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[1] FAREWELLS

[With the Defeat of Richard Hawk, Neo-America has been liberated... but what does that mean for Michael Wilson?...]

... Its been an honor. We've done a lot of good together. Fighting the good fight. Believe in your justice. All of you.

[He's leaving. Neo-America needs its president. Now more than ever to right the wrongs Richard has unleashed upon it.]

We'll see each other again one day. Trust me on that.

[2] AFTERWARDS


[Michael has left on a shuttle to Neo-America, taking Metal Wolf with him.... but... it seems that he didn't leave you empty handed.]

[Lying in the Hangar where Metal Wolf used to be was one of its Weapons Pods, along with a blank white machine that bore a resemblance to Michael's Metal Wolf, and Richard's Metal Recluse! It lacked weapons pods, and was probably a mass produced version of the two... but still... what its bigger brothers were capable of. Truly Michael knew how to say goodbye.]


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 [Everyone, you seem to be smelling something really delicious for some reason... When you investigate it, it seems that Michael has set up a makeshift barbecue area complete with tables and benches AND all related food  supplies... Why? Because he's the president! That's why!... That will also be the reason as to why he's cooking using Metal Wolf as well.]

Hey guys! Burgers are up!

[Take a break from all the chaos going on to enjoy a flame grilled burger and some root beer?]
[personal profile] heartyourmetalwolf
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Adette nearly tumbled out of her Overman, and immediately threw her hat in frustration across the hangers metal decking.
"This is your fault!" She shouted at the Power Golame, if only she had had the Rushrod maybe she could have stopped time... could have brought Cynthia back. Adette wasn't that close to the pink haired gamer queen, but they where still from the same place.
Adette kicked the useless hands of the Golame in frustration, which caused it to creak, groan and then fall off the mech altogether, tumbling to the floor with a deafening clatter.
Her knees appeared her give out and she sat down on the ground, with her head in her hands. Long golder locks fell dowm the back of her well oiled leather suit.
And all around the chaos of the the hanger post mission raged on.
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
[Michael's looking....contemplative after the last battle. Watching the cannon blast Hawaii apart seemed to have put his normally boisterous mood into one that was silently pondering over every single one of the plans that Richard had unleashed. Surely his Vice-President was running out of things to throw at them...]

Hawaii... it was nice... wish we could've spent a little longer there without that huge mess happening...
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
[Michael's looking....contemplative after the last battle. Watching the cannon blast Hawaii apart seemed to have put his normally boisterous mood into one that was silently pondering over every single one of the plans that Richard had unleashed. Surely his Vice-President was running out of things to throw at them...]

Hawaii... it was nice... wish we could've spent a little longer there without that huge mess happening...
[identity profile] 2hell-weride.livejournal.com
[[MarKus had forgotten a lesson he'd learned a while back, while playing with his most recently acquired Rider toy (The ZaBee Zector).

What he HAD been doing was putting his Rider powers to use productively, making Undead do some of his heavier workload for him. So what we have here is MarKus, mostly decked out as Leangle (sans helmet) and one heck of an unthreatening kaijin

MarKus is so casually walking down the halls with him too. Wait... a Rider and kaijin... a TAME kaijin... this might explain something that happened back at Kamogawa's beaches too!

But once he gets to his room, he's safe... But a certain President is NOT!]]
[identity profile] 2hell-weride.livejournal.com
[[MarKus had forgotten a lesson he'd learned a while back, while playing with his most recently acquired Rider toy (The ZaBee Zector).

What he HAD been doing was putting his Rider powers to use productively, making Undead do some of his heavier workload for him. So what we have here is MarKus, mostly decked out as Leangle (sans helmet) and one heck of an unthreatening kaijin

MarKus is so casually walking down the halls with him too. Wait... a Rider and kaijin... a TAME kaijin... this might explain something that happened back at Kamogawa's beaches too!

But once he gets to his room, he's safe... But a certain President is NOT!]]

[Morning]

Aug. 26th, 2012 12:35 am
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[Locked to CR//Action]

That morning the hangar was abuzz with clanners moving back and forth, loading omnimechs and elemental armor into the two Wolf dropships. The previous night's solemmnity is replaced by frantic motion.

Resnick's gathered together all the people he's grown close to, who were there through his culture shock, his arrogance and rages.

