he deal and bring her down. She keeps on shoting she kepts on flickering and moving. "I'm doing what I can here!" There still could be more abyssals coming too that much is keen in her mind and given her nature she does not want to find out if they could make her like them if they captured her...that was a pretty scary thought to the cyborg. 

:'''{{#var:998|Lexicon (998)}} has posed:'''     "Great," Lexicon comments as she takes in the surroundings, "You've found the single most dangerous place in this thing." She glances at her hammer, then at the trails of flammable powder Orchid is laying out. With a thoughtful noise, she hefts the weapon in both hands, "Just get ready to run once I get this going. Shit's gonna burn fast. And once it's done burning, it starts exploding. This much crap piled up, it's gonna be visible from the mainland." She then brings the hammer down against the Abyssal ship's deck, producing a ludicrous noise and a shower of sparks as metal strikes metal.     "EIN SCHLAG!" 
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6026/Hamon wholewheat

2018-08-29T01:37:30Z

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|Date of Scene=2018/08/28
|Location=The Quilt
|Synopsis=Yang asks for help healing lingering wounds from the fight with the Saint of Glass. Josuke answers the call.
|Thanks=Josuke
|Cast of Characters=906, 1119
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Third Gear, aboard one of the Linecities. Duty Hangar 3, Linerunner bay.     Yang is still aboard the Linerunner, her right arm in a brace and splint, left leg bound up as well causing her to limp when she walks. She's still swaddled up in bandages, showing other areas of damage from the close encounter of the mouthlaser-and-metal wall-kind.     It'd be a simple task finding directions to the hangar. Most folks in the city are willing to help out. 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:'''     That's fortunate, that people are willing to give directions. Hopefully Yang has also told them that there's someone coming that's offered to help try to heal her injuries. Though unless she's specified what her intended benefactor looks like, he might get a few looks.     Because... well, he's a ''punk''. And he looks it, if one's familiar with the appearance of Japanese delinquency. It's a teenager in a purple school uniform, with his hair in a pompadour, with a lot of gold decorations on his uniform. Though he's actually quite a bit bigger than a normal Japanese teen from Earth. But aside from that he looks like a normal Earth kid.     Assuming they ''do'' still point him to the right direction, Josuke will eventually find her. "Hey," he greets, when he finally sees her. And then a wince. "Wow... you look like you'd been knocked around pretty good," he observes. He's not going to ask if she's OK; clearly she's not or he wouldn't be here! 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang didn't tell anyone, but the Hylotls, Florans and other beings from Starbound Flotilla's 'verse have seen weirder than this kid, so happily provide directions. "Oh, yesssss," comes one floran, hissing with a smile on their plant-like face that looks more like a grimace. "Blonde burning one. Hangar bay three. Came in with otherssss after beating the Sssssaint of Glassssss back on Sssssecond Gear." The Floran points the way, then returns to what they were doing.     Yang is aboard the Linerunner, it's distinct from the other Linecraft in the bay, mostly because of the mishmash of Linegear strapped to it to let it function at the speeds required. The blonde brawler is working on her bike, fumbling with the wrench as Josuke speaks up. "DAAAH! Dust and Fire man, don't sneak up on a girl like that!" she says, picking up the wrench then wiping her brow, smudging grease with her sleeve. "Yeah, well you could say that, getting lasered to the face then smashed into the side of an armoured metal wall without Aura'd do that to ya."     Yang grins. She seems in good spirits, her sense of humour recovered, even if her body is lagging behind. "Sometimes I miss the Union... I'd have been back on my feet fighting in a week on Njorun's medical level." 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:'''     Josuke really doesn't know what Yang's been up to, not even after the floran tells him. But he nods and thanks the floran nonetheless -- it's not going to be important, most likely. Yang's what's important; she's hurt, and he can most likely fix that.     Though once he realizes that he's startled her, Josuke gives a sheepish look. "Oops. Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he offers, a hand at the back of his neck. And he cringes a little when she tells him what she's had happen to her. "Oh, '''OUCH'''!" he exclaims. "That's why I try to keep my Stand between me and danger. Sure, it hurts when my Stand gets hit... but it hurts less than when ''I'' get hit."     The mention of the Union gets a thoughtful pout. Pouts are, after all, how Josuke communicates much of his facial body language. "I hear about the Union a lot... though I think my world unified after it broke up," he notes. "So I didn't get a chance to really see what it was like." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Yeah... I was kinda doing my berserk thing, I only know what happened because people told me after the fact." she replies, shrugging, then wincing as the gesture pulls something inside. "I've been trying to keep myself busy tuning Bumblebee for the next leg of the journey out here while I wait for my Aura to heal my wounds, but there's so many it takes a lot of stamina to keep it up so it can work."     As if on queue, a golden shimmer ripples across her body, then vanishes with a soft 'fizzle' sound. She staggers after that, leaning back against her bike with a soft gasp. 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:'''     "Berserk thing?" Josuke inquires. The situation has never really allowed him to observe her in detail during one of her 'berserk' fits, even if he's seen her do it, so he might not have been able to tell. However, when Yang staggers, Josuke moves to her side quickly, intent on assisting her if possible. "Yikes, are you okay?" It's a rhetorical question, kind of, but he's also asking if she's stable enough for him to try to heal her.     "Okay... I learned something called 'Hamon' from an ancestor of mine. It's... well, it seems better for healing living people than what I usually do," he explains. "If something non-living is broken, I can fix that too, but not with this. But, I'm still learning it how to use the Hamon properly. Do you mind if I use that, since it's better for healing living things? If it doesn't work, I'll use my Stand." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang nods, pressing a hand to Josuke's chest to ease him back. "Yeah, my Aura just depleted is all." she takes a shakey breath, then straightens again. "Like I said, it takes a lot of stamina." She tilts her head curiously, listening to Josuke with a knitted brow.     "Well, what more harm could it do than I've already had?" she asks, using her bike as a seat. "Do I need to do anything for this, or just stay still and not faint?" she asks, smirking at her own quip. 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:'''     Josuke stands back when prompted, with a nod when she explains what's going on. It's a little worrying, though, and he doesn't know enough about Aura to be able to tell if she's just telling him it's all right so he won't worry or not. Though he's the type that... well, he's gonna worry anyway. At least he's not doing that 'because she's a girl'. He worries about anyone like that.     He smirks a little, the gesture a little nervous. "That's basically it. And try not to yell or do anything to startle me. Though at least with using Hamon to heal it, there's no chance of warping the injury permanently. And I can always try again without anything bad happening." Which is probably another reason he wanted to try to use the Hamon this time, instead of his Stand. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang nods to Josuke. "That's fine... y'need me to lie down, or sit somewhere?" she asks, gesturing to her leg. "I'm a bit limited in where I can get to easily." she adds, then pushes off her bike, aiming to slug the delinquent in the shoulder lightly. "Don't sound so worried." 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:'''     "Either one will work," Josuke offers. He gives a surprised grunt at the slug in the arm, and staggers back a step himself. Even injured, Yang's strength is nothing to sneeze at! However, he chuckles. "Sorry. Force of habit, I'm afraid." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang nods at the response, then seats herself back on her bike, settling in on the vehicle and holding herself stable. "Alright then, ready when you are." she says, consciously suppressing her Aura so it doesn't activate at an inopportune time. 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:'''     Josuke nods at the go-ahead. He takes a breath, and then pauses. "Oh. Right." He does think to warn her, "I'm going to have to touch you for this to work. I'm just going to touch your arm, if that's okay." Always have to point that out, warn ahead, just in case Yang doesn't like being touched. It might look weird, since he's a boy. But yes. Forewarned is forearmed! And Josuke REALLY doesn't want to get seriously punched by Yang.     Though, once that warning is delivered, he goes to stand beside her, and closes his eyes. He pushes his abdominal muscles in and up, to push all of the air out of his lungs. Holds. Breathes in. Holds. He repeats this a couple of times... and then he holds an emptied-lung exhale for a heartbeat longer. And then he draws in a deep breath. This inhalation makes a 'kooooh' sound.     Suddenly the room might seem a bit brighter. And as he reaches out for Yang's arm, unless something happens to intercept him, she might notice that... his hand is warm. Far warmer than it should be. Not hot enough to burn or scorch, though. The kind of warmth that comes from a warm sweater, the kind that a normal human craves in the winter, the kind from lovingly made soup in the belly, that comes from being wrapped in a warm blanket and drinking hot chocolate.     That warmth seeks to spread from Josuke's fingers, seeking out the injuries in Yang's body and seeking to correct them. This is a good deal slower than using his Stand... and possibly not as strong. However, he does have experience with staying in this state for long periods of time. His own Stand can't heal himself, and he gets into trouble enough to hurt himslf fairly often. Hamon is his only way to heal. So he can remain like this for a while. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang shrugs again. "I don't get all bent out of shape about people touching me." she replies, then watches curiously at the preparation work. Then, she blinks at the warmth radiating from the boy's hand, seeking out the fractures in her bones, slowly knitting them together. She feels it working, much like her own Aura, but in fast forward.     Remembering the warnings, she doesn't speak or move so she doesn't break his concentration, but she definitely looks appreciative. 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:'''     Josuke loses track of time while he's transmitting the healing warmth. He just continues, until either he can feel her damaged body knitting itself back together finally... or until he has to 'relax' whatever it is that's transmitting the healing warmth. And when he does, he's visibly worn out from it.     He breathes more deeply now, visibly sweating, as though he's run quite some distance. "There..." he notes, on a deep exhalation. "How well did it do?" He'll look at the injuries as well as he can, though not wanting to disturb what ones he hasn't managed to fix. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang flexes her hand. "Well, the arm's fixed... and I think you got the ribs too, but my leg still hurts and, well, it didn't fix me up completely, but I wasn't expecting it to." she replies, pulsing her aura and breaking the brace on her arm, giving it a stretch. "I can punch again, that's all that really matters." she adds, then shifts to give Josuke a hug, being careful not to crush him with her raw strength. "Thanks. I mean it." 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:'''     Josuke nods. "I'm not as experienced with Hamon as I am with my Stand. But the Stand could have messed things up even worse if I'd lost concentration. This is slower, and not as complete, but it also had less chance of messing up. Hopefully your Aura can pick up the slack." She had said something about an 'aura', right? That it could heal her? If nothing else, Josuke hopes, he's managed to restore that 'Aura' so that she can get herself back in order more quickly.     "If nothing else, you're at least better than you were, from the looks of it -- whoa!" That reaction, of course, was to her arm cast exploding! Though of course he's going to return the hug! Not just because she's a girl, either. Because... c'mon, who doesn't love hugs?     Josuke smiles, and as he steps back, notes, "I'm just glad it worked. I could use the practice, too. Mister Joestar talked about what he'd heard about Hamon, that HIS teacher said there were people over in Tibet who could heal a person, body and soul, with just a touch. I'm not nearly that good. But I can work at it until I am!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     "Knowing you? You'll be giving out the healing touches in no time flat." she remarks, grinning a bit. "If y'wanna stick around, I could use some help with Bumblebee... or you could take in the Linecity. This place is pretty amazing, it's a giant hovercraft, and because of the way this area known as The Line works, we're currently travelling at nearly lightspeed." she gestures to the hangar doors as they groan open. The sky wierd, the area behind the craft red-shifted, tinting everything slower than the city a shade of crimson. 

