This is it

Feb. 24th, 2014 03:07 pm
space_macgyver: (Shiny!)
[personal profile] space_macgyver
Well guys.

I've never been good at long good-byes and such, so...

[ReHome is already preparing for take off. Lowe and friends are leaving just as they arrived, years ago - though this time they possibly have more people on board!]

See you around. This isn't the last time we meet, I'm sure!
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[personal profile] emorangerpink
[The world has been saved, hopefully for the last time in a long time. The celebrations - and the mourning - have started, and in a lot of places are still continuing. But the victory isn't the only thing to celebrate - and with a lot of help, and a lot of favours, Laura and Lily have extended an invitation to the Chalice crew, past and present, to join them. If you were nearby, chances are the invitation was hand-delivered by a dutiful Servbot.]

1. The setup
[With the looming deadline of the closing portals, things move quickly! Invitations are sent, travel is arranged, a venue is prepared. What had been the White Chalice's Arboretum - now an open-air grove in what's set to become a lush forest - is the site of the ceremony itself, while the celebrations afterwards will take place in Gucun. There's a lot to be done to make ready. Are you helping, or seeking out one of the brides beforehand?]

2. The ceremony
[It's only fitting that Captain Smith should officiate. He's waiting at an arch set up by the flowerbeds of the Arboretum, where the happy couple met, where Laura's tended her memorial to her friends from before the Chalice and to those who've passed on since. Between the Kwan daughters, Epimetheus, and a brace of Servbots you shouldn't have any trouble finding your seat, even if Xue Yi is a little preoccupied ensuring Prometheus behaves. There's some time before the wedding party arrive, to talk amongst yourselves - or with some of the other guests present, who include Laura's overwhelmed-looking parents!]

3. The reception
[Of course, the real point of a wedding is the party afterwards! There's food, drink, and music - Miki pulled some strings, and Pit's showing how Skyworld does catering. After the recent battle, perhaps this is a chance to see some long-absent faces in more peaceful circumstances, or to say goodbye. Or are you just here for the embarrassing speeches?]

[This is a joint mingle post, open to dropped and retired characters as well! For all prompts, please specify whether it's Laura/Lily you want to talk reply, or others!]
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[personal profile] hammerinhero
The final enemy has revealed itself...

The end of our struggle for peace is near, I can feel it. But...

How the heck are we supposed to find some sort of omnipotent primal energy source that seems to be the forefather of all exotic energy sources? For that matter, I'm not even sure we'd be able to hurt it!

Short of something genocidal as shutting down and destroying all the sources it would have for interacting with our world, I can't think of any permanent solution here. We no longer have LordGenome's Bio-Computer to help locate it. Absorbing it and containing it seems to make things explode. And if this is truly an omnipotent energy we're dealing with, there's a heavy probability that conventional weapons won't phase it, and exotic weapons will simply fuel it! Even if we did destroy it, wouldn't it have a similar effect to killing Artifex?

It seems lately we've been dealing with nothing but madmen and self-proclaimed gods lately...does anyone have any ideas for moving forward at this point?
gift_of_magus: (sad eibon)
[personal profile] gift_of_magus
 [Eibon is not a particularly "social" person, so it's a bit surprising to see something of an announcement from her.]

Everyone, I...

...I am sorry. I have failed you, and all mankind.

Those of you with weaker minds should consider suicide. What comes after Yog-Sothoth heralds the rest of his kin from outside time into this world will...not be something you want to stick around for.

[That's it for her extremely glum announcement. Later, Eibon can be seen in the arboretum, tending to some plants.]
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[personal profile] space_macgyver
[Red Frame is moving around the deck. Not the hangar - it needs a lot of space, to swing that oversized sword around!

But look, this time something is different. Gerbera Straight II is held only in Astray's right hand. The left arm's Powered upgrade is absent, showing the normal not-lifting Red Frame arm normally hidden underneath.]

Shaky... very shaky. Looks like I need both arms to wield it in battle with any effect.

But how will I make a replacement on such a short notice? Either way, the fight for Earth's sake is not over yet. You just refuse to give up, Red Frame, don't you?

I feel the same way.

[Lowe leaves the cockpit and will just lie down on the deck, hands behind his head, looking at the sky, his mobile suit, White Chalcie around him.]

It's been a long time, huh.

First Riot

Jan. 5th, 2014 01:36 pm
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[personal profile] cleavestwice
[Clear the deck - on an unoccupied part of the Chalice's hangar, a magic circle appears with a ringing, ticking sound. It remains just long enough to let anyone in the area get out of its radius, then vanishes quietly - and in its place is a figure in a white cloak, one who might look familiar, and yet not, to some of the crew. She looks around briefly before summoning a screen in the air before her, connecting to the ship's network.]

Everyone - I am Agent Fate Testarossa Harlaown, representing the Time-Space Administration Bureau. I'm here to lend assistance and support Captain Takamachi. I hope together we can overcome the troubles this planet faces.

And to those I've met before, I'm glad to be back.
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[personal profile] stardreadnought
1. [The mission ended on a bittersweet note. And afterwards, you might run into a certain white-clad mage - now decked out in heavy looking gear - as she touches down on the deck. There's a serious look on her face.]

I'm sorry; inter-dimensional space has been rough lately, but I hurried back here as soon as I could.

I'm glad that everyone seems to be holding up since the last time we met, and while we're at it...I do have some good news to share...


