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In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Shieldmaiden
Victoria van Dyne
Location: Framework simulation
Skills: Armored ground combat, Hacking
Equipment: Shieldmaiden armor
As soon as the simulation loaded, Victoria took inventory of the area. The hunger games motivation was clear at the first look. Which could be expected for a battle royale. Still, the grassy plain offered little to use in the terms of terrain, pretty much only giving Leah things to work with. Victoria would have preferred something with a few more hazards to use, like Mustafar. As soon as she saw the clear sky above though, her plan kicked into motion and she launched up...

...only to flatten against an invisible barrier. "I will f****** stab you, rabbit cat lady, and make a hat out of your fur!" the girl growled out loud as she returned to the ground. With the limited space, there was no point in flying and wasting all that power, when it would only give her a second at most more to react to a rick pillar rising to meet her or similar attacks. Dropping back to the ground, Victoria took a look around to locate targets just as Usagi told them to start murdering.

Without flying, she had pretty much all of her generators available to defend or attack with. She toyed with the idea of fighting everybody all at once, but the wise words of one Londo Mollari echoed through her mind. It would be much more sound tactic to eliminate the biggest threat and mop up the rest later. The biggest threat would obviously be the technopath among their midst. A fine plan, however there appeared to be a volunteer for punishment.

Turning to face Leah, Vicky ran perpendicular to Leah's approach. Being a stationary target was a stupid idea. She fought the urge to cheer. Vicky had no idea how was it that in two years she has never faced this one in combat class, which was a damn shame as from her observations, Leah actually wouldn't break apart if she jokingly punched her while armored. Focus, stupid! she thought, raising her arms and firing off her attack, while keeping attention at her sensors to keep aware if someone fancied stabbing her in the back.

In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Shieldmaiden
Victoria van Dyne
Location: Framework lobby > Framework
Skills: None
Equipment: Shieldmaiden armor
Alas, the last of them arrived. Try as she might, Victoria could not figure out whether Zari was even in the room in the morning - maybe buried under her blanket? - with how busy she was admiring her new piece of kit. She mentally kicked herself, noting that she was not going to win any favors like that. Maybe she should make breakfast? Are you trying to poison her, dummy? Remember the last time you wandered into the kitchen? she berated herself. However, the roommate did not seem to give her any grief for it, and Vicky decided to roll with it.

The infernal spawn then talked again, only convincing Victoria further that the worst joke here was the teacher. The news that the game was rigged was not entirely news, what with the Young Avengers remaining a team across multiple years, but hearing the details, she had to admit, stung. Not because it was happening in the first place, but because she didn't hear it from Cas. Come to think of it, recently the two of them seemed to be growing a bit more distant, hardly ever seeing each other despite literally living under the same roof. Which sucked, and Vicky suspected a little bit that her handlers may have had a hand in that to force her to interact with other people some more. But in the superhero scope of things, it did not matter. Victoria could not care less about the Contest of Champions, rigged or not. She was here to learn how to be good at the job of protecting the people, not to with the contest or become an Avenger.

As soon as she heard the assignment, she was on her way to the dressing room. She picked up her size and was down to her bra before the door even closed behind her. Few seconds later she was back out, deciding she vastly preferred her actual armor even for the Framework linkup, but she was not about to waste quarter hour of everyone's time to go suit up. Stopping by Usagi's table, she wanted something clarified: "Do you want me to go with armor or without? Judging by what you said so far, I'd say you'd like to see if I can nuke a town, but just in case I'm wrong..."

Usagi smirked looking at Vicky. “I’d like to see you try to actually go without one of these days, blondie! But inside the Framework, sure, put on the tin can.”

"That can be arranged." Vicky gave Usagi a predatory grin. She would have preferred to have some training time with her new toy, although for now she set her tank into the 'suited' preset. Thinking on it a little more, maybe it would be best to train a bit before ahving four others descend on her in a fight. "Any briefing on what's the sim, or do we get a surprise?"

"It will be a surprise!"

Naturally. Nodding, Victoria walked over to the tanks, plugged in the links and engaged the sim. As it loaded, she wondered whether there would be any countdown before start, or if they were to start slaughtering each other as soon as the simulation loaded. Something she could also have asked while she was at it, but in the end, it did not matter too much to her. If she found herself in the open area, she would fly up immediately to get a lay of the land, and if there was a roof in the way, she would look for cover to get behind, just in case. And maybe get ready to put an outward repulsor field around me, just in case someone thought I'd make an easy target.