:'''{{#var:1119|Josuke Higashikata (1119)}} has posed:'''     "I can hope!" Josuke replies, with a broad smile. It's one of those goofy grins that he pulls off when he's feeling happy. Though when Yang notes she could use help, he nods. "Sure, I can help out. Uh, though I'll warn I don't know much about fixing a motorcycle." Unless he uses his Stand, of course.     The explanation gets a blink, and then as the doors open, he looks out. "Whoooooa..." he breathes. "It's safe to open those, right? I mean, we're not gonna get sucked out there like out of an airlock in space, are we?" 
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5960/Red Talon Reprisal

2018-08-01T03:28:51Z

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|Date of Scene=2018/07/31
|Location=Remnant
|Synopsis=Red Talon attack a town. Elites stop them and then Grimm show up.
|Cast of Characters=906, 1100, 42, 874, 495, 6384, 411
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     It's a settlement, much like others outside of the major Kingdoms. A fair sized town, ringed by large walls and guarded with large steel gates. Sentry towers hold guardsmen armed with rifles, but no mounted weaponry. A militia marshals in the central square, weilding whatever weapons come to hand, farm and craftsman tools, and a few proper Weapons, though some just have bare fists(or claws) and grit.     Red Talon forces are coming from the north, they've already been engaged by the wall defenders at range, exchanging fire as multi coloured tracers lance back and forth.     From the opposite side of town, comes Yang astride her trusty motorcycle. She rides right through the open gate, then skids to a halt near the militia. "What's the situation, and where do you need me?" she asks the mayor, who's marshalling the volunteers.     The mayor is a huge tower of a faunus, perhaps some kind of bear or other large animal giving him prodigious size. He nods to the brawler, then to any others that come up asking where they're needed. "We need to repel them before the civilians start to panic. If that happens, we'll have Grimm to fight off too. I've called for evacuation teams to wait on standby, just in case." he says, then indicates the north wall. "Stop them from breaching the wall." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:'''     Just before Yang blasts through the gates, she'll pick up a wingmouse. The roar of Skrat's gas turbine is heard just before the mouse slots in neatly behind and to the left of Bumblebee. When Yang slides to a halt, the mouse can't help but make her own slide slightly showy, doing a full 360 spin before the bike stops, neatly, behind Yang. She nods as she listens to the Mayor. "We can do that. Let them know help has arrived... though hopefully the entrance did most of the work... Yang, is everyone around here built to my scale?" 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     This isn't just a fight physically.     It's a fight of emotion. The red talons are exploiting Remnant's unique... physics, which will cause panic and fear to actually manifest monsters.     Although mecha are not the best tool for fighting infantry, they are highly visible. Everyone can see them. Usually, this is perhaps seen as an offensive tool -- they're a weapon of terror and intimidation, showing the enemy a physical manifestation of might.     But it can work defensively as well, or so Staren hopes -- a highly visible defender, a visible show of the might assembled to defend them.     Bright and shiny, the Star Hawk dives down from the sky, accompanied by a salvo of missiles raining down on the back line, exploding into fiery plasma. The mecha transforms from jet mode in midair and yes, Staren goes for the one-kneed superhero landing in front of the wall. 