2. [A while later in the hangar, Nanoha is holding a small holographic clipboard as she inspects the equipment she used in the mission: The Fortress and Strike Cannon. The individual parts are floating - occupying one of the mecha stations, and Raising Heart in its standby form is hovering just above her left shoulder.

If some of you couldn't tell already, this stuff is new even to Nanoha. That's also why she's inspecting it: to make sure it won't do anything she doesn't want it to. Her first impression?]

Mm...maybe they would have overdone it if they'd kept at this...

[And those are not words she just throws around. If you're curious, now's a good time to ask.]
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[personal profile] bluehippopotamus
(I know, it's a long backdate, but what can I say?)

*Rock's crew can be seen hauling lots of junks and machineries into White Chalice. He looks a bit dirty.*

So... much... monkey... crap...

But we got this many loot, Rock! And we got the third key! And we managed to save the city's priceless statue! I say this is all in all a very successful dig.

not_the_deer: (my hand is stuck to the back of my head)
[personal profile] not_the_deer
[Tobia is sitting right next to a large, empty cage. He looks a bit disheartened.]

All the Newtype monkeys ran away before we could grab them. Oh well.

[Back to reading the report from their exploration of the abandoned research facility.]

It really takes a special mind to come up with some of those things. I wonder what Tron would have to say about them, if she was here. Where did she and the other Bonnes run off to?
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[personal profile] mecha_eihwaz
[The other person on the ship that just arrived on White Chalice? Yup, it's Lily.]

Is this on...? Right! Hello again, everyone. I bring good news! The increase in Chaos activity back at Cosmic Ark was stopped, and the council decided it's time to aid Earth! In a few months, our warriors and scientists should arrive, to help you fight both normal enemies and environmental problems. I'm sure they will help find a cure for the Ruin, among other things.

In the meantime, my mission is to survey the current situation. We know very little about Kairos Aspida, after all, especially their stance towards non-human sentient life. I hope they didn't give you too much trouble in the meantime...

It's good to be back. I keep going away from White Chalice and returning, and every time, I feel the same way.
not_actually_king: (This complicates matters somewhat)
[personal profile] not_actually_king
Well. That's the end of that, I suppose.

For those who weren't present, I am no longer in line for the throne of Ruba. Really, when it comes down to it, the nation will be in much better hands with Magdalena than me. And don't worry, Isaac, I made sure that she'll take care of your family in my place.

I feel... relieved, I suppose. I don't have to worry about the succession contest anymore. I can just do what I want to do for once in my life. And, well, as it so happens, that's staying here with all of you.

That's not a problem, is it? I'll basically be doing what I was before, but instead of helping out as some sort of advance payment for future political gain, I'd just be doing it because it's the right thing to do.
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[personal profile] orewagundamda
[Action: the settlement down below]

A young man bowed lightly towards the cashier after he paid. "Thank you." He took the bottle of milk he purchased, and left as the woman manning the register scratched their head in confusion.

Meanwhile, Setsuna opened the bottle as he sat down on a nearby bench. He took a swig from his recent acquisition, watching the people in town mill about. Care to approach?

[OOC: I'm back, baby]
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[personal profile] gurrenbrigbonded

[Pandora's Box]

After the encounter with Wayne Waco and his mercenary company in Seattle, and the whole 'Alice gone crazy' disaster, Matthew can be found, slightly in that most classic of haunts for tormented souls–

–The Gentleman's Defensive Theology Club Lodge. Leaning against the swollen (thankfully unbroken) head of one of Herb's idols Matthew is swallowing a measuring beaker's worth of a truly noxious cocktail, while staring at a worn Jade Falcon patch in his other hand.

"What now?" You can hear him mumbling to himself. "What the stravag now?"


Later on, a more determined, if still gently swaying Matthew can be found wandering the halls of the White Chalice, up and down it's many levels, hangers, bridges, lounges, and greenhouses. To anyone he runs into, he takes care not to slur his words and asks:

"What do you think love is?"
azure_savior: (Not a happy camper)
[personal profile] azure_savior
[Since the battle with the Aurum and the Mugann, Josh has just been glaring down at the surface of the world.  Or rather, the big black placeholder image for where the world ought to have been.  Way to go, dad.  None of this would've ever happened if you had never bothered poking around some ancient Antarctic ruins.]

They certainly waited until they were sure they were going to have as opportune a moment as possible, didn't they?
space_macgyver: (Woah)
[personal profile] space_macgyver

You're kidding, right?

[Lowe looks at the pile of wrecked units post-Kairos Aspida mission. Some of the parts are still smoking. He rubs his eyes in disbelief.]

I'm asleep and this is a nightmare, right?


Alright you Kairos Aspida jerks. Show me what you got.

[What's Lowe up to now? He reviews the battle footage! He already took several notes, and more are coming.]

How can you have a "stealth ship" that friggin' big? Don't tell me it's because of their Primeval Force thing.

Anyway, all designs have a weakness. And I'm gonna find out one in each of their units. Watch me.

[Feel like sharing battle experience, maybe?]
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[personal profile] bluehippopotamus
1.*Rock is watching the fortress island from White Chalice's deck/showcasing it to someone. The whole island is a huge tall fortress, with gun emplacement bristling everywhere, and a whole city inside the fortress.*

Ah, Nino Island. How nostalgic! This is the headquarter of the Digger's Guild you know, I took my digger license here! I heard Grandpa Barrell used to live here too! Thank god it's still in one piece.

