Feyblue

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

@Dynamo FrokaneI'm terribly sorry, but I think I might drop out of this RP. Since this is turning into a fully open world story instead of a three-way cold war like I thought it would be, and each character is just kind of doing their own thing, there's not going to be much chance for Aster to interact with anybody, and I'd hate to just spam the thread with solo posts. That much aside, I just don't think I'll be able to do much with her in this RP story-wise, and she doesn't seem to fit very well, so I think I'm going to withdraw.

Best of luck. ^^;

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

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Fumika smiled faintly to herself as she finished ascending the stairs. "You're welcome," the girl had said. She hadn't been upset, or angry, so Fumika had definitely managed to interact properly with her. She'd actually spoken to another person on her first day of class, and they'd been nice to her! The blonde would-be heroine made a mental note of everything that had been said, reminding herself to tell Haruka after she got back to the dorm. This way, Haruka wouldn't have to worry about her so much. Even if she didn't have any friends yet, she had at least proven that she could talk to people here... right?

She opened the door into the third floor corridor, and then stopped, and thought occurring to her. The girl from downstairs had held the door for her, and she'd seemed to be going up as well... Haruka had always told her that a real hero would never rely on favors from others, but rather, would repay them to the best of her ability. In that case, she knew exactly what she had to do! She stopped at the top of the stairs, held the door open, and waited.

...Everything was utterly still for several seconds, and Fumika was a bit worried that the other girl wasn't coming. But, just as she was about to give up and head onward to class, she saw a dark-haired head cresting the top of the stairs... accompanied by someone she'd never seen before? Well, it wasn't really unusual, she supposed. There must have been plenty of people trying to get to class still, right? She pulled back the door a little wider, taking great care to give the two of them plenty of clearance so she wouldn't bump into either of them. She didn't want to leave any lingering imprints on her particle shell, after all, or else she'd feel like she was being poked and prodded for the next several minutes.

They all seemed to be headed in the same direction, so as the two of them passed her by, she fell in step beside them, keeping a close eye out for the sign that would denote class 1-A. As they walked, though, the dark-haired girl spoke up again.

"Which classes are you guys in?" She asked suddenly. But, strangely enough, she wasn't looking at Fumika when she spoke, but rather the floor... And Fumika wasn't a "guy," so did that mean that she wasn't included? But there was only one male student in the corridor, and she'd used the plural... But she wasn't looking at him, either? Then, were there tiny people on the floor that she was talking to? Fumika strained her eyes, but couldn't see anything down there...

She wasn't sure if she was being addressed, but Haruka had always told her she needed to act more confidently. Answering a question regardless of whether or not one was the intended recipient was something that a confident person would do, right? Then in that case, Haruka definitely would have answered if it had been her, which meant...

Oh. That's the classroom. We're going to walk past it.

Fumika abruptly stopped in her tracks, reached out a hand gingerly, and caught hold of the dark-haired girl's sleeve - being careful not to touch her skin in the process. Or at least, she thought she had been, but the moment her hand got close to her, it suddenly got really hard to pull it away, like her body was a magnet and Fumika was a nail, or something. She managed to avoid direct contact, but ended up reflexively tugging on her sleeve a little harder than she intended. She gulped. That was probably rude, right? She let go and pulled back her hand as quickly as she could, drawing back a step and taking a moment to re-compose herself.

"Umm... My class is here - class 1-A," She answered quietly, before mentally slapping herself. In her momentary surprise, she'd completely forgotten how she should have been behaving. She didn't sound like a confident person should have at all. The other girl would probably be upset with her for sure...

@Riegal @Aerandir

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

there were attempts to make the Jager hound primarily for melee by giving it a blade mount on the back.

@Liotrent

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3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

@vietmyke Hmm well to be honest, I'm not crazy about you having alternates to begin with mainly, because I created the hand/shoulder/sub spots so your choice of weapons would be somewhat limited, you have been pretty reasonable though, but I'd have to ask that the Alt weapon change can only be activated at specific hub points and not 'on the fly' as it were. I'm also going to make this rule a benchmark standard for anyone else with alt weapons, but to be honest its best if you just keep one loadout.

@Dynamo Frokane

I ended up giving Aster some alternate loadouts, too, though, since I thought it was appropriate for somebody testing a prototype unit to also have a lot of different prototype weapons to try out. It's not like she can switch them on the fly either, but I still probably should have asked first... Sorry about that. ^^;

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

@Feyblue If that's the case, then I would imagine the proliferation of the MkII Jager Hound design after the war completely did not help her PTSD issue.

