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1] Kensuke rocked back and forth on his worn out converse knock offs, hiss tracing the path he intended to take across the hanger.
Up the side of wreck of King Gainer, across the head plate, if he jumped hard enough he should be able to bounce right off the Power Golame and onto the Quebely's shoulder plate. Then it would be an easy vault over it's head and across the other side...
Of course this was only his plan, this whole free running across mechs was kind of a bad idea.

Valentine clucked at his ankles and shook her little head.

2]
"Urhhhhh." Kensuke was sitting with his head against the hanger wall, the front of his tank top stained with blood, and his hand pushing a dirty rag against his nose. His glasses where bent but he was grinning like a buffoon none the less. "That was... so worth it."
He's just smashed his face on the ground, and bloodied his nose. Nothing a teenage boy shouldn't be doing to himself.
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[Cynthia's in the commons, game visor over her head. She's hooked it up to a monitor so that her avatar's screen can be shown off to everyone, and she's racking up quite the high score!  But this isn't your standard version of Overbattler. The machines, the stages, and even the story mode seem to be completely modified, and now they represent a retelling of the One Year War. The catch? Cynthia's playing through the Zeonic story mode, currently making an assault on White Base in a Gouf.  She's scoring pretty high, although people who'd actually witnessed the battle would probably note that the White Base had less Core Fighters, Guncannons, and Guntanks than the numerous ones that she's destroying.

The other catch? There's a 2nd player helmet on the ground, and an opponent can join in at any time!]

2
There was only so much she could put off by escaping into the world of games. The simple fact was that one of her best friends onboard was in a coma, while she'd failed hard to protect her big sis from ending up in an injured and unready state. Others will note Cynthia in the infirmary, checking up frequently on both Kamille and Haman. 

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1] It had been some time since this has happened, you might have forgotten to be on guard for it. Kensuke was back at his old hobbies, stalking through the ship with his camera. and though he sorts of shooting with out stopping people, he's not really sneaking up behind people like he used to. No, it seemed the be speckled youth had lost alot of the bad habits, as surely as he had lost that crack in his voice.
Are you working on something? Kensuke is here to document and otherwise bother you in your work!

2] Although the evil's of the world had not change, the retutn of Cynthia to the ship had really changed his demeanor, the weight on his shoulders seemed tolerable again. All the same he knew there where some people he owed apologies and thanks to. In his messenger bag, along with Valentine a half dozen or so little packages he needed to deliver to those who had been there for him through all this.
it's the least I can do.
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[Kamille was feeling fantastic today. Yes, the Chalice's standing with the feds dropped even further thanks to the fucking terrorist, but that was a drop in the water compared to what he was really excited about: The return of Cynthia Lane and Gainer Sanga from the clutches of the OverDevil. For once, he felt like things were going his way, and he intended to express this in a creative fashion.]

[When the Cafeteria is finally open again, it's decked out in full party mode, the bluenett Newtype pulling out all the stops in creating enough food to fuel the occasion. A rather obvious, if somewhat plain, banner hangs from the ceiling]

"WELCOME BACK, CYNTHIA AND GAINER"

[In all of this, Kamille finds himself lying on a bench that he dragged to a corner, the high of success finally washing over him as fatigue set in. Soul-crushing, Death-warmed-over, Why-am-I-still-awake fatigue.]

[Locked to anti-dummy plug group]

[While the festivities are in full swing, Kamille has sent you a message to meet him back in the same empty storage unit they met in last time. He has apparently already slipped out of the party himself at this point, using the excuse of finally turning in for the evening to get away while everyone was distracted. What could he want?]

[OOC: This is a mingle post to celebrate the return of Gainer and Cynthia. Kamille put a lot of effort into making this happen (which may or may not have involved dragging unwilling victims finding volunteers to help him do it), so you might have to seek him out to harass him for pushing himself too hard. AGAIN.]
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1. So...we defeated the Overdevil. Dad...President Kids is gone. And the SR should be disbanding. That's one less set of enemies for the Chalice, right? But it feels like I missed a ton of stuff. Anyone want to fill me in on what's been happening around here?

2.[A pink, rubberlike mecha is back in the hangar...and with it, a pink-haired, scantily clad girl. You'll find her looking around the hangar.]

Oh wow, it feels like I was just in here yesterday, but there's a ton more new mechs around! Just how long was I gone...?

[You may find her staring at your machine. Or you can just talk to her.]

3. [Locked to Kensuke]

[A knock at your door. No words. The knocking will continue until you respond.]
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Where's Kensuke?
Haven't seen that bespectacled geek in a while have you?