"Trothkin, it has been an honor to serve with you. Today we leave for a campaign that will result in either my Clan finding a home or our lives being claimed. There is no middle ground. If we do not return, I hope you will remember us."

And then he removed a violin and played a crude version of an old, sad song

[Locked to Micheal Wilson//Network]

Micheal Wilson, I must speak with you before we leave.

[Morning]

Aug. 26th, 2012 12:35 am
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[Locked to CR//Action]

That morning the hangar was abuzz with clanners moving back and forth, loading omnimechs and elemental armor into the two Wolf dropships. The previous night's solemmnity is replaced by frantic motion.

Resnick's gathered together all the people he's grown close to, who were there through his culture shock, his arrogance and rages.

"Trothkin, it has been an honor to serve with you. Today we leave for a campaign that will result in either my Clan finding a home or our lives being claimed. There is no middle ground. If we do not return, I hope you will remember us."

And then he removed a violin and played a crude version of an old, sad song

[Locked to Micheal Wilson//Network]

Micheal Wilson, I must speak with you before we leave.
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
[Gentlemen. The President has been shot by an undead marksman. He is now recovering in the Infirmary whilst trying to figure out just WHAT ON EARTH HAPPENED.]

So.. did I get the other guy as bad as he got me?
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
[Gentlemen. The President has been shot by an undead marksman. He is now recovering in the Infirmary whilst trying to figure out just WHAT ON EARTH HAPPENED.]

So.. did I get the other guy as bad as he got me?
[identity profile] marinefashion.livejournal.com


Dawn on the Chalice has everyone disembarking for some rest and relaxation. And where one might ask? It's none other than Fairy Park once more! It seems the island is actually mobile, and has met up with you for supplies.

welcome to fairy park AGAIN )
[identity profile] marinefashion.livejournal.com


Dawn on the Chalice has everyone disembarking for some rest and relaxation. And where one might ask? It's none other than Fairy Park once more! It seems the island is actually mobile, and has met up with you for supplies.

welcome to fairy park AGAIN )
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[1: Action]

The first place he can be found is the cafeteria. A pair of earbuds are thrown into his ears (from them, the soothing sounds of Tchaikovsky) and he rubs his temples, steaming plate momentarily forgotten. How do you solve a problem like Keijinan? One falls out as he notices you.

[2: Action]

The more useful spoil of war is the mook suit: a damaged but functional dorbek. Squat and ugly, it resembles a fat and wounded flightless bird.

The problems in the design are not unfixable, he thinks, and mostly due to the primitive technology the Siberian Railway Company allocates to its regular troops. Only the Overmen, it seems, get any kind of consideration for their survivability.

Thus he's having the techs experiment with different weapons to replace the central cannon. The most successful candidates are a high caliber rapid fire or cluster shot autocannon, both of which fit with little trouble and are successfully fired out the hangar doors. Downgrading the size of the cluster-shot AC and adding a targeting computer and extra ammo makes for a usable anti-air design. Lengthening the barrel to accomodate a gauss rifle also seems to work but the extra two tons renders the jump jets useless. Either he'll have to drop them or lighten the engine, making the machine even slower than it already is.

As for the torso mounted machine gun, he has it ripped out of its mounting and placed in the left hand. That exposes the feed but gives it a wider firing arc for its expected role of discouraging infantry.

He's expecting to capture a number of these in the coming months, so having a refit capable of making it functional against Jade Falcon light mechs, fighters or elementals he thinks will be an immense help.

[3: Message: Private to friends]

We have three bumbling, overly curious problems on board this ship and I am all ears if you have suggestions on what to do with them.
[identity profile] an-alpha-wolf.livejournal.com
[1: Action]

The first place he can be found is the cafeteria. A pair of earbuds are thrown into his ears (from them, the soothing sounds of Tchaikovsky) and he rubs his temples, steaming plate momentarily forgotten. How do you solve a problem like Keijinan? One falls out as he notices you.

[2: Action]

The more useful spoil of war is the mook suit: a damaged but functional dorbek. Squat and ugly, it resembles a fat and wounded flightless bird.

The problems in the design are not unfixable, he thinks, and mostly due to the primitive technology the Siberian Railway Company allocates to its regular troops. Only the Overmen, it seems, get any kind of consideration for their survivability.

