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[During the Earth-side's group stay, the Ptolomeios has been searching relentlessly for any trace of those imitation Celestial Being Gundams. And though up until now they hadn't found anyone...]

Hixar, Setsuna, Allelujah, Lockon.

We've found them. A few dozen clicks south of here, in fact... if we move fast, we might be able to get the jump on them.

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[During the Earth-side's group stay, the Ptolomeios has been searching relentlessly for any trace of those imitation Celestial Being Gundams. And though up until now they hadn't found anyone...]

Hixar, Setsuna, Allelujah, Lockon.

We've found them. A few dozen clicks south of here, in fact... if we move fast, we might be able to get the jump on them.

subject-0057.livejournal.com

[Backdated to immediately after the "Evil Intents" mission]

1) Allelujah seemed extremely pent up after returning from the field. Rather than stay and catch up, the pilot ignored the debriefing and shoved his way out of the hanger, grumbling angrily, that golden eye darting left and right as he looks for something to vent his anger on. "Damn bastard loses focus long enough for me to take over, I take the wheel and what happens? The f*cking jackasses retreat and I'm not even allowed to kick that Aker bastard's ass! F*ck! I need to kill something."

It's in this state that you find him. As he notices you, he whips around and points at you angrily. "Who the f*ck are you and why are you following me?!"

2) "Sorry about how I acted in the hangar. I wasn't really feeling like myself," Allelujah admits, looking at one of the bruises he caused you while shoving his way from the hangar earlier. "I just... really needed to cool off. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

The guy seems guilty, almost unnaturally so, but is clearly trying to make amends for having hurt you earlier.

subject-0057.livejournal.com

[Backdated to immediately after the "Evil Intents" mission]

1) Allelujah seemed extremely pent up after returning from the field. Rather than stay and catch up, the pilot ignored the debriefing and shoved his way out of the hanger, grumbling angrily, that golden eye darting left and right as he looks for something to vent his anger on. "Damn bastard loses focus long enough for me to take over, I take the wheel and what happens? The f*cking jackasses retreat and I'm not even allowed to kick that Aker bastard's ass! F*ck! I need to kill something."

It's in this state that you find him. As he notices you, he whips around and points at you angrily. "Who the f*ck are you and why are you following me?!"

2) "Sorry about how I acted in the hangar. I wasn't really feeling like myself," Allelujah admits, looking at one of the bruises he caused you while shoving his way from the hangar earlier. "I just... really needed to cool off. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

The guy seems guilty, almost unnaturally so, but is clearly trying to make amends for having hurt you earlier.

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[A small object suddenly emerges from behind the horizon and blazes through the sky, followed by a comet-like trail. It crashes aboard the White Chalice's deck, revealing itself to be... a pair of humans clad in armor. The armor being Black Cloud and the Great Pretender, to be precise.]

I promised... to return...

1.
[Reactions for witnessing the crash come here. Devon and Laura's armors disappear almost immediately, and they lie down on the deck without strength to even get up. Exhausted, wounded and even somewhat singed they may look... but they are definitely alive and conscious.]

2.

[Some time later, once someone mercifully dragged Devon along to the medical bay - she'll be busy lying in bed and recuperating from the recent hell she went through. Still, the bandaged Shifter is good enough for visits.]

3.

[Same as #2, but for Laura. Just as Devon, she is worn out and injured, but the medical staff predicts she will make a full recovery soon enough. Although she has an eyepatch on.]

4.

[Locked to Cheng, and happening BEFORE prompt #2.

The Shifter still had some unfinished business before she could collapse. Mustering what little remains of her strength, she stumbled in a zombie-like gait to wherever her husband was at the time.

And once she makes it there, she just stands in the doorway. And stares.]

emorangerblack.livejournal.com

[A small object suddenly emerges from behind the horizon and blazes through the sky, followed by a comet-like trail. It crashes aboard the White Chalice's deck, revealing itself to be... a pair of humans clad in armor. The armor being Black Cloud and the Great Pretender, to be precise.]

I promised... to return...

1.
[Reactions for witnessing the crash come here. Devon and Laura's armors disappear almost immediately, and they lie down on the deck without strength to even get up. Exhausted, wounded and even somewhat singed they may look... but they are definitely alive and conscious.]

2.

[Some time later, once someone mercifully dragged Devon along to the medical bay - she'll be busy lying in bed and recuperating from the recent hell she went through. Still, the bandaged Shifter is good enough for visits.]

3.

[Same as #2, but for Laura. Just as Devon, she is worn out and injured, but the medical staff predicts she will make a full recovery soon enough. Although she has an eyepatch on.]

4.

[Locked to Cheng, and happening BEFORE prompt #2.

The Shifter still had some unfinished business before she could collapse. Mustering what little remains of her strength, she stumbled in a zombie-like gait to wherever her husband was at the time.