2.*Rock is prepping the second key for safekeeping. Apparently, it floats inside some sort of protective glass tube now. It stands in the middle a desk full of some papers and pictures of other artifacts, ruins, and different-yet-similar-looking robots. Some other artifacts litters the area around the desk*

Look at how beautiful this artifact is! And look at the styling, the carvings, it's so distinctive. It's obvious that it's part of the same ancient civilization that made these ruins and the reaverbots.

And of course... the legacy of the ancients... the great inheritance. The Motherlode.

3.*Rock is standing with a mop and an apron with a satisfied face.*

Ah, how relaxing. With all the things that happened, we didn't have a lot of time to spend to clean things, right? I hope that helped.

*But what did he clean up? Might it be the whole deck? Might it be your room? Your laboratory? Your mech? Did he ever ask permission for that?"
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[personal profile] hobo_lantern
(Backdated to halloween, obviously).

If you peek through the always open doors of Gentlemen Adventurer's Defensive Comparative Theology Club (it exists!), it looks slightly different this season. The items that adorn the room are distinctively... more ominous than usual. A disturbingly red-stained grinning statue stands on top of the the shelves, watching at you unpleasantly. A totem that you're sure made of bone is propped to the wall beside it.. A limbless teddy bear, staring at you with its button eyes. A can of sardine. A picture of someone in period clothings. A stuffed cat. And many more.

Herb can be seen propping a life-sized dwarf clown statue near the door.

"Ah, halloween. You could be scarier, if we didn't just defeated an immortal evil lich."
zaku_for_xmas: (Prepared)
[personal profile] zaku_for_xmas
[ After "Different Faces of Warfare" ]

The Geara Doga was mostly in one piece except for its shield containing its missiles and E-wire. Bernie looks up at it with his arms folded. He looks very thoughtful.

"I guess it worked out alright. That's two ideas." He nodded, smiling.

A video message:
"I'm...I'm sorry everyone. I really lost my head out there."
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[personal profile] started_from_the_bottom
[[After nearly a month of being "home", the Gurren Lagan lands in the hangar once more, having mysteriously returned from dimensions unknown. From the Lagan at the head, out steps not a boy, but a suave young man!

For a moment he just stands up there looking around at things being mostly the same!]]

After 5 years, its all the same...?
gurrenbrigbonded: (Jade Falcon)
[personal profile] gurrenbrigbonded
[1] (Locked to everyone who tried to rescue Matthew during "Different Faces of Warfare". And Ryou.)

You get a video message from Matthew soon after returning to the White Chalice. He's still wearing his armored cooling vest, stained at the front with green fluid, the hilt of the knife he used to fake stab himself still poking out of it. He looks cross.

Read more... )


You see Matthew lounging in one of the White Chalice's portside lodges, gazing up at the sky. Very soon, the Jade Falcon invasion fleet will be braking into orbit, and the Chalice will go to war to protect the Earth against his former Clan.

He sighs. "Simon...where are you now? And what would you do in my shoes?"

He pauses. "Actually, I can guess exactly what you would do."


You stumble upon Matthew, in the simulator room, training his butt off! He's putting his modified Nova through a set of scenarios in space, inside a ship's hanger bay, and on land, fighting against a variety of Clanner Mechs. It looks like he's...trying to disable them? He's concentrating laser fire at their arms and legs, blowing them off at their joints.

Join in? Interject? Comment? Observe?
lastfeather: (Someone is going to die soon.)
[personal profile] lastfeather
[The reason for Ryou's hurried return was becoming more and more apparent as he brought his link back to the Raven's Ark online. Everyone and everything back at the Ark was being thrown into chaos. Apparently Mirage's little backstab had caused quite a stir back home. The Execs were willing to be leave and let live with the situation - especially since it was Ryou who got caught in the crossfire. Jack-O, an influential Raven within the Ark on the other hand thought otherwise and the Execs soon found themselves expelled from the Ark - from the top floor of the building.]

...Heh... So its time then...

[Revolution. That was the word being thrown around the Ark. Everyone Jack saw as a corrupting influence to the now independent and strongly Anti-Corporation force was being cast out - every Corporate Bootlicker, everyone who benefited from bending the rules to get more money and cutting out the middleman. As it turns out Evangel was one of those who was thrown out as well - and not just the Layered Corps either... it seems that the League of Ruling Corporations, Collared and whatever subsidiaries were on 'the List' as well. Jack-O was making it clear. The Ravens are calling the Corporations out and sooner or later they'll be taking the fight to them. An independent army of elite and highly lethal mercenaries.]

[Ryou raises a glass of wine in silent approval as the information on the holographic screens continuously relayed more and more information.]

gurrenbrigbonded: (Serene)
[personal profile] gurrenbrigbonded
[Dated to after 'Char's Counterattack]


Afflicted with heatstroke during the fight with Kairos Aspida, then nearly crushed to death during the Axis Drop, Matthew has been bedridden for several days.

Finally on the mend, he's been taking brisk walks around the Chalice, exercising his muscles with an elastic rope, and staring out at the view of both space and the earth, recalling the bright green glow that encircled it only a week ago...

"All the miracles I've seen in the Earth Sphere...and I never realized what a simple feeling could do..." He whispers.



Jogging through the main mech bay, he notices the White Chalice's junk pile, filled with the components of incomplete/destroyed mobile suits. Strapped down on a block is the battered torso of a Doven Wolf, it's Quasi-Psycommu and parts of it's guidance wires still intact.

