Birth of a Paladin

[goddess_duet]

[...and while all this partying and such is going on, Viridi is nowhere to be seen nearby else. The reason is that she's a good distance away, in a quickly sprouting forest. All around, the plants looks like a video put in fast forward. She, however, is focused in a person nearby, even smaller than herself. She seems... unusually satisfied.]

Very good, Lucas. Very good! You're getting it pretty quickly. Now try helping that flower grow. She already wants to. You just have to give her a push.

[Indeed, there is a little kid there, with her, looking as focused as only a little kid can be he tries to do it, purple glow around his hands. He's clearly doing magic.]

[Want to happen around to comment, cheer... or if you're Cora, probably fume?]

Back to Wandering

[chozo_girl]

 [Well, it is time to go. This has been a more pleasant mission than most, but time is over, and the Defender of the Galaxy is needed elsewhere, as she always is.

However, while normally she would just zoom off without a word, this time she sends some messages and waits near her ship.

This time, this one time, there are goodbyes to be said]

Tenth Resurrection

[link_to_revival]

[The hubbub from the wedding's finally dying down, people going their separate ways... and even a particular pair is finally going to be going its separate ways.]

This is still a risk.

[So says the AI, bidding its copilot farewell.]



But, as Werter put it, I've made friends here at the very least.  You included.  And there's people who'll never know justice as long as I keep running and finding asylum.

[So says the Icarus Bomber, ready to board a Britannian military police transport back to London.]

Help the others out in the meantime, R.  You've done more than enough for me in the time we've been together.

[The machine just nods, and as Lynn turns to leave they both wave farewell.  Sciencey-people who Lynn trusts, you might find spare Fragarachs, Ascalons, or Durandals to study or make use of.]

(People can tag during or afterwards, just specify which in the subject line)

20: 鹘 拳 鸦 拳 ! (Sub: Eagle Claw, Raven Fist)

[gurrenbrigbonded]

[Dated to several months after the closings of the portals.]

[1]

*Donk* *Donk* *Donk* *Donk*.

That's the first thing you hear as you walk up the pebble-bed pathway of the Twin Birds Dojo, passing by two thin streams of water that run downhill and drive the see-saw motion of several dozen deer-scarers.

Past a wooden gateway–

(With the Mandarin characters "鹘 拳 鸦 拳", and the english title "Dojo of the Twin Birds Styles" below it)

–there lies a strange set of landmarks. A small courtyard temple next to the the totem of a Raven to the left. A small courtyard temple with the hanging banner of a Falcon to the right...

...and a large, tarnished hanger bay and airfield smack-dab in-between them. On which a group of dented Zakus, GMs, and Knightmare frames are doing push-ups. And parrying exercises. All while two familiar mech pilots are urging them on from a watchtower gantry:


"Redouble your efforts, you indolent pupils! Only when your mechs become extensions of your very bodies will you begin to attain true mastery!"

Ryou: "If you're going to learn, you need to know how far you can reach. Your limits and those of your machines. You keep going until one or the other fails or until I say otherwise."

"Yes, Sensei Kimura! Yes, Master Helmar!" The indolent pupils reply from their mech intercoms.

Just...they...what the heck?

[2]

Later on in the day, both secluded in their own temples, the two mecha-martial artists instruct their disciples, who've come far and wide from mercenary groups, Federation armies, and Britannian battalions to learn the ways of fist and robot.

( Read more... )

Do you seek to learn from these two masters?

[3]

A special occasion has arisen!

( Read more... )