And once she makes it there, she just stands in the doorway. And stares.]

subject-0057.livejournal.com

The moment they'd docked, the pilot had been one of the first ones off the ship, one of the first to walk into the city - and one of the first to disappear from sight. For the past two nights, he hadn't returned to neither the Chalice nor the Ptolemios, preferring instead to spend his nights under the sky regardless of temperature and weather. It was more comfortable: That's what he told himself anyway, but it all came back to those two. One whom he considered a good friend after a fashion, if a strange and cold one. The other a gentle heart whom he had frightened off, yet somehow still had affection for. Both of them, gone: without them there, the atmosphere of the Chalice was suffocating.

Too many memories, fond ones and tough ones alike: He remembered the cryptic conversations he'd had with Devon. He remembered her times of weakness, few as they were. He remembered sharing a few moments of his own weakness with her. "Even Hallelujah seemed to like her - after she'd scared him half to death." Then there was the other one, the one he'd never really gotten a chance to know. Nonetheless, Laura haunted him as Devon did: always an uplifting spirit, always a sight to bring a smile. He'd barely knew her, yet the stains of pink were just as prevalent as those of black on his mind. "If only I'd gotten a chance to know her better..." And the worst part, he hadn't even been there to watch them in their final work. He'd been miles away, brooding as he was wont to do.

And what did that get me? I never got to see their faces during their last action. I won't be able to properly honor their bravery... and I'll probably never see them again, so what use is it to wish forgiveness? I can't even find it in myself to grieve properly: Damn me, and damn everything I am. What use am I? A broken weapon, so lost in trying to justify my own existence that I let the people who don't need me to justify myself slip away and die.

It's with this mindset that a familiar passerby might find Allelujah, sitting under the shadow of a tree with an expression as dark and stormy as the gathering clouds. He doesn't seem to want company, but a few words might do him good.

Current Mood: melancholy

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The moment they'd docked, the pilot had been one of the first ones off the ship, one of the first to walk into the city - and one of the first to disappear from sight. For the past two nights, he hadn't returned to neither the Chalice nor the Ptolemios, preferring instead to spend his nights under the sky regardless of temperature and weather. It was more comfortable: That's what he told himself anyway, but it all came back to those two. One whom he considered a good friend after a fashion, if a strange and cold one. The other a gentle heart whom he had frightened off, yet somehow still had affection for. Both of them, gone: without them there, the atmosphere of the Chalice was suffocating.

Too many memories, fond ones and tough ones alike: He remembered the cryptic conversations he'd had with Devon. He remembered her times of weakness, few as they were. He remembered sharing a few moments of his own weakness with her. "Even Hallelujah seemed to like her - after she'd scared him half to death." Then there was the other one, the one he'd never really gotten a chance to know. Nonetheless, Laura haunted him as Devon did: always an uplifting spirit, always a sight to bring a smile. He'd barely knew her, yet the stains of pink were just as prevalent as those of black on his mind. "If only I'd gotten a chance to know her better..." And the worst part, he hadn't even been there to watch them in their final work. He'd been miles away, brooding as he was wont to do.

And what did that get me? I never got to see their faces during their last action. I won't be able to properly honor their bravery... and I'll probably never see them again, so what use is it to wish forgiveness? I can't even find it in myself to grieve properly: Damn me, and damn everything I am. What use am I? A broken weapon, so lost in trying to justify my own existence that I let the people who don't need me to justify myself slip away and die.

It's with this mindset that a familiar passerby might find Allelujah, sitting under the shadow of a tree with an expression as dark and stormy as the gathering clouds. He doesn't seem to want company, but a few words might do him good.

Current Mood: melancholy

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In the mix of new faces all about the Chalice, the orange mech in the garage could be easily overlooked, as could the young man who had arrived in it. To some, he was probably just another new face, another member to add to the list of Merry Men. Those who'd been on the Chalice for a good while, however, would recognize the suit and pilot that disappeared without notice or fanfare three months ago, now suddenly returned with equally little warning.

[1 - Action]
Since his arrival, Allelujah has seemed more tired than a good many of the faces on the Chalice; at the current moment, he can be found relaxing on the observation deck. He seems to alternate between sleeping and watching the stars with a distant look in his eyes. He's managed to keep his manners about him despite his out-there state, saying hello to those who pass him by, but for the most part he seems content to watch the goings on around him wordlessly.

[2 - Video | Reintroduction]
On screen is a young man with grey eyes and hair wearing an orange jacket. Even through the video feed, the man seems about ready to keel over from exhaustion, but his shoulders are set and his voice steady as he speaks.