She quickly reviewed her files on everyone again, as her previous deliberations about team synergies weren't exactly useful right now. Arcade was an unknown, but unless he started hacking the Framework, he looked like a bit of a pushover for now. Leah could control potentially affect cover and the very ground under their feet, so hovering might be a better tactic than walking, even if it would waste power. Diana could zoom around the field, the worst thing was going to be landing hits on her. She would have to catch her unawares, probably from long range. Zari... would depend on the terrain. She had a feeling there would only be one winner though, and not any of them. "Usagi will have blood. Mine or theirs." she grumbled as the world finally loaded around her.
In Savage Beast Wars → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
TBH this has been feeling like it is on life support for a while xD
In Rise of Rasalhague → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Katrina Blut
Location: Briefing room > 'Mech bay
As the jump signal chimed in, Katrina remained seated. She has been through more than enough jumps to know her stomach could take it, or to get used to it long before now. The other issue, well... If the hsip could only do a 1G burn in the direction it was intended to transfer loads through, she figured it would either be a smooth jump, or explosive decompression. Once the jump passed, she observed the wounds on the planet and the location of the enemy base. "Underground, you say? Would be a real shame if someone closed all but one entrance and pointed a flamer into the last one." she snorted. The RoEs seemed straightforward enough to her: Kill anything trying to kill you, ask questions... maybe.

Finally it was time to rip off the Band-Aid and go visit the 'Mech bay. The fact that, even as they approached, the chief technician could be heard loudly announcing some for the mechs were for all intents and purposes nonfunctional, was not very encouraging. One quick glance over the contents of the bay made the corrners of her mouth droop. The only thing equipped with her beloved LRMs was the Draconian heavy, which she would not fucking get near if she could help it. While it could get to a decent speed, she would vastly preffer something heavier on missiles and with no AC. Of course, it was too much to hope for a Catapult. The regulars probably snapped those up quickly, if the republic had any at all.

At least the chief seemed to insist on some competence among the crew. It wouldn't help them much in the present mission, but perhaps she could strike a deal and pass on some of her wisdom and experience from her own days in such a position. My knowledge is a bit dated, but then again, so are these 'Mechs. I might even be able to teach her a thing or two about these things. she nodded to herself with a smile. Smile which quickly faded as the more able-bodied of the crew at times sprinted towards some of the 'mechs to claim them. She shot a nervous glance towards the trash can as she walked along the bays to make her pick, made at ease with the fact that there seemed to be more 'Mechs then pilots available, so that it was certain there would be an alternative left. She briefly thought of challenging the Draconis girl to rock, paper, scissors for the Dragon only for the heck of it, but the thought vanished as she walked past the Wasp.

It was the 'Mech that the Valkyrie she used to drive replaced. Far be it from being similar, having a machine gun instead of an LRM. She would rather carry a few RPGs in the cockpit and fire those hanging upside down from the hatch, go all the good an MG would do against anything that was not infantry or light vehicles. Still, could be worse. It could have been the stock variant with the pathetic SRM-2. The medium laser she was plenty familiar with. It was not a bad choice, but she did have a look up and down the line to see what remained available. The javelin was a no-go, unless she could trade Nakano for the LRM launcher. Something to talk about later. The Panther had a loadout she was wholly unfamiliar with, having last fired a PPC in basic training. Her eye fell on the FedSun refit of the Raven. The large laser was very tempting, however the absence of jump jets made Kat question if she was good enough of a pilot to get it in place where she could put it to use. A well-times pang of stabbing pain in her calf made her decide on a resounding 'No', and she climbed up into the Wasp.