:'''{{#var:874|Yuuki Konno (874)}} has posed:'''     From afar and above comes a purple streak arrowing in and down. Well, perhaps not a literal purple streak... but Yuuki's probably the fastest person in her world's modern history. Not as fast in flight as the Sylphen air-masters, but fast enough to put even the eagles to shame.     It serves her well enough anyways, and she drops towards the ground inside the walls at a heart-stopping plummet. Warning or not, she doesn't really want to be exposed to fire while arriving... friendly fire or otherwise.     Like eagles however, Yuuki seems to be able to pull out of a dive quite well. She somehow avoids a crash, pulling up in a manner that looks like it'd snap the wings of a normal being. She sets down almost delicately, not even needing to do a standard three-point superhero landing.     For those who know the Imp from elsewhere, there's only one change of note now that she's in Remnant. She wears a crimson headband, and it's tied to conceal her pointy ears. Yes, somehow it stayed on in her headlong flight. For that matter, her flowing sleeves managed somehow to stay intact instead of being ripped away by the wind. MMO rules aren't always those of physical reality after all, and her outfit's more digital than physical.     Quickly Yuuki assesses the defenses. The wall is a good one. Meant to keep out Grimm rather than raiders, but it'll do nicely for either. She's not a great tactician really, but she figures the situation is stable enough for now. They can deal with Talon crossing the wall or incoming Grimm flyers when the time arrives, for now focussing on the invading horde. They probably don't have to worry too much about fear for that matter. The walls protect the town in more than the physical. So long as the fighting goes on outside the walls, there's nothing to panic the townsfolk. Only those with a heart ready for battle need actually witness the fight.     "All right then!" she cries cheerfully, bounding up and into the air once again, small starry batlike wings blurring into motion. She looks to the Mayor, looks to Yang and her companions, and forms up roughly beside them. Well, more like beside, above and behind them at various times. She's not one for a stable formation. "Time to kick some Talon butt!" she cheers. This is basically PVP, right? 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' The alarm goes out. It's only a matter of time until Riva arrives. When she does, it's on a growling motorbike of her own. She rolls past the town up one side, heading for the north wall as people share information and call out what's going on. "WHOOOOOOOOOO!" She cries, rolling up on the north side, a shotgun in one hand. "HEY PEOPLE! I HEAR WE GOT SOME RUDE AND ROWDY TYPES TRYING TO BULLY SOME PEOPLE!" She yells, announcing her presence. "HOW ABOUT YOU PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!" She's loud and being intentionally obnoxious. Because it means people attack HER instead of the squishier people around her. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      It's not on the same level of awesome as a mecha, but flying in on a rocket surfboard is still fairly awesome. Such is how Orchid arrives, the red board securely under her feet as she zooms in from the south. She's heading to where her medical skills will do the most good, to the northern wall. She's heading directly to were she sees the attacks landing, as that's where there are likely to be the wounded she can help. "Tell me where it hurts," she says as she lands, surfboard folded into a compact bump on her back. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      After getting a call from Staren about trouble brewing in the town, Twilight Sparkle decided to come help. As the others ride and fly into town, a cute purple hot air balloon floats in from the south and lands near the militia. Hearing the declaration that the Red Talons can't be allowed to breach the wall, the first thing that the purple unicorn who hops out of the balloon does is cast a spell to reinforce the wall! Twilight Sparkle's horn glows brightly as she casts a barrier spell around the wall and gates. Arcs of magic slowly rise from the walls, colors shimmering over them in a prismatic effect. They rise and swirl together until in a flash they form a purple domed barrier around the town, reinforcing the walls and gateways and providing at least some protection from airborne invaders.      She approaches the bear of a faunus mayor after that and bows lightly, extending one foreleg forward and bending the other beneath herself. "Greetings. I am Twilight Sparkle, and I am here to help." The usually smiling equine seems quite serious today, and her mane and tail flow rather dramatically in the breeze. She turns toward the north after that, then trots forward quickly. She smiles a bit at Staren's landing before emerging from the north gate. Then she realizes what those explosions probably mean. She knows these Red Talons are here to cause harm, but she always hopes there is a peaceful solution. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang nods to the mayor. "Keep the militia back. Hopefully we can stop this before it gets to the point they have to join in." she looks at the obviously scared volunteers, their fear tempered by the fact this is their home. Yang then looks to Leyanne, "Ready to kick some Talon ass?" she asks, putting her helmet back on and deploying Ember Celica before settling back over the handlebars. She revs the engine, the Dust crystal glowing between gaps in the frame before she guns it. "Open the gate!" she roars over the sound of battle, causing the gate to crack open just enough for Bumblebee and Skrat to get through.. And Riva's cycle if she needs to.     The defenders on the walls cheer as they get reinforcements. Staren's mecha earning gasps of shock, then a bigger cheer as the defenders rally.     The Red Talons balk as they get plasma missiles in the backline, their ranged fighters ducking to cover, some coming out with burns, others vaporizing in the intense heat of the plasma bursts. A couple melee fighters swap their weapons to ranged mode, and take aim with the newly formed rocket launchers at the mecha. "BRING THAT THING DOWN!" bellows a slender man dressed in black. He has a grimm mask on, and shocking black and red hair with little horns poking out just above the mask. "TEAR THIS PLACE APART!" 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva's bike isn't super cool or special at all. In fact, it's pretty cheap, albeit loud. It suits her just fine. So it is when she bolts out the front gate, she's yelling and whooping with a big old grin on her face despite the horrible amount of firepower being laid downrange on her and the big looking threats, not braking at all as she leans in. The shotgun pulses with red-gold Anima, blasting short, wide waves of energy as she channels her power through it. "LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She yells... And then leaps off of her bike, backflipping as she points the weapon down, intentionally firing down at her bike to set it blowing up into the middle of their frontline in a wash of fire. She lands behind it, letting the fire silhouette her as she stands back up, her shotgun in one hand, her Ajoran Cross in the other, and a big, wild grin. "HEY GUYS! IT'S PARTY TIME, LET'S DANCE!" She yells, hurling the Cross into the lines on a golden tether. She seeks to grapple enemies with the wide tines of the Cross, yanking them out of position and firing rapidly to put the defenses in disarray and help give Yuuki the hole she's looking for. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     The Star Hawk stands up to its 42-foot height and activates its beam shield... which comes in handy as rocket launchers rain into it! Staren laughs at the attention -- but only for a second or two, before taking a defensive stance and kneeling again. The shield isn't actually wide enough to cover the whole mecha, though, so he can't just sit there and tank. The green bar at the top of his HUD already has a growing red section. Parts of the arms and legs are pockmarked with rocket explosions leaving craters of warped metal plating. Staren holds out the right arm, the gatling railcannon attached to it spewing hypersonic metal down at the back line.     Staren tries to keep up the emotional battle too. His voice is amplified by the speakers. "Those masks... so you fancy yourselves Grimm, huh? Faceless monsters made of hate. With no purpose but to fight and then die at the hands of ingenuity and heroism. If this is a fight between heroes and Grimm, do you really think the Grimm will win? Or are you ready to be /people/?"     He's not very good at it. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:'''     The mouse grins at Yang, nodding. "Let's rock and ride." She says in response to the question, bringing down her faceplate and revving Skrat's engine. The gas turbine-powered Cavalry Charger is close on Bumblebee's tail as she blasts through the gates. As soon as they're through the black-and-red warbike pulls out and overtakes. He's not as flashy as the Dust-powered bike, but what he lacks in special effects, he makes up for with the fact that he's carrying a pair of autocannons. Leyanne sets the range of her guns to 250m, turning towards the enemy lines and aiming for the rocket launchers at the back. She guns the throttle and then hits the trigger for those cannons, intending just to smash through the Red Talon front line and continue on into their support elements. As the bike closes with the Faunus lines, she pulls a long-handled socket wrench from somewhere, holding it in her left hand and getting ready to strike out at anyone on that side as she goes past. The only thing missing is the bugle. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      With the fast reactions of so many, and so many of those responding either by trying to pull the attacker's attention away from the walls or by putting up a barrier around the town, there isn't much call for Orchid's help. None the less, she makes sure all the defenders that were injured are triaged, and those who need more help moved down from the ways. Still, this takes time, so she hasn't joined the others outside the wall yet. 