"Many of you already know me, but for those who have arrived within the past three months or whom I have not yet had the chance to meet, allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Allelujah Haptism; I'm a Gundam Meister of Celestial Being, and the pilot of Gundam Kyrios. Approximately three months ago, I left the Chalice on a reconnaissance mission for the Ptolemios. While I am unable to disclose any other information, I wish to assure those of you who might take note that, for the time being, I have been reassigned to accompany the Chalice indefinitely. For those of you who might have wondered what happened to me, I apologize for not having left any indication of where I had gone or what I was doing. I hope you will understand that at the time, my choice to leave without notice was a step I considered necessary."

After a moment's pause, he bows awkwardly, nods to an unseen figure off to the side, and the screen goes black.

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In the mix of new faces all about the Chalice, the orange mech in the garage could be easily overlooked, as could the young man who had arrived in it. To some, he was probably just another new face, another member to add to the list of Merry Men. Those who'd been on the Chalice for a good while, however, would recognize the suit and pilot that disappeared without notice or fanfare three months ago, now suddenly returned with equally little warning.

[1 - Action]
Since his arrival, Allelujah has seemed more tired than a good many of the faces on the Chalice; at the current moment, he can be found relaxing on the observation deck. He seems to alternate between sleeping and watching the stars with a distant look in his eyes. He's managed to keep his manners about him despite his out-there state, saying hello to those who pass him by, but for the most part he seems content to watch the goings on around him wordlessly.

[2 - Video | Reintroduction]
On screen is a young man with grey eyes and hair wearing an orange jacket. Even through the video feed, the man seems about ready to keel over from exhaustion, but his shoulders are set and his voice steady as he speaks.

"Many of you already know me, but for those who have arrived within the past three months or whom I have not yet had the chance to meet, allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Allelujah Haptism; I'm a Gundam Meister of Celestial Being, and the pilot of Gundam Kyrios. Approximately three months ago, I left the Chalice on a reconnaissance mission for the Ptolemios. While I am unable to disclose any other information, I wish to assure those of you who might take note that, for the time being, I have been reassigned to accompany the Chalice indefinitely. For those of you who might have wondered what happened to me, I apologize for not having left any indication of where I had gone or what I was doing. I hope you will understand that at the time, my choice to leave without notice was a step I considered necessary."

After a moment's pause, he bows awkwardly, nods to an unseen figure off to the side, and the screen goes black.

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It was strange that things should be so calm lately. At least, there where no armed interventions to handle, or wars to stop at the moment.

Around lunchtime, at one of the tables in the mess hall Lockon was stripping down a rifle for cleaning, while Haro rolled around on the floor like a child's toy.
The purpose of the location had been three fold: Firstly he had wanted lunch, also the tables where big enough to lay out everything he needed for the job, and lastly, it was the perfect place to watch, and listen.
So mind your conversation kids, you might be overheard.

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It was strange that things should be so calm lately. At least, there where no armed interventions to handle, or wars to stop at the moment.

Around lunchtime, at one of the tables in the mess hall Lockon was stripping down a rifle for cleaning, while Haro rolled around on the floor like a child's toy.
The purpose of the location had been three fold: Firstly he had wanted lunch, also the tables where big enough to lay out everything he needed for the job, and lastly, it was the perfect place to watch, and listen.
So mind your conversation kids, you might be overheard.

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[Meanwhile back on the Chalice anyone that went into the hangar would notice Canon packing up most of the equipment she brought with her in her pilot suit.

It was quite easy to figure out that she was planning on leaving the group. She wasn't sure herself why she didn't leave earlier when Gato was beaten, she simply reasoning that she wasn't thinking properly. None the less she seemed quite determined on leaving.

Say something to her?]

[Soon enough the replacement Fafner pilot has left the Chalice to return to the Federation.]

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[Meanwhile back on the Chalice anyone that went into the hangar would notice Canon packing up most of the equipment she brought with her in her pilot suit.

It was quite easy to figure out that she was planning on leaving the group. She wasn't sure herself why she didn't leave earlier when Gato was beaten, she simply reasoning that she wasn't thinking properly. None the less she seemed quite determined on leaving.

Say something to her?]

[Soon enough the replacement Fafner pilot has left the Chalice to return to the Federation.]

subject-0057.livejournal.com

[A very tired looking Allelujah stands at the edge of the shooting range, a single pistol in one hand, and a bullseye in seven of the targets down the range - only one of them in his own lane. He doesn't look terribly angry, but the severe, almost feverish look he has whenever he takes aim at another target betrays the passionate fury behind those eyes. A sharp sound rang through the room. Eight bullseyes.]

[Despite having been kept up for a full day by the explosions, the pilot doesn't seem to intend to quit any time soon; if the knife being tossed slowly up and down in his free hand is any indication, he's not leaving until every potentially lethal weapon in the room has been used to pin a target against the wall. Approaching him now could be potentially hazardous, dependent on who it is.]

[Do it anyway?]

subject-0057.livejournal.com

[A very tired looking Allelujah stands at the edge of the shooting range, a single pistol in one hand, and a bullseye in seven of the targets down the range - only one of them in his own lane. He doesn't look terribly angry, but the severe, almost feverish look he has whenever he takes aim at another target betrays the passionate fury behind those eyes. A sharp sound rang through the room. Eight bullseyes.]