Thus he's having the techs experiment with different weapons to replace the central cannon. The most successful candidates are a high caliber rapid fire or cluster shot autocannon, both of which fit with little trouble and are successfully fired out the hangar doors. Downgrading the size of the cluster-shot AC and adding a targeting computer and extra ammo makes for a usable anti-air design. Lengthening the barrel to accomodate a gauss rifle also seems to work but the extra two tons renders the jump jets useless. Either he'll have to drop them or lighten the engine, making the machine even slower than it already is.

As for the torso mounted machine gun, he has it ripped out of its mounting and placed in the left hand. That exposes the feed but gives it a wider firing arc for its expected role of discouraging infantry.

He's expecting to capture a number of these in the coming months, so having a refit capable of making it functional against Jade Falcon light mechs, fighters or elementals he thinks will be an immense help.

[3: Message: Private to friends]

We have three bumbling, overly curious problems on board this ship and I am all ears if you have suggestions on what to do with them.
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
[One would expect the President to be exploring the Seattle colony with every bit of the same enthusiasm as he did in Old Seattle back on Earth. However he was nowhere to be seen.]

Nother drink! No I havn't had ehougsh! I'mma sheh preshident of sheh Unistherd shtates of Neo America!!

[Scratch that. Michael was in the Bar, getting sloshed off his rear and talking to no one in particular. There were empty bottles all around him and he seemed to be emptying them with surprising speed, yet looking only mildly drunk.]

Whash thish schtuff?..

[He pauses as he takes a look at the next bottle he plucked. Vodka. He puts it down and moves it aside without opening it before looking for some bourbon.]
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
[One would expect the President to be exploring the Seattle colony with every bit of the same enthusiasm as he did in Old Seattle back on Earth. However he was nowhere to be seen.]

Nother drink! No I havn't had ehougsh! I'mma sheh preshident of sheh Unistherd shtates of Neo America!!

[Scratch that. Michael was in the Bar, getting sloshed off his rear and talking to no one in particular. There were empty bottles all around him and he seemed to be emptying them with surprising speed, yet looking only mildly drunk.]

Whash thish schtuff?..

[He pauses as he takes a look at the next bottle he plucked. Vodka. He puts it down and moves it aside without opening it before looking for some bourbon.]
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
1) [Action]

[Michael just spent a lot of time with the Neo-French Government, smoothing out the situation further after Richard had caused massive amounts of chaos on the colony. Between missing out a chance to take on his rogue VP and the further hammering in of his deposed state one would expect the President to be much more on the edge, angry even. But despite his somewhat harried state he looks surprisingly calm, patient even...]

Gonna need more firepower...

[Then you notice he has a tablet and was repeatedly looking through an open file on it. Interrupt his musing/Question about the thing he's looking at?]

[Were Chibodee around he'd notice a name in the document that he would find very interesting - because it would belong to the same person who not only developed Metal Wolf's weapons systems and Weapon Pods, but also the Maxter as well.]

2) [Also Action.]

[And the next time anyone sees the president he's asleep on a couch somewhere with a hand thrown over his face, snoring loudly. It's not exactly the biggest nuisance but it would raise some concerns if you're trying to concentrate.]

[Dare you wake the president?]
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
1) [Action]

[Michael just spent a lot of time with the Neo-French Government, smoothing out the situation further after Richard had caused massive amounts of chaos on the colony. Between missing out a chance to take on his rogue VP and the further hammering in of his deposed state one would expect the President to be much more on the edge, angry even. But despite his somewhat harried state he looks surprisingly calm, patient even...]

Gonna need more firepower...

[Then you notice he has a tablet and was repeatedly looking through an open file on it. Interrupt his musing/Question about the thing he's looking at?]

[Were Chibodee around he'd notice a name in the document that he would find very interesting - because it would belong to the same person who not only developed Metal Wolf's weapons systems and Weapon Pods, but also the Maxter as well.]

2) [Also Action.]

[And the next time anyone sees the president he's asleep on a couch somewhere with a hand thrown over his face, snoring loudly. It's not exactly the biggest nuisance but it would raise some concerns if you're trying to concentrate.]