:'''{{#var:874|Yuuki Konno (874)}} has posed:'''     Yuuki skips into battle, winging her way forward and at the front line, weaving and bringing up a trail of dust as she skims the ground in an unpredictable pattern at the foe. She tucks and rolls at the front line however, darting between two would-be attackers at the last moment. Braced for impact, they're not quite able to prepare for Yuuki's unexpected movement. It would clearly be mad, after all, to dive into the middle of a crowd of enemies... to allow yourself to be surrounded on all sides right? Who could have possibly expected the Imp girl to do just that?     Of course Yuuki knows others are also charging through, and Staren's already there making a mess of the enemy's back ranks. She's not so much interested in striking down enemies right now. She's more interested in breaking them! Even slow Remnant warriors are fast enough, agile and toughened through Aura, and she doesn't expect to be killing them like they were MMO popcorn mobs. But she's used to fighting in the middle of mobs, to moving unpredictably, and never being where they're aiming for. She may have to watch everywhere around her, but then everyone around her has to watch her as well... it's a fair exchange, and the more of them she can distract, the more they can't press their assault.     Of course she's no pacifist, and her sword lashes out in a dozen cuts as she passes through ranks of the Talon. Nothing likely to tear through aura-based defenses, but enough to make them think of more than their offense! 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Tasked with watching the wall, Twilight disappears in a burst of light and appears on a high point on the wall where she should be visible to most everyone. "Don't worry, everyone! So long as we work together there is no way these fiends will break through! No one is alone here! Not with your friends and family beside you!" As she says this her horn glows more and more brightly.      "And so are we!" she shouts before unleashing a powerful beam of magic at the advancing lines of Red Talons. A beam of swirling beam of purple lances out and a row of explosions follows as it cuts across the lines of attackers. It is more for show than for destruction, though those hit are sure to be tossed about by the explosive force of the beam attack. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Terror is a universal thing. And thus, it's not just the townsfolk that could draw Grimm to the area.     Tiny bears down on the Talon lines, autocannons punching through defenders, their aura's just not strong enough to repel that kind of firepower. The survivors dive out of the way of the heavy bike, springing back up, only to get a face full of kinetic blast as Yang follows the war charger in. Some unlucky bastard gets a socket wrench to the face, going down with a broken nose.     Twilight's barrier takes stray shots, deflecting rockets that would have blasted chunks out of the walls. Then, the combined railcannon and magic beam attack to the back line causes the ripple fire of rockets to thin out, their operators being shot up, or knocked out by the impacts of slugs or magic.     Riva's bellowing, and her unorthodox assault method gets the Talons on the back foot, while Yuuki does her 'high speed annoyance' routine, disrupting formations and actually bringing a few of the Faunus down, their Aura's not highly trained like someone with Yang's training.     But that's when an unearthly sound shatters the battle cries and screams. A resonant howl, and a high pitched shriek come as Grimm start to react to the Red Talon's growing fear and anger at the responders. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The defenders, exhausted and some with gunshot wounds, thank the Reploid for her efforts. None allow themselves to be taken off the wall, not while there's a threat, but they do allow her to triage them and bandage wounds before returning to the line. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' The distant shriek of the Nevermore causes Leyanne to frown... the radio discussion makes her frown deeper, hunching down behind the windshield as return fire starts to spark off the armour. She jukes to one side for Yang to power through, slotting in on Bumblebee's tail to take advantage of however Yang plans to cut her a path. As soon as said path is cut, the mouse guns the throttle, continuing the charge - accellerating it, even - with all guns blazing, intending to slam through the heavy gunners and cause as much mayhem amongst them as she can before they can think about running and getting out of her way. She's angry now, trying to thin out the Red Talon numbers to the point where this tactic becomes non-viable. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Man, having combined arms support is AWESOME. She's had to operate alone way too long, she /misses/ this. Having all her (temporary, at least) allies help slam into the Faunus exremists, providing barrier support (mental note, get Twilight something nice later) and offensive actions to take advantage of her work. Everything is awesome! Everything is- Then the Grimm cry out, and Riva looks up into the air. "Whoops." She says, blinking. "Think I overdid it a little." She says, suddenly falling back to prepare for the rush of incoming Grimm. They'll attack anything, apparently, so Riva at this point just needs to hold out and let the Grimm meatgrinder into the Faunus and keep them off the town. It's not a nice plan, but Riva isn't dealing with nice people. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Being one of the few that can fly, and being unable to watch these monsters attack the town unopposed, Orchid takes to the sky again. She's going to keep an eye out for the Nevermore (and hopefully there is only one) and direct the fire of others to it. Who knows, she might even be in position to shoot at the feathers it launches. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Only passingly familiarized with the mechanics of this world, Twilight is surprised to hear that a Grimm has been attracted when they were so successful at protecting the town. But then, if fear is what draws them then perhaps her plan of intimidation backfired. Twilight's ears lower as she hears that screech and her horn starts to gather energy as she prepares for the incoming creature. "Stand fast, everyone! Even Grimm can't beat us as long as we stick together!" Even though she can't fly, with her beam magic Twi should still be plenty dangerous for the Grimm. 