[Despite having been kept up for a full day by the explosions, the pilot doesn't seem to intend to quit any time soon; if the knife being tossed slowly up and down in his free hand is any indication, he's not leaving until every potentially lethal weapon in the room has been used to pin a target against the wall. Approaching him now could be potentially hazardous, dependent on who it is.]

[Do it anyway?]

subject-0057.livejournal.com

1. Allelujah, having had quite a bit of fun up on stage, has been in an exceptionally good mood since the mission finished. One can find him wandering the ship, humming a few of the songs heard at the concert, or - if you catch him while he's on his own in an open room - spinning, flipping, and dancing like an all-around boss. He seems to be in a good mood all around for the first time since he arrived on board!

2. [Locked to Kamille]

After having carried Kamille ("Why do unconscious people feel heavier than other people?") to the infirmary, Allelujah tends to drop in and check on him now and again in the presumably-short interim before he gets out.

subject-0057.livejournal.com

1. Allelujah, having had quite a bit of fun up on stage, has been in an exceptionally good mood since the mission finished. One can find him wandering the ship, humming a few of the songs heard at the concert, or - if you catch him while he's on his own in an open room - spinning, flipping, and dancing like an all-around boss. He seems to be in a good mood all around for the first time since he arrived on board!

2. [Locked to Kamille]

After having carried Kamille ("Why do unconscious people feel heavier than other people?") to the infirmary, Allelujah tends to drop in and check on him now and again in the presumably-short interim before he gets out.

howling-alone.livejournal.com

[1]

[Up in the Chalice, Alexei is watching the concert...and he doesn't look happy.]

This is depressing...

[2]

[After the mission, Alexei is rather...peeved at the landing party.]

Great job, team. Thanks to you, we now look worse in the eyes of the public. Only got saved by the quick thinking of Fate... Johnny though...

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[1]

[Up in the Chalice, Alexei is watching the concert...and he doesn't look happy.]

This is depressing...

[2]

[After the mission, Alexei is rather...peeved at the landing party.]

Great job, team. Thanks to you, we now look worse in the eyes of the public. Only got saved by the quick thinking of Fate... Johnny though...

emorangerpink

1.
[Late on the last evening before the Chalice departs from Fairy Park, a new face appears aboard - a pale, petite young woman with long red hair and the look of someone who isn't sure where they're supposed to be headed but doesn't want to admit it. It doesn't help that she appears to be steering around whatever concentrations of people exist at this hour, with the side effect of routing her away from most interesting locations. After a while of fruitless wandering on the Promenade, she gives up and hesitantly approaches the nearest person.]

Um, hello... I'm new aboard, and I need to see the captain, or whoever's in charge... do you know where I can find them?

Ah, I'm Laura, Laura Ericks. I'm here to join the crew, so I guess that means we'll be teammates - it's nice to meet you.

[Her left hand is tightly grasping a sealed envelope, while her right fidgets with a metal wristwatch on her left arm. Is this girl afraid of you, or just afraid of everything?

Laura's looking for the Captain - does she turn to you for help, or do you run in to her on her way there?]

2.
Hello... Dan?

[Laura pokes at the terminal uncertainly - she knows how to use a terminal, but not where a ship's AI might be found on one.]

emorangerpink

1.
[Late on the last evening before the Chalice departs from Fairy Park, a new face appears aboard - a pale, petite young woman with long red hair and the look of someone who isn't sure where they're supposed to be headed but doesn't want to admit it. It doesn't help that she appears to be steering around whatever concentrations of people exist at this hour, with the side effect of routing her away from most interesting locations. After a while of fruitless wandering on the Promenade, she gives up and hesitantly approaches the nearest person.]

Um, hello... I'm new aboard, and I need to see the captain, or whoever's in charge... do you know where I can find them?

Ah, I'm Laura, Laura Ericks. I'm here to join the crew, so I guess that means we'll be teammates - it's nice to meet you.

[Her left hand is tightly grasping a sealed envelope, while her right fidgets with a metal wristwatch on her left arm. Is this girl afraid of you, or just afraid of everything?

Laura's looking for the Captain - does she turn to you for help, or do you run in to her on her way there?]

2.
Hello... Dan?

[Laura pokes at the terminal uncertainly - she knows how to use a terminal, but not where a ship's AI might be found on one.]

emorangerblack.livejournal.com

[Surprisingly for very few people actually familiar with Devon, her attitude regarding food rationing and obeying rules in general left her in a holding cell. She'll be there for a while - so if you're concerned about her feeling sad or lonely, by all means come visit!

Extra consideration: Devon's amplifier is gone so no Shifter shanenigans or summoning armor this time. At a first glance, she doesn't look too concerned about this, or pretty much anything at all. Too busy leaning against a wall opposite to the entry door.]