[Dare you wake the president?]
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
1) Hangar

[If anyone is looking for Michael at this time of day you would find the President looking over Metal Wolf's guns and scratching at his stubbly chin. He then looks to the assortment of Mecha he shares hangar space with and begins plotting. If it's one thing Neo-Americans love it's pondering on how to make things that go BANG.]

2) The Whereabouts of Gentarou

Hey Gen! Got a minute?

[The President had a spark of boundless enthusiasm. Something they both probably had in common.]

Need to talk about those switches of yours if it's all good.

3) The Whereabouts of Shoutarou (and possibly Philip.)

[Michael soon walks around a corner, right into Shoutarou's view.]

Hey Shou! Think we could talk for a bit?

[Cower in fear Half-Boiled. The President wants some of your time.]
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
1) Hangar

[If anyone is looking for Michael at this time of day you would find the President looking over Metal Wolf's guns and scratching at his stubbly chin. He then looks to the assortment of Mecha he shares hangar space with and begins plotting. If it's one thing Neo-Americans love it's pondering on how to make things that go BANG.]

2) The Whereabouts of Gentarou

Hey Gen! Got a minute?

[The President had a spark of boundless enthusiasm. Something they both probably had in common.]

Need to talk about those switches of yours if it's all good.

3) The Whereabouts of Shoutarou (and possibly Philip.)

[Michael soon walks around a corner, right into Shoutarou's view.]

Hey Shou! Think we could talk for a bit?

[Cower in fear Half-Boiled. The President wants some of your time.]
[identity profile] hearturrushrod.livejournal.com
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Adette wiped her brow on her apron, and smiled. On the counter before was a dark, rich, brown dough. She removed the towel from it, it look soft and puffy. With a grin she set about kneading. As she worked the the dough with her hands, Adette hummed aloud an old song she had almost forgotten as she worked, and wondered who would be called through the door by the smell of fresh baking bread.
The world around them may be in turmoil, but nothing could soothe the soul like a little comfort food.
[identity profile] hearturrushrod.livejournal.com
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Adette wiped her brow on her apron, and smiled. On the counter before was a dark, rich, brown dough. She removed the towel from it, it look soft and puffy. With a grin she set about kneading. As she worked the the dough with her hands, Adette hummed aloud an old song she had almost forgotten as she worked, and wondered who would be called through the door by the smell of fresh baking bread.
The world around them may be in turmoil, but nothing could soothe the soul like a little comfort food.
[identity profile] aprimeanswer.livejournal.com
1.
[Prime can be found brooding and mulling over the recent news. He's the savior of earth, defender of humanity and the planet itself...yet he's utterly powerless against a meteor. What kind of cosmic joke IS this? 99.8% of simulations to destroy it on his own have failed...and he's not entirely sure he can trust the one time where he managed to hit some kind of critical weak point to shatter the thing in one punch-he didn't survive that either.]

Damn...Not even Reinheit's power can handle this. What a time for our cosmic gravity-manipulating giant to be captured...it's not like we can count on the Federation to handle this...

[He's going over the ship's manifest, if your machine would have even a 1% chance of slowing down a meteor, you can bet he's going to visit you.]

2. [Private, hackable, open to Alexei]

[PRIME has a fresh disc of information, featuring information on the current roster of most machines and pilots, but focused more specifically on Alexei's and his own machines. There's several ideas for new weapons and upgrades included, featuring some of the technology from the other machines onboard...and you can bet that all data from Reinheit's Gattai with Dita's Dread is in there, as well.]

The limits of Reinheit become more and more apparent with each mission. Surely, I can go further.
[identity profile] aprimeanswer.livejournal.com
1.
[Prime can be found brooding and mulling over the recent news. He's the savior of earth, defender of humanity and the planet itself...yet he's utterly powerless against a meteor. What kind of cosmic joke IS this? 99.8% of simulations to destroy it on his own have failed...and he's not entirely sure he can trust the one time where he managed to hit some kind of critical weak point to shatter the thing in one punch-he didn't survive that either.]

Damn...Not even Reinheit's power can handle this. What a time for our cosmic gravity-manipulating giant to be captured...it's not like we can count on the Federation to handle this...

[He's going over the ship's manifest, if your machine would have even a 1% chance of slowing down a meteor, you can bet he's going to visit you.]

