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11 hrs ago
Current -17 F. Can we just build a series of tubes? To take us places.
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1 day ago
It was -3 F when I left, this morning. The winds were breezy. I can only assume that, because I didn't freeze on the return trip, the sun improved things.
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8 days ago
V. II Snail is a bitch and he should burn in mech hell
20 days ago
I didn't know the enter key works on the status bar
1 mo ago
I'm gonna pre-load the bath with salts.

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I'm a generally chill gremlin that can be kinda particular. I grew up with plenty of electronics and video games, mostly with games like Final Fantasy, Zelda, and StarCraft. I like to blend magic and technology in my writing, bringing fantasy into space and sci-fi.

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*tangled in the lasso* Halp.
<Snipped quote by CirusArvennicus>

*lasso's*

get back here and love me!!!!


*lasso'd* Uuuuh. o wo?

Caits save me? x:
*emerges from the shadows*

... *retreats into the shadows*
Private Durandal

Regan produced a cloth to wipe her sword clean before sheathing it and recovering the enemy lances. She was already planning how to fire on the enemy armor below when Jatmoore motioned a huddle. When she said to fire on the tanks, she only smiled. The lances from the three lancers in the room were already in a row by the window, waiting to be shot. Well, two were. One had been fired, but she found a lancer round laying about. The soldier was probably reloading when they surprised them. They just had to load it, if they even needed it. The idea was not to need it...

She would take a position out of sight by the window, peeking out to assess the position of the enemy tanks. The lancer took a moment to focus, taking a breath and readying her body for the action. Almost meticulously, she would grab the first lance, exhaling slowly, and with a sharp inhale, as Jatmoore completed her countdown, Private Durandal would begin. Plucking the first lance from the ground, she'd prop herself in the window and aim carefully but quickly, to fire on the closer tank. She'd put the lance back down and grab the next one. She had to get the second shot off before the enemy had time to react. She quickly propped herself in the window again and fired down on the second tank, though she had ducked back too quickly to see if the last one got taken out.

The Lancer would gather the third lance and its round and load them as she moved some windows over. With a quick peek, she saw that both tanks were out, which was good. She lobbed a grenade at a gathering of enemies and laid low for a second, taking the moment to grab her own lance. Just as she did, she heard Jatmoore bark her order. With a new pep in her step, the Lancer ran back to the window. Yellow house? She sets down her own lance for the Imperial model and fires on the wall of the building, to expose its occupants, before picking up her mortar lance and firing a follow-up round into the exposed interior. And then she'd duck back into cover.
*picks up and pets caits*
Private Durandal

It was a trick, with all the tension in her mind and body, not to fire on the imperial infantry, but reason told her not to. She herd the orders not to fire and restrained herself, instead approaching the building with the rest of the unit. Regan watched the alley for a rear attack while the rest of the squad poured in and took the first floor. She wasn't one to lag behind, following once everyone else was in and patting Hexner on the shoulder to signal her. She followed Jatmoore as she led the charge upstairs, and was quick on the draw when she requested a grenade. "On it." She pivoted to a crouch in the doorway and fired quickly at the first imp she saw, a poor scout that had been firing at Jatmoore. Short-range mortar, right at his feet.

Her round spent, she pushed forward into the room. She slung her lance to the side, laying it down (somewhat?) gently as she rushed the second, winded scout. She drew her sword and ran it through the man, before slicing it out from his body. She moved to find any cover available to her, trying to keep out of the way for her squad to follow.
@Silver Fox Oh right I posted. Mentions.
Trinity Stratos

"The best hands to be in are ones that care. You don't need her, c'mon, Karn." Trinity let her hand slide from Karns' shoulder and pluck his hand, before pulling them away. She led them to a door and through, to stairs down, going from a the hallway below the bridge to the cabin deck underneath that. The mess and kitchen were also on this level. "You wanted to look at an airship, right? You seemed interested. So let's go look at an airship." With a quick glance behind them to see if the woman was following them, Trinity would take them to the engine room on the bottom deck. And lock the door, just to be sure. The door had a two-bolt system with a large wheel in the center.

"Someone destroyed the stabilizers, but it seems like the propulsion might be intact?"

The propulsion system was magic-centric, but the stabilizers were once primarily mechanical. Each contained a the remains of a large gyroscope, seemingly independent of the (mostly broken) oars on the outside of the ship. Magic circles were inscribed on what were once gyroscope rings, as well as parts of the machine. Strange, dark lines were built into the floor, coming from a circle around each stabilizer, leading back to the propulsion system. The lines were continuous onto the propulsion system, which were two large cylindrical pods on the back wall, connected by a box which extends to become part of the floor. "I wonder if I could get this thing to turn on...?"
*enters* I bite if you want.

*cough* I mean, no, hi.
LIKE A GARBAGE PHOENIX, I RISE FROM THE ASHES to make a post fucking finally. x.x
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