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Tiny gal there!
She definitely has my interest, moreso than Kujo. I was a bit confused at the part over being upset at reploids because of her parents yet still being unaware of their true, though I suppose it's understandable enough that she was still effectively seperated from them, given implication of what happened. Her ire being aimed specifically at combat reploids seemed a bit on the nose, but I like the idea of a little possible conflict between team members. I hesitate at the thought of there being a full-scale war in the time between Ragnarok and the present, but a major maverick conflict would certainly fit. Overall she has a tough history and something to prove, which I like (as much as I nitpick).
The drones are sounding acceptable for the intelligence gathering. And the vehicles that function as a mobile bases or construction areas seem in line with some of what I had in mind for stuff going on the caravan and at base camp--vehicles that work as temporary buildings. I like the thought that she can try to set up forward bases in areas. I am wondering about the necessity of the two vehicles though, particularly the construction yard, unless that's more for helping Dr. Love.
I'll get back to you tomorrow after I've had some sleep, I may have a definite, better thought-out thought by then--though I also wouldn't mind hearing some rebuttals.
At the front of the group trying to get in, the optically damaged "traitor" mechaniloid finally took enough damaged to cease functioning, falling into a heap of scrap parts. The two which had been behind, had stepped forward, readying their weapons to fire on Fale... Four mechaniloids. Two of them were damaged, but they could still fill the area with weapons fire.
Haizea had started back into the door when she saw weapons fire cease coming out of it--she wondered what had happened in there seeing that. She knew Fale did not have that sort of rapid shot capability. Running to the door, she could see the four ready to open fire on the cyber-elf.
Running as fast as her legs could, Haizea lunged at one of the closest mechaniloids, the ones that just came in, and sank her knife-sized beam weapon into the middle of the machine troop's back before slowly slicing up, cutting through armor and several vital mechanisms in the process. The troop was indefinitely shut down for all intents and purposes.
Disengaging the V-Hanger's energy blade, Haizea used her still funcitoning arm to hold up the recently retired mechaniloid as a shield, trying to brace herself for an incoming attack. The remaining, newly entered mechaniloid took aim and started firing at it's former comrade, trying to reach Haizea. The optically damaged mechaniloid that had been struggling with Fale tired of the cyber, prefering something larger and slow moving. It took aim at Haizea and fired, but missed. It adjusted it's aim and fired again, its shots landing closer to her...
The generally damaged mechaniloid seemed willing to take out Fale while the others tried to eliminate Haizea. It trained its weapon on Fale, and opened fire!
Looking good--both on the front of discussing drops/calls and strikes, and with this character idea.
"Dr. Love" is looking good--I like that you decided to try for a character with pacifistic tendencies with him.
I look forward to seeing your write up for the field operator.
It's good to hear you have a sense of realism over how to implement a character like Kujo, gives some confidence in case that's who we go with. Needing set-up for drops definitely sounds better than just being able to call in attacks willy-nilly. And the opportunity to try writing with some of these NPCs sounds good, I'm glad you'd be willing to share that.
That mention of a weapons engineer character back at camp (or available for communication if their expertise is needed) sounds good as well, I certainly would not mind having you control another character. The idea for the field operator catches my attention as well, I would love to hear what exactly you have in mind for her as a full character. A character that can assess and provide intelligence definitely sounds like she could be fitting.
And like ab says, it may be best to worry about those specifics of clothing a little later, once a character has been definitely decided on
« on: May 21, 2013, 10:25:34 PM »
"It did look pretty cool, I just wonder..." Anna spoke as she thought about what they had observed previously.
Levana had summoned up black flames before to destroy the orbs. Besides the attack itself being cool, the fact that she could destroy the orbs--and by extension, prevent the other birds form coming back--was amazing. And a little comforting, to assure there was no way to summon the sons once they had found the remaining orbs.
"I just wish I could find out why she's helping us. She seems strong enough to fight and travel on her own, far as I can tell. I'd like to what what she can do precisely because she is a goddess. She could have left us any time after she destroyed those orbs. They seem to be her goal at least. I can't really think of anything else of value we might have except..."