Matthew jogs in place, and considers the piece of salvage, remembering the deadliness of Zeon prototypes and their funnel attacks.

"Hmmmm." He vocalizes. Ask him more about the idea he just had?


Later on, both Matthew and the White Chalice techs are working on his Nova Messenger, adding a new wrinkle to it's design.

They've slid out the cockpit nose, and are modifying it's computer block, adding in circuits and processors from the Doven Wolf. Motor-driven reels of wire are being bolted onto the Nova's arms and back shoulders, and hooked into it's control system.

Matthew himself is working with some people at the base of his Mech's foot, welding a set of satellite-grade plasma thrusters to one of the Nova's arm radiators, lying flat on a trolley bed at the moment.

Inquire? Assist? Maybe call him out for doing manual labor after getting injured?
space_macgyver: (That was close...)
[personal profile] space_macgyver
[1 - technically]
[Lowe and his Junk Guild friends are busy picking up parts of destroyed Kairos Aspida Choma and whatever else fell off during the fight. Not that this salvage operation is easy - considering that gravity blast flattened the whole area pretty efficiently.]

These are their mass-produced flunkies? Look how advanced this shit is.
I really can believe they're from the future now.

[2 - super special prompt for Bernie]

[Fist bump.]
zaku_for_xmas: (Yessir)
[personal profile] zaku_for_xmas

Sorry about before. I guess I was instinctively afraid. I always get discouraged when I see so much power in front of me. Or anything incredible really. Ever since joining the Chalice, I've been surviving a war more absurd than even the One Year.

The Chalice is here because Miss Ayame thought that what the Kairos Aspros were doing was wrong, right?

So, we have to continue what's doing right?

...but I do wonder, what was the Earth Federation and the Zeon like in the future? I think we should ask them to help us."

[Bernie is in the hanger analyzing the mobile suits, walking around back and forth with his arms at his back. That included his green Gaza D, and his old Zaku II if it's still there]

"Mmm...these weapons are a part of a long Zeon hierarchy, and yet they can't seem to surpass the gundams."

[Then, Bernie plops to the floor, crossing his arms]

"Maybe I'm a little jealous."
curse_u_reflexes: (Am I dreaming?)
[personal profile] curse_u_reflexes

[Well, the battle out at the space station went in all manner of ways Julia would've preferred it didn't.  But...]

I wish reuniting with friends didn't have to be under such terrible circumstances.  It was bad enough that a Gundam could do something so terrible to its pilot... but then there was Mugi and De Metrio.

Heero, I don't know much about Wing Zero, if anything at all... but if you're going to do anything with that machine, please be careful.

... And...


[Her voice grows cold, angry even.]

I'd say your final attack on the Vox Ignis was overkill, but that would be putting it mildly.  I'm angry with her too and I can't imagine her explanation being an acceptable one for what she's been doing, but I would like to hear it at the very least.  And I'd almost look past it, if not for the fact that when I had to fight Christine before, you were the one telling me to hold back because something was amiss.

Hypocrisy is not a good trait for anyone to have, let alone someone hoping to bring an end to war.


[Well, between everything that happened recently, there's quite a bit of stress eating at Julia... and too much stress is never a good thing.  And what's a great way to mitigate it when your metabolism is hella awesome?  CANDY!  Julia was never really that great of a cook, but you can't really screw things up when you're working with pieces of chocolate, pretzels, and sour jelly beans sprinkled on a cupcake smothered in icing.]

Alright... if this is good enough, maybe I'll make some more for everyone come Halloween!

[Munch munch munch.  Julia's gonna be here a while, savoring the taste.]

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[personal profile] bulletwithgundamwings
[[Freshly returned from sortie, Hiiro hasn't even gotten out of the OZ issue normal suit/space suit, before he's posted himself at a terminal and started dumping in information regarding OZ's brand of Mobile Dolls. However, being still in an enemy uniform, and not really being the best of friends with anyone in particular, he's likely to be easily mistaken as an infiltrator.]]

[[Now that the infodump is done, Hiiro is in his civvies, and already working on repairing the damaged Wing Zero, by cannibalizing the Mercerius! This is after its previous pilot seemed to go near insane from using it... But he did seem to know a thing or two about that as well.]]
alwaysmyturn: (HDD: Get Ready)
[personal profile] alwaysmyturn
1. [As per the Rules of Neptune (™): once you're done crying (and stuffing your face with food, like pudding) it's time to get back up and try again!]

...Hah! Seei! Haa-!

[The goddess-slash-CPU is in the makeshift dojo set up by Sam, having her own sword training session against several dummy targets set up there. However, instead of the usual skin-tight suit and armor post-transformation, Purple Heart is wearing a white and violet kendo robe that perfectly fits her slender frame. It's only proper, really.

But in spite of her enthusiasm, she seems a bit bothered.]

...Hn...not having a simulated environment is something I've yet to adjust to, although, I suppose it feels more authentic this way.

[Bug her? Try to get some training of your own done?]


2. [When she's not in the dojo, she's sometimes over at the shooting range, where you may find her handling some pistols...surprisingly, untransformed, and with just one hand. Surely it isn't dangerous having a little girl using firearms with that kind of silly shooting technique, right? C'mon, even the Witches did it properly...kinda.]

So lessee do I use that exploding shot again?

-Oh, oh! Maybe I should go for the Particle Shot first?