Some weeks ago Kensuke had hit a wall, it had all become to much to bare anymore. To many losses. To many truths. To many- everything.
He hid himself away, sleeping through the daytime hours, till the halls where quiet and still. Only then did he slip out to the gym, or to lock himself away in his darkroom. He had not even stopped by the good Doctor's airship in a while. Solitude has lead only to further silence, and he was getting rather used to it. Now all this talk about rescuing Cynthia left him both excited, and full of despair. He could not even ride out to meet her, NERV would never let him after the display he put up last time.
No, all he could do was wait, and hope that the others would have the strength to bring her home again. Doubt clouded his mind and made it hard to think clearly.
So now, in the early evening, he shuffled down the hall looking a bit lost and dazed on his way to the gym, Valentine running at his heels just as grotesque and adorable as a stalker-ed chicken could be.
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And I hope you die
I hope we both die


[Post Mission]

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1] It's been twenty minute since the Eva was drug back to the Chalice, Kensuke refused to come out. The plug was closed up tightly, but with no power running to the machine there was little reason for NERV to force him out before he was ready. Kensuke knew the scolding he would face, but more so, he was scared of the faces of the people who had been on the battlefield with him. He cried into the LCL with his chin pulled to his chest, his glasses floating in the LCL before him.
A blonde woman is standing in front of the Eva in the hanger, with a comm device in her hand.
"Here, maybe you can get through to him. If he won't get out on his own soon we'll have to force him out. I'd hate to do that after a fight like today." She holds the comm out to you. "You can talk to him directly here, go ahead."

2]Somehow he's keeping it together now, and though he looks exhausted, physically everything seems to be Ok. He hadn't even changed out of his plugsuit before he went down to the mess hall. He looked far away and empty as he sat down and started to eat, regarding the sandwich in his hands with a forlorn look.
He thought back on a hundred lunch periods he and Toji had shared together. For such a very long time toji had been his only friend, that was... until the Eva. And now... they had been so close to being reunited, to being brothers in arms, his one true friend had been so close to joining them, only to be swallowed by the angel.
Kensuke bit his lip as his eyes watered up again.
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Music blared as she worked with a machine bending the new armor plaiting that would go on her new cyclone. It was well past two am, and she was singing along, off key, a bottle of tequila may be involved, sitting oh so innocently on one of the benches near where she was working. The blond took another swig from the bottle, making a face as she looked over the plans DK was showing her.

"This might not be strong enough with the extra power I'm stuffing in the shell." She thought she was talking to the mini computer of hers, but hey, anyone is welcome to complain about the noise, help out or order her to bed.

2
Mira's built the bare bones Shadow Dancer, the armor plating isn't on it, and it's in 'bot' mode as she runs through tests the ai in her computer running the machine while she's moving about it controlling both with the connections through the CV-r. Mira frowns a little backing up, the readouts she's seeing in her helmet are off still. Though part of her wonders if that's because she's going through the mini comp and not actually in the system. The bottle... it's empty and she's holding a cup of coffee in her hands.

3
She's late for her shift Though looks like Mira's taking a page from Lucchini's book, you want this tech you can find her curled up hugging the new, but not fitted manifold painted in a deep purple, in her work station. Lucifer's leaning against the tool box, sheets of paper are scattered around her, seems sometime while working these last few days, she's managed to work on some new music... Dare to wake her?
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After the Mission you might find Kensuke standing in the hanger, dumbfounded, and oblivious to the rush going on around him. Instead he stands staring at the empty place Cynthia's Dominator was usually parked. In his hand he has a little box, wrapped in pretty pink paper, which slipped to the ground with a clattered as the last mech came back from the mission, and this docking slot was still empty.

"Cynthia..."
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1] Kensuke's refused to let go that lamp since they got back from the mission. Once they got back he just.. didn't know what to do with himself, and sat down in the first available chair and sobbed like a lost child. Gripping the brass lamp in one hand and Valentine in the other he seemed oblivious to anything past his own hands.

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2] [Locked to Dr. Zero]
It took longer than he had anticipated to get it together enough to find the Doctor. Apparently, she had retreated to her airship Shortening of the way, after all she had gotten it worse than he did but still... He simply couldn't think of any other place that he could be, where he felt safe... except with her.
"D-Dr. Zero?" He called out with a trembling voice


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3] Much later, when the pain had passed, and Kensuke felt as raw as his throat was from crying, he did something... unexpected. Kensuke went to the Eva's cage. The auxiliary lights where on, but the huge cavity was still mostly dim, despite this, the lights that shone directly onto the Eva's chrome plating bounced around the room, it made Eva Unit 04 look as if it where glowing of it's own volition. Like an holy image. Like a saint. Like an angel...
Kensuke was sitting cross-legged on the bridge, staring up at it, with wide, blank eyes.

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[1]

Doctor Zero is watching one of the holovisions, and looking both concerned and annoyed. She's squinting at it as if this were some trick of the light that will go away if she can just clear her vision.

On the holovis, a middle aged man with a large mustache and a pickelhaube is addressing the press, accompanied by several other men in equally ridiculous uniforms: the leaders of Destroit, Montrail, Hellywood, Armordillo, Boss-ton, Boltedmore, Arkhangel, Distrito Militar and our old friend, Mayor Quinn B. of Springwheeled, whose town seems to have been expanding itself, as has his gut.

"...and makes it necessary for freedom loving men to band togezher for ze purposes of forming associations of mutual defense. And so, today, my friends, I announce ze formation of ze Traktionstadsgesselschaft. Ve are dedicated to ze preservation of ze ideals of Municipal Darvinism, against ze depredations all who would keep us static, especially ze terrorists known as "Ze Green Storm"."