Anna paused, wondering if such a thing could really be useful enough to speak of.
"Except what?" Armadimon insisted.
"Except, maybe Lorcan?" Anna gestured to the figure riding Devidramon, "I mean, he's got a direct line to the Big Z. Unless her goddess powers include communication of her own to him, that's the only reason I could think of for her sticking with us instead of taking care of the rest herself."
"Maybe she just wants to help us specifically for some other? I mean we are the good guys after all," Armadimon suggested
"Maybe... I just couldn't see why... I mean, I know there's the phrase 'god works in mysterious ways', but I don't like being in the dark when it comes to the matter of personally trying to keep gods imprisoned," Anna went on.
Well I'll say, the idea of a character like this came as a surprise to me, but he has my interest. I do have some questions about him.
Most of his personality and history looks acceptable, but I'm curious about his interest in weapons engineering--do you think he might excercise that interest here? Possibly appraising or designing weapons?
And then there's the abilities. These were the especially big surprise for me, seeing an emphesis on being able to call in support. It is something that looks interesting as far as a concept, though I worry about the effectiveness of such a character. Calling in vehicular strikes or support, or being able to air lift in reinforcements or supplies sound impressive, but I'm not sure they will always be effective. I like the thought of being able to bring in more dimensions of combat with things like multiple troops or vehicles.
I wonder though about implementation of some of these things--do you imagine yourself controlling all these troops if they are dropped, or would they be more along the line of NPCs? I also find myself questioning the idea of calling in support being his main set of abilities. What makes him more useful for calling in support compared to other characters? For example, is he gonna be carrying around something like a laser designator? Is he particularly good at planning, judging distances and figuring out how to best fire some weaponry? I ask because otherwise I see a possible risk of him being something like a middle-man to reach support like that.
« on: May 21, 2013, 01:13:30 AM »
"Ah, alright. I understand," Matthias nodded, "Yeah, that does sound a little better,"
Giving a little nervous chuckle at his mistake, Matthias went over to the lamp Laura had left, as she in turn went over to Nikolai. Matthias picked up the light, turning about to shine the thing on the others.
Thankfully the bow, quiver, and lantern were not as heavy as they could be--though, they were for a little girl, so it made sense. Matthias was a little grateful for that, it would mean less weighing him down when he did his jump.
For a while, Matthias struggled a little with trying to again find a spot for everything he was carrying, eventually placing the lantern back down on teh ground for a moment as he more solidly and definitely had the archery set tied or strapped to himself. He also looked down at the apron he wore, which had gotten dirtier in the past days of travel. It occured to him that the thing might incur some drag when going through the air, or possibly getting in the way of his legs on this jump. So, he started going through the process of tacking it up and rolling it up with some of his belongings inside it, tucking the ball of cloth into his bag.
Somehow, he felt a little less defended... It was only cloth, but it had a sense of security attatched to it somehow.
Sightseer grumbled as the little filly asked her questions.
"I'd like to hear this as well," the guard spoke up, a twinge of a smirk on his face.
Orbis looked at Sightseer wide-eyed, his implicit question there as well. Sightseer sighed.
"Look, sometimes I need to get places. Sometimes those places are hard to get to. Sometimes because they're locked and I don't have time to call a locksmith, for example."
Orbis cocked on eye at her reasoning. Even he was finding this rather suspicious.
"I am licensed to do these sorts of things," Sightseer hastily added, "Look."
The unicorn pointed to a plastic piece that had been dumped out from her bags.
"Look, there's my license. Just give it a look," she asked of the guard.
The stoic stallion did as he was asked, trotting over to look .
"Authorization from Manehatten... You're a long way from home," the guard commented.
"I-it's still valid though?" Sightseer asked.
"Maybe?" Orbis finally chimed in.
"Maybe," the guard affirmed, looking firmly at Orbis for a moment.
A brief pause.
"I will need to verify this first. You can either stay here or come with me. Either way, I'm confiscating your belongings," the guard went on before looking at Orbis and Caramel, "And you two will be considered to be with her as well."
Sightseer and Orbis found themselves stunned for a moment.