Settling into the seat and blowing dust from the controls, she gave the cockpit a look over, a frown settling on her face. "Hey! I have a wad of duct tape holding my control panel together. Anyone landed on a museum artefact that is somehow worse off that is not an Urbanmech?" she called out. It was good thing that she had great many hours to get the machine as ready as she could with some time to spare to rest beforehand. Getting back out, she walked back over to Elena. "Chief, mind if I grab some tools and give the Wasp a look?"
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Shieldmaiden
Victoria van Dyne
Location: Framework lobby
Skills: None
Victoria greeted Diana in response as she joined her, sharing the general pleasantries but otherwise leaving well enough alone. As the rest seemed to come in, she absentmindedly noted that she seemed to be the only one who opted for the full length pants. The object of her curiosity arrived a bit later, and to her displeasure, there was absolutely nothing remarkable about the guy. A quiet one like she was up until now, forsooth. At least the rest of the team she knew something about, and started thinking of how their skills might synergize, whether in or out of a fight. It wasn't easy, ad quite a few of them could do a lot of things. They even had two fliers! It made for a nice redundancy, but she was curious to see whether it would also lead to a delay in deciding who would act how, which would be a no-brainer if they were all specialized. She figured out when suited though, she would probably be called to tank damage. I swear, if I end up being the only meat shield, I am billing the repairs to the rest of them. she groaned internally.

Then her mind did the equivalent of a gramophone skipping over a record scratch. Hol'up... Where is the roommate? she asked herself, starting to look around as if Zari was just hiding from her view. Come to think of it, I did not notice her anywhere in the morning. Should I call her? But why should I be responsible for her timekeeping! She knows we have class. Right? I mean I did put the letter on the table, rather than leaving it in her way if she came to the dorm, but still, surely she would have checked the schedule? Come on, she's an adult! Oh my god, is this my fault?! Ohhhhh, she's going to flip on me like yesterday, I bet! FML, where's my phone! she groaned inwardly, patting her pockets.

Vicky was about to call Zari up when a fuzzball launched from above and attacked them, jumping between Leah and Diana before settling her eyes on her. Giving the teacher her best 'Try it!' face, she sent power to the Powerglove, her eyes tracking the infernal creature. But the teacher seemed to think better of it in the end, which Victoria was glad for - She didn't dare guess if blasting her out of the sky was the correct move. The teacher then proceeded to yell something that sounded suspiciously like a shitty corporate interview rejection line about when one should arrive. She was with Agatha, the villains did not exactly sent a meeting invite with a timetable and agenda.

What followed was the weirdest introduction she has seen at the school to date. "Victoria van Dyne; I don't care; Cyan. Blood for the blood god!" she fired off her own right after Ed 'Arcade' Something. Sweet fortune, I don't like 40k, but if this teacher is going to be so over the top as that universe is, then she has earned Khorne's blessings. She fought the urge to cringe. Still she kept her eyes on the... Cat? Rabbit? In case she was to be a tackle victim after all.
In Savage Beast Wars → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
NAUTICA
Location: Bridge > Island
"Very well, on me. I swam around and there is nothing of interest in the sea in the near vicinity. If we lost pods over the sea, we will have to go further out, and I am not so keen on that without more swimmers around or knowing what sort of fauna is waiting there, so let's check the island. There is a good chance the pods' navigation system tried to route them there." Nautica noted, heading out the busted window again.

As she climbed up on the hull of the ship, she was starting to notice the finer details of her new form. First of all, her legs seemed to form the tail of her alternate form. As such, the tail fin transformed into her feet, making her basically walk on stilettos. That would be less than ideal, something she had to keep in mind for soft and uneven terrains, like the sandy beach at the edge of the island. Her legs were also a good deal longer than she was used to. Both of those gave her the idea that her kicks were going to be mean though, what with the leverage and sharp point on the foot. She bet she could also run a good deal faster now, assuming she did not lamed herself in the process.

Then there was moving overland in her alt-form. She knew she could hover in any fluid, including air, but she would really have to test her agility before she got into any serious action, the sooner the better. Speaking of, the jungle the front of the ship was buried in would be a nightmare to navigate for her. "So, any of you ever visited any place like this? Because it's going to be dark like the pits under all that growth." she asked her two compatriots, "Finding our own way is going to be a nightmare, let alone any pods."
In Rise of Rasalhague → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Katrina Blut
Location: Briefing room
If she was to be honest with herself, Katrina did not know what to expect of joining a merc band. It could have been a pirate crew pointed in the right direction. It could have been more about drinking beer together and occasionally shooting some stuff. It could have been a band that was about to go on a tour of the galaxy, showing it the real meaning of metal. She did not expect a military-esque style. What was the point of joining this rather than the military then? To do the same thing, only in more hazardous conditions and none of the logistical support. She had the distinct feeling she has been screwed.