The speaker was immediately bombarded with questions, many asking if this formation was motivated by the recent death of The Stalker Fang, but Doctor Zero wasn't listening.

[2]

A piece of mail arrived, stamped with the simple authorization and plain letters of ordinary military correspondence. Oenone folded the letter open (even envelopes were reused in The Green Storm and it made monitoring the grunts' mail easier for Intelligence) expecting ordinary orders.

Instead, letters glued to the paper: YOU WILL PAY FOR KILLING HER ALEUTIAN WITCH YOUR LYING TONGUE WILL BE PULLED FROM YOUR MOUTH AND CUT OFF.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage as if it wanted to break free and go bouncing down the hallway and her eyes went wide with shock. But carefully, she began to refold the letter.

Someone had sent that from Rogue's Roost, and they had allies.
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[1]

Doctor Zero is watching one of the holovisions, and looking both concerned and annoyed. She's squinting at it as if this were some trick of the light that will go away if she can just clear her vision.

On the holovis, a middle aged man with a large mustache and a pickelhaube is addressing the press, accompanied by several other men in equally ridiculous uniforms: the leaders of Destroit, Montrail, Hellywood, Armordillo, Boss-ton, Boltedmore, Arkhangel, Distrito Militar and our old friend, Mayor Quinn B. of Springwheeled, whose town seems to have been expanding itself, as has his gut.

"...and makes it necessary for freedom loving men to band togezher for ze purposes of forming associations of mutual defense. And so, today, my friends, I announce ze formation of ze Traktionstadsgesselschaft. Ve are dedicated to ze preservation of ze ideals of Municipal Darvinism, against ze depredations all who would keep us static, especially ze terrorists known as "Ze Green Storm"."

The speaker was immediately bombarded with questions, many asking if this formation was motivated by the recent death of The Stalker Fang, but Doctor Zero wasn't listening.

[2]

A piece of mail arrived, stamped with the simple authorization and plain letters of ordinary military correspondence. Oenone folded the letter open (even envelopes were reused in The Green Storm and it made monitoring the grunts' mail easier for Intelligence) expecting ordinary orders.

Instead, letters glued to the paper: YOU WILL PAY FOR KILLING HER ALEUTIAN WITCH YOUR LYING TONGUE WILL BE PULLED FROM YOUR MOUTH AND CUT OFF.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage as if it wanted to break free and go bouncing down the hallway and her eyes went wide with shock. But carefully, she began to refold the letter.

Someone had sent that from Rogue's Roost, and they had allies.
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1] Kensuke seems a bit more down than normal, as she shuffles through the hall way, sighing every now and again. Every year it was the same, why should he expect this year to be any different?
In case you didn't know (as NERV probably doesn't want you to anyways) it's Kensuke's birthday. Our young pilot is getting older, 16 now and almost a man, and still on the Chalice (and not dead) Kensuke should be happy but....
"Man, this sucks." He said to Valentine, as if she where somehow able to do something about it. "It's just not the same with out Toji around. We usually skip school and go to the arcade together on my birthday."

2] Down in the Cargo hold Kensuke had set some of Zero's stalkers to work to help him move the huge crates and boxes around, stacking them up in various places around the hold. With a little geeky ingenuity he had build himself a rather nice free running course, once he was sure to fall off of at least a few times, but it wasn't very tall at all so any fall should be far less than fatal. After all he had promised Dr Zero he wouldn't throw himself off of anything really high.... yet.
Just as he sets down his messenger bag, and pulls off his button down shirt, he hears the door open and cringes.
What unknowing victim just walked into the middle of his play time?
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1] Kensuke seems a bit more down than normal, as she shuffles through the hall way, sighing every now and again. Every year it was the same, why should he expect this year to be any different?
In case you didn't know (as NERV probably doesn't want you to anyways) it's Kensuke's birthday. Our young pilot is getting older, 16 now and almost a man, and still on the Chalice (and not dead) Kensuke should be happy but....
"Man, this sucks." He said to Valentine, as if she where somehow able to do something about it. "It's just not the same with out Toji around. We usually skip school and go to the arcade together on my birthday."

2] Down in the Cargo hold Kensuke had set some of Zero's stalkers to work to help him move the huge crates and boxes around, stacking them up in various places around the hold. With a little geeky ingenuity he had build himself a rather nice free running course, once he was sure to fall off of at least a few times, but it wasn't very tall at all so any fall should be far less than fatal. After all he had promised Dr Zero he wouldn't throw himself off of anything really high.... yet.
Just as he sets down his messenger bag, and pulls off his button down shirt, he hears the door open and cringes.
What unknowing victim just walked into the middle of his play time?
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1)Just beofre Kensuke climbed out of his Eva after the mission when a 'voice only' call came for him. The orange screen appeared on his display and a voice he hadn't heard in ten years greeted him

"Kensuke, m'boy. Good work today. You would make you mother proud."
Kensuke perked up, his face filled with light, and just before he could say anything in response, his father, Dr. Aida, hung up the connection.


