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Current Fuh... one of the worst days of my life
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Eager to get back to writing and try something new!
9 yrs ago
Started at work today, expect my replies in 1x1s to slow down considerably. Normal RPs go as usual.
10 yrs ago
Coffee time every time. Be sleepless.

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"Way ahead of you." Nightecream mentioned over the comms. Calming down somewhat from the initial shocks of the new discoveries, her processor was once more thinking clearly. "We'll need a ship to get there, and a big, biiig gun on it to take down the Nemesis before they think to use it on us. Fortunatley, I know of one chassis that we might be able to convert to a ship that already has a big, biiig gun." Nightscream said, pulling up the blueprints of Trypticon.

It didn't need to be perfect. It just had to get them there. A few engines strapped on here and there and something powerful enough to turn on a spacebridge, which she would have to construct, unless... If he did stay behind as well, that would be the place for him to hide. a mildly disturbing thought made it's way to Nightscream's mind.

As far as the engines went, Nightscream was sure some could be salvaged form some of the downed autobot ships. A power core was a different matter, Trypticon's was never designed to work at the output of a spaceship. Maybe Iacon would hold the answer. Lastly, there was the final thing Prism mentioned.

"As far as top of the line upgrades go... I have some ideas. I can't really build another chassis for everyone, building one would be a stretch, but I could modify three enough to perhaps give us an edge." Pulling up Laserbeak's files, she looked at some of the Earth vehicle scans he had in memory. Instantly she found one that she liked. "Hm, yes, that would do." she muttered for herself.
Alien grass, alien mushrooms, all of the awesome plants ;P
No babies for you unless I play it stupidly like some asari =P My alien is silicon based life.
@Winter Kitten Naw I am just lurking until and if aliens become a thing =P
Now I'm not a woman with children so this is jsut me thinking aobut something I physically can not have the first clue about but I think I would preffer artificial than jsut going at it with a random stranger.
TBH it's a tiny bit annoying to hear "TL;DR" after putting effort into the writing AND taking the time to actually keep up with all the other missions on top of that because I actually am interested in how they went. Go read it, scrub :D
Diamond - Skyhawk 3 to Beacon infirmary


Diamond tried to take a nap on their way back, but her mind refused to let her body rest. Her thoughts were a turmoil. There was some guilt - she was calling the shots when emerald got nearly killed. It was her idiotic call - to leave two people without aura out of their range while she and Esther ran up to lose the thing in a cloud of smoke so it could go after the two of them and it nearly got them both. She should have had them split up, leave the grimm doll to Esther and Tony and take care of her teammate. Why didn't she?! Was she worried about a credit drop if she didn't take part? Hardly. No, she was pissed off, and careless. That one was on her and no one else.

Then there was anger. Again they were set up to fail. Two out of two missions, they weren't really fighting the grimm, oh no - this was human garbage that did this to them. She didn't think to follow any leads up until now, but she was in no shape to do so anyway, and besides if she suggested that, she had the feeling she would just get stonewalled again and this seemed much too big for even her to tackle on its own. She was an expert on committing crimes, not solving them.

By the time they landed and got to the infirmary, all of the above has turned into rage. She should have been feeling angsty. Worried. Defeated. But all she felt was a searing knot in her chest and the need to clench her fists and just scream into the sky until her throat was too sore to yell anymore. The shadows she cast were flickering, their edges rippling and as if clawing on any surface they fell on.

She calmed down once she was called up for an exam. The doctor told her what she already suspected: That her arm could go fuck right off, all sensation in it lost until the end of time. There was a silver lining on the cloud, as the doc also told her that with the damage already done, she could now cast on somewhat greater level without any further damage.

She signed herself out right away, but pulled up one of the chairs in the room that housed the rest of her wrecked teammates. One by one they slowly woke up, easing her worries somewhat. They would recover, and then perhaps they could get to the bottom of all this. When she heard Emerald crying, the pang of guilt came back, armed with a stabbing knife. Diamond pulled up a chair and sat on her side, gently stroking the faunus' palm and hoping to provide at least some degree of comfort.
Manticores are nice lapcats compared to the twisted evils that Harimageddon came up with.
*twiddles thumbs and whistles, guilty of the same on more than one occasion* xD
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