I see @Ariamis has taken some inspiration from the religious symbolism from NGE. Or the person's just called Cain for the hell of it. I'm still excited, to say the least.
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Sorry it wasn't in posting order. I skipped a turn so I decided to just put it in there as fast as I could; it isn't an interaction with any other person, so it should be fine. If not, @Ariamis should tell me.
Posted, finally. Had to do something with my character.
Yeshua waited in the darkness. It was cold, empty and quiet. All he could hear was the odd creaking of metal under the pressure of the lake and the whirring of all the motors in the robot. The Anzu was strong, but the joints would be quite loose after this. Hopefully, the boy wished, he wouldn't have to engage in any melee combat in this. His weapon glue a stagnant blue, lighter and more colourful than the navy blue of the water around him. The MAC round eagerly waited, twiddling its thumbs inside of the massive rifle. Yeshua wanted to release the pressure building up inside of it, to finally let the slug loose into the open world.
Firing up three different monitors, he looked around his surroundings as one of the onboard cameras captured any shapes above the surface of the water. Nothing odd appeared. If any of the Frameworks were to pass over, the stationed computers would do most of the work for him, allowing him to take it out of the sky.
The massive gas canisters placed on the side of the beast's massive wrists whir and splutter for a few crucial seconds. Yeshua snaps his neck to the left and right, looking at the gauntlets slowly collapsing under the massive pressure. They were filled with highly flammable liquids which morphed into gasses under the valves and switches at Yeshua's right and left hands.
"Chara" he swears in Hebrew, the tongue of his adopted family from all those years ago. The machine shudders as the metal begins to give way, splintering at the joints. He needs to move now. He needs to move fast.
The Anzu shudders with each quick step, the water crackling in through the holes. Each step the robot takes, the closer the light at the surface crawls. Like moving with two trucks tied to his shoulders, Yeshua grunts heavily as he urges the machine to press on, despite the heavy struggle. In a desperate act of self-preservation, he turns around and fires his weapon behind him, the surge of energy sending the Anzu backwards at a much faster rate. With the new speed, the Framework leaves the lake with a special urgency. At his wrists, Yeshua feels the pressure finally stop, but the gas begins to act violently still. Realising the danger he is, Yeshua smashes at the controls. He waits for the inevitable.
In a fiery explosions, the two gas canisters erupt, leaving only flames and crackling metal. The Anzu's hands are now alight with bright and vibrant flames, igniting the area around them by the surface of the lake. He drops the weapon on the ground in case it causes an even worse outcome as Yeshua checks all of the monitors, hoping his machine isn't ruined completely.
In fact, the wrists and hands are almost fine, just the canisters that broke were in any danger. The flaming hands look pretty cool though, even if the flamethrower functionality is destroyed. The combustion dies down as the Anzu grabs its rifle once again, Yeshua exhaling heavily from the action. It seems the greatest enemy is the world around him.
Firing up three different monitors, he looked around his surroundings as one of the onboard cameras captured any shapes above the surface of the water. Nothing odd appeared. If any of the Frameworks were to pass over, the stationed computers would do most of the work for him, allowing him to take it out of the sky.
The massive gas canisters placed on the side of the beast's massive wrists whir and splutter for a few crucial seconds. Yeshua snaps his neck to the left and right, looking at the gauntlets slowly collapsing under the massive pressure. They were filled with highly flammable liquids which morphed into gasses under the valves and switches at Yeshua's right and left hands.
"Chara" he swears in Hebrew, the tongue of his adopted family from all those years ago. The machine shudders as the metal begins to give way, splintering at the joints. He needs to move now. He needs to move fast.
The Anzu shudders with each quick step, the water crackling in through the holes. Each step the robot takes, the closer the light at the surface crawls. Like moving with two trucks tied to his shoulders, Yeshua grunts heavily as he urges the machine to press on, despite the heavy struggle. In a desperate act of self-preservation, he turns around and fires his weapon behind him, the surge of energy sending the Anzu backwards at a much faster rate. With the new speed, the Framework leaves the lake with a special urgency. At his wrists, Yeshua feels the pressure finally stop, but the gas begins to act violently still. Realising the danger he is, Yeshua smashes at the controls. He waits for the inevitable.
In a fiery explosions, the two gas canisters erupt, leaving only flames and crackling metal. The Anzu's hands are now alight with bright and vibrant flames, igniting the area around them by the surface of the lake. He drops the weapon on the ground in case it causes an even worse outcome as Yeshua checks all of the monitors, hoping his machine isn't ruined completely.
In fact, the wrists and hands are almost fine, just the canisters that broke were in any danger. The flaming hands look pretty cool though, even if the flamethrower functionality is destroyed. The combustion dies down as the Anzu grabs its rifle once again, Yeshua exhaling heavily from the action. It seems the greatest enemy is the world around him.
Guys, I can be skipped for a bit as I'm currently busy. I'll try and post as soon as possible.
I'm awake now, guys. Still reeling back pschologically from that feels-trip known as NGE. I'm not sure how in-depth of a post I can get with myself underwater, but I'll give it a go.
I still haven't recovered from watching EoE. It's too much. Is there anything more powerful than that film?