Kensuke was a bit let down, but even this little bit on contact with his father filled him with joy. After the mission he was padding through the hall of the Chalice, still in his plug suit, a towel draped over his damp head. Despite how crazy the mission had been, and now his wrists and chest ached from the memory of feeling, Kensuke had a big stupid grin on his face.

2) [video] Hey I was wondering if anyone was a gymnast or something... or knows anything about free running or parkour? I think I need lessons before I break my knee caps doing something stupid.
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1)Just beofre Kensuke climbed out of his Eva after the mission when a 'voice only' call came for him. The orange screen appeared on his display and a voice he hadn't heard in ten years greeted him

"Kensuke, m'boy. Good work today. You would make you mother proud."
Kensuke perked up, his face filled with light, and just before he could say anything in response, his father, Dr. Aida, hung up the connection.


Kensuke was a bit let down, but even this little bit on contact with his father filled him with joy. After the mission he was padding through the hall of the Chalice, still in his plug suit, a towel draped over his damp head. Despite how crazy the mission had been, and now his wrists and chest ached from the memory of feeling, Kensuke had a big stupid grin on his face.

2) [video] Hey I was wondering if anyone was a gymnast or something... or knows anything about free running or parkour? I think I need lessons before I break my knee caps doing something stupid.
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1)The whirl of the treadmill, and the fan, mixed with the sound of each stride's sure touch of the rubber belt, that raced away again. Kensuke has his glasses off, they where sitting on the floor beside the machine, and was lost in the blur of the world. It was obvious on his face he was deep in thought as he ran in place for what could have been forever. Every step, every thought, brought him closer to something, but he was never quite sure what.

The funny part was, just behind the machine Valentine was watching the treadmill. Every now and again the clumsy chicken would try and jump on, and immediately get flung from the machine. Each time she got back up, shook herself off, and returned to the foot of the treadmill.

Join him for a run?


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2) Kensuke is shuffling back from the gym, look pretty worn out and tried. Under his arm is a stack of large black and white photos, wrapped in a bit of paper.
Finding a lounge that was empty he began to spread his photos out on the table one by one.
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1)The whirl of the treadmill, and the fan, mixed with the sound of each stride's sure touch of the rubber belt, that raced away again. Kensuke has his glasses off, they where sitting on the floor beside the machine, and was lost in the blur of the world. It was obvious on his face he was deep in thought as he ran in place for what could have been forever. Every step, every thought, brought him closer to something, but he was never quite sure what.

The funny part was, just behind the machine Valentine was watching the treadmill. Every now and again the clumsy chicken would try and jump on, and immediately get flung from the machine. Each time she got back up, shook herself off, and returned to the foot of the treadmill.

Join him for a run?


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2) Kensuke is shuffling back from the gym, look pretty worn out and tried. Under his arm is a stack of large black and white photos, wrapped in a bit of paper.
Finding a lounge that was empty he began to spread his photos out on the table one by one.
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(Music)

[1]

After the mission and the cleanup, the stresses of it felt as if they'd suddenly floated off of Oenone Zero's skin and dissipated. She lay sprawled against a tree trunk in the habitat, eyes closed, feeling the anemic sun, filtered through glass, play against her face. Her Stalker birds hopped and flew about too, seeming to sense their mistress's good mood.

She was alive. Stalker Fang was dead. Things were about to get a lot more OK from then on.

[2]

In her room, she knelt before a portrait of a young man in a Green Storm uniform, grinning wide, arm wrapped around a small, shy looking girl who nevertheless had a small smile of her own. She placed two incense sticks and a bowl of rice with the chopsticks sticking up out of them on the makeshift altar.

"Eno...she's dead, like I promised. Be at peace. I love you."
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(Music)

[1]

After the mission and the cleanup, the stresses of it felt as if they'd suddenly floated off of Oenone Zero's skin and dissipated. She lay sprawled against a tree trunk in the habitat, eyes closed, feeling the anemic sun, filtered through glass, play against her face. Her Stalker birds hopped and flew about too, seeming to sense their mistress's good mood.

She was alive. Stalker Fang was dead. Things were about to get a lot more OK from then on.

[2]

In her room, she knelt before a portrait of a young man in a Green Storm uniform, grinning wide, arm wrapped around a small, shy looking girl who nevertheless had a small smile of her own. She placed two incense sticks and a bowl of rice with the chopsticks sticking up out of them on the makeshift altar.

"Eno...she's dead, like I promised. Be at peace. I love you."
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1] It had been a while since Kensuke had been on the Chalice, so he felt a little strange walking back through it's hall. At his heels, a freakish robotic stalker chicken followed him, looking quite pleased with itself. Despite how little hope he had felt when he left, Kensuke had found his resolve, and though he was no closer to finding his reason to fight, he had decided to come back. To not run away from the harsh reality. He was an Eva pilot, and if that's all he would be ever be, well he would find a was to cope with that too.

"Come on Valentine." He said to the chicken, who clucked happily, and hopped along quickly behind him. "My rooms over here."