[Oh dear.]


3. [And later, -more- stuffing one's face with food. Only this time, she's humming some kind of tune too.

What's more, there's a piece of paper there with scribbles all over it. Those look like...lyrics? Ask her what's up with that?]

((OOC: Apologies; this was supposed to be up much earlier too, but I've been kinda busy.))
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[personal profile] srwuga_mods
[There is a certain mysterious island that’s covered in permanent blizzards. Nobody ever managed to enter the island and come back alive, except for two prominent diggers, Werner Von Blucher and Barrell Caskett, who barely survived with their lives a long time ago. They refused to share knowledge of their discovery... Until now.

Anyone interested can watch the live transmission from a press conference held on board the Sulphur Bottom, a massive ship belonging to Von Bluechter. Quite a lot people have gathered, and the ship itself is floating in the air close to the forbidden island itself! Both of them men are present, but it's Von Bluechter who is talking.]

Soon after mine and professor Caskett's expedition, the presence of Festum invaders made it impossible to explore the forbidden island. But now, with the aliens gone, we can see what it holds for us again - and I would like to show you myself! I am certain that what lies in the center of the island is the Mother Lode, and I shall use this ship, the Sulphur Bottom, to uncover it.

[A female journalist approaches.]

Excuse me, mr Von Bluechter! What exactly is the nature of the Mother Lode?

A very good question! I believe that it is something that can be used for the benefit of the whole humanity - as an energy source, for example, much more efficient than anything we currently have at this point.

Are you sure about this? What if you are mistaken about the Mother Lode? What if what it holds for us... is a disaster?

[The atmosphere gets more ominous... Professor Caskett takes a few steps forward, looking at the journalist in disbelief.]

Matilda...? Matilda, it's really you! I didn't know you're still alive...!

[Suddenly the camera shakes, and the gathered people fall in panic! Glimpses of strange machines can be caught, flying outside the windows! The camera feed cuts off...]

[Very soon aftewards, news that the Sulphur Bottom was attacked by mysterious robots and crash landed on the forbidden island reach White Chalice.]
hold_r1: (light will guide you)
[personal profile] hold_r1
 (( ))

[1 - For those of you at the finale]

[Wendell, coughing, gagging, wheezing, but distinctly alive, sits in the crater where Somnian met his end. He looks around, confused, and when he talks it's barely more than a whisper.]

I feel like I missed something.  ...Mana... Mana?!-

[His attempts to stand up are cut short when he flinches, holding his side.]

[2 - For everyone]

[Later, back at the White Chalice's very familiar hospital ward, there are two new patients. Against medical recommendation, Wendell is out of his own bed, sitting next to Mana. The girl, for once, is awake. They're talking to each other quietly, and don't notice any visitors initially.]
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[personal profile] hold_r1
[Late at night, an echoing duality broke through Wendell's slumber. He sat up swiftly, eyes darting around in the dark, before rubbing a hand over his eyes... once Wendell realized the source of the voices.]

Finally, the final fight... The ritual is nearly over, and thy wish is nearly granted. Beware the ones that stand to get in thy way. Make haste, for time is short... Make thy last preparations, boy. This battle will be thy greatest test.

[When Somnian said no more, Wendell sighed, and got up from his bed. Not like he'd been doing much sleeping lately, anyway. Too many ambiguous nightmares about shadows and light. Instead, he opted to visit the hangar... and Mana. A brief scramble up Sigil's body and he was once again at an all too familiar perch. Brushing aside her hair, Wendell wondered to himself. Did she look better than she did before? If only by a little? Or was he being blindly optimistic...?]

[Later, during more civilized hours, Wendell makes a public video post. Though, he seems to be having trouble how to start.]

... I've been told where the last ones are. The last Colossi. We'll be approaching them soon enough. After this... and they're all destroyed... 

[He looks away from the camera briefly.]

Well, no use guessing what the future holds. I... am sorry for the burden I've placed upon everyone here. I appreciate the help you all have given me. ...It'll be over soon enough, anyway. Anyone who wants to come on this last fight is welcome, but... ... I'd understand those who don't.

... Well, that's it.

[The video ends suddenly.]
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[personal profile] littleshortforanelemental

We have taken a vote among all the elementals on board the Chalice and have agreed that one day per week of our CQC training shall be opened up to the ship as a whole and modified to accommodate those who are of a size closer to the baseline. The first hour shall be conditioning, the second technical practice and the third sparring. Expect practice with unarmed techniques and portable weapons such as sticks and knives. We owe thanks to Madeline Caine for helping to pioneer and test these modifications. I do hope I will see you there!


Although the elementals have indeed opened up their practice, they're still running through routines that could make Olympic athletes jealous. By the first hour, sweat stains the mats they've laid out and the setting sun is giving the room an orange glow. They've opened the windows to get fresh air in, which might be exactly what you want to get if you're not used to this kindof thing.

When the second hour comes around, Nikolai chooses the largest of his fellow elementals for demonstration purposes. Large as he is to most, he's dwarfed by his practice partner. Yet by dropping underneath her, he can hurl her over his shoulder or drive her backwards, like a house dynamited at its foundations. With a chuckle and some colorful metaphors he also explains the cringe inducing potential consequences of loading a 350 pound elemental on the top your head and thus your neck while practicing. The message therein: do not do it.