Fale's aim again hit true, striking the mechaniloid at the door in the optics. Automatically, it stopped and returned fire, trying to hit Fale with a retaliatory blast--but did not hit the cyber elf, instead hitting one of it's fellow troops in front of it with a steady stream of shots. The one in front was very damaged, a few holes piercing through to the circuitry within, but was surprisingly still functional. It managed to turn around and start firing back at it's "traitorous" comrade. The "traitor" tried to return fire, but was uselessly firing away from the new target firing back at it.
The result was the backstabbed mechaniloid opening fire on the door, including the other troops trying to get in, while the optically damaged mechaniloid at the very front was still uselessly firing at Fale.
Outside, Haizea had finally gotten tired of being shot. With her long range capabilities inhibited, she removed her V-Hanger from her buster and starting using that instead, extending the short energy blade from the hilt. Rushing towards one of the remaining mechaniloids, she let her armor take as many hits as possible before she got in close enough to slice until the enemy stopped moving. Using what strength was still left in her arm, she held up what was still left of the mechaniloid's body, using it as a she as she charged the other troops, retiring them with lethal force as she got in close with the V-Hanger's blade.
By the time she finished taking out the support team, Haizea had overtaxed the damaged arm she used to hold up the mechaniloid, the arm falling limp as the internal mechanisms finally shorted out. She looked over at the door where the remaingin enemies were. ll that was left were those at the door...
Dyna crossed her arms and gave Raphael the stink eye as he suggested the idea of sharing what was left. They'd gone through the effort of hunting for themselves, what had these villagers done to deserve a piece of their share? They'd done nothing but but show animosity and useless friendliness. The kill probably had more than enough to go around, yeah, but... Dyna really did not want to share with the villagers after how they had acted. She felt inclined to agree with Louisa.
"Do you honestly think I went chasing after dinner just to give it away?" Dyna snarled.
"W-wait, please, reconsider travelers," the gizamon spoke up, holding his clawed forelimbs together like he was clasping hands looking, looking between Dyna and Louisa, "We would be eternally grateful for some charity, any extra scrap you could provide for us."
"Charity..." the Torn betamon snorted, speaking low, "How gullible are you that you honestly think they would be charitable? It's obviously a trick. Getting us indebted to them so we're forced to repay them."
Dyna's leer changed to the Torn betamon.
"Repay? Yeah, because you obviously have a lot to pay with," the enesmon responded with a dose of sarcasm.
"Don't play dumb with me. You want slaves! What, you think we don't see it because you--" the betamon pointed a talon at Raphael "--are playing Mister Nice Guy? We know what's going on. You'll get us in debt and make us pay for every scrap of meat, plus interest, plus whatever other meals we get while we try work a debt off, just like everyone else was. Don't think we're so stupid that we can't catch on to this game by now!"
Dyna's expression went from angry, to angry and confused.
"Th' heck are you even talking about?"
« on: May 19, 2013, 12:31:15 AM »
"So, I'll just toss these to you after Mr. Nikolai tosses you then?" Matthias asked Laura.
He briefly looked in Mila's direction as she tried to call dibs on a second toss. He smiled a little, hoping Nikolai had enough energy in him to toss two kids across the gap--then again, he was their hero. He probably had it in him.
Then, Koda started, the first of them to get across. Well, Elandra did get across, but Koda was jumping across. Plus a light flutter it seemed. Matthias briefly covered his mouth as he watched Koda achieve the feat of strength, wondering if the rito's wings might bang against a stalagtite and send him down. Though in this darkness, on this journey, Matthias' mind was being more on the imaginative side.
"Nice jump!" he complimented the rito.
The mechaniloid Fale aimed for was successfully hit, damaging the troop's optics. It tried to return fire, , but it's aim was way off, hitting a wall next to Fale. The next took at Fale, firing off a stream of shots as a third stepped in, raising it's weapon and opend fire as well.
Outside, Haizea continued to run about, trying to dodge, managing to fire off the occasional shot. She had always been a capable combat reploid, thankfully. She was not practically a walking tank like some were, stuffed to the gills with weapons and armor. Maneuverability had generally been her stronger suit--though, it wasn't like she totally lacked armor.