2] Kensuke seems to have regained all his normal vigor, camera in hand, and Valentine in tow, he was back at his normal game. So whatever you're doing, where ever you are, be aware that a certain blond Japanese boy is there with his camera... and his chicken
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1] It had been a while since Kensuke had been on the Chalice, so he felt a little strange walking back through it's hall. At his heels, a freakish robotic stalker chicken followed him, looking quite pleased with itself. Despite how little hope he had felt when he left, Kensuke had found his resolve, and though he was no closer to finding his reason to fight, he had decided to come back. To not run away from the harsh reality. He was an Eva pilot, and if that's all he would be ever be, well he would find a was to cope with that too.

"Come on Valentine." He said to the chicken, who clucked happily, and hopped along quickly behind him. "My rooms over here."

2] Kensuke seems to have regained all his normal vigor, camera in hand, and Valentine in tow, he was back at his normal game. So whatever you're doing, where ever you are, be aware that a certain blond Japanese boy is there with his camera... and his chicken
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[Action: Public, forwarddated to after they leave the atmosphere]

Doctor Zero's been seeing a lot of people lately with symptoms of space-sickness. Though her background as a surgeon-mechanic normally wouldn't cover this kindof thing, the low number of doctors on board has pressed her into it. For more mild cases, you get ginger tea (in a bulb, of course).

In This Cut: Druuuuuuugs )

[Private to Kensuke]

I hope you're feeling well on Earth. Taking a break from the Chalice was probably a smart decision. I'm sending a few things down to you via drop pod.
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[Action: Public, forwarddated to after they leave the atmosphere]

Doctor Zero's been seeing a lot of people lately with symptoms of space-sickness. Though her background as a surgeon-mechanic normally wouldn't cover this kindof thing, the low number of doctors on board has pressed her into it. For more mild cases, you get ginger tea (in a bulb, of course).

In This Cut: Druuuuuuugs )

[Private to Kensuke]

I hope you're feeling well on Earth. Taking a break from the Chalice was probably a smart decision. I'm sending a few things down to you via drop pod.

Option B

Jun. 13th, 2012 06:24 pm
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It would be too expensive to keep sending The Tower into space. So if anyone would prefer to stay on Earth while the White Chalice goes into orbit again, there is more than enough room here. I understand a number of you want to stay to look for Kou and Kazuki. Until there's a sign of Shin Dragon, I may as well put my resources towards something useful.

Option B

Jun. 13th, 2012 06:24 pm
[identity profile] getter-class.livejournal.com
It would be too expensive to keep sending The Tower into space. So if anyone would prefer to stay on Earth while the White Chalice goes into orbit again, there is more than enough room here. I understand a number of you want to stay to look for Kou and Kazuki. Until there's a sign of Shin Dragon, I may as well put my resources towards something useful.
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[Action]

Doctor Zero can be found with her birds, stroking them sadly, talking to them to keep herself on the level. Strange what war does, the insane behaviors demanded of you to stay on the narrow roof of sanity.

"I...t-tried to help her. But I c-can't save anyone. Not her or Eno."

Tears well up and overflow but she manages to fight back the kind of obvious snotty, sniffling, sobbing, full of hiccoughs, if only because she dares not open her mouth to speak. Later she can be found looking at Shouko's last medical chart.

[Message]

[This poem fragment appears in several places around the Chalice and once anonymously on the network. If you're very observant/persistent you might be able to catch her putting them out.]

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.

And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration.
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[Action]

Doctor Zero can be found with her birds, stroking them sadly, talking to them to keep herself on the level. Strange what war does, the insane behaviors demanded of you to stay on the narrow roof of sanity.

"I...t-tried to help her. But I c-can't save anyone. Not her or Eno."

Tears well up and overflow but she manages to fight back the kind of obvious snotty, sniffling, sobbing, full of hiccoughs, if only because she dares not open her mouth to speak. Later she can be found looking at Shouko's last medical chart.

[Message]

[This poem fragment appears in several places around the Chalice and once anonymously on the network. If you're very observant/persistent you might be able to catch her putting them out.]

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.

And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration.
[identity profile] my-time2-shine.livejournal.com
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Kensuke was taking his now job quiet seriously. He wore his brown 'camera man' vest, the pockets stuffed with rolls of film, and carried an huge, vintage camera with a flashbulb. On this jacket there was a little badge (that he has made himself in all honestly) That read 'Official Photographer', and above it in bold letters 'The chalice press'
He was looking to find Lily, Hixar said he had just written a piece on her and needed photos to accompany it. But really, he was using it as an excuse to take photos of everyone. Whatever you're doing, be sure that even if you don't notice him, Kensuke is there, camera in hand, looking for news!
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Kensuke was taking his now job quiet seriously. He wore his brown 'camera man' vest, the pockets stuffed with rolls of film, and carried an huge, vintage camera with a flashbulb. On this jacket there was a little badge (that he has made himself in all honestly) That read 'Official Photographer', and above it in bold letters 'The chalice press'
He was looking to find Lily, Hixar said he had just written a piece on her and needed photos to accompany it. But really, he was using it as an excuse to take photos of everyone. Whatever you're doing, be sure that even if you don't notice him, Kensuke is there, camera in hand, looking for news!
[identity profile] rods-and-cones.livejournal.com
I thank you in advance for reading my first periodical for this ship.  It's my intention to not only keep everyone a little more informed, but to help our own shipmates get to know one another. 
~Hixar Fermi, mobile suit pilot
Battle Reports
Rather than take too much time and review battles from weeks and weeks ago, especially our recent wrap-up with dealing with the group, Adventus, I'll cover our most recent endeavors I've managed to get some footage for review on.