And for the third, they pair off, wrestling, strongarming each other into locks and strangles, kickboxing, striking each other with sticks, lashing out and tying each other up with ropes...They don't seem to make much distinction between the different types of combat and one easily blends into the other. They may encounter any of them, after all. Join in? Introduce them to the traditional pig wrestling of your homeland? Dip your toe in the pond by choosing the older but wily Nikolai? Dive straight in the deep end full of sharks by challenging Only One Kenobi Darius?


He's not getting any younger, especially around the joints and a little of the strong stuff helps him take the edge off of roughhousing with the young bucks. And so, having showered and rubbed Ben Gay on himself in a classic old person move, he hits the bar and asks for the house special.

[4/network/private to Lowe Gear]

Greetings to you, Lowe Gear. I am Nikolai Djerassi of Clan Goliath Scorpion. It seems Clan Wolf is quite pleased with your assistance in the creation of the Verfolger omnimech. As well your name has been recommended to me for a task: I require the assistance of an expert in Earth Sphere technology in the creation of a vehicle that can improve the survivability of an armored Elemental closing with an Earth Sphere mech on open terrain. The design could be based on the existing APC designs which have been around for centuries, though with heavy modifications and a semi-open cab to allow the trooper to exit in their armor.

I hope to hear back from you soon.
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(OOC: Feel free to tag both)


I finally did it!

[Richard is grinning his ass off, happy and truly amazed with himself for once.]

I can actually use magic!

[And in celebration, he's invited whoever's available from the Chalice crew to come along and join him at a bar in the town they just saved. Things started with a small eulogy for those potentially lost in the attack, but soon after Richard tried to get smiles going again.

His own is actually rather fuelled by the... oh, two or three pints of beer he's had so far? Barely a sip before he was giggling his ass off anyway. How about you? Are you handling your drink any better? Or just watching a drunken fool?]


[Some time after the party is done and dusted... Richard is out cold on the floor in front of his workbench in the hangar. It seems he just dropped in the midst of reaching for screwdriver or something, as his arm rests on the scattered contents of his toolbox, and his chair is a few feet away having slipped out from under him when he fell. On the workbench itself is some kind of frame, clearly a work in progress and with loose wiring everywhere... but to those who know it, it looks vaguely like what you'd see on a Knightmare Frame, and the nearby blueprints certainly suggest such.

So... what do about the unconscious guy?]
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A shuddering and rather smoking ship in a style which might be somehow rather familiar docks in White Chalice's Hangar. From it, exits two teenagers and a small monkey looking creature.

One of the teenagers is a boy in a rustic-yet-sophisticated styled armor, and the other is a girl in red cap, jackets, and shorts, who's wielding a wrench.

"Sorry, Rock. I don't think we could fly much longer without proper repair. Could you at least ask this ships' owner for their permission to dock here at least until we're not in the middle of nowhere?"

"No problem, Roll. I should also say my gratitude to them too, for saving us back then."

"Maybe you could find some junk that we can use to fix our ship here! Wait, hmm... why did I feel deja vu..."

"Shut up, Data."

1. Rock is introducing himself through the video/in person.

"Hello, nice to meet you. Um, thank you for saving our ship back then, we were really in a spot back then. Um, and forgive me for asking, can we spend some time here until at least we pass a city or something?"

2. Rock is watching some Servbots working/making a mess.

"Huh... are those? Um, are you guys familiar with the Bonne Family?"

3. A small robot monkey is silently watching the workers in the hangar while doing this non stop.

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After the attack by the Jovians, it takes Ranna a while to fly her newly acquired mech - the Verfolger - back to White Chalice's hangars.

Most likely due to the missing left arm and left leg, and missing half of its right leg. The 65-tons heavy mech hovers in the hangars with the thrusters flaring faintly as Ranna moves it steadily towards its slot. There is a certain jankiness to its movements that indicates the Star Captain's inexperience with handling a flight-capable mech. At the same time though, the jankiness appears to be smoothing out rather fast.

The Clan Wolf technicians attaches support to the damaged mech, holding it in a upright position before giving Ranna an all clear signal. She turns off the thrusters and powers down the mech before exiting.

"That was an... memorable maiden flight," the clanner comments.


Later, she can be found at the mess hall, eating while studying a bunch of reports, books and touchpads.

"This newtype phenomenon is quite interesting. And the man was so obsessed with it."

(3 - Vid/Network)

"I would like to take this opportunity to thank Lowe Gear for his immense aid in designing the Verfolger. Although it is still in the combat trial phase, I believe it will be a success and eventually marked for general production by our facilities.

Having seen the effectiveness of joint Clan-Earth Sphere technology, I would like to announce that we have also been looking into creating a new Aerospace Fighter. Any collaboration to help would be greatly appreciated and repaid in kind.

Clan Wolf does not forget its debts, however. If any of you wish our help in aiding you with designs or making modifications with Clan technology, we would be more than happy to do so."
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[Post X-Buster Mission]


Matthew supervises the repair work and drainage being done on his Nova in the wake of the assault of both E.V.I.L. and a surly Demon King upon the coastal city.

And by supervise, I mean he's staring with disbelief at the rainbow colors coating his Nova, a veritable tie-die worthy of the Summer of Love. And pondering washing them off with capital-ship grade laser weapons.


In one of the lounges, he's perusing a water-logged manga trade paperback recovered from that building he crashed into.

He snaps it shut with one hand. "Of course!"


Later, he can be found in the Brig, starring down the two P.O.W.s from the SMILE brigade.