@Liotrent

Eh, well, the thing is, she never even saw much of the attack, since she was trapped under the rubble of her collapsed house nearly burning to death. Plus, they were just shelling the town from far-off due to mistaking it for a supply base, so it's not like she could have gotten a good look at the attackers even if she was outside. So the mech wouldn't be much of a tell for her, although I guess maybe the sound and effects of its weapons might deeply unsettle her. Mostly, it'd be if she found out about Robin's service record that would make her snap.

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@Feyblue

Probably, the Jager Hounds were deployed for a 'trial-by-fire' type of test run, and were led by one of the lead test pilots AKA my pilot. Operations were dictated by the project overseer usually an officer or an engineer, my pilot was a lead tester due to her background in engineering, the lead engineer (AKA Overseer of the project) was never mentioned for story purposes in case anyone wanted to connect a background.

@Liotrent

Hoo boy. In that case, best hope Aster doesn't find out she was in command of the forces who destroyed her home, or else she's gonna snap big time.

3 Nations: The World Of Mecha

@LiotrentHuh. A Northern fighter from the Therux front who specialized in harrying enemy supply lines...

You wouldn't happen to have had anything to do with the destruction of a certain small village, would you? :D

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

@Zeroth"The Main character seat."

...You sir, are a genius, and I can't wait to see the monumental amounts of derp that are unleashed when Kenichi tries to interact with Fumika.

Also, Kenichi's Quirk seems really cool. 0w0 Nicely done, sir.

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

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With a zap like a static shock, a single tuft of blonde hair shot bolt upright, blinking like a dying lightbulb as the person to whose head this rather silly-looking tuft of fluff was attached froze in place, then slowly turned around to face the source of the voice which had addressed her. A dark-haired girl was standing in the doorway, and there were some kind of floating ball things hovering lazily around her, but more importantly-

Oh. That's where the stairs are. Behind that door... which is behind another door. Why are there two doors there, anyway? Normally they only put two sets of doors next to exits. Why do they do that, anyway? Maybe because it helps keep the cold out in the winter, because it has to go through two doors instead of one... But then why don't they do the same thing with windows? ...No, wait, don't most windows have layers? But I thought that was for durability... Wait, what was window glass called again? I think the right word was 'pane...'

She blinked. The girl was still standing there, looking kind of awkwardly off to one side. Was there something there? Fumika turned her head to follow the girl's gaze. It just looked like there was a wall there, to her... Unless this girl could see through walls? Come to think of it, that would make a lot of sense! She'd seen Fumika through two doors, right? ...But wait, then what were those floating black things supposed to be? Her eyes flashed red for a moment as a large dot of a matching hue appeared in her hair, accompanied by a crimson bar around the crown of her head. One of her braids twisted slightly, floating into the air and coming ever-so-slightly unwound at its tip, seemingly of its own accord. The tuft of hair at the end fluffed up quite abruptly, and a static crackle once more ran down the length of each strand before Fumika blinked, and suddenly, her eyes switched back to blue, the dot and bar in her hair disappeared, and her hair once more swished back down behind her like the tail of an excited puppy. What curious little things those were... Apparently they were really there, but she'd never encountered such a weird material before in any of her other recordings. She had half a mind to try making some for herself, but decided against it, since it would probably use up too much of her charge, and she needed to save what power she had left for class.

...Oh right, speaking of class, hadn't the girl said something about that? Fumika was pretty sure she'd asked a question... about thirty seconds ago. What had she said again? Something about whether or not she was trying to get to class... She was, of course, but she needed to find the stairs. Which were right there. Oh, right, class was in only a couple more minutes now, right? If the stairs were here, she should have been right below the classroom, but she couldn't really afford to delay any longer...

So, after a lengthy period of deliberation in stonefaced, utterly stoic silence, Fumika nodded with a wordless "Mhm," and then briskly walked through the door the girl had been rather awkwardly holding open for her. But, as if thinking of something quite suddenly, Fumika stopped two steps up the stairs, turned around, and then... bowed?

"Thank you for the stairs," She said, and then went on her way.

@Riegal

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>TFW the only responses you get to your posts are "I skimmed it" or "TL;DR," but everybody compliments your overly long bio for some reason.



Why read my bio if you're not willing to read my posts? :/