As the piece of dry bisket that they were to call commander droned on, Kat was looking at the sketchy intel. Cicadas and Locusts. Both could do over a hundred kliks per hour, assuming they were well maintained. Bastards were not going to be easy to hit. At this point she thought that towing a small asteroid and dropping it at the pirate base was going to be the best solution. Of course, that would apparently be against some of her compatriots' morals. A merc with morals, hah! Where the hell did they find this kid, and did noone teach him the Ares conventions were repealed four succession wars ago? Not to mention they never covered pirates.

"I wouldn't count on the land being flat at all. Since the planet has been left to be rained upon by asteroids, it'll be closer to a moonscape, or perhaps Mars. Plenty of ridges and craters to get ambushed from behind. Also, if the atmosphere is as bad as it is being put, taking prisoners might not even be an option unless they just plain surrender when we show up. You get a crack in the cockpit and the radiation poisoning will be the least of your problems, you'll suffocate long before that. Speaking of, I can't exactly not notice that this ship is barely airtight. In what state of repair is the rest of the hardware? Because I'd rather enjoy asbestos cigarettes than breathe in any unweathered regolith." Kat frowned. She had half a mind to add 'And beers when, because I did not join a merc outfit to have my commander chekc if I folded my sheets.', but thought better of it - for now.
In Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥 → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Shieldmaiden
Victoria van Dyne
Location: Dorm > Framework lobby
Skills: None
Equipment gained: Powerglove
It was one of those nights Victoria decided to spend actually pretending to sleep. The inactivity helped her to sort out her thoughts somewhat. Or in this case, run through her audition several thousand times, trying to come up with what she could have done better. The car crash, that was just unfortunate. Sadly, not every time are they going to get on site while there is still someone alive to need help. Move on, or you're not cut out for this job. Victoria had every bit of belief people who wished to save everyone were going to end up neurotic wrecks before graduation. Still, could she have plugged the leaks? Welding was out of the question, she was trying to prevent fire and explosion. Pinching the cistern shut? That assumed she would not just tear it somewhere else. Did she even have time for it? Not likely, people were drowning and suffocating. She was happy with how she handled that. Much like the building that was set on fire.

The flooded area she felt could have done better. She had half a mind to break a few walls with her forehead for the stupid, idiotic, moronic, rushed decision to blow apart the building with a spheroid repulsor field. Spheroid! Over a basement! Did she have a glitch?! As if the first thing James told her when she took the first steps in the suit was to mind her weight so that she did not sink into some terrain. No, here the time pressure did not justify the rash action. She would have to do better next time. Check the water level in the basement perhaps? Yes! She could use a ground penetrating radar pulse to detect the air cavity and measure it's size. Good. It was an abysmal error, but I'll learn form it. Better a few bits in the Framework drowned than a real person if I did that in the field. she mentally nodded.

But, she kept coming back to the collapsed building. And she was drawing blanks. The radar pulse would not help her there, not enough resolution. There was just no way she could think of to accurately map out the internal structure of the collapse. Nor was any idea of how else to dig up the survivors safely. Maybe there weren't any? Maybe she took too long? She spent a couple of hours in the night reviewing materials on earthquake rescue. Usage of dogs lead her to an idea of using smell, but she could not reasonably do that without revealing her superior senses. Good for an actual situation, not for her audition where VEIL protocol still applied. She also found there were more hazard factors than she thought of too - Broken gas pipes, fallen power lines... Baaaah! That S&R class better deliver! she groaned inwardly, Maybe I could ask someone? But who would have the experience here? ... Oh screw it, I am so starved for ideas that I might just ask the next person I meet!

Before she realized her introspection dragged on for so long, it was morning and someone was knocking at the door. Getting up from the bed, she walked over and opened: "Yes?"

"A package for miss van Dyne?" the courier said, waving a small box in front of her face. Signing for it, she closed the door and walked halfway back before the knocking sounded again. Opening the door once more, she saw no one in the hallway. Ha, ha. Children, please... she pouted, closing the door again and only then noticing the envelopes on the ground. Picking them up, she saw one addressed to her and the other to Zari. Setting the latter one on the desk, she plopped down on her bed and looked up over the parcel first. Noticing the return address, she smiled. Cool! Something from home! Tearing into it quietly, a note was folded on the top:

Hi Tori!