:'''{{#var:874|Yuuki Konno (874)}} has posed:'''     For now, Yuuki's made her wings disappear. They're not very large but they're large enough to reduce her mobility on the ground when rolling, diving between foes, or between their legs. She considers calling them out again and diving up into the air after the Nevermore. But... well, she's not sure. It MIGHT be a greater Nevermore. The caw SOUNDS pretty loud, but... well, she knows she can do good here and now. She's not yet sure she'll be needed in the air.     Yuuki decides to stay grounded, widening her circle of influence and punishing the Talon further. If they're going to run away she's going to do her part to make sure they think twice before trying again! She ruthlessly carves into the lines of the foe, trying to get to those who carry guns more than she tries to engage the melee fighters. Gun bunnies, so to speak, have to worry more to attack her because she's in the middle of their compatriots! 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     They're actually driving off the Red Talon! That's good!     Unfortunately, /scaring/ the red talon was a bad idea, and now they've attracted a Nevermore! Staren takes off to fight the Grimm immediately -- now people need to see THAT being fought -- both the citizens, and the Red Talon!     The mecha takes to the sky and transforms to hybrid mode, turning its railcannon on the Nevermore to see how it reacts as he flies out to meet it, but that's just a test of its defenses. As he closes in, his mecha draws a giant revolver from one of the packs on its back and takes aim at the giant raven-shaped beast, firing pairs (somehow) of four-inch shells with each pull of the trigger.     He has to keep it from getting /too/ close, though... at least, that's what he thought. <"Hey, do these things have any ranged attacks?"> 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang guns the engine, then taps a button on the steeting column. The bike starts to maneuver on its own, swerving into groups of Talon soldiers, as Yang ratchets the mechanisms on her gauntlets. As she moves to clear the path for Leyanne, she fires rapid bursts of shells, making the knuckle segment of her gauntlets glow red hot after a few salvoes. She then grabs the handles again, and turns to slide through a group of Talons, coming to a stop. "Alright, go!" she bellows at Leyanne, wincing as her gauntlets burn her hands.     Yuuki manages to break through the lines, the ranged fighters transforming their weapons to melee to try and meet the girl as she approaches. None of them are fast enough to stop her, until she meets the leader. His sword flashes out, carried by a gunshot from the scabbard. He starts to parry and riposte the Imp, his lower face a contorted snarl of hate.     Orchid gets into position, and can see the oncoming Nevermore as he circles down, building up speed for its first attack run. That's when Staren moves in and knocks it off balance with the burst of railcannon fire. It shrieks again, peeling off and flapping its great wings to get altitude again, leaving it open to the revolver shells nailing it in the back.     Twilight would find a good target as the monster climbs, a slow moving, giant target for a beam of magic.     Riva's position of letting the Grimm get in and start tearing up the Talons proves fruitful, as large, pitch black wolf-monsters, and larger bear-like creatures come charging out of the treeline nearby, falling on the Talons and beginning the brutal work of ripping them apart.     The Leader disengages from Yuuki after the Grimm arrive, turning tail and calling "RETREAT! RUN YOU FOOLS!" 

:'''{{#var:874|Yuuki Konno (874)}} has posed:'''     There's no hate in Yuuki as she tears into the Talon's leader, only a fierce scowl of concentration. Clearly though, he's no simple grunt. Even if he can't match her speed, he's doubtless good enough to avoid being taken easily. And, for that matter, he can disengage easily enough with the help of other Talon soldiers.     Yuuki's frustrated as the leader disengages, but she's not here to take him down. She's here to protect people, especially friendly Faunus and humans getting along together. That means hurting the Talon. While taking down their leader would be amazing, it's not the only way she can engage them. She takes it out on several of the routed foes before turning away from them and engaging the Grimm. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      And Twilight takes advantage of that opportunity. With a powerful 'FWOOOOM!' she unleashes her most powerful beam. Despite originating from her horn it is as big around as the pony is tall and causes the area to be illuminated with a bright pastel purple glow. She sustains the beam as long as she can, which is several seconds before she has to cut off the beam, leaving her panting from the effort. When she sees what is happening to the retreating troops she calls out desperately. "Drop your weapons and I will allow you into the shield! There's no reason to throw your lives away!" Of course, not many will be able to hear her over the sounds of battle and she knows that they will be facing criminal charges, but she is hoping that with a little dialogue they might see that these sorts of attacks serve no purpose. Especially when it gets them killed!      To the others, she radios. "Please save the Talons if you can! They might not appreciate it, but letting them get torn apart by their own foolishness won't do anyone any good!" 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne snarls as she sees the Grimm coming in on the ground. Piss... well. At least - for the moment - they're engaging the Red Talons. Now time for part two of the lesson. She loops around closer to frieldly lines and then hops off her bike. She's thinking along the same lines as Twilight; she pulls one of the autocannons from its mounting and then begins to rake over the Grimm. She's kind of showing off a little now; blasting Grimm off downed Red Talons even as they go for the kill as she rakes over the lines. Heavy weapons are kind of her thing, next to doing crazy shit. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid returns to the walls before her weapon energy runs out. "Well, I guess this is most of a win," she muses. There still are the Grimm to deal with, and for those, well, Orchid is back to serving as medical support. Sometimes this may involve carrying those away from the front lines that need further medical attention, whether they want to or not. There is enough support in the field that the value of a hero today is less than the value of a citizen tomorrow. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva looks on in silent horror as she watches the truth of the Grimm begin to play out before her. These creatures may have odd names, but they sure don't play around. The cunning savagery of the beasts makes Riva's blood run cold. They're a genuine threat, which means that the people aren't overreacting when they considered setting up evacuation for the town. She sets her jaw. She's not going to allow that to happen. As the retreat call goes out for the Talon fighters, Riva launches into the midst of the Beowolves and Ursai, leaving the Nevermore to the more aerial-combat capable of the group. Riva functions best up close and personal. And that she does, as she crashes in with a radiant shoulder-tackle, slamming into the side of a Beowolf before reversing her grip and slamming the Cross down upon it with an explosion of light. "HEY BEASTIES! I GOT PLENTY FOR EVERYONE!" She yells, still defiant as she works to make herself as visible as possible for her chosen targets. Sure, she's literally hurling herself into the middle of the pack of hungry murderbeasts, but better her than someone else! 

:'''{{#var:874|Yuuki Konno (874)}} has posed:'''     Letting the Talons flee, Yuuki leaps into the air and flaps her suddenly-visible wings once more. The battle's not done yet! She flies at the Grimm, full of fury and determination... and no small amount of annoyed frustration.     The imp's violet blade flashes, carving into shadowy Grimm bodies, and glowing as she cuts into Grimm masks, releasing explosions of darkness into the white bone faceplates. It drains her mana, but then it's probably best to spend that mana making her blade penetrate their vital points than save it and strike more shallowly. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     Now Staren's in deadly combat with a giant grimm, only for it to turn out that <"No! We played right into their hands!"> Well. The red talon weren't expecting to be victims of the grimm themselves, but that just seems like shortsightedness. Since when are grimm especially choosy about their targets?     But he can't gun down the new grimm when he still has the nevermore to contend with!     He sees it's trying to go for an attack run before they stop it. It can't be allowed to complete that... but together with the others... Staren has an idea.     The Star Hawk goes humanoid form, and tries to GRAB it from behind, slowing its movement for the others while firing point-blank. <"Shoot it! Shoot it now!"> 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang purges her gauntlets of spent cartridges, reloading as she watches the Talons running, the Grimm coming in to chase them down, and the others working to thin out the ranks of the monsters. Leyanne and Riva manage to save some of the Talon soldiers, who instead of following the rest, drag their wounded selves toward the wall, behind the line the Elite's have made against the Grimm. They pointedly leave their weapons behind, wanting only sactuary.     Twilight's beam strikes true, helped by Staren grabbing the monster and stopping it from even trying to evade. The beam penetrates the tough hide, and the thing begins to release smoke as it dies, dissipating into nothingness.     This is a common trait for the Grimm. Every single one that dies evaporates, so any that remain intact after they fall aren't dead. A lesson learned quickly by prospective Hunters.     Orchid's medical triage brings mostly the surrendering Talon soldiers. They murmur thanks for the treatment, any that have ears or tails holding them in a very chastised fashion.     With the combined fire of the Martian Mouse, the Templar, a few shots from Yang's gauntlets and the fusillade from the wall guards, the Grimm are soon routed, only a few 'smarter' ones disengaging with angry snarls. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne watches the Grimm fall back, quickly learning to make sure that she puts down any Grimm that fail to dissipate or retreat. When her gun runs dry, she hauls an injured Red Talon across Skrat's fuel tank and hops back into the saddle, rolling back towards the walls. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Orchid will show a degree of mercy to the surrendering Talon soldiers. This means she doesn't allow anyone else to show them any cruelty. This ALSO means keeping an eye on the prisoners, to make sure they don't get up to hostile behavior. Thankfully, with her spiders, Orchid can keep an eye on a lot of things in a lot of places. She'll also be making sure they are fully disarmed. Yeah, she's going to be busy for a while. 