Mission074.avi


It would appear that one of our hot-blooded mechanics had a secret identity.  Saving the days past as "Kamen Rider Technica", MarKus Haley led a charge to save a few innocents from aliens known as "Percolati".  This, alas, turned out to be a trap by his rival company, ZECT, whom had intended to retrieve his mobile suit.  It looks awfully like those Gundams, don't you think?

At MarKus's side were members of the Strike Witches, and TSAB; the latter having a small incident of their own which landed poor Fate Testarosa in the infirmary for a while.  Let's all wish her well, shall we? 

Mission075.avi


I can only surmise a few things given the footage I managed to acquire.  The forces of a "One-Eyed" Don attacked our forces while tending to an incident revolving around one of our Riders and Strike Witches.  Given the nature of our enemies, it looked that our mobile suits would've been quite out of place.  Perhaps even inconvenient.

In the end, everyone came out alright, though it would seem that several of the girls are in a bit of trouble with their commander.  And these Riders aren't to be underestimated in comparison to even our larger mobile suits.
.photos provided by Kensuke Aida
Getting to know your Crew

KensukeInterview.pdf
((There would be a thread below, if Kensuke were not on hiatus))
Irgelion Wisdom
 from Julia Richardson
"A man who has done nothing can do anything, but until he does he is still nothing."
To request an interview, contact Hixar Fermi
[[Private file sent to Celestial Being members]]
See comments below :P
[identity profile] rods-and-cones.livejournal.com
I thank you in advance for reading my first periodical for this ship.  It's my intention to not only keep everyone a little more informed, but to help our own shipmates get to know one another. 
~Hixar Fermi, mobile suit pilot
Battle Reports
Rather than take too much time and review battles from weeks and weeks ago, especially our recent wrap-up with dealing with the group, Adventus, I'll cover our most recent endeavors I've managed to get some footage for review on.

Mission074.avi


It would appear that one of our hot-blooded mechanics had a secret identity.  Saving the days past as "Kamen Rider Technica", MarKus Haley led a charge to save a few innocents from aliens known as "Percolati".  This, alas, turned out to be a trap by his rival company, ZECT, whom had intended to retrieve his mobile suit.  It looks awfully like those Gundams, don't you think?

At MarKus's side were members of the Strike Witches, and TSAB; the latter having a small incident of their own which landed poor Fate Testarosa in the infirmary for a while.  Let's all wish her well, shall we? 

Mission075.avi


I can only surmise a few things given the footage I managed to acquire.  The forces of a "One-Eyed" Don attacked our forces while tending to an incident revolving around one of our Riders and Strike Witches.  Given the nature of our enemies, it looked that our mobile suits would've been quite out of place.  Perhaps even inconvenient.

In the end, everyone came out alright, though it would seem that several of the girls are in a bit of trouble with their commander.  And these Riders aren't to be underestimated in comparison to even our larger mobile suits.
.photos provided by Kensuke Aida
Getting to know your Crew

KensukeInterview.pdf
((There would be a thread below, if Kensuke were not on hiatus))
Irgelion Wisdom
 from Julia Richardson
"A man who has done nothing can do anything, but until he does he is still nothing."
To request an interview, contact Hixar Fermi
[[Private file sent to Celestial Being members]]
See comments below :P
[identity profile] my-time2-shine.livejournal.com
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Kensuke has a box, held in his arms, and inside seemed to be a hundred folded paper envelopes. Each had a name scrawled on the front in, and there seemed to be one for every person on the ship. So wherever you are, be prepared to be approached by a dorky blonde and his box.

Inside each envelopes are a stack of photos. So if you've been in front of Kensuke's lens at all in the last year, he's probably got more than a few pictures for you.
[identity profile] my-time2-shine.livejournal.com
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Kensuke has a box, held in his arms, and inside seemed to be a hundred folded paper envelopes. Each had a name scrawled on the front in, and there seemed to be one for every person on the ship. So wherever you are, be prepared to be approached by a dorky blonde and his box.

Inside each envelopes are a stack of photos. So if you've been in front of Kensuke's lens at all in the last year, he's probably got more than a few pictures for you.
[identity profile] vjockey.livejournal.com
[As everyone has been locked back into their cells after an "interview and music session" with Dr RGNK you can hear the sound of a trio of people walking down the corridor. This was odd because for those of you keeping track you would have noticed that everyone that was captured had already went for their own "chat" with the musically inclined Adventus General.]

Heh, maybe we should put him with the rest. See what happens.

We got orders. He gets his own cell.

