Posts by YouAndYourLies

[justify]Irene had always been a peaceful girl. She wasn't one to get into arguments, nor into fights that often, preferring a compromise through words rather than fists. She enjoyed repairing machines, and was quite agile with a good reaction speed thanks to her training at the military's academy. She'd thought she'd done well, repairing mechs on the fly in the academy, being the top of her class in terms of repair speed. She'd also thought she'd done well with custom designing her mech to be small, perfect for slipping through fighting and repairing small locations without causing too much attention; if she was spotted, just jump to another mech and hang onto an arm or a leg; her camouflage helped her mask her trail.

Boy, she was wrong.

As she stood somewhat near the edge of the battlefield, she blinked, taking it all in. "What in the actual name of hell..." she muttered, eyes wide. She was quite nervous around others, truth be told, but when by herself...

"Do they WANT me to die??" she questioned incredulously, just staring out of shock. What the hell was the academy thinking? Was this how all battles were? Dear god, the most dangerous thing they had her do was a repair that might end up short circuiting the entire mech. This, though...damn, it looked like the academy hadn't even looked at a battle field.

"Great, just great....they send me in with the most crazy group of them all." She muttered to herself, noting that it appeared that her side seemed to be winning the battle, though not without substantial damage. She cracked her neck, popping out her laptop from a distance, and logging her mech in, rapidly typing in commands on her team.

She quickly received stats on them all, and tched. The general seemed to be okay, not fantastic, but not about to die, either, though, from what Irene could see, she was currently engaging a large enemy mech. The ranger was fine as well; she couldn't see any damage having been done to it. However, the speeder was suffering large portions of damage, and, to her dismay, had lost a leg.

Well, she was screwed. She'd probably get fired and blamed with being a poor Mechanic, or die out here after they saw some girl internally screaming at them for managing to damage their mechs so much.

She swore under her breath, and commed into the speeder. "Oi, this is the Mechanic from your unit, just got here. What the hell are you doing? Do you have a death wish?" She inquired, slumping her shoulders, staring out on the battlefield from her visor. She'd probably have to do some repairs during the, which kind of sucked, but whatever.

Irene was a totally different person as soon as she got into her mech. She felt invincible, and usually developed a snappy and on the point attitude. However, when she wasn't, she grew nervous; she couldn't control things like she usually could, and, in her opinion, was faced with more danger when having to speak to others outside her mech than inside.

Not waiting for a reply, she commed to the melee. "How are your systems? Any repairs you need done?" She inquired, tapping as she waited for a response. Her laptop could only tell her so much; it couldn't tell her about the mech, their attack style, etc., so she couldn't completely determine what needed immediate repairs and what was secondary in line.[/justify]

[justify]Hm, maybe I'll watch it...I've been watching more of Noragami at the moment, so maybe afterwards...

Ah, I've been participating in about five, but I wasn't sure. I wouldn't blame it on breaks, but I also can't recall if it was ever that inactive.

Well, see you on the roleplay o/[/justify]

[justify]*raises hand*

I, too, have come to the Noragami side.[/justify]

[justify]Sarah:

I let out a sigh of frustration, nerves still in a tight knot. I needed to be relaxed. It was in their nature to be pigs, they couldn't help it, now could they? A small voice in the back of my mind whispered, don't fool yourself, you're just afraid of what they can do, but I pushed it away forcefully. No; the most I had to do was prepare in case they attempted to assault me.

The older man, despite his age, seemed quite nervous as well; uncertainty was evident in his eyes as well. I lowered my gaze from the group, a thoughtful silence seeming to be taking over as everyone faced their own thoughts, feelings, and doubts. One doubt remained clear in my mind: What if this was just surreal dream? What if the entire day was? My death seemed now more a memory than a tragedy, and I wondered if this is how people took to death, constantly denying that they had died, their desires muddled with their reality.