2. [Private, hackable, open to Alexei]

[PRIME has a fresh disc of information, featuring information on the current roster of most machines and pilots, but focused more specifically on Alexei's and his own machines. There's several ideas for new weapons and upgrades included, featuring some of the technology from the other machines onboard...and you can bet that all data from Reinheit's Gattai with Dita's Dread is in there, as well.]

The limits of Reinheit become more and more apparent with each mission. Surely, I can go further.
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*This day started as any normal day. And you thought this would end as well as any.

But when you enter the gym for whatever reason you see Herb sitting crosslegged there, holding a stick with a huge banner besides him.*

I'm challenging this dojo.

Yes, I mean you! Fight me if you want to regain the use of this dojo!

(Fight thread! feel free to fight herb or just watch. You can click his name to visit his profile in his journal to get the feeling of his on-foot power level.

Oh, and I don't mind having herb beat up, in fact that's one of the few reasons of this thread)
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*This day started as any normal day. And you thought this would end as well as any.

But when you enter the gym for whatever reason you see Herb sitting crosslegged there, holding a stick with a huge banner besides him.*

I'm challenging this dojo.

Yes, I mean you! Fight me if you want to regain the use of this dojo!

(Fight thread! feel free to fight herb or just watch. You can click his name to visit his profile in his journal to get the feeling of his on-foot power level.

Oh, and I don't mind having herb beat up, in fact that's one of the few reasons of this thread)
[identity profile] hearturrushrod.livejournal.com
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The missions was a strange half successes, so Adette really didn't know how to feel when she first climbed out of her new Knightmare Moon. She stood on the ground before the scratched, dented, and sandy mess of a mecha she called her own. Chucks of icesand where still clinging to the inside of it's kneecaps, and elbows. She put her hand to her head and sighed aloud.

"Man! This sucks! My beautiful Knightmare Moon looks like a complete mess! I guess better get the air compressor and a tooth brush, I might cleaning the sand out the joints all night!"
[identity profile] hearturrushrod.livejournal.com
Photobucket

The missions was a strange half successes, so Adette really didn't know how to feel when she first climbed out of her new Knightmare Moon. She stood on the ground before the scratched, dented, and sandy mess of a mecha she called her own. Chucks of icesand where still clinging to the inside of it's kneecaps, and elbows. She put her hand to her head and sighed aloud.

"Man! This sucks! My beautiful Knightmare Moon looks like a complete mess! I guess better get the air compressor and a tooth brush, I might cleaning the sand out the joints all night!"
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
[Michael has seemingly appeared out of nowhere, walking down the halls of the chalice with immense purpose, this would normally be the sign that IT HAS HIT THE FAN except... he happens to be dressed like Santa Claus, with a sack over one shoulder and decorations on the other.]

Ho! Ho! HO!

[Prepare for the most manliest Father Christmas ever.]
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
[Michael has seemingly appeared out of nowhere, walking down the halls of the chalice with immense purpose, this would normally be the sign that IT HAS HIT THE FAN except... he happens to be dressed like Santa Claus, with a sack over one shoulder and decorations on the other.]

Ho! Ho! HO!

[Prepare for the most manliest Father Christmas ever.]
[identity profile] gaimurakumo.livejournal.com
Day 4

4 days. After 4 days of the same song, despite how catchy it was, Gai was looking a little worse for wear. He was supposed to be working on the Blue Frame's marine attachments but every idea was blocked by the infernal song and additionally he hadn't slept since it started playing.

He tried everything too. Plugs, blasting louder music, and possibly way too many sleeping pills. Maybe someone could assist a living dead merc?
[identity profile] gaimurakumo.livejournal.com
Day 4

4 days. After 4 days of the same song, despite how catchy it was, Gai was looking a little worse for wear. He was supposed to be working on the Blue Frame's marine attachments but every idea was blocked by the infernal song and additionally he hadn't slept since it started playing.