"What is E.V.I.L. getting up to? Talk! Or I will use your only weakness against you!" Matthew roars, pointing at a covered tray of Italian food he ordered from the canteen.
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[Post-Inspectors battle, the Power Loader is nothing but a pile of scrap now. But does Lowe look like he's sad about his ride's loss? No!]

Oh man. OH MAN. This is going to be so awesome!

[His Red Frame is dragging the remains piece by piece into one place, taking only some in and discarding others. All the while, 8 sits down on the floor and performs sophisticated analysis. His screen blinks with blueprints and calculations so fast, a normal human being can barely catch anything.]

You gave up your life saving Cheng, Power Loader. But your spirit lives on. Just you wait Inspector jerks, this Junker's got another ace up his sleeve!

[Lowe pauses to look at the many, many units in the hangar, still damaged and requiring repairs. Not to mention, White Chalice itself.]

Okay, I meant this junker will have an ace up his sleeve eventually. I better get Liam here. And Richard.
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[Father's Day.  Not a very good day for Josh to say the least.  And to throw fuel on the fire he's been looking through some of his father's old journals-]

The bastard.

[-And frequently tearing out entire pages and throwing them into the garbage if there was nothing of value on them and were full of douchebaggery.  For hours now he's been doing this, trying to find something very, very important... something he hoped would actually be worth wading through so much bullshit and emotionless droning on about studying Rim and how great the piloting data he'd gotten from Josh.  Stuff about the Aile and Blanche... stuff about the Ganador and Strega... and then the Weapons Boxes... and then-]

... Forte Gigas.  Never heard of that machine before.

[Well now.  He was finally getting somewhere.]
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[...It was almost strange how this sort of thing had come about, and the reasons it was being carried out. Richard had initially needed simply another opponent with a large sword in their arsenal, as a means to bring his training under Sam to the scale at which he normally worked. But now, he also needed it as a way of testing that the blow to the head dealt by him by Baron Ashura - damned sneak attack - hadn't affected his skills too greatly. And for the crew themselves... they could potentially use as a distraction from how things had gone lately.

This wouldn't be a face off that carried the fate of the world, or would be forced to tragedy. It was simply a contest of skill, and a potential source of fun.

That was why, on the 'battlefield', temporary stands had been set up for the potential audience, and an invitation to watch sent out across the ship. The match would begin in the afternoon, giving everyone a chance to eat lunch before setting out to watch.]

[1] [Are you amongst the audience then? The sun may be a little bright, but there's shelter overhead to provide some cover. Here is the place to talk and respond to the battle once it gets going, maybe make a bet or two.]

[2] [Closed to Lowe.]

Alright then...

[Richard's standing at the far end of the battlefield, several hundred metres away - if not close to a kilometre - from where Lowe himself should be. Dressed less for battle and more for the weather it would seem, the young man holds up a small device in his hands...]

Oi, you ready over there?

[Asking his opponent if they're ready to get this under way.]
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Roll out, my beauty! You may not have arms or legs, but I still love you.

[This isn't as creepy as it sounds - Lowe talks about Clementine, the ridiculously upgraded tank as, its last-second additions finally in place, it finally enters the "combat ready" status.

And of course, he's beaming with pride, like if he did all the work himself.]


Hmm hmm hmm.
Yup, could use some Phase Shift Armor there. Shame the tank ate it all up. What 'bout some beam weaponry?

[Now, the Junker mechanic is walking around the hangar and taking notes - apparently on weak and strong points of machines he comes across. Feel like offering yours up for assessment?]
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*Herb and Epimetheus are serving drinks as usual in the bar.*

Another day, another apocalypse averted. Man, I should stop having "free post-averting-end-of-the-world drink."

I still don't get the Custos' motivations though. Wanting to rule the world? That I understand. Ruling the world gives you certain privileges like freedom to appoint Tuesday as free ice cream day and having the best mattress in the planet. Even Baphomet have somewhat understandable motivation.

But wanting to unmake the world? I know they're not the only people who want that. Why do you ever want to destroy the world?

While we're at it, that makes me wonder. What other villanious aspirations have we faced?
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[1](Flying/swiming units)
Being on patrol duty tends to get dull over the ocean. But that just means a bright flash of light on a no name atoll gets your attention that much easier... and it's followed up by a flare being fired up into the air. Anyone going in for a closer look would see that someone is there, but there flashing mirror makes it hard to make out just who they are.

(Do you move in closer to the atoll? Or rather, do you wait for the pick up?)


After being brought back onboard, Yuki is taken to the ever popular infirmary. Except for dehydration, malnutrition, scratches, bruises, and a nasty sunburn she's surprisingly in good shape, and talkative too.

"You know, I don't know what would have happened if you guys never came. Do you think you can buff coconut dents out of helmets? And were you involved with the crazy tide shifts? By the way, What day is it?"
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(Supposed to be backdated from when Luger was still in the infirmary, but the timing is not that important I guess)

*For one reason or another, you one day need to go to the infirmary. But this time, when you enter the infirmary, you're welcomed by a familiar face.

It's Elena in a nurse uniform, complete with nurse cap! She happily brandishes a clipboard, and a totally-not-threathening syringe.*

Welcome! How can I help you?
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[There's a new arrival on the Chalice, anyone who was at the beach and had a hankering for Watermelon would have met this man. What's odd about him this time though is that he's wearing what looks to be an armored exoskeleton, with a rather abnormal looking sheath at his side, complete with sword.]

