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Taking customs home...

(1)
[[Simon doesn't make a huge whoop out of the matter, but for certain something happens long before he and the rest of the Dai-Gurren Brigade take off for their home dimension; another wedding amongst the Chalice crew! While it's not a huge affair, it's certainly meaningful to those who attend. Simon and Nia are finally to be wed!

And what's better... the whole thing goes off without a hitch! Though their understanding, and time, for a wedding isn't as vast as most, Simon and Nia stick around for a good while, the reception more or less a gathering of friends afterward. There's no risk of little Nia disappearing either!]]

(2)
[[Days after their wedding, Simon and crew finally take their leave, so now is a time for goodbyes.

However, their departure is easily watched, as they take the Cathedral Terra along with them. And with a ship the size of the moon, the right places in the world can watch it move along and slowly vanish into it's home dimension where it belongs, where it will be used to advance their space travel technology and expand their civilization. ]]

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18: One more time, the Messenger carries the news of Victory...

[1]

[Post "The Shield of Time's Last Stand". Locked to Jade Falcons]

Since the war between Clan Jade Falcon and Wolf has finally ended, and especially what with the blue robot simulacrums wrecking stuff all over the Earth, Matthew decides to call up his old sibko pal Lola with the long-distance comm.

"Star Captain Helmar? This is Matthew. Could I talk with you for a moment?"

Hopefully he hasn't interrupted something.

[2]

[Open to all.]

Those who find themselves in the hanger bay, whether helping with the evacuation or giving their mechs one last tune up, might overhear Matthew talking with a group of techs who are reattaching his Nova's arm with gantry cables, frantically trying to restore the squat, birdlike OmniMech to fighting condition.

https://static.mwomercs.com/img/clans/artwork/nova_paint.jpg

"What?" Matthew says, eyes widening. "Are you sure?"

"We did an x-ray and everything." the lead tech says, holding up a datapad with false negative images. "The endo-skeletal frame's studded with hairline fractures. Battle scars from lots of fights and rush repair jobs. And from age too. Didn't you once say this mech was built 130 years ago, in your dimension?"

He shakes his head and clucks his tongue. "Tough old bird you've got. I'd say she'd last for a year more, if you stuck to patrols and recon missions. But another battle like the last one...we'll do what we can, Matt."

He pats Matthew on the shoulder, then returns to his work. Matthew stares into space at his customized Nova, looking stunned.

Talk to him?

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17: To unlock desperately need potential!

[Pre "Last Falcon, Last Raven"]

[1]

A comm message comes in on the datapads of two particular people, sent by their fellow brigadier!

"Simon the Digger! Commander Rossiu! Could you...help me with something?"

[2] [Open to All]

Matthew has dragged a whiteboard out into the middle of the hanger, underneath his personal Battlemech, and has been frantically scrawling things onto it in an attempt at brainstorming.

The main caption of the doodle, written above in huge, block letters, is "War Leader Matthew's Passionate Jade Falcon War Ending Stratagem!"

Below are lots of illegible scrawls, notes, diagrams, military statistics, and doodles of tiny robots and gigantic drills.

Matthew is standing before this 'diagram' and frowning. Severely so. Dare to interject or comment?

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16: Life is too much a miracle to waste!!!

(Post TTGL Finale)

Matthew had spent much of the battle with the Anti-Spiral hidden away in Gurren's cockpit, mustering his determination quietly and silently, a source of Spiral Energy that the Anti-Spiral wouldn't notice or take into account.

But then...during that final clash, that Final Drill Break, an inner barrier, a limiter of some kind had broken down, and Matthew had truly felt the Spiral flow through him.

Post mission, as he disembarks from the Gurren aboard White Chalice, he looks stunned, short of breath, with his heart racing.

"Simon, Rossiu...is that how you feel all the time?" He asks softly.

[2]

(To be added later)

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06: "Yet each man kills the thing he loves/by each let this be heard..."

[1]

Isaac Sinclair is up on the Chalice deck in the wee hours of the morning, performing sword drills as rosy fingers of dawn stretch out over the horizon.

His strokes are large, brutal and scything, meant to cleave enemies in half. And yet, as he performs this ruthless form of combat...he seems to be calm, collected and at peace.