He tried everything too. Plugs, blasting louder music, and possibly way too many sleeping pills. Maybe someone could assist a living dead merc?
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
[Have Michael, on a brisk walk through the ship to get the blood flowing to all the right places. Doing a series of stretches all the while. He didn't know what that tune was but he found it catchy and hummed along with it cheerfully. The sounds of anger and yelling thoughout the ship though raised his eyebrows a few times. Something WEIRD was going on.]
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
[Have Michael, on a brisk walk through the ship to get the blood flowing to all the right places. Doing a series of stretches all the while. He didn't know what that tune was but he found it catchy and hummed along with it cheerfully. The sounds of anger and yelling thoughout the ship though raised his eyebrows a few times. Something WEIRD was going on.]
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
1) [Given the situation with the supplies Michael has decided to get his food like a REAL MAN does, and is now gussied up in the most hilariously stereotypical fishing outfit ever. Already he has prepped a fishing rod, is searching for bait and volunteers to assist him in this endeavour.]

Yeah! Can already smell them grilling.

[Now how long before the ship gets low enough to the water to set down a boat? Or heck, even let him get his fishing line into the water?]


2) [WELCOME TO THE F-BOAT! What does the F stand for? Fishing? Fail? Lets see how well that goes now that they're in the water shall we?]
[identity profile] burningprez.livejournal.com
1) [Given the situation with the supplies Michael has decided to get his food like a REAL MAN does, and is now gussied up in the most hilariously stereotypical fishing outfit ever. Already he has prepped a fishing rod, is searching for bait and volunteers to assist him in this endeavour.]

Yeah! Can already smell them grilling.

[Now how long before the ship gets low enough to the water to set down a boat? Or heck, even let him get his fishing line into the water?]


2) [WELCOME TO THE F-BOAT! What does the F stand for? Fishing? Fail? Lets see how well that goes now that they're in the water shall we?]
[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com
1.

[There's a new guy in the hangar. He's busy staring at your robot, unless your name is Cheng or Adette, in which case he is staring at a list of robots on the ship.]

...Magnificent...


2.

[The new guy's going back and forth between the Chalice and that mansion with a loader unit, carrying all sorts of giant melee weaponry.]

Man, why'd the old guy have to have so much shit...


3. [Locked to Loraine]

[Oh look who is getting their shots up to date.]
HANDS OFF, YOU BLASTED SHE-DEVIL!

4. ON THE BRIDGE

Ah...yes? I was told you're the captain around here, and, well...I need a place to stay.
[identity profile] punches-vamps.livejournal.com
1.

[There's a new guy in the hangar. He's busy staring at your robot, unless your name is Cheng or Adette, in which case he is staring at a list of robots on the ship.]

...Magnificent...


2.

[The new guy's going back and forth between the Chalice and that mansion with a loader unit, carrying all sorts of giant melee weaponry.]

Man, why'd the old guy have to have so much shit...


3. [Locked to Loraine]

[Oh look who is getting their shots up to date.]
HANDS OFF, YOU BLASTED SHE-DEVIL!

4. ON THE BRIDGE

Ah...yes? I was told you're the captain around here, and, well...I need a place to stay.
[identity profile] hearturrushrod.livejournal.com
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1) In the hanger Adette stand with her hands on her hips admiring the new name and art on the side of her Nightmare Frame.
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"Beautiful." She seemed quite pleased with it. Not just the art, but her air shows how much this means to her. Further solidifying her place here. Life has been a long and strange road to lead to this place, but Adette knew the greatest events of her life surly laid just around the corner.



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2) If you're walking pass the kitchen the smell of food drifts through the air. Inside Adette has taken over every burner and flat surface with food. And apron over her blouse, and her hair pulled back, she sets dish after dish on the table. Hamburgers, Tuna Casserole, Meat Loaf, Macaroni and Cheese. Somewhere you can smell chili and corn bread, okra fries along side chicken fried steak. Some of them look positively delicious, others, like what Adette is calling Ambrosia Salad looks either alive, or undead.
All the while, she sips Tennessee Bourbon to get the feel right. Adette seems strangely full of joy, and her glow is apparent.
[identity profile] hearturrushrod.livejournal.com
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1) In the hanger Adette stand with her hands on her hips admiring the new name and art on the side of her Nightmare Frame.
Photobucket
"Beautiful." She seemed quite pleased with it. Not just the art, but her air shows how much this means to her. Further solidifying her place here. Life has been a long and strange road to lead to this place, but Adette knew the greatest events of her life surly laid just around the corner.