Silently, the monitors began to crackle with a new-found power as the world around him shook, opening the doors to the angelic freedom of the battlefield. The green fields ran towards him and lit up his eyes. No more hiding. This is the world.
The Anzu drifted like a cloud. It was elegant yet powerful. Underneath the ten-tonne heavy feet, the entire weight of the robot crippled the ground until all that was left was a slush. It would stick to the metal, causing friction problems later. He would have to leave this beautiful field if he wanted to survive. The weapon that was held by the two massive, god-like hands was bounced with the power of each muscle-tendon snapping with his motions. He had the control, now.
A monitor lit up on the far left, alarming him immediately. As this was his first combat test, he never knew what it felt like for there to be danger in his midst. This was real, thought Yeshua, as the massive contraption veered to his left, checking the perimeter. The massive landscape became a sandbox. The fauna and flora were dolls in a playhouse. With the monitor flashing, Yeshua clearly realised the weapon he was carrying needed to be charged up either any excess energy would literally destroy his Anzu. The weapon began to be tickled with the sweet nectar, lighting up like a Catherine Wheel. The next person he would meet would definitely find themselves in --
A massive explosion knocked the Anzu to the ground, tonnes of armour and wire flying in opposite directions like a ragdoll. Metal screetched, electricity zapped and zoomed, wires broke and tore. The excess weight took him off the face of the Earth and he was flung to the side violently, the entire world spinning. When the robot had finally halted after being flung many metres, the ground behind him was tarnished with ash and the foul stench of blood.
Turning the behemoth around, Yeshua witnessed the now-invisible corpse of the Deamon, piloted by Alexei. He had died in a brilliant flash of energy, not more than a minute into their first fight.
"That's one down. There'll be many more to come. No crying. Not this time."
With that, the Anzu took flight with his massive clouds for feet, marching to the great lake that was not too far away. He could spend that distance quickly, if he ran with all the power the machine could muster. With each step he took, the more powerful he felt. The sprint was a horses' stampede, but with the rage of a young man behind it. The radar flickered on, showing him the expanse of the lake. Quickly, the massive creature lunged itself against the air, feeling such resistance against the sheer weight of the Anzu. He struggled like a kite caught in the wind. It plummeted into the lake, causing a massive splash as it did.
"Not graceful. It'll work, though."
Down into the darkness the beast went with the mechanical screen Yeshua peered through, silently bracing the pressure of the waves. He touched the bed. Sand and soil crushed like fossils beneath his feet, the sound murdered by the immense body of water. He waited there, with his powerful weapon still equipped.
The Anzu drifted like a cloud. It was elegant yet powerful. Underneath the ten-tonne heavy feet, the entire weight of the robot crippled the ground until all that was left was a slush. It would stick to the metal, causing friction problems later. He would have to leave this beautiful field if he wanted to survive. The weapon that was held by the two massive, god-like hands was bounced with the power of each muscle-tendon snapping with his motions. He had the control, now.
A monitor lit up on the far left, alarming him immediately. As this was his first combat test, he never knew what it felt like for there to be danger in his midst. This was real, thought Yeshua, as the massive contraption veered to his left, checking the perimeter. The massive landscape became a sandbox. The fauna and flora were dolls in a playhouse. With the monitor flashing, Yeshua clearly realised the weapon he was carrying needed to be charged up either any excess energy would literally destroy his Anzu. The weapon began to be tickled with the sweet nectar, lighting up like a Catherine Wheel. The next person he would meet would definitely find themselves in --
A massive explosion knocked the Anzu to the ground, tonnes of armour and wire flying in opposite directions like a ragdoll. Metal screetched, electricity zapped and zoomed, wires broke and tore. The excess weight took him off the face of the Earth and he was flung to the side violently, the entire world spinning. When the robot had finally halted after being flung many metres, the ground behind him was tarnished with ash and the foul stench of blood.
Turning the behemoth around, Yeshua witnessed the now-invisible corpse of the Deamon, piloted by Alexei. He had died in a brilliant flash of energy, not more than a minute into their first fight.
"That's one down. There'll be many more to come. No crying. Not this time."
With that, the Anzu took flight with his massive clouds for feet, marching to the great lake that was not too far away. He could spend that distance quickly, if he ran with all the power the machine could muster. With each step he took, the more powerful he felt. The sprint was a horses' stampede, but with the rage of a young man behind it. The radar flickered on, showing him the expanse of the lake. Quickly, the massive creature lunged itself against the air, feeling such resistance against the sheer weight of the Anzu. He struggled like a kite caught in the wind. It plummeted into the lake, causing a massive splash as it did.
"Not graceful. It'll work, though."
Down into the darkness the beast went with the mechanical screen Yeshua peered through, silently bracing the pressure of the waves. He touched the bed. Sand and soil crushed like fossils beneath his feet, the sound murdered by the immense body of water. He waited there, with his powerful weapon still equipped.
Literally up in five minutes! Once again, I apologise for being late. (god damn you Ariamis, you've introduced me to NGE and it's the greatest thing ever made)
Sorry guys! A bit too busy watching Evangelion. I'll post soon.
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