Current Location: the brig

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[Surprisingly for very few people actually familiar with Devon, her attitude regarding food rationing and obeying rules in general left her in a holding cell. She'll be there for a while - so if you're concerned about her feeling sad or lonely, by all means come visit!

Extra consideration: Devon's amplifier is gone so no Shifter shanenigans or summoning armor this time. At a first glance, she doesn't look too concerned about this, or pretty much anything at all. Too busy leaning against a wall opposite to the entry door.]

Current Location: the brig

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[Allelujah has been constantly hungry since the rationing started; though he is unaware, the constant strain on his mind due to having two separate, active minds causes his average calorie consumption to roughly another third of someone who has the same build, and suffers further hunger due to stress caused by Hallelujah's constant bitching since the rationing started.]

1. [Allelujah stares down at his rations with a rather downtrodden expression. When he finally begins to eat, it seems to be the actions of a desperate man; for a moment, it almost seems as if he's going to eat his tray as well, but the fork merely clinks against it before the Meister drops it and lowers his head into his hands; though nobody can really tell, Hallelujah's begun his usual bitch-fest about being hungry.]

2. [Allelujah (?) is mumbling to himself as he makes his way back to his room. For whatever reason, he's glancing around with a single golden, feverish eye.]

If things keep up this way, I might have to find a way to get more... rations. [His words aren't terribly quiet, and the edge on the words rations has a savage and very disturbing note to it.]

(Note: My answers to responses will occur on a weekly basis this month, at most. Due to the school semester being almost over, I've chosen to focus on getting studying and homework done during the time I would normally spend on social networking sites. Sorry!)

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[Allelujah has been constantly hungry since the rationing started; though he is unaware, the constant strain on his mind due to having two separate, active minds causes his average calorie consumption to roughly another third of someone who has the same build, and suffers further hunger due to stress caused by Hallelujah's constant bitching since the rationing started.]

1. [Allelujah stares down at his rations with a rather downtrodden expression. When he finally begins to eat, it seems to be the actions of a desperate man; for a moment, it almost seems as if he's going to eat his tray as well, but the fork merely clinks against it before the Meister drops it and lowers his head into his hands; though nobody can really tell, Hallelujah's begun his usual bitch-fest about being hungry.]

2. [Allelujah (?) is mumbling to himself as he makes his way back to his room. For whatever reason, he's glancing around with a single golden, feverish eye.]

If things keep up this way, I might have to find a way to get more... rations. [His words aren't terribly quiet, and the edge on the words rations has a savage and very disturbing note to it.]

(Note: My answers to responses will occur on a weekly basis this month, at most. Due to the school semester being almost over, I've chosen to focus on getting studying and homework done during the time I would normally spend on social networking sites. Sorry!)

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[Allelujah is in the mess hall; after being released from the infirmary, recovered from both his injuries and his depression, his first goal was food. However, now that he's here, he's suddenly not hungry and has settled down at the end of one of the tables with a pen and writing pad. The former scribbles across the latter with surprising speed, as ideas and images are penned down in words. He seems fairly contented, but not unfriendly. He's probably safe to bother.]

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[Allelujah is in the mess hall; after being released from the infirmary, recovered from both his injuries and his depression, his first goal was food. However, now that he's here, he's suddenly not hungry and has settled down at the end of one of the tables with a pen and writing pad. The former scribbles across the latter with surprising speed, as ideas and images are penned down in words. He seems fairly contented, but not unfriendly. He's probably safe to bother.]

fermionprincess

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[It's a party, and everyone's invited! Place? Herb Montgomery's makeshift bar. Reason? Victory over the Adventus. It seems Alessandra is playing host, or at least she's energetic enough to greet everyone who comes in.]

Let us enjoy ourselves. Today, the smile of triumph shone upon the White Chalice! We shall enjoy, feast and be merry!

[Before you have a chance to react, she shoves a drink in your hand. It's alcoholic whether you're underage or not.]

2.
[Locked to Allelujah.]

Umm... kind sir?

[Somehow, Alessandra managed to locate you, eventually.]
Please do not be depressed over the recent events. They were dramatic and blood-curdling, but everything did turn out for the best for everyone.
[She seems to be hiding something in her hands, held behind her.]

Current Location: the bar

fermionprincess

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[It's a party, and everyone's invited! Place? Herb Montgomery's makeshift bar. Reason? Victory over the Adventus. It seems Alessandra is playing host, or at least she's energetic enough to greet everyone who comes in.]

Let us enjoy ourselves. Today, the smile of triumph shone upon the White Chalice! We shall enjoy, feast and be merry!

[Before you have a chance to react, she shoves a drink in your hand. It's alcoholic whether you're underage or not.]

2.
[Locked to Allelujah.]

Umm... kind sir?