"Well, it's quite obvious we have to kill someone." I said finally, shifting my gaze to stare off into the distance. "I was given weapons by the Reaper, and it looks like you all have as well. The Reaper glossed over many of the facts of how we're to do this, in my case, at least; it seems like we're the only ones who can do this." This dawning realization finally came to full light, and my gaze turned to the gray sky. Yes, just as I was the only one who could pay off the debt put onto my shoulders, given a chance to give up and live the rest of my life in misery, this choice was similar: we were the only ones who could kill this "dark prince", and giving up would mean living the rest of my life in this gray world. I ran a hand through my hair, contemplating my situation, before looking up at the rag tag team.

"Well, from what I heard, I, at least, have to help this guy with the quest given to him." I said, sending a pointed look to the first arrival from before. I stepped back, letting out an exhale as my nerves began to somewhat dissipate, though mistrust, was still strong. I opened my mouth, and addressed the entire group.

"You can call me Sarah, and it looks like we're going to have a lot of time on our hands to get to know each other better."[/justify]

[justify]"You'll have to come to my coordinates; there's no way in hell I'll be able to get a leg on you while you're in that mess." Irene replied, sending them out. She rapidly typed in commands to her carrier, and it shot away. Fortunately, Irene had thought to set up a small base near the outskirts of where the battle was before greeting her new team members. As she waited for the mech to arrive, she glanced at the ranger. Blow them into dust, I say the girl silently cheered, keeping an eye on the systems of the other mechs. While the speeder and herself waited for the spare part, which should take, at most, five minutes, she could repair some of his other parts.

She had to note how small her suit was in comparison to the mechs. While her suit was the size of a human, leading to more precise and quicker movements, as well as going relatively unnoticed in the battlefield and while supporting on the sidelines, she couldn't deny that she felt dwarfed by the enormous things; a part of her wished she'd brought her large suit, but she quickly shook this feeling off. She would have been easily spotted and targeted, which could screw over her entire team. However, she couldn't deny that her suit had downfalls. Unlike in the large mechs, where it was hard to locate the pilot, you could find where she was piloting it in one glance, meaning that if an attack landed, she was screwed. Whats more, most of her technology was extremely small; if she damaged a part, she would have to wait until later to repair it. The worst thing about the suit was that while it had excellent camouflage due to the screen that it served as, as well as the capacity of the software and the hardware she'd installed, it was still not as strong as a normal healer's suit in terms of attacking, meaning that if she was targeted, she'd either have to hide, or get her *ss out of there in a heartbeat.[/justify]

[justify]If they don't have a season 3, I will hide in a closet and never come out...they can't just leave it at that...my friend said the manga was better than the anime, but I haven't bothered to read it yet, so oh well[/justify]

[justify](She didn't fall, by the way, she wanted to have the last laugh on those people as she looked like some Satanic being from hell :P)

Flare eyed the canteen, as well as the holder, who was looking with her with...sympathy. Her anger flared, and she smacked the canteen away, though not hard enough to knock out of the man's hand. "I don't need your pity, I can do fine on my own." She growled. Just then, her stomach growled, and her face flushed in embarrassment, cursing her own stomach from the bottom of her heart. She looked at him doubtfully, as well as what seemed to be some sort of companion of his, the one that tried to burn her, a bit behind him. "Do you want something? Who the hell even are you?" she growled after a moment of awkward silence, choosing to fill it in with her irritation and frustration at her situation, glaring at the canteen and him with distrust. She was quite parched, she would say that much, but she wasn't stupid enough to accept a liquid from a stranger; for all she knew, a drowsiness inducing concoction was inside, ready to cause her to pass out so he could slit her throat, or maybe to paralyze her to take her in for the bounties on her head, or even just a poison to kill her right then and there. [/justify]

[justify]I think it's pretty good, I recommend it :P the female main character isn't useless, thank god, and they aren't perfect beings either :)[/justify]

[justify]Whoops, my bad, let's pretend that she didn't get an entire new leg for him then. Also, as playing the part of the Mechanic, I have to ask, could you guys detail any major issues so I can detail how she fixes it? I'd rather not say "she fixed his leg" for repairs, since that's quite vague. Also, please forgive me for my lack of knowledge in machines; honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing

Irene nodded at the figure, paying him no mind as she quickly jogged up to the leg. Quickly removing the pane, she climbed inside, her fingers quickly shifting into an entire toolbox at her fingertips. With this, she speedily entered inside the fan. Examining it, she moved one fan, noting that it would still move. "Well, that's not it." she muttered, surmising that it was something within the circuitry to the main interface; on that fan, at least. With this in mind, she activated the light, examining the interior for possible wires that were yanked out of place, though she found that quite unlikely, considering that it was a hard feat to do so.

