Jan. 12th, 2013

Shine 20

Jan. 12th, 2013 05:58 am
sunshine_maiden: (U-um...)
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[1]

[A team was working through the night to fish Sora out of the remains of Desu Itsuki. She'd good and melted quite a bit of it, not to mention fused her cockpit shut, so it was a long and touchy process. After some time, they were rewarded with... a wave of heat, and a still-unconscious redhead in casual garb, her uniform having dispelled itself at point of impact. Anyone pulling Sora out of the wreck will note that she's quite warm, and a little pale. Of chief concern is the fact that she charged right into a localized burst of radiation... hopefully she's okay. In any event, she's not going anywhere under her own power, so ideally she ends up in the infirmary.]

[2]

[It's a day or three before Sora regains consciousness; even then, she's still in and out. Whatever happened to her, it messed her right up, and her medical chart nearby confirms it: internal bleeding, nerve damage, bruising everywhere, first- and second-degree burns... it's a laundry list that, taken together, suggests strongly that Sora is lucky to be alive. At least Kojima poisoning doesn't seem to be a factor, though there's a bottle of anti-radiation meds along with everything else. Should you be present while she's awake and whoever's tending her at the moment is either feeling generous or isn't around, she's got a bright smile, even if she's a little loopy from everything she's on to keep her functional.]

Hi! Welcome to my little corner of Hell.

[3]

[One might wonder where POTPOURRI is right now. One would be concerned, then, to note that Sora's Soul Perfume was damaged somewhat during all the commotion; along with that, the AI happens to serve as a black box, so there's significant analysis being done to figure out what exactly happened to her. So far, all anyone can figure out is that the damage reflection limiters kicked in just after the nick of time, saving her from some of the mental shock, but not nearly enough, resulting in the nervous system damage on her big board of pain.

In an effort to keep Sora from trying to do something stupid but otherwise totally in character for her, POTPOURRI is living in Sora's room while she is in the infirmary. This, of course, means he's panicking and doing about as much sulking as an AI is capable of, worried he'd severely injured his mistress in some irreparable fashion. Dissuade?]

((Note across the board: Sora's injuries are fairly grave, so she'll be stable but critical for some time yet. Also note that she hasn't seen or heard about Desu Itsuki being a molten pile of parts.))
lastfeather: (And this matters how?)
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[1]

[Despite the recent failure at Lawdas, the Chalice still managed to gain a trio of new pilots. One of them was looking over the sheer amount of damage done to his machine.]

Well... damn...

[He's just running his hand through his hair with a grimace as he runs through the expenses. Repairs, ammunition, repainting, replacement parts... With the factory blasted to bits, it was written off as a failure and practically devoured his funds. He was going to have to work the everloving hell out of his ass to make up for this mess. He sighs roughly as he watches the numbers fall.]

Bloody Silent Line... Bloody League...


[2]

[The new arrival is at the bar... despite slowly closing into impoverishment he slapped money on the table, collapsed on a barstool and proceeded to make the following demand as he dropped his head to the bar-top.]

Give me the most expensive thing you've got. No. Actually. Give me two of that.

[Clearly his solution to dealing with having his money whittled down... is to waste more of it on coping mechanisms! BRILLIANT!]


[3] - Video/Action

Right... because of this contract I've got... I'm obligated to introduce myself.

[He's rubbing the bridge of his nose. His drinking binge may have gotten the better of him.]

My name's Ryou Kimura, I go by 'Onyx Zero' on the field. I'm a Mercenary of the Raven's Ark. We deal with dispute resolution. So I negotiate with people... violently. There's a lot of explosions and shooting involved.

[He takes a lazy swig straight from a bottle.]

I'll be working with you all... and probably be doing some Merc work on the side.. ..

[He seems to look off to the side, grumbling as he looks through a digital copy of the contract.]

RIght... and APPARENTLY... you get 40% of the pay whenever I go do my job. What is this shit...

So assuming you don't feel morally obligated to bitch at me, you're welcome to help me line your pockets.

Any questions?


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[One of the new pilots aboard, a rather young female, can be found on the foot of her AC, or what was left of it. She's practically curled up in a ball with her knees against her face, and doesn't look happy in the slightest.]

...Ugh- I don't get it at all!

[Thinking back to what happened earlier only made it worse. She could deal with the repair fees, but only as long as she still gained clients through the Ark. If it hadn't been for that one restraining factor, she might have just quit associating herself with the intermediary on the spot when she heard about the re-assignment.

Just looking at all the strange machines and people around was discomforting enough...]

'You don't know what you've got until you lose it,' huh? ...Makes me miss the Ark already.

[Nope, this definitely wasn't the place for her to be...]
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[Yet another new pilot for the Chalice. His late entry saved him the lovely repair bill the other Ravens got to enjoy and thus was laughing his way to the banking website.]

Down 800 credits for two shots fired... I'll be charging interest on the next job, Crest.

[He wasn't down by much compared to the other two and much less compared to what he had in the bank but losses to one's savings always hurt regardless when built up from scratch.]

Looks like I'll be here for awhile. May as well make the best of it. I wonder what the people here are like...

[Adapting to change. A sign of being an old crow.]

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