"By heavenly Jove, Jehovah, and Andraste..." He says quietly, winding down and starring at the rising sun. "Let my blade strike true, and let her hold her living son in her arms again..."

Interject?

[2]

Isaac is calling his mother in one of the Chalice's comm booths, hopping up and down on the balls of his beat as he listens to the dial tone. Finally, someone picks up on the other end.

"Mother Sinclair!" He calls out. "Oh, so many marvelous thing have happened last we talked! I know not where to start, but I think that at last, after so long, good fortune's c–!"

A sharp, muffled voice cuts him off. Isaac winces, then listens. And from the outside you can see his face turn pale.

"Oh Gods."

Eavesdrop?

[3]

Isaac sends a general comm transmission to everyone aboard the White Chalice...with the exception of Cora.

He looks really wild-eyed...and a bit gaunt.

( Read more... )

[4]

[Locked to all but one]

( Read more... )

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14: Fidelis Vel Amor: a Clanner has a long, booze-filled think...

[1]

[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?"

[2]

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?"

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Post batteru, and kinda late as usual

[[Now that they're free to return to Earth, the White Chalice has a new battleship in tow. While the Cathedral Terra remains in orbit as not to jack with gravitational forces on the world, the ArcGurren doesn't have that issue.]]

Now that we're back and not being bombarded with enemies, I invite you guys to come over and check out the ArcGurren! Rossiu is here too, along with a lot of other guys who had gone back home.

[[Yeah, he invited people over to a ship that isn't his!]]

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Guess who's still here!

(1)
[[Simon leave the very tip top of the Gurren Lagann, which I still think is amusing that the cockpit is up in the tip of thehead, rather than more central to... anything.

That aside, he stretches, works his arm, and descends via jumping. Despite that yet another battle for the Earth just took place, he's pretty content, smiling with himself at the group's success. However he did say something curious back there: about Anti-Spiral. Maybe you missed it from earlier and might want to ask.]]

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[[It's later on that something in regards to the aforementioned Anti-Spiral has him a bit down, sitting about in the atrium, fiddling with a ring on his finger.]]

Nia...

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Holiday Cheer!

1. [Oh look, there's an announcement from Roads.]

Heya! It's approaching the...fourth, fifth thursday in november, and we're not all dead, so I figure we should have a small little thanksgiving party! Small being the operative word-we still gotta keep all the state of the art death machines running-but a bit of a larger meal than normal would be nice. There's plenty to be thankful for, after all!

Anyways, I call making the mashed potatoes. Eibon said she'd make...something weird and ancient, I'm sure.

2. [Much later, the actual party comes! Roads has indeed made mashed potatoes, with the help of some industrial equipment-the end result is a pile of warm pulverized potatoes larger than some people. It's meant for everyone on the ship, but still...

Eibon, for her part, has made some sort of stew and a thick, brown drink. Dare ye try the cooking of the ancients??]

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13: Kindred Spirits behind Enemy Lines

[1]

Matthew is sitting on a bench in the hanger bay, bandaged here and there, sucking down a juice box full of antioxidants, watching glumly as the techs frantically swarm over the damaged mechs brought back from their encounter with Kairos Aspida.

Finally, he sighs and rubs his forehead. "Ayame Jin....neg, Anna Alkaev. We never realized how much you sacrificed for your convictions..."

He suddenly tosses the juice box away violently. "Stravag! Why must this keep happening?"

Interject?

[2]

[Comm message to Simon and Nikolai Djerassi.]

Matthew's image pops up on your comms, his face looking very grave and serious...but also nervous.

"My comrades...there is something I need to do. Will you help me do it?"

[3]

(Dated a few days after post [2])

Matthew is in the middle of a daring operation: to sneak behind enemy lines! To penetrate deep into Clan Jade Falcon's territory–!

-so that he can talk to a friend of his.

Currently, he is sneaking about one of the Clan Jade Falcon's instant-fab compounds near the Siberian border, trying to find a computer terminal where you can check the base roster and find out where his ex-comrade, Star Captain Lola Helmar, is.

Surely no one will notice his super-secret stealthy actions whatsoever, especially in this flurry of snow...!

"Stravag, is it cold." Matthew mutters.

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[[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...?

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Blood Legacy

After retaking the Nicholas Kerensky...