[Somehow, Alessandra managed to locate you, eventually.]
Please do not be depressed over the recent events. They were dramatic and blood-curdling, but everything did turn out for the best for everyone.
[She seems to be hiding something in her hands, held behind her.]

Current Location: the bar

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1.
[After what happened at the Hoover Dam, Allelujah is completely crushed. Even after the out-of-commission Kyrios had been recovered and brought back on board the Chalice, Allelujah had refused to leave the cockpit for over an hour despite his own injuries. At long last, though, he'd reluctantly allowed himself to be taken from the suit, and was now laying in the infirmary with four broken ribs, a minor concussion, and severe bruising due to Kyrios' pair of violent crashes. Despite this, his expression remains empty and vacant. You'd think it was the end of the world... Try and cheer him up?]

2.

[Allelujah is headed towards the bridge, still in severe depression, but also angry - not that anyone can tell. His steps have purpose as he heads up to the bridge, chin set. He's not sure who he needs to talk to in order to get a video contact to Celestial Being, but god dammit he's going to make sure Kyrios is repaired properly even if it means flying another suit until Celestial Being fixes it!]

[Allelujah's all bandaged up around the torso with no shirt, and he's clearly in pain as he walks. Stop him to ask what he's doing, or to try and help him?]

Current Mood: bitchy

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1.
[After what happened at the Hoover Dam, Allelujah is completely crushed. Even after the out-of-commission Kyrios had been recovered and brought back on board the Chalice, Allelujah had refused to leave the cockpit for over an hour despite his own injuries. At long last, though, he'd reluctantly allowed himself to be taken from the suit, and was now laying in the infirmary with four broken ribs, a minor concussion, and severe bruising due to Kyrios' pair of violent crashes. Despite this, his expression remains empty and vacant. You'd think it was the end of the world... Try and cheer him up?]

2.

[Allelujah is headed towards the bridge, still in severe depression, but also angry - not that anyone can tell. His steps have purpose as he heads up to the bridge, chin set. He's not sure who he needs to talk to in order to get a video contact to Celestial Being, but god dammit he's going to make sure Kyrios is repaired properly even if it means flying another suit until Celestial Being fixes it!]

[Allelujah's all bandaged up around the torso with no shirt, and he's clearly in pain as he walks. Stop him to ask what he's doing, or to try and help him?]

Current Mood: bitchy

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[Video]

White Chalice. This is Alexei Soras. I have received a parcel from the League of Ruling Corporations. They have requested for all of you to watch it with me. Please stand by...

[The video blanks out for a couple of seconds, followed by a bright flash of blue light, and the League's symbol.]

This is the League of Ruling Corporations. We hope that our pilot's continued partnership with the White Chalice has been fruitful. However, due to the contractual obligations tied to the Reinheit and Wahrheit, we must request the following mission from all on the White Chalice. Omer Science will administer the briefing.

[The screen flashes white, and the League's symbol has been replaced by Omer Science's own]

I'll tell you about your mission. The client is Omer Science Technologies. The target is Bernard and Felix Foundation's main Arms Fort: Spirit of Motherwill.

[The screen flashes an image of the behemoth:

]

The enemy AF is armed with large bore, long range ordinance. It's an oversized, out-of-date machine, but the long-range punch it can deliver still makes it a serious threat.

To counter this, the client has proposed the use of a Vanguard Overd Boost to the Reinheit and Wahrheit. Their tremendous speed and large heat signatures should allow for the White Chalice to also move within range without too much trouble.

Once you've closed in, destroy the gun batteries. Destroying those guns should also cause damage to the machine's interior. It's...pretty poorly designed, but that kind of sloppy work is expected of them.

That's the briefing.

[Omer's symbol once again appears against the pure white background]

This is a very important mission for Omer Science Technologies... we hope you come through for us.

[The screen fades, replace again by the League's symbol]

Rest assured, White Chalice, this mission will not go unrewarded. The League is prepared to supply the Chalice with as much as you request, within reasonable bounds. Failure to comply with this mission will prompt the Reinheit and Wahrheit to disembark, and for the League to take measures against the Chalice. We hope to see you again soon.

[The video cuts off from there...]

[Action]

[Alexei is standing in the hangar, looking up at the Wahrheit with some contempt.]

So... the League is finally playing their hand...

howling-alone.livejournal.com

[Video]

White Chalice. This is Alexei Soras. I have received a parcel from the League of Ruling Corporations. They have requested for all of you to watch it with me. Please stand by...

[The video blanks out for a couple of seconds, followed by a bright flash of blue light, and the League's symbol.]

This is the League of Ruling Corporations. We hope that our pilot's continued partnership with the White Chalice has been fruitful. However, due to the contractual obligations tied to the Reinheit and Wahrheit, we must request the following mission from all on the White Chalice. Omer Science will administer the briefing.