Pity. Would've been fun to see the scrap it would've caused. He'd have to fight the people he was supposed to be on the same side with again! Hah!

[What was that? Fight the people he was supposed to- Oh. OH. Lo and behold here's Cheng getting herded into a cell. He was surprisingly passive aside from a VERY dark scowl on his face. The moment he was locked in his cage he just stared daggers at the guards.]

What're you gonna do big man? Fight me? Hah! Then where'd you go? You sure as hell don't have any friends here.

That's enough. We've got a job to do. Stop acting like a schoolyard bully and get back on track.

[The guards soon left. The cells were for a lack of better term, ungoverned. And Cheng's cell was right at a sweet spot where many of you can see him while you yell/talk.]

[Will you call him out for his misdeeds? Who am I kidding, of course you would.]
[identity profile] vjockey.livejournal.com
[As everyone has been locked back into their cells after an "interview and music session" with Dr RGNK you can hear the sound of a trio of people walking down the corridor. This was odd because for those of you keeping track you would have noticed that everyone that was captured had already went for their own "chat" with the musically inclined Adventus General.]

Heh, maybe we should put him with the rest. See what happens.

We got orders. He gets his own cell.

Pity. Would've been fun to see the scrap it would've caused. He'd have to fight the people he was supposed to be on the same side with again! Hah!

[What was that? Fight the people he was supposed to- Oh. OH. Lo and behold here's Cheng getting herded into a cell. He was surprisingly passive aside from a VERY dark scowl on his face. The moment he was locked in his cage he just stared daggers at the guards.]

What're you gonna do big man? Fight me? Hah! Then where'd you go? You sure as hell don't have any friends here.

That's enough. We've got a job to do. Stop acting like a schoolyard bully and get back on track.

[The guards soon left. The cells were for a lack of better term, ungoverned. And Cheng's cell was right at a sweet spot where many of you can see him while you yell/talk.]

[Will you call him out for his misdeeds? Who am I kidding, of course you would.]
[identity profile] emorangerblack.livejournal.com
[Against all odds and possibly sanity as well, it's the wedding day. Surely no hijinks will ensue!]

1.
[Preparation prompt - because both the groom and the bride will probably require some help from others, being socially clueless like they are. May also include a bachelor party.]

2.
[Time for the ceremony. As invited guests, feel free to comment and gossip on what is going on. But wait, not only is the soon-to-be couple still absent, so is the minister!

Wait, do we even HAVE a minister onboard?]

3.
[Post-ceremony, but the reception is not over yet. Socialize, dance and be merry! Also gorge yourselves on piles of food prepared by Tsukasa's kitchen slaves.]
[identity profile] emorangerblack.livejournal.com
[Against all odds and possibly sanity as well, it's the wedding day. Surely no hijinks will ensue!]

1.
[Preparation prompt - because both the groom and the bride will probably require some help from others, being socially clueless like they are. May also include a bachelor party.]

2.
[Time for the ceremony. As invited guests, feel free to comment and gossip on what is going on. But wait, not only is the soon-to-be couple still absent, so is the minister!

Wait, do we even HAVE a minister onboard?]

3.
[Post-ceremony, but the reception is not over yet. Socialize, dance and be merry! Also gorge yourselves on piles of food prepared by Tsukasa's kitchen slaves.]

ACE: UG@

Mar. 27th, 2012 06:34 pm
[identity profile] g4merqu33n.livejournal.com
[A note can be found in the hangar, posted up on the bulletin board.]

"Calling out all pilots who consider themselves worthy of the title "ace"! I, Cynthia Lane, and my invincible Dominator will be taking on all comers in a mock battle. There's no need for anyone to get hurt, so arm your machine with practice rounds, I'll have Domi set to safety mode in return. Prove your worth as an ace, to the Queen of Games!"

"Attendance is mandatory for YOU, Gainer Sanga. I heard about that fight you had with that stealing Overman, without me."

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Cynthia is indeed waiting outside, within visual range of the Chalice, Dominator practicing what looks like a few fancy morphing maneuvers while she waits for challengers.

ACE: UG@

Mar. 27th, 2012 06:34 pm
[identity profile] g4merqu33n.livejournal.com
[A note can be found in the hangar, posted up on the bulletin board.]

"Calling out all pilots who consider themselves worthy of the title "ace"! I, Cynthia Lane, and my invincible Dominator will be taking on all comers in a mock battle. There's no need for anyone to get hurt, so arm your machine with practice rounds, I'll have Domi set to safety mode in return. Prove your worth as an ace, to the Queen of Games!"

"Attendance is mandatory for YOU, Gainer Sanga. I heard about that fight you had with that stealing Overman, without me."

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Cynthia is indeed waiting outside, within visual range of the Chalice, Dominator practicing what looks like a few fancy morphing maneuvers while she waits for challengers.
[identity profile] primalfanatic.livejournal.com
1) // ACTION //

[Flynn is in the infirmary after his exertion during the previous mission. Despite everything, he actually doesn't have any major injuries. He was just dehydrated slightly and exhausted. He wakes up the next day, and spends it staring at the ceiling silently unless of course, someone were to come see him.]