1)
Ranna lies in the infirmary, heavily bandaged. A stack of books is by the bedside table, presumably for her when she is awake. She has been declared to be stable by the infirmary staff and cleared for visitation. At times her Trinary members can be seen visiting her.

Visit her?

2)
The Wolf warriors on-board the Chalice are in a good mood, that is certain. They go about their duties with a smile, and even those has been known to be...quiet are a little bit more chatty. It seems not even the news of all the landing forces making it to Siberia could stop the buoyancy of reclaiming the Nicholas Kerensky.

A dropship arrive soon-after, not the routine supply drop from those who are aware of the schedule, but it unloads much supply for the Chalice itself - food, materials and medicine. Furthermore, several secured containers are unloaded as well - marked for the Goliath Scorpions.

With Ranna currently in the infirmary, Star Commander Alexia Ward has taken over Charlie Trinary in the interim.

Speak with the clanners/check out the new supplies/claim your containers?

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[[Simon is standing outside the Guren, standing at a little blinking light in the cockpit.]]

So... Does that mean they're calling all their allies to fight us?

The last time this thing was blinking.... Bro...

[[He pulls his goggles down.]]

This time they're not going to get any of us!

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During the battle...

[[During the attack on... Nope, that joke's time's passed... During the attack on Neo Zeon and the battle thereof, Simon's lugging around a rather HUGE book with him...

But Simon has no purpose with the book, rather, having taken it from Matthew's collection, he's looking for Rossiu, trying to pass the book along to him.

But who wouldn't wanna stop the digger carrying around a book on strategy thicker than his wrist!]]

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[10] To Step it Up: the Hallowed Time of Training that is called a Montage!

[Post-dated to 'Teopan' mission.]

[1]

On the general comm channel, Matthew suddenly pops up on live video, standing in front of a bulkhead, hands clasped behind his back like some kind of statesmen.

"My fellow comrades of the White Chalice! We have persevered through toil, loss, and danger, fighting bitter, powerful foes to both life and the earth itself. And we have triumphed over them!"

He fixes the hypothetical viewer with a Serious Glance!™

"However! All the evidence we have–including a few prophetic visions–hints at far greater battles to come, struggles that shall test the limits of our minds, bodies, and spirits! Therefore, to strengthen ourselves for the future, I propose we gather together in the spirit of camaraderie–"

He swivels the camera about to reveal the gym he's standing in: weights, practice weapons, and a table with snacks and water bottles are arranged around each other. A simple red banner with no adornments (or inspirational platitudes) hangs from the ceiling.

"–for a Group Training Festival!" He declares, clenching a fist.

[2] (Open to Everything)

Matthew stands by to greet all attendees to his half-baked 'Training Festival', hands resting on a bokken cane-style, grinning eerily.

"Welcome comrades, to this gathering of training! Do you wish to hone your body, your mind, or your aptitude at teamwork?"

[3]

[Do you have a nice montage scene in your head? Then put it here, along with any snazzy music you like!]

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The Greatest, Manliest Sale in history!

[[One by one Simon is lugging rocks to and fro. Well, technically they're not rocks, they're crude carvings made with his drill, some less, and some more accurate, but there's a theme; they're all of Kamina.

Every statue he can carry he's moving into the hangar. And they're rocks and scrap metal so he wasn't just being wasteful when he made them!]]

Whew... this is really hard work! But... I can't just... let these all clutter up my room!

[[After he's gone and made a sort of 'garden' of statues and busts of Kamina, he sits in front of them, on a little rug, and waits for passers by.

No way... is he actually trying to... peddle them!?]]

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Twentyfirst Rave

[And you know what? After the bullshit at Side-1 between the A-LAWS and Neo Zeon, Josh is looking almost as angry as he is when faced with bullshit regarding his father.]

After all this time and they finally show their hand. Please, remind me here... I know for a while we had common interests but Char certainly shat the bed more than any of us would've liked. So...

What good has Zeon ever done for the Earth Sphere?

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Feel the Vibrations/My heart starts to pound, pound, POUND!

[1]

[Sam's in the arboretum, just taking a walk through it - sword at his side and looking calmly at the plants around him. Looking satisfied as he came to a particular area, he drew his sword and set himself into stance with a deep breath. The leaves of the trees in this part of the arboretum were falling. He figured it would be a good time to get his training down.]

