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[The voice is small, barely above a whisper. She's hoarse and exhausted from the battle.] Hello everyone. I am Doctor Oenone Zero, of the Green Storm ressurection corps. I want to give my most heartfelt thanks to everyone who just assisted me in the defense of the village of Seahaven and to the crew of this...landship for allowing me to stay here for a bit. I was cut off from any backup. If you hadn't shown up...I, I don't know what would've happened. That town woud have been demolished for materials to build Springwheeled even larger and its people made into slaves to work in the town's guts.
In case you've never seen one before, that was a Mobile City. Most of them survive by catching and "devouring" other mobile cities and static settlements. That was only a middling sized one, not one of the big urbivores, so if you hear of one in the area, be very careful.
My stalker squad is with me as well. Those are the five cyborg-creatures, each around eight feet tall. While they're fearsome in battle and they look rather scary, don't be scared of them. They can't move while they're switched off and even if they weren't, they need an operator to give them commands.
As a surgeon-mechanic of the ressurections corps, I am qualified to install, build and maintain any kind of prosthetic. If you should ever need that kind of help, please don't hesitate to contact me.
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The woman who sent the distress signal is small and slight, with dyed green hair. She wears a worn uniform, with a green lightning bolt on one tricep and a grinning death's head with a cyborg eye on the other. You can find her one of several places on the chalice:
1: Right after the mission and transferring Wendell to someone who can help him, rather than merely stabilize his conditions, she stumbles out of her airship, exhausted, tears staining her cheeks. Battle doesn't agree with her, it seems. She'd thought she was dead several times over.
2: Reassuring her birds. Their feathers are mixed with the metallic and their gears whine and click when they move, but they hop and move like living birds and seem to respond to her attention, becoming visibly less agitated.
3: The next day, in the hangar bay, repairing her stalkers. Two of the mechanical men are badly smashed. Their innards show, a grotesque and Gigerian internal diorama of metal and long since mummified insides, commingled and connected. But as she connects one thing, screws something else back in, their eyes glow again, red like demons.
[The voice is small, barely above a whisper. She's hoarse and exhausted from the battle.] Hello everyone. I am Doctor Oenone Zero, of the Green Storm ressurection corps. I want to give my most heartfelt thanks to everyone who just assisted me in the defense of the village of Seahaven and to the crew of this...landship for allowing me to stay here for a bit. I was cut off from any backup. If you hadn't shown up...I, I don't know what would've happened. That town woud have been demolished for materials to build Springwheeled even larger and its people made into slaves to work in the town's guts.
In case you've never seen one before, that was a Mobile City. Most of them survive by catching and "devouring" other mobile cities and static settlements. That was only a middling sized one, not one of the big urbivores, so if you hear of one in the area, be very careful.
My stalker squad is with me as well. Those are the five cyborg-creatures, each around eight feet tall. While they're fearsome in battle and they look rather scary, don't be scared of them. They can't move while they're switched off and even if they weren't, they need an operator to give them commands.
As a surgeon-mechanic of the ressurections corps, I am qualified to install, build and maintain any kind of prosthetic. If you should ever need that kind of help, please don't hesitate to contact me.
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The woman who sent the distress signal is small and slight, with dyed green hair. She wears a worn uniform, with a green lightning bolt on one tricep and a grinning death's head with a cyborg eye on the other. You can find her one of several places on the chalice:
1: Right after the mission and transferring Wendell to someone who can help him, rather than merely stabilize his conditions, she stumbles out of her airship, exhausted, tears staining her cheeks. Battle doesn't agree with her, it seems. She'd thought she was dead several times over.
2: Reassuring her birds. Their feathers are mixed with the metallic and their gears whine and click when they move, but they hop and move like living birds and seem to respond to her attention, becoming visibly less agitated.
3: The next day, in the hangar bay, repairing her stalkers. Two of the mechanical men are badly smashed. Their innards show, a grotesque and Gigerian internal diorama of metal and long since mummified insides, commingled and connected. But as she connects one thing, screws something else back in, their eyes glow again, red like demons.
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[He can't help but grin a little.]
Well at any rate we've got some old recordings of movies if you want. Pretty sure we have some of the episodes for the documentaries lying around. I'm pretty sure nobody would have problems lending you some.
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we doing this, man. we're making this happen.
Are you talking about "In This Thread"?
All 'hints' about Kamen Rider have pointed at him, or a Rider themselves. But even talking to a Rider about Riders, points back at the one kid who's seen "them all" (at least, anything that's Heisei. He's too young for Showa)
This is your chance to pester him!]]
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Come back here this instant. You know you're not supposed to bother people when they're working.
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[[Foot in mouth though, as he speaks before looking to see said bird perched on Technica's shoulder.]] Oh, it's that mechanical bird again.
[[Orr...]] This one's different. HEY! This yours? [[So now he's adressing Oenone, granted, leaning over the scaffolding surrounding the Technica]]
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[[Staaaare...]] You look like you wanted to say something else...
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[[MarKus works his way down from the scaffolding, then, when it's a less leg-breaking distance, he jumps down the rest of the way, likeaboss.gif.]]
Watcha, need, yo?
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The Major? [[Mio said he was good at painting?]] Well... okay... Watcha need? [[He's... totally confused by this whole 'Mio said he was good at painting' thing]]
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I want my stalkers made more fearsome looking. If we can make enemy infantry flee, we can prevent loss of life. During the defense of Seahaven...[She shudders, remembering the way their hardwired reflexes had kicked in and they'd literally ripped a path through the men trying to swarm them.]
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Gold. Gold and some arbitrary tentacles. Makin 'em look like Festum will sure as FUCK mess with some heads.
[[And we've deviated from this Rider viewing with mind-fuckery.]]
you can assume Josh told him all about her and her lack of tokusatsu btw
But MarKus is the one who has ALL THESE FILES for the watching.
Like we have.
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[She watches him frown.]
Oh. Did I bring up something painful?
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here's his chance to talk about henshins
Not much of a chance really
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