:'''{{#var:411|Twilight Sparkle (411)}} has posed:'''      Twilight catches her breath quickly then makes sure any remaining Grimm are down or are retreating before she looks toward her friends returning from the battlefield. "Good job, everyone!" she calls out, then looks to the militia. "And you were all very brave and should be proud of yourselves!" she adds before hopping down from the wall and lowering the magic shield. She joins Orchid in watching over the prisoners, making sure no militia or civilians try to hurt them and explaining that she is sure they have just been misled. 

:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''     The raven-grimm poofs! That's how grimm die, apparently? Staren lands, and sweeps the railgun over as many retreating grimm as he can before they make it to cover or retreat into the dark. Then he returns the revolver to its storage pack and the mecha turns to face the town... and give them a thumbs-up! It doesn't have a face to smile with. 
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5959/Red Talon Investigation

2018-07-30T02:44:04Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang's sent out coordinates to those coming. The White Fang have spotted suspected Red Talon operatives out in one of the satellite settlements, and other small villages have already had several Faunus residents go missing under suspicious circumstances. Yang is waiting outside of town, leaning against her bike as she looks at the walls surrounding the settlement.     "Alright, gameplan is we find where these guys are, then get answers out of 'em. Don't care how, but we need to find out where the Faunus were taken, and if they're even still alive." she relates, pulling photographs from her jacket and passing them out. "These guys are who we're after, according to the Fang, be very careful, they're not Hunter level combat trained, but they'll still be able to hold their own in a fight. The Fang, and the Talons operated outside the Kingdom, so they had to know how to take down Grimm that wandered too close to their encampments."     The pictures are of a large, heavy set man with a lot of extra hair. Built like a bear, the other has large leathery wings and is wiry built. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      "The Mavericks were never this subtle," Orchid comments, as she looks through the photos. For this investigation, she's seeded the perimeter of the walls with her camera drones. She'll likely pull them back out after the operation is over. Information is nice, but having someone come in and gather lots of it... well, that's not how the Paladins do things. Orchid is also bringing along some of what she's calling 'webbers' or drones that are better equipped to wrap targets up quickly. As for the camera spiders, they've also been instructed to covertly latch onto those that go over the wall, in either direction. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva's present! This might be a good or bad thing, but at least she's here to kick ass and take names. And oh, look, her notebook is all out of space for names. Riva arrives at the town on a motorbike of her own, but it's relatively cheap. Almost like she crashes them a lot or something and doesn't have a Union budget to replace them anymore. She looks over the pictures and frowns. "Wow, they look like they have a chip on their shoulder the size of Texas." She banters. "All right. We should be able to get this done. Got copies of that picture?" She asks Yang. "And you're sure they're in town?" 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova appears at the meeting place. Quite literally, the blue light of her fading cloaking field revealing her to be standing not far from Yang's position. She gives the other blonde a nod in greeting, before listening to the briefing. Sounds easy enough: Track down and interrogate. Something she's done many times before.     As the pictures are shown to them, Nova lowers her visor to scan them in. She then turns her head to the side a little, saying quietly to no one here, "You get that?" ... "Alright, initiate facial scanning." Nova looks back, glancing at each of the others for a few moments before finishing, "Yeah, it's good."     Speaking up again, Nova asks, "Can we expect any help, or trouble, from local authorities?" 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel was glad to help Yang out and the Deejay turned freedom fighter. She has been part of the watch but had been a ghost, mostly due to needing to keep up appearances back home. She seems eager enough her outfit was high tech somewhat form fitting in parts and had a what could be throwing disc bolted to the back of it. She also had one bare arm which was covered in strangely fainty glowing tattoos which were like circuit lines of some sort. She'll scan the pictres for a moment and load it into a strange tool she pulled from one of her pants cargo pockets. She was ready to go and would then put said tool way before pulling a Baton out. "Mavericks are very poor at being subtle it's true." Wait Riva is here and on a sneaky mission? What it was good to see her she was also wary Nova gets a bit of a long look for a moment then Deelel grins at her. "Nice kit." S She looks to Riva for a moment "Even if they are not in town someone might have seen them and may know something." 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Today, Tiny has brought Skrat... he's been getting a lot of use, recently. The gas turbine warbike currently sits next to Yang's bike, squat and mechanistic next to the sleek Hunter's machine.     The giant mouse herself takes the photos from Yang, her tail swishing behind her as she looks to the others. "If we're being sneaky, I'm not exactly subtle." she admits. "You know, eight foot mouse. In or out of the armour, I kind of stand out..." 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Yang nods back to Nova, then looks to Riva, still offering the copies of the pictures she had already offered. "Just be careful, The locals are skittish, they'll probably run if they feel threatened... don't expect any of them to step up to fight. These are simple folks just trying to live their lives." she remarks. She then resumes leaning on the bike, arms folding as she switches to focussing on the Scroll stream.     Meanwhile, Orchid's cameras would see people going about their lives inside the walls. There's a market in the central square, faunus and humans talking, bartering, buying and selling... and is that a large man hiding in the shadows of an alleyway?     The gates are open, with no guard to be seen, though there's visual tracking equipment, most likely to spot and close the gates if Grimm show up. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne locks up her bike and grins, pulling her helmet off. She shakes out her long, blue hair from the bun that keeps it contained. She makes sure it's tied back in a pontytail, then uses Skrat's wingmirror to make sure her beret is placed at the proper and correct angle. With that done, she slips a shotgun from somewhere aboard the bike, attaching it to the mag-clamp that usually holds her heavy weapons. With that and her revolver, she should be fairly sorted, should things kick off. With that done, the eight foot mouse strides into town as bold as brass, planning to simply mingle, be bait, and let her ears, antennae, and eyes do all the work. She pretends not to notice the lurker in the alleyway, strolling straight past him, as bold as brass. 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     So probably no help then. Really, that's Nova's preference. Law types in small towns like this tend to be more trouble than they're worth. At least, that's Nova's experience.     A plan of approach has been hatched. Additionally, there's already a possible sighting, Orchid's news coming in, "Time to move." Once more blue light washes over Nova as she fades from view, beginning to move towards the nearby entrance to the town.     Nova follows not far behind Leyanne, unseen to the average person. She's keeping her mind open, trying to filter through the noise of the townspeople to find anything that might be a lead on the targets. However, while Leyanne plainly ignores the one in the alley, Nova makes her way in that direction to try and get a possible identification. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      While Orchid sends a small spider to hang onto Leyanne's back immediately, she follows the large mouse after a two minute delay. She'll be able to communicate with her drones even inside the town, but she'd like to be closer to the action. Just in case. While she's not hiding her reploid features, in a town where people have animal features, she figures she might blend in. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva nods and takes a copy. she tucks it into her jacket and she heads inside on foot, giving a wave. "Good luck, people~" She calls as she heads in. Inside the town, she heads to the market. area, looking around and generally not doing anything spectacular. Apparently at random, she picks a food stall and puts down some credits to purchase something sweet or meaty on the menu. After the transaction is completed, she smiles and uses a hand to pull out the picture. "Hey, I'm looking for some people. Maybe you could tell me if you saw them?" She asks, holding up the picture. "I'd be appreciative if you could help me catch up on old times." Yeah, it's pretty obvious if someone is looking for it. But Riva is an obvious kind of girl. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel understand what Yang is saying and will keep it a biot more low key, her style of dresa at worst might peg her as a Hunter in training right nothing too off putting? Well she hopes at the very least, and while they have their planned hatched and Orchid has spotted someone? Deelel will be moving along a bit behind nov and Leyanne looking like she's just out wandering. While keeping her eyes out for any more issues. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     The group begin moving. Leyanne definitely gets some attention, several Faunus start gossiping in their own groups, humans give her a wider berth than normal, and the shopkeepers cast a wary eye on the newcomer.     This seems to be the default, as the others that are visible, get much the same treatment, especially Orchid, because she looks vaguely like someone wearing Atlas tech.     The large figure appears to be wearing a bandana around the lower half of his face when Nova takes a closer look, but the thoughts coming from him are plain, clear and straight forward: Large one, possible. Intercept. Contact Azure and get him to let Adam know.     The large guy starts moving, dropping in to shadow Leyanne... as best an 8'5" tall walking shed can.     Riva's direct approach, after the transaction is completed earns her a terrified look from the faunus shopkeep. "L-L-Look, I don't want any trouble... I have a wife and kids, please..." his eyes are locked on the picture, especially the giant bear-guy, before flicking up at the lumbering movement from the alley across the way. "I-I have to go...." he suddenly says, before slamming the shutter down on the stall and darting out the back and across town through some alleyways. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Someone 'wearing' Atlas tech. Yes. That is exactly what Orchid is. She doesn't really notice the people looking at her, what with how she's looking through her cameras, only enough awareness of her personal surroundings to keep from tripping. Well, and to pretend to look at what a few of the shops are selling. She's not going to deploy any more spiders, not yet, but she is going to stay within a few seconds dash of where Leyanne is. Hopefully she's short enough to not be noticed by the guy following the much taller mouse. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne appears to pay the man no notice; she's obviously wary - making it harder for the shed to trail her - but she doesn't seem to be explicitely looking for him. At least, that's how she's trying to make it look. She turns and walks towards a weapons store, examining his wares - if he lets her. If not, she moves along the row until a store owner is willing to barter. If she can, she buys a small dust-powered pistol - it's all she can afford, and she wants one of the local weapons to add to her armoury. She can get something bigger later. She continues to be conspicuous in her bright red armour, showing nothing beyond reasonable wariness, or so she hopes. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel does not seek to cause too much of an issue nope she's just a traveller right? Well, she watches a Riva goes direct and the man moves to bolt? Well now that's looking like something Deele could help a lot better with while Leyanne does her thing to get quite a bit of attention. She'll leave Nova to hunt down the guy whose bolting, right? Nova's a Ghost this should be a walk in the park for her. Heck she'll play the traveler stopping at a street vendor to buy something before moving on and keeping an eye out for anything else. 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova stalks her way through the small town, sticking to back alleys and side streets where she can. Only resorting to main streets if she has no choice. Still, it's not hard to follow Leyanne silently. And soon enough someone takes the bait.     Focusing on the large guy that begins to follow Leyanne, Nova can't get a good look at his face. So no confirmation yet. But his figure appears to be the appropriate size for one of the targets. And his actions and thoughts match what they are expecting. So for now, it's a good bet that this is one of them.     Nova grips her rifle a little tighter as she follows the man following Leyanne. Situations like this can get dangerous real fast. Especially as one of the enemy operatives is still unaccounted for. Nova glances around for any signs of additional unusual types before she continues stalking, paying attention to the large man's thoughts in case he reveals something else useful. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' That's a hell of a response. These guys must have the local populace terrified. As he slams down the shutter, Riva's eyes follow him. On one hand, she could chase him down. On the other, he's not who she's looking for. She has no reason to drag him into it if he doesn't want to be. For now, she just lets the man run off. There is, however, something she notices as she tucks away the picture. "Wait..." Her voice cracks into the air, indignant. "WHERE'S MY FOOD?" She yells, realizing it's on the other side of the shutter. "UGH!" She sighs, slumping a moment at the situation, before shaking her head, leaving it for a lost cause. Instead, she moves to the next market stall, preparing to inquire again as she pulls out the photo... Once again, she's going to have to play this by ear. Maybe there's SOMEONE around here willing to spill... And if not, well, then the area will be clear in case something goes down, right? 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     As the large guy follows, he starts to look around with a bit more nervous energy, great brown eyes peering at the various new faces. Nova would see him pull out a Scroll, take a call before he peels off, hands stuffing into pockets are he tries, and fails, to melt into the crowd. His thoughts are cloudy, indistinct. Perhaps the call has his mind racing through various scenarios. it's all a lot of garble, but one thing is clear. The group have been 'made' somehow, but nothing definite     Riva's poor meat skewer, forever lost. Her other enquiries turn up much the same response, in varying levels of intensity. The entire town is terrified. Especially the Faunus population... and as more stalls start closing and the shopkeeps flee, the crowd begins to disperse as well... leaving the big man with nowhere left to fruitlessly hide in.     Leyanne manages to get herself a small weapon. It looks like a bowie knife, but the shopkeeper demonstrates how to transform it into a gun. It's nowhere near as effective as a custom weapon like the Hunters use, but it's unique. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Okay, stuff to do, not much time to do it in. Orchid stops in the middle of the street, one hand to her ear. A close watcher might notice the spiders racing away from her feet, following the large man, that attempt to jump onto his clothing.      While that goes on, the spotter opens herself up to more of the electromagnetic spectrum, as she attempts to trace the scroll call being made. This does mean she's not paying attention to her surroundings, which is why she stopped. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne frowns a little as everything gets blown open before they even have confirmation that the guy following her is the target. She tries to remain incognito, looking around in disbelief as everything closes. She's trying not to look like part of whatever made the big guy, while at the same time staying near him "C'mon!" She grumbles as a shop slams in her face, perhaps trying to pre-empt Riva.. "Is it because I'm not human?" 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova pauses mid-silent-step as she notices the target receive a call. At first it could just be an innocent status update or something. But soon enough the man's thoughts quickly become a jumble and he quickly breaks off from his pursuit of Leyanne. Definitely not a good sign.     Nova quickly moves up against a building wall and stops. The sudden increase of people leaving the main street makes it harder for her to move. So for now she holds position, glancing at each passerby, looking for signs of the second target. The big guy she leaves to Orchid to track, or Leyanne to tackle. Either works. Right now Nova is more concerned about the unknown. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' Riva takes the direct route. She doesn't like to spend the effort to keep up significant lies. She doesn't like sneaking around. She just wants to get things done and get it over with. This is why she's basically doing what she's doing. Everyone's running off though, which isn't leaving much to work with other than that suspiciuous looking big guy running off. She asks about him over the radio, but is told the Leyanne has it. Okay, no problem! Riva turns away and lets that thing happen. Instead she picks an alleyway and begins strolling down it. Enough shenanigans are afoot and enough people are riled that maybe someone will try to think they're bring sneaky by ambushing her or something. Or maybe another opportunity will avail themselves. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Orchid's trace turns up a Scroll signal... about on top of where Riva currently is. There's noone on the ground, but the picture showed wings, so maybe they're flying. The spiders, meanwhile, latch onto the big guy's clothes, getting into secret little nooks and creases so they're harder to detect.     The big guy finds the crowd thinning out, and makes a run for it, though he's big, lumbering and slow.     Nova would get a sharp mind. 'Found you!', but it isn't directed at her. No, there's something swooping down from on high straight toward Riva, the glint of metal reflecting light giving away a weapon of some kind. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' The picture HAD a guy with wings. Faunus HAVE animal attributes. Some of them CAN fly. Riva didn't really think about that. She probably would have been caught completely flatfooted if Nova and Orchid didn't give her a headsup. Space ripples as Riva grips through it, whipping a huge, metallic bar around to meet the incoming attack with a fountain of crackling sparks that reflect off of her shades. Riva grins as she leans into the attack, pushing back. "Suuuuup." She says nonchalantly. The word is punctuated with a KER-CHUNK, KER CHUNK noise as the bar unfolds into a large, anchor-like design. An Ajoran cross? "How about you sit down and you and me have a little talk?" 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      There are many ways Orchid could handle this, but the number that lead to a desirable result are somewhat less. Her drones have tagged the target, but at the same time she can't let the other person talking with target 1 go unanswered. She sets several spiders to look up, while dashing in the direction of Riva, using her energy shields as an umbrella against a rain of claws. "Maybe a spider-thrower, for next time?" she mutters to herself, starting to deploy her webber spiders, the drones running along next to her. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Riva is in trouble and Deelel is about to do something about it, she summons her keyblade the Dual Disc and the weapon comes to live in her hands, she'll leap a moment later to Riva's aid trying to help to flank the attacker. "She's wise, I'd say it be good for your runtime if we just sat down and had a little chat? I'm all for chatting I prefer it myself. What says you?" 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova's invisible head quickly turns in the general direction of Riva, the sudden and clear thought drawing attention, "Incoming!" Nova's not in the best position to help though, hoping Riva can handle herself. Deelel is over that way too, so they should be fine.     Turning her focus back to the first target, Nova once more becomes visible as she decloaks, probably surprising a few locals in the process. Then probably scare them as she raises her large rifle towards the big guy. What follows is a good display of her skill with her weapon as she fires...     ... And misses. Intentionally, of course.     The large bullet impacts the ground near the fleeing target. It's followed by a couple more shots, also both missing. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne growls as the guy makes a run for it. She cusses and then makes after him, not drawing any of her pistols. She's on foot... and, like him, she's big and heavy. He'll hear her coming as her heavy tread. She speeds up slightly... mostly so that she can burst through the dust sprays from Riva's gun, so it looks awesome. She draws the Dust-powered gunblade, flicking it into its pistol mode, she aims just to the left of him and blows a trashcan to flinders. Heyyy, it's a hand-held shotgun, like a li'l sawn-off. With glowy stuff! The mouse approves, discharging the second chamber to add to the effect. 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     CLANG. Extended blades meet giant cross, and Riva would see a face twisted into anger on the other side. "Talk with humans? Why would I lower myself to the level of your filth!?" he snarls, twisting, and planting his feet on the cross's surface, then setting to launch himself back into the air.     The big guy covers his head as he runs, then pulls something from inside the giant coat he's wearing. As he goes to turn a corner, he snaps it out in Leyanne's direction, and the end explodes with a rainbow of Dust. Pellets scatter everywhere, igniting, bursting with electricity, instantly freezing, among some other wierd effects like minor distortions in gravity that send other pellets flinging off at odd angles... and causing some of those purposefully missed canister rounds to slam into places they weren't aimed at.     Deelel just gets a dirty look from the flying Faunus guy, though that gives Orchid enough time to use her webber drones, if she so chooses. 