[The screen flashes white, and the League's symbol has been replaced by Omer Science's own]

I'll tell you about your mission. The client is Omer Science Technologies. The target is Bernard and Felix Foundation's main Arms Fort: Spirit of Motherwill.

[The screen flashes an image of the behemoth:

]

The enemy AF is armed with large bore, long range ordinance. It's an oversized, out-of-date machine, but the long-range punch it can deliver still makes it a serious threat.

To counter this, the client has proposed the use of a Vanguard Overd Boost to the Reinheit and Wahrheit. Their tremendous speed and large heat signatures should allow for the White Chalice to also move within range without too much trouble.

Once you've closed in, destroy the gun batteries. Destroying those guns should also cause damage to the machine's interior. It's...pretty poorly designed, but that kind of sloppy work is expected of them.

That's the briefing.

[Omer's symbol once again appears against the pure white background]

This is a very important mission for Omer Science Technologies... we hope you come through for us.

[The screen fades, replace again by the League's symbol]

Rest assured, White Chalice, this mission will not go unrewarded. The League is prepared to supply the Chalice with as much as you request, within reasonable bounds. Failure to comply with this mission will prompt the Reinheit and Wahrheit to disembark, and for the League to take measures against the Chalice. We hope to see you again soon.

[The video cuts off from there...]

[Action]

[Alexei is standing in the hangar, looking up at the Wahrheit with some contempt.]

So... the League is finally playing their hand...

i-am-a-truck.livejournal.com

[After that battle against Starscream, Optimus Prime (and presumedly Bulkhead) have boarded the White Chalice. The following is a video broadcast made by a twenty foot tall red and blue robot currently standing in a disused corner of the hangar.]

Greetings, Humans of the White Chalice, I am Optimus Prime and I speak for the Autobot forces currently active on Earth. As some of you may know, I have in my possession an artifact known as the AllSpark. It's power, if misused could potentially destroy all life on this planet. I thought it was safely hidden, but...well, this clearly isn't the case anymore. Right now I think keeping it mobile is our best bet. To that end, I would like to keep the AllSpark on your ship. In return, my subordinant Bulkhead and I shall help you in any way we can. I would have preferred not to get humans involved in this battle, you seem to have enough trouble as it is, but at this point I think it's too late for that.

I hope we can all get along. All I request is a safe place for the AllSpark and somewhere for us to live. I realize that last one might be a problem, considering how much larger we are, but I'm sure something can be arranged.

EDIT: Also I found this Key stuck into my chest after the battle. I can't touch it without feeling all weird and tingly, so maybe a human should hold on to it for now.

i-am-a-truck.livejournal.com

[After that battle against Starscream, Optimus Prime (and presumedly Bulkhead) have boarded the White Chalice. The following is a video broadcast made by a twenty foot tall red and blue robot currently standing in a disused corner of the hangar.]

Greetings, Humans of the White Chalice, I am Optimus Prime and I speak for the Autobot forces currently active on Earth. As some of you may know, I have in my possession an artifact known as the AllSpark. It's power, if misused could potentially destroy all life on this planet. I thought it was safely hidden, but...well, this clearly isn't the case anymore. Right now I think keeping it mobile is our best bet. To that end, I would like to keep the AllSpark on your ship. In return, my subordinant Bulkhead and I shall help you in any way we can. I would have preferred not to get humans involved in this battle, you seem to have enough trouble as it is, but at this point I think it's too late for that.

I hope we can all get along. All I request is a safe place for the AllSpark and somewhere for us to live. I realize that last one might be a problem, considering how much larger we are, but I'm sure something can be arranged.

EDIT: Also I found this Key stuck into my chest after the battle. I can't touch it without feeling all weird and tingly, so maybe a human should hold on to it for now.

emorangerblack.livejournal.com

[Guess who is hiding away from all the parties, spa and other entertainment. Who else would be so reactionary but Devon - she doesn't look too annoyed, stoic rather, but she is annoyed indeed. Very so.]

Idiotic.
Enjoy yourselves while others suffer and die. What a limited perspective human beings have.

[She's in remote corners that others rarely walk through, so finding her is a case of blind luck... or actively looking around for grumpy Shifters, I guess. Anyway, Devon seems to have been busy - there's a lot of glass shards at her feet and she looks visibly worn out. Wounded, even. These hands, are they bleeding?

Just what the hell happened here?]

emorangerblack.livejournal.com

[Guess who is hiding away from all the parties, spa and other entertainment. Who else would be so reactionary but Devon - she doesn't look too annoyed, stoic rather, but she is annoyed indeed. Very so.]

Idiotic.
Enjoy yourselves while others suffer and die. What a limited perspective human beings have.

[She's in remote corners that others rarely walk through, so finding her is a case of blind luck... or actively looking around for grumpy Shifters, I guess. Anyway, Devon seems to have been busy - there's a lot of glass shards at her feet and she looks visibly worn out. Wounded, even. These hands, are they bleeding?