It was for such a reason that Haizea was glad she could dodge much of the incoming fire, though there were some unfortunate hits... For the most part, they were just chipping off sections of her armor, but a couple were managing to bite through to more vital sections of her body.
She had managed to take out seven more of the support troops with well placed and timed charged charges, but some shots to her arms were starting to cause problems. The mechaniloid's curtain fire strategy was working, and started to damage some parts of Haizea's arm, throwing off her aim. Another of her charge shots landed uselessly at the feet of a mechaniloid, uselessly scorching the floor.
Haizea noticed more troops moving in to go after Fale, and immediately fired a few regular shots in their direction--but they again again uselessly hit the floor behind them as they went in.
The reploid was starting to grow frustrated. Three troops, one damaged, were confronting Fale, and a couple more looked like they were raring to go in, just outside the door...
« on: May 17, 2013, 05:27:02 PM »
Anna raised an eyebrow at the boys deciding to turn down her offer, with Ferren deciding to take a spot by Kylie, and Lester deciding to walk. Odd, she figured both the boys would welcome an oppurtunity to stay off their feet for awhile. Though, if they wanted to do as they had done, she would not complain about being able to ride for a while. Still, she hoped Lester would be able to take it easy... Maybe she'd try again in a little while, after some walking. A little wear down of the feet might encourage him.
With Ferren getting the okay from Kylie to ride with her, Anna smiled a little herself. At least Kylie seemed a little more chipper after her earlier dourness. Anna had her hands ready on her mount, gently urging the Black Unimon forward, keeping pace with Lester and Floramon. She could probably go ahead, but... Lorcan was not exactly one for pleasant conversation, and Levana--maybe it was best to let the "goddess" be for a while until things besides pesty questions could be asked.
"It would be interesting to find out what else she could do," Anna thought in response to some of Floramon's thoughts.
Anna glanced back at Kylie and Ferren, making sure they were alright. When she looked back to her front, she could see that Armadimon had slowed pace to be closer to her, something that registered another little smile in Anna.
"Considering her husband is basically the guy who made the world... Yeah, I'd like to see what she could do. Maybe see if she is as capable of creation as destruction."
Anna's gaze lingered on Levana. What else could that being be capable of? And what precisely did she know that could be so helpful?
Dyna simply grunted and nodded at Raphael's plan of action. She did not know how squeemish or alarmed these digimon would be by their kill, but better safe than sorry. She didn't directly follow Raphael, figuring he didn't seem the sort to hide it someplace all for himself, but she did wait on him to make his entrance. Seemed a little more believable somehow if they came in around the same time.
In the time that took, the hunter sighed to herself. She wasn't so bothered about returning to her native form and leaving Sangloupmon. It was something she was getting used to. There was in part some frustration over needing to worry about what the other digimon thought. A petty anger about needing to worry so much about the interaction, being diplomatic with the native digimon.
At least he's able to take care of some of that... He can be polite all he wants.
Hearing Raphael's voice, Dyna finally stepped forward through the tree line to enter the village, putting on a smirk she fealt matched that of an accomplished hunter. The news of a successful hunt had drawn surprised looks from the villagers who were now looking upon Rapahel
Dyna could hear Louisa as she approached though, and her smirk disapeared. The Torn betamon sneared at Louisa's refusal of her offer.
"They what," Dyna stated flatly, emerging into the coversation.
Dyna's eyes locked onto the Leader, the pathetic gizamon shrinking back from her gaze.
"You said you'd get us fruit."
"I tried!" the gizamon tried to defend himself.
Dyna leered at the digimon. Where did he get off trying to making excuses like that?
"He did try..." the Gray betamon quietly spoke, "It shouldn't have said he could though. He knew better."
The gizamon looked at his gray partner with a look of betrayal.
"So you admit--" Dyna started before being interrupted.
"I'm not admitting anything!" the Gray shouted back, his sudden burst of volume suprising Dyna.
The Grey betamon looked between the travelers.
"You hunted for what you need right? Then you don't need our fruit. If you do, then just cough up the bits already! Don't expect us to bleed money for you!" he declared.