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2) If you're walking pass the kitchen the smell of food drifts through the air. Inside Adette has taken over every burner and flat surface with food. And apron over her blouse, and her hair pulled back, she sets dish after dish on the table. Hamburgers, Tuna Casserole, Meat Loaf, Macaroni and Cheese. Somewhere you can smell chili and corn bread, okra fries along side chicken fried steak. Some of them look positively delicious, others, like what Adette is calling Ambrosia Salad looks either alive, or undead.
All the while, she sips Tennessee Bourbon to get the feel right. Adette seems strangely full of joy, and her glow is apparent.
[identity profile] of-10-faces.livejournal.com
1. Video

[A fairly distorted image of Tsukasa is on all screens at the moment. Seems like the cook has something to say.]

I'm holding a sort of training-slash-exhibition on the deck for those all interested. It's basically, in a laymans terms, Kamen Rider Tryouts.

But not really. Come up if you want to see this in action.


2. Action

[After making his video post, one may find Tsukasa dressed in a startling pink dogi. For what purpose other than to have fun, or maybe just embrace his feminine side. Either or, he stood there, the DecaDriver around his waist.]

All right, now that we're all assembled, lets get to it. Kamen Riders. You may or may not have heard about these people in the past, myself and Double, and OOO. As it stands, we fight for any vast amount of reasons, several of them our own goals, dreams and whatever.

I've made a small list, composed of three people thus far that may be contacted if I am down, to take up the mantle of Kamen Rider Decade if I am unable to continue for a certain amount of time, or likewise, just too tired to do so. But if you believe you are worthy of the powers, then this is where you should ask me about it. Mind you if you want to make the list, I will drill you in the art of being Decade. To me, it's all instinctive. For you, well, there's a reason why these cards don't bend so easily.

Decade, like other forms, is based on the image of the person at hand, how they view themselves as a Kamen Rider, a hero. Any variant is allowable, the powers are all the same. As it stands, if you are interested, prove it to me, come up, take the driver and try it out. See how much you can do with it, within five minutes, and a single formride. Then I'll tell you what you did wrong with it.

Any takers?

(ooc: list of powers here and threadjack to talk among yourselves. Or just spectate.)
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1. Video

[A fairly distorted image of Tsukasa is on all screens at the moment. Seems like the cook has something to say.]

I'm holding a sort of training-slash-exhibition on the deck for those all interested. It's basically, in a laymans terms, Kamen Rider Tryouts.

But not really. Come up if you want to see this in action.


2. Action

[After making his video post, one may find Tsukasa dressed in a startling pink dogi. For what purpose other than to have fun, or maybe just embrace his feminine side. Either or, he stood there, the DecaDriver around his waist.]

All right, now that we're all assembled, lets get to it. Kamen Riders. You may or may not have heard about these people in the past, myself and Double, and OOO. As it stands, we fight for any vast amount of reasons, several of them our own goals, dreams and whatever.

I've made a small list, composed of three people thus far that may be contacted if I am down, to take up the mantle of Kamen Rider Decade if I am unable to continue for a certain amount of time, or likewise, just too tired to do so. But if you believe you are worthy of the powers, then this is where you should ask me about it. Mind you if you want to make the list, I will drill you in the art of being Decade. To me, it's all instinctive. For you, well, there's a reason why these cards don't bend so easily.

Decade, like other forms, is based on the image of the person at hand, how they view themselves as a Kamen Rider, a hero. Any variant is allowable, the powers are all the same. As it stands, if you are interested, prove it to me, come up, take the driver and try it out. See how much you can do with it, within five minutes, and a single formride. Then I'll tell you what you did wrong with it.

Any takers?

(ooc: list of powers here and threadjack to talk among yourselves. Or just spectate.)
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1. [For once, Tsukasa was taking the day off, having given his minions a list of things to do. But at this moment, his day off was not spent taking pictures, but he was in what passed for the library, reading up on things. What happened after the fight at the dam was inconsequential to him, as he was detached from this world.

Or so he thought at least. Sometime after the fight, and Char's self-sacrificing speech (oh he figured it was some kind of set up), he had retreated to the library to parse through the records of the world.]

HALO... the One Year War... Adventus and.... Gundam... All connected, all giant robots. And yet, Riders...

[Flipping through an old newspaper clipping, he found a single line dated in the old calendar: 11.11.1971: Kamen Rider saves the day. And a short blurb about it followed.]