[Within moments he was putting several precise cuts through the leaves - splitting them into halves - and then even more. One would think, oh Sam's just slashing leaves like a stereotypical samurai, what's the interest in that?]

[Then if you took a better look you'd notice he was specifically carving them up through the mid-ribs - making clean splits, then slashing through the veins of the leaves - trying to get the cuts as exact and clean as possible!]

[When Sam stopped he picked up one of the sliced leaves, he looked a little dissapointed actually.]

[2]

Now, I wouldn't say that I'm much of a teacher - but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to pass on a few things to those of you who want to learn.

[Sam grins, leaning on his knee as he sat crosslegged in the middle of the room he has appropriated as a makeshift dojo. It was pretty sparse really. A few mats, multiple practice sword and several other things that wouldn't be out of place.]

Try to keep this in mind though, I won't go easy on you.

[Sam gets to his feet and looks quite serious indeed now.]

I'll be teaching you the same way I learned from my father. The Rodrigues New Shadow School... is quite painful indeed.

So if you're having second thoughts, I suggest you leave and save yourself the bruises.

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09: Land Battleship no Longer! Dai-Gurren Takes to the Skies!!! (But can still walk and stuff)

[Post "The Four Generals"]

[1] [Open to All]

http://www.gurren-lagann.net/mecha/images/daigurren.gif

In the aftermath of the great battle against the Beastmen and their Four Generals (which wound up being really good for Earthrace/Moonrace relations), the wreckage of Do Ten Kai Zen fell to earth, save for a single intact piece of machinery, a gleaming sphere that rose from the wreckage of the infuriating Cytomander's component flagship...and caught by the grasping arms of Dai-Gurren.

After a bit of analysis, headscratching, and desperate guess-work, Dai-Gurren has been powered down... so that a team of technicians and assistants can attach the Levisphere to Dai-Gurren's frame and grant it the power of flight!

A day or so into the process, Matthew takes a break to escort a small gaggle of guests (most notably, some Naval Officers from Clan Goliath Scorpion) through the hallways of Dai-Gurren, showing off both the ship and the installation process.

"...there are many facets to this Beastmen-built ship, particularly the small tunnels, that still elude comprehension. Nevertheless, Dai-Gurren, today and tomorrow, shall continue to be a fearsome weapons for justice and life on earth..."

But what are Simon, Rossiu, and the rest of the Gurren Brigade doing while Matthew waves the tourist flag about? Who else has decided to check things out with the tour group, or even help out with the Levisphere installation process?

[2] [Closed to Gurren Brigade/people with CR to Gurren Brigade Members.]

After a lot of sweat, the installation is complete. All that remains is to see if the darn thing works.

On the bridge, Matthew, looking exhausted, takes a step back and to the right, standing at military attention as his seniors enter.

"Commander Simon, Vice Commander Rossiu...the Dai-Gurren is ready for liftoff."

[Music for flavor: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4E8wHTX5nac ]

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[If anything, Nia has had a wild last few days! There was the whole thing with suddenly discovering there were more people who looked like her, the Generals whom she once respected turning on her and holding her hostage and last (but not at all least) finding herself amongst the others at the White Chalice.

...Which she'd marvel at just a little more if it wasn't for the holes in the White Chalice itself.

This just wouldn't do at all!

If you're looking for a certain pink, cloud haired ray of sunshine she's most likely trying to snoop around (just a little) to try and assess the damage whilst seeking information; who would do this to their fellow humans? Were they even human? This is all so terrible!]

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[If one thing is clear, Nia has found someone to help her with the recording of the video. Whilst her eyes jump from the camera to behind it, her voice is soft as it queries.] Is it on?

[...Yes, it is.]

Hail fellows, well met! I am the first princess, daughter of the Spiral King Lordgenome, Nia Teppelin. It is a pleasure to speak to you all.

I was talking to the others when we heard of your plight and insisted that it is our duty as fellow humans to aid you all. It is our duty to overcome the struggles the bad guys place in front of us by... ah... what was it that Mr. Kittan said? Ah! By 'beating the crap out of them'! And because it is our duty we made our way here as swiftly as we could.

Let's all do our very best to 'beat the crap out of the bad guys'!