2) // JOURNAL //

[Posted to his personal journal, but still publicly accessible.]

Conor is an idiot. I always assumed he had thought everything through, it's what leaders should do.

This proved that he didn't. He was so sold on an instant fix that he was willing to throw his life away on a gamble. A gamble which would push the world even further from his dream.

I get it now, that's what it is, a dream. There is no way the world will become that within our lifetimes. It's not possible. And even if it was, it's unnatural.

But I don't know what to do now. So I'll stay here, and see more of the world today. Then I'll decide what to do.
[identity profile] primalfanatic.livejournal.com
1) // ACTION //

[Flynn is in the infirmary after his exertion during the previous mission. Despite everything, he actually doesn't have any major injuries. He was just dehydrated slightly and exhausted. He wakes up the next day, and spends it staring at the ceiling silently unless of course, someone were to come see him.]

2) // JOURNAL //

[Posted to his personal journal, but still publicly accessible.]

Conor is an idiot. I always assumed he had thought everything through, it's what leaders should do.

This proved that he didn't. He was so sold on an instant fix that he was willing to throw his life away on a gamble. A gamble which would push the world even further from his dream.

I get it now, that's what it is, a dream. There is no way the world will become that within our lifetimes. It's not possible. And even if it was, it's unnatural.

But I don't know what to do now. So I'll stay here, and see more of the world today. Then I'll decide what to do.
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[At night, Werter is sitting at a remote part of the deck, looking at the sky. He brought a pair of binoculars with him for stargazing, though that's currently being used by Prometheus. They're not here to watch just the stars, though.]

Isn't it funny? We just barely avoided one worldwide catastrophe, and here comes another one already. Talk about timing.
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[At night, Werter is sitting at a remote part of the deck, looking at the sky. He brought a pair of binoculars with him for stargazing, though that's currently being used by Prometheus. They're not here to watch just the stars, though.]

Isn't it funny? We just barely avoided one worldwide catastrophe, and here comes another one already. Talk about timing.
[identity profile] my-time2-shine.livejournal.com
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If you're looking for the hero that-almost-wasn't today, you'll find in medical ward.

Kensuke lays awake and stares at the ceiling for a long time, the weight of what happened today crushing down upon him. Sure, he had been in other battles before, but he had never stared death in the face like he did this time...
Aside from the heat exhaustion, and battered shoulders, his emotions where still in a state of shock. Kensuke was unsure what to think or feel after a day like that. HE knew he had done his job, albeit he had not done well, the Angel had still been defeated.

That's what was most important right?
The protection of everyone.
The Angel's defeat.

He rolled over and closed his eyes, trying not to left those moments in the lava play through his mind anymore. He needed a distraction, anything to take his mind of those flashes of memory he had long since banished from his mind.
[identity profile] my-time2-shine.livejournal.com
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If you're looking for the hero that-almost-wasn't today, you'll find in medical ward.

Kensuke lays awake and stares at the ceiling for a long time, the weight of what happened today crushing down upon him. Sure, he had been in other battles before, but he had never stared death in the face like he did this time...
Aside from the heat exhaustion, and battered shoulders, his emotions where still in a state of shock. Kensuke was unsure what to think or feel after a day like that. HE knew he had done his job, albeit he had not done well, the Angel had still been defeated.

That's what was most important right?
The protection of everyone.
The Angel's defeat.

He rolled over and closed his eyes, trying not to left those moments in the lava play through his mind anymore. He needed a distraction, anything to take his mind of those flashes of memory he had long since banished from his mind.
[identity profile] my-time2-shine.livejournal.com
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It was probably a bit late for a work out, but that's what Kensuke was doing none the less.
Running wind sprints across the gym, with a backpack on his back.
There was something different about his though, this isn't the same boy who came aboard all the time ago. Those who knew him may not see it as cleary, but that loose tank top which used to swallow him whole, was tighter now, across his chest the feeble emergence of muscle tone and definition was showing. Strong legs pushed him across the floor nimbly, in a way he would not have thought possible a year ago. The backpack he carried was weighted down, and his shoulders and arms looked tense and lean.
More importantly, he had found a strap for his glasses, and thought sweat run down his cheeks, his glasses staid firmly on his face.
To Kensuke, this alone, was cause for celebration.

Celebration that would commence as soon as her finished his last set of sprints.
[identity profile] my-time2-shine.livejournal.com
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It was probably a bit late for a work out, but that's what Kensuke was doing none the less.
Running wind sprints across the gym, with a backpack on his back.
There was something different about his though, this isn't the same boy who came aboard all the time ago. Those who knew him may not see it as cleary, but that loose tank top which used to swallow him whole, was tighter now, across his chest the feeble emergence of muscle tone and definition was showing. Strong legs pushed him across the floor nimbly, in a way he would not have thought possible a year ago. The backpack he carried was weighted down, and his shoulders and arms looked tense and lean.
More importantly, he had found a strap for his glasses, and thought sweat run down his cheeks, his glasses staid firmly on his face.
To Kensuke, this alone, was cause for celebration.

Celebration that would commence as soon as her finished his last set of sprints.

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