As much as she wished to be able to figure it out herself, time was of the essence, and she didn't have time to hook up the entire mech to her computer and look for herself; there were other mechs that needed to be checked on. "Zelkam, scan for abnormalties in model 97 of the Runner class." She ordered, the program quickly following her commands. "Scan complete. It appears a panel surrounding came loose on one fan, lodging itself between the wings, resulting in too much strain on the one you examined, causing it to burn out."

Feeling a bit irritated that she didn't check the other fan first, she quickly removed the front of the second fan, feeling for the wire. She summoned the welding tip, and she carefully welded the panel back into place. "Request that Crow bring a new fan for model 97 of the Runner class." she ordered as she began switching around her tools. Reassembling it, she exited the mech, turning to the pilot. "You might want to change out those fans; the welding on that looked cheap." She scoffed, shaking her head, disregarding the fact that the only reason the technology on her mech was so advanced was because she had been at the top of her classes in design and repair, resulting her being awarded in a custom mech, and boy, she didn't go cheap with it.

Impatience filled her as she waited outside the mech, until about twenty seconds later, when the carrier came into sight. It dropped a metal container in front of her, and she quickly ran up to it, typing in a passcode. The box disassembled, a new fan inside. Fortunately, she had been able to command for a new fan when the jet was there, and she hastily grabbed the fan, running back to the mech and tapping into Zelkam. "Zelkam, disconnect wiring from the burnt out fan." she ordered, preoccupying herself with removing the panel on the new fan with her free hand that led to the wiring. After this was complete, she grabbed the old fan, tossing it out, and set the new fan in place. "Zelkam, begin wiring the fan to the main interface." she ordered, her left hand reverting into the tendrils that quickly did as she ordered, her right hand doing the same.

After this was completed, she hastily departed from the mech, shutting and sealing the panel. "Should be good now." she called to the pilot, standing by the mech. "Anything else you want looked at?"[/justify]

[justify]Flare snorted, watching the wound reopen. "Okay, then, Mrs. Demon Wolf, let me help you understand something: I. Am. A. Fire. Elemental. I. Cannot. Be. Burned. By. Your. Weak. Fire." She said slowly, irritation crawling up her back. "And when the hell did I try to burn you?" Flare refused to admit she was fresh out of mana, instead concealing it quite well. If needed, she could tap into the reserves within her sword, but until then, she was stuck. She jerked her arm away as the girl attempted to tie some cloth around the wound that she had already wrapped. "I don't think you're getting the idea, both of you. I. Don't. Need. Your. Help."

However, her stomach soon growled again, and her eyes shifted to the side, fighting between hunger and pride. Hunger, however, eventually won, and she tched, turning to the man. "On second thought, I'll take some of that jerky." The redheaded girl stated grudgingly, not wanting to put down her pride anymore by thanking the stranger or even saying she owed him one. Honestly, she felt humiliated. She'd never been driven to having to accept outside help, and the pity made her want to throw these people over a cliff. Did they not understand she didn't want help? [/justify]

[justify]Yep, not going to lie, she definitely is, and she's fine with it too xD[/justify]

[justify]I got the gist of that from assumptions that were formed based on your previous posts, but with interior things such as part names...hah nope nope nope! And I couldn't exactly search up "how a mech works" since that's not how the world works, unfortunately ;-; hah, was probably a terrible idea for me to decide to roleplay a Mechanic with little to no prior knowledge about how machines work, let me refer to it as "good part" and "broken part"

Irene watched them depart, sighing in the heat. In all honesty, if it wasn't for the fact that a fan had to be replaced, she probably could have gone and replaced in in battle, as long as he wasn't moving around too much and didn't end up getting her totally blasted; unfortunately, it being her first time in a real battle, she was hesitant on what to do, and for a good reason too. Most Mechanics were about the same size as regular offensive mechs, and that's what she had trained with. Those mechs usually hung in the back, and damaged mechs would move to the back, be repaired, and go back into battle.