[Oh, and he's also parking a Motorbike at a free spot in the hangar as well. Because fuck you. His bike. Said bike being a 1970s Harley Model - with what looked to be massive amounts of loving attention paid to it.]

(Reference to the bike: Here)

[When he sees you though he offers an amused grin and nod.]


[The next you see of the new arrival is him relaxing in the lounge in plainclothes, sword across his lap and his leg bandaged up. He took a hit in the fight after all. Some of you may have seen him fight with that sword of his. That and unleash that crazy whirlwind at the tidal wave.]

An interesting day eh? I just wish some parts of it could have gone on longer.

[Interestingly the TV is on and he's watching some news about the upcoming Neo-American elections. There were a few things scattered about him... including a scrap of... something with a logo on it. ]

Third Phase

May. 3rd, 2013 09:37 pm
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((ooc:takes place after "An End to Genesis"))

[Loran makes his way out of the White Doll and into the Hangar, another fight well won. Of course there's things that really do need to be addressed after some...exchanges earlier during the battle. He was totally expecting at least a one person to be on his case.]

So...I should probably tell you guys about the Moonrace now.

Muh Astray

Apr. 23rd, 2013 06:10 pm
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[What an awesome way to start a day! Lowe walks around the hangar in a cheerful step, happy that another group of bad guys is gone and his friends returned more-or-less safe and sound. There wasn't even a lot of combat damage, and in fact they brought more toys for him to play with!

And then he notices the bisected 0 Custom.]

Nooo! My baby, who did this to you?!
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Read more... )

[action-Outside Roux's room: Locked to Roux Louka]

Kamille's knocking on your door, Roux, do you open it?

[action-Outside Patrick's room: Locked to Patrick Colaseur]

"Patrick!" Kamille's calling after you, mister invincible. What do?

[action-locked from Haman Karn, Char Aznable, and other Zeon sympathizers]

Kamille's eying you heavily from a distance, and eventually decides to call to you from his spot. Do you approach?
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[Public broadcast.  And hey, it's that fugitive!  The one who blew up a London suburb because herpderp stupid intern telling me my amazing teleportation technology makes giant explosions if the wormholes get too big!]

Everyone, after thinking about it, I've decided to try to run a full analysis of the Linker System node I found at the Tritech labs.  First there's the fact that it exists... but then again it was probably a backup that was set aside in case we needed it.  But more importantly... the terrorists there had hooked it up to some sort of weapons database, and that's where "Ascalon" and "Fragarach" came from.

There's so much that happened back there that I don't understand.  Why Blitz Valhalla went back there, what they found... how they even would've been told about something like that in the first place.  And... the only lead we have right now is looking through all the information in the node.  I need to know what else is on there.  And operating the System is dangerous; I know that.  My own stupidity with the Linker System is what caused the Icarus Bombing in the first place.  Precautions are going to be taken, just...

It might be smart to steer clear of my little work station in the hangar for the next few days unless it's something important.

[And indeed, within Lynn can be found in some distant, deserted corner of the hangar all on her own.  Instead of a mechanic's tools are computers, notepads, and the single, glowing Linker System node.  Most curiously, however, is the ring of C4 charges lined around the whole thing and wired to the node as well.  If Lynn's unsettled by their presence, she's not showing it.  No, her attention's fixed on the information being shown on the screen, complete with some stupidly complicated equations that had to burn through several different alphabets for all the variables being used.]

... Right there.

[She stops and snorts sadly as her gazes falls on a particular sequence.]

To think such a minor mistake in calculations would make this device so terrible.

[Nothing like a fresh reminder of the foolish mistakes of her youth.  But back to work.  There has to be something.  SOMETHING in here.  Some sort of lead or scrap of information to point her in the direction of answers.]

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Considering how far along in his journey Wendell is, it's no surprise to some that it takes him a bit longer to recover this time. Finally, in the infirmary, he stirs awake. His movements are slow and jerky, as if he is having difficulty controlling his limbs. However, at least this time he isn't coughing up anything vital or slimy.

Wendell brings a hand up to rub his eyes, sliding it back over his now black hair. Anyone who had known him for a little while would notice the difference from the reddish brown it had been. Even if someone was a new arrival, the pale tone of his skin combined with the dark, sickly looking marks all over his face and arms.

Another, less visual problem was more perceptible and worrying to Wendell. There was no mistaking that echoing, dual-voice.

Well done, boy.

The concerning part wasn't who it was, but that Somnian had never been able to contact Wendell outside of Sigil before.

Concern? Thy journey is near its death. Thou must not stop now.

The voice quieted, but the presence was still there.

Unless someone happened by the infirmary to stop him, Wendell is going to run off to find somewhere quiet to hide. Though, there aren't that many places to hide on the White Chalice. Someone determined enough could find him sure enough.
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This is gonna be awesome...

[Cables are laid down, starting at the cockpit and half-destroyed chest of the Paragon. They end mysteriously inside the depths of one of the I-Saviours.]

And... there we go! 8! Show me watcha got!


[Everyone - the man, and the machine, hold their breaths in anticipation. Not literally for the latter. And eventually... nothing happens.]


I guess the "Run another mobile suit using the Tome of Wisdom as a power source" experiment's a failure after all.

Very well, let's move on down the list!

[Going to comment? Or maybe volunteer your unit for another experiment?]
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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]


[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.]