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne (1100)}} has posed:''' Leyanne yelps and dives into cover as his gun goes off. The odd effects delay the mouse, especially the electrical effects - she seems to give them an extremely wide berth, enabling the guy to get some distance. "Asshat!" She growls. She fires off another round or two in his vague direction - after checking the backstop, of course - and this time there's a loud blast and a spray of fire from the Dust-powered weapon. It'll probably lightly singe him, rather than inflict any actual damage, at this range. Just to make it seem a little bit more genuine. She slows to a halt, then makes a bit of a show of kicking a trashcan and being annoyed at losing the pursuit, just in case. 

:'''{{#var:495|Riva Banari (495)}} has posed:''' There's a wave to Deelel as she arrives. "Sup Deelel! Long time no see! Here, help me out with this one, they're a bit shifty." Riva's expression then goes flat as she looks to the Faunus. "Really? Really? You're going to go there? All right, I guess we're doing this now." As the flying Faunus launches back into the air, Riva brings back the Cross and simply /hurls/ the thing, the weapon getting swung around a lot faster than it looks like it should. The thing spins through the air on a golden tether of light, sweeping out to try to hook the man in the air with the weapon and fling him right back into the ground, which would leave Deelel in prime position to pin. Provided of course that she can snag him. "So how about I give you a couple reasons why you're going to come down and talk..." She drawls, while it lashes out. 

:'''{{#var:6384|Orchid (6384)}} has posed:'''      Well, once she can get close enough, Orchid WILL send those web drones jumping into the air, to wrap sticky silk around wing guy. She'd rather they catch one, to get the other, the one with the tracker on, to run all the faster, and to not think as much about what is going on.      Of course, she's not going to rely on that working as intended, so she's also sending a few of her tracking spiders as well onto the flier. Just as a backup. 

:'''{{#var:6381|Nova Terra (6381)}} has posed:'''     Nova takes cover behind a wall as the apparent dust shotgun blasts an array of effects in the general direction of Leyanne. She waits several moments after the assault has passed before popping out again and tracking the big guy through her scope. She fires off one last shot, likely putting a hole in the side of a building not far from the target's head.     Finally Nova lowers her weapon, not showing much emotion on her face as she turns and begins walking away. Her cloaking field reinstates itself and soon the Ghost has vanished once more. 

:'''{{#var:8|Deelel (8)}} has posed:''' Deelel says "That's the plan Riva." The basic looks up, "Do you really think you can get away?" She sighs a bit with a slight digital noise at the end of it. She's worked with Riva before and it shows. Deelel moves to follow up Riva's attempting to catch the fleeing Faunus if he gets pulled back down? She'll leap on them and move to pin them if she has to use the flat of her keyblade as well. "We want to talk not your life!" 

:'''{{#var:906|Yang Xiao Long (906)}} has posed:'''     Riva's throw forces the flying Faunus to dodge, right into Orchid's leaping webber drones. They miss to start with, but one manages to tag a wing, and the others begin to bind him up, pulling him to the ground in a writhing, struggling, bad mouthed pile. His twin blades clattering to the ground.     Adding to the panic of very clearly nearly getting his head blown off, the sight of his comrade being brought down like that causes the giant bear-like man to put on a burst of speed his bulk wouldn't have alluded to. He's gone from the town through the other gate, and vanishes into the woods, though the trackers continue to report his position. 
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