Unfortunately, while working with such mechs, she found that the controls were quite hard to get a grasp of, and even if you did, it was still hard to work with such a large machine and try to picture yourself grasping the piece, when the risk remained for amateurs of crushing a fundamental part of the mech. Another downside was that it was quite easy to find the Mechanic, and once found, was left quite defenseless unless other mechs came to its aid, leading to her finding it a rather clumsy class.

After graduating and adapting to these controls, she managed to receive an award to design a custom mech, which she took and created quite a strange Mechanic mech.

No storage areas were present within the suit, parts being delivered by a small carrier. Advanced software was programmed into the mech, and all models of known mechs were programmed into it as well. Though this posed a risk for designs being stolen by the enemy, it also allowed for mechs to quickly locate issues. As she was the first type of this new Mechanic, all her previous academy training was put to waste, and she was forced to learn how to control it on her own.

This meant it was no surprise when she referred back to her old academy training and stayed near the back, careful not to damage herself. As she watched the racer leave, she had to wonder what she should do. On one hand, mechs could be repaired while in battle, which meant that many more enemies down. The downside of this, however, was that the risk of those enemies were as much of a risk to the mech she was repairing as they were to her. Sighing, she turned on the cooling unit in her suit, continuing to survey the battle.[/justify]

[justify]I seriously love all these characters so far...all of them are so unique and interesting, everyone is quite good at writing, the idea is so flexible, ah, I'm getting excited :]][/justify]

[justify]Whenever you say Soul, I keep picturing someone from Soul Eater...

Oh, these constant links to anime in my life

Yesss I agree! Everyone here seems semi-literate to literate, which I'm pleased about; my only hope is that this doesn't grow so popular that we constantly have to wait on five other people to advance a plot, deal with power playing, etc.

Good luck with your fancypost!
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[justify][size=8]The black suited female nodded. "You're in luck. The Crow just went for another trip around, though it might take some time to install, twenty minutes at most, I'd estimate." Irene promptly looked up the model of the armor, and ordered the Crow to retrieve the parts. While the Crow flew on its return trip, Irene climbed around the mech, having her welding tip out, and welding plates over holes in the armor from enemy fire.

A notification popped up on on the side of her visor, alerting her that the Crow had returned. Halting the minor repairs, she hopped down to the ground as an iron crate was dropped onto the ground, the hovercraft shooting away towards the base once more. Gathering the parts, she proceeded to replace the camera and visor, and fixed the router within the suit. She stepped away from the suit, her work completed quickly, as she realized that time was of the essence in battle. "It's finished, though obviously, your armor's going to need some professional welding to look pretty again." Irene said, cracking her neck from inside her suit. Looking towards the base, she wondered what had happened, and she promptly turned towards the pilot of the melee mech. "What happened down there that he's sitting inside his base?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Dear god, that is literally me right now with this xD

I changed her armor, except that it glows blue instead and would fit around a female's body, specifically Irene's

[justify]That's literally me right now, except they're doing that damn Soul Eater NOT I think...I don't know, all I know is that I watched it, and what I gathered was that
-They reminded me of chipmunks
-Maka was now chubby
-Soul looked sick and didn't have his headband
-I hated it.

I don't know what they were thinking, but it's complete trash to me, and I want Soul Eater back...they left it on such a cliffhanger too....*sob*[/justify]

[justify]Condemn the fake to hell, I say! Reincarnate the original! Whatever those stupid producers are thinking is wronggggg

Rant is over, it's safe to come out now[/justify]

[justify]You know what, you're just going to have to pretend-fine, Irene will just have to find a nickname for your character as well then >:)

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[justify]Sounds good! Are all the squadrons training together, or are they training in separate classes in groups? [/justify]