Just what the hell happened here?]

haetfunerals.livejournal.com

*Yurika appears on the deck of the ship with streamers and balloons. She's wearing a big, green, fuzzy frog suit and a party hat. There is cake.

What is going on?*

Everyone~! I know we've all been depressed because of our recent losses, but today, the White Chalice's forces have managed to win! You know what I think? We don't celebrate winning enough! So I've had a massive party put together -- or at least the best I could get on short notice! ♥ Come on! We have games and balloons and a dance floor~!

*...and indeed, all those things are there.*

haetfunerals.livejournal.com

*Yurika appears on the deck of the ship with streamers and balloons. She's wearing a big, green, fuzzy frog suit and a party hat. There is cake.

What is going on?*

Everyone~! I know we've all been depressed because of our recent losses, but today, the White Chalice's forces have managed to win! You know what I think? We don't celebrate winning enough! So I've had a massive party put together -- or at least the best I could get on short notice! ♥ Come on! We have games and balloons and a dance floor~!

*...and indeed, all those things are there.*

space-mcgyver.livejournal.com

[There's a new unit in the hangar: A dog-like quadruped, about the size of a mobile suit. It's somewhat battered and looks obviously worn and well-used, and doesn't have any faction insignia. Something you might be able to buy at an antique MS bazaar if you're lucky and have a lot of spare cash lying around. And what'd you know, that described a certain Lowe Gear perfectly.]

Alright! Not quite what I had in mind, but still awesome!

Let's see what we can do with you now, shall we?

[Intervene before the crazed mechanic takes this unit apart into pieces?]

Current Location: Hangar

space-mcgyver.livejournal.com

[There's a new unit in the hangar: A dog-like quadruped, about the size of a mobile suit. It's somewhat battered and looks obviously worn and well-used, and doesn't have any faction insignia. Something you might be able to buy at an antique MS bazaar if you're lucky and have a lot of spare cash lying around. And what'd you know, that described a certain Lowe Gear perfectly.]

Alright! Not quite what I had in mind, but still awesome!

Let's see what we can do with you now, shall we?

[Intervene before the crazed mechanic takes this unit apart into pieces?]

Current Location: Hangar

subject-0057.livejournal.com

[Allelujah is standing at the entrance to the hanger, looking in on Kyrios and Setsuna's Exia with a somewhat concerned expression. Celestial Being's mission is moving steadily forward, and this new mission of his can only lead to good - but without the Ptolemy's crew around him, he doesn't feel comfortable or very welcome. Adding to that concern, without Ian's assistance with Kyrios, Allelujah isn't confident in his new crew-mates ability to keep his suit in the best condition.]

[The young Gundam Meister seems a bit tense in his new surroundings. Will you pass by and leave him to his concerns, or approach him with thoughts of your own to share?]

[Allelujah has left the hanger and is walking through the ship; a little more familiar with some of the crew members, he isn't as tense as he was before, but he still seems a bit wary. It's clear he has no familiarity with the ship's surroundings, but each new room warrants a look around, as both him and his darker side aquaint themselves with the ship's layout. However, it's clear they have no real clue where they're going; maybe a tour would help?]

subject-0057.livejournal.com

[Allelujah is standing at the entrance to the hanger, looking in on Kyrios and Setsuna's Exia with a somewhat concerned expression. Celestial Being's mission is moving steadily forward, and this new mission of his can only lead to good - but without the Ptolemy's crew around him, he doesn't feel comfortable or very welcome. Adding to that concern, without Ian's assistance with Kyrios, Allelujah isn't confident in his new crew-mates ability to keep his suit in the best condition.]

[The young Gundam Meister seems a bit tense in his new surroundings. Will you pass by and leave him to his concerns, or approach him with thoughts of your own to share?]

[Allelujah has left the hanger and is walking through the ship; a little more familiar with some of the crew members, he isn't as tense as he was before, but he still seems a bit wary. It's clear he has no familiarity with the ship's surroundings, but each new room warrants a look around, as both him and his darker side aquaint themselves with the ship's layout. However, it's clear they have no real clue where they're going; maybe a tour would help?]

fermionprincess

[Today's the day when Alessandra is performing research - broadening her horizons by experiencing new things hands-on. Which is to say, she carries a large wooden club around the arboretum. Hopefully she won't smack anyone with it.]

Oh sir President! Where might you be?

[Yelling loudly. Investigate or try to avoid her attention?]

Current Location: Arboretum

fermionprincess

[Today's the day when Alessandra is performing research - broadening her horizons by experiencing new things hands-on. Which is to say, she carries a large wooden club around the arboretum. Hopefully she won't smack anyone with it.]

Oh sir President! Where might you be?

[Yelling loudly. Investigate or try to avoid her attention?]

Current Location: Arboretum

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