2. [He's in the hydroponic area, leaning against a tree as he lazily took pictures around himself to clear his head. Next to him lay his DecaDriver, and cards strewn all over the place, some of them jutting into the trees. Maybe he had hit an impasse and was doing that crazy card throwing thing again. One thing was for sure, he hadn't reached the end of his cards yet, and tossed another into a small oak tree.]
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1. [For once, Tsukasa was taking the day off, having given his minions a list of things to do. But at this moment, his day off was not spent taking pictures, but he was in what passed for the library, reading up on things. What happened after the fight at the dam was inconsequential to him, as he was detached from this world.

Or so he thought at least. Sometime after the fight, and Char's self-sacrificing speech (oh he figured it was some kind of set up), he had retreated to the library to parse through the records of the world.]

HALO... the One Year War... Adventus and.... Gundam... All connected, all giant robots. And yet, Riders...

[Flipping through an old newspaper clipping, he found a single line dated in the old calendar: 11.11.1971: Kamen Rider saves the day. And a short blurb about it followed.]

2. [He's in the hydroponic area, leaning against a tree as he lazily took pictures around himself to clear his head. Next to him lay his DecaDriver, and cards strewn all over the place, some of them jutting into the trees. Maybe he had hit an impasse and was doing that crazy card throwing thing again. One thing was for sure, he hadn't reached the end of his cards yet, and tossed another into a small oak tree.]
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[1]

[Anyone who was watching the battle would have seen Michael ride out of Motherwill riding a missile. The President is now back on board, sunburned, with one of Wolf's large Assault Rifles resting on his right shoulder and pretty much looking as pleased as punch despite his state and the fact that Wolf was waay back on the battlefield eating sand while its beacon was ringing out]

Anyone got a drink? Feelin thirsty over here.


[2]

[The president is now wandering the Hangar, looking for a machine to use since Wolf had once more been used WAY too hard and is probably knee deep in repairs. He's having trouble finding one that would at least survive as well as Wolf does, because honestly if this and his previous flight out was any indicator it was going to have to be either pretty damned tough or easy to repair.]
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[1]

[Anyone who was watching the battle would have seen Michael ride out of Motherwill riding a missile. The President is now back on board, sunburned, with one of Wolf's large Assault Rifles resting on his right shoulder and pretty much looking as pleased as punch despite his state and the fact that Wolf was waay back on the battlefield eating sand while its beacon was ringing out]

Anyone got a drink? Feelin thirsty over here.


[2]

[The president is now wandering the Hangar, looking for a machine to use since Wolf had once more been used WAY too hard and is probably knee deep in repairs. He's having trouble finding one that would at least survive as well as Wolf does, because honestly if this and his previous flight out was any indicator it was going to have to be either pretty damned tough or easy to repair.]

Caveman

Oct. 13th, 2011 11:59 pm
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[Kamina's sitting in the arboretum (he seems to spend most of his down time there.), holding the generic LJRP communicator that Dan gave him. He's been fiddling with it for a while, and just figured out how to turn it on.]

Oh hey, it lights up. Is it some kinda lamp or something?

[He peers at the main menu screen, then sighs.]

Why am I supposed to talk to people with this? I can ALREADY talk to people! This makes no damn sense.

Caveman

Oct. 13th, 2011 11:59 pm
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[Kamina's sitting in the arboretum (he seems to spend most of his down time there.), holding the generic LJRP communicator that Dan gave him. He's been fiddling with it for a while, and just figured out how to turn it on.]

Oh hey, it lights up. Is it some kinda lamp or something?

[He peers at the main menu screen, then sighs.]

Why am I supposed to talk to people with this? I can ALREADY talk to people! This makes no damn sense.
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[Michael was regarding the dented, maimed and de-powered Wolf that was now getting worked on. He had his own share of bruises too but those were mostly dealt with. In fact the President was shirtless and all clothing above the waist was just bandages.]

Man. What a mess. Here I thought Wolf was plenty tough.

[The weapons he used were also getting a few tune ups here and there. Some circuitry on the shark Launchers was fried from the overcharge that ended with them firing Megalodons of all things at Starscream. The weapon pod that was torn off in the battle needed lots of readjustment and much fixing as did its contents. It was just mess all around there.]

[The president is sitting on a conveniently placed crate and leaning on his knee. Bother him?]

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