I noticed you were working on something to help you respond more quickly if you find yourself unsuited and in a pickle. Great idea! You should hang around those guys more, if they help you improve like that. However, I need to point out a couple of things. One, using a pistol grip is not going to help you to shorten your learning curve too much. It is a completely different position for aiming. Second, under California law, you won't be able to carry anything resembling a pistol in concealed or open carry before you're 18.

Don't worry, I got you covered! Cassie is no doubt going to continue with that team of hers, but I have no doubt that you will ace your audition and deserve equal treatment. I don'T have the clout to do that, but... I can even out the playing field a little bit ;) Put it to good use and show the rest what you're made of! (Well, not literally, but... you know...)

You two come visit soon!

Love, Hope.

As she read, a smile was growing on Vicky's face more and more. She really felt lucky. Everyone else, they would have created her for a purpose, and that purpose would be the forefront on their interactions with her. The van Dyne household treated her like a person, like family. She still kept her purpose in mind, but she was allowed choice to pursue it, and do so because of her own beliefs, not because of being told to, with only minimal restrictions put it.

Unable to contain her excitement any longer, she bit her lip and reached into the box, pulling out a contraption. Upon seeing it, she instantly knew it was better than her design, and for a few simple reasons. The device was made like a glove, with a slot for the multi-field projector in the palm. At exactly the same place as with her armor, sans some thickness. Not looking at just the plain better ergonomic and the exploitation of the loophole in the wording of the law that would actually allow her to carry this thing around, another thing also came to mind - The glove part covered her skin, so she would be able to easily transform that hand into an interface mode, further easing up control. Still some way to go to besting the master. she thought, testing the contraption on. It fit, well, like a glove. She would have to get Hope something very nice for birthday.

Reaching for the envelope, she checked the contents of the letter. Ah. Well! The team she was assigned to looked quite like a powerhouse on paper. Between herself and Leah they could move building if it came to it, and they seemed to have serious brain power behind them as well. She was a bit saddened by the lack of a magician, but she supposed she could not have everything. The giant red flag was the Arcade guy, who, to her horror, was almost unknown to her. Did she miss a recluse even worse than herself? Well, at least she would have an opportunity to correct that mistake this year.

"Aigh't, back into the tank we go..." she noted, briefly looking over the shield from Agatha. Nope. She first needed to figure out how to make it last, without revealing her nanite skin. Next time, baby. she smirked and headed to the workshop to pick up one of the M-F generators before heading to the Framework lobby, seemingly ahead of anyone else.
In Rise of Rasalhague → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Katrina Blut
Location: Dropship port
Unlike others, Kat has arrived to the dropship in relatively high spirits. If there was one thing worse than getting your ass kicked piloting a Battle'Mech, it was having to drive an Agri'Mech afterwards. She imagined this was how combat pilots felt once they left the service and were made to fly airliners. 'I used to be a god, you know?' kind of feeling. That was why she signed up when she heard about the state sponsoring new merc bands, really. She did not mind if she spent the rest of her days in the repair bay, as long as she was closer to a battle and as far away as she could from any barns and cows and pitchforks. With her age, she was entirely fine taking to the field with a tractor and dragging a few 'Mech corpses home to cannibalize. That said, if she got a chance to drive a proper 'Mech again... Who was she to say no? Not that she expected to be given a pilot seat, looking like she was seventy and limping around.

The recruiter was priceless though. After the entire 'Blah blah blah Republic, blah blah blah Mercs, blah blah blah state interest. Blah blah blah.' speech, his face when he checked her credentials and found out she was fifteen years his service senior and her last rank outranked him was priceless. He first tried to recruit her back to her old post, and when he failed, tried to save face with something along the lines 'Well, the regulars don't take cripples anyway', to which she responded with "Yarrr, me peg leg can still kick yer booty down to Davy Jones' Locker!" After that, she got promptly ushered through.

That said, her enthusiasm was sustaining fire when she looked at the steaming pile of ship they were to call home for the foreseeable future. A black fucking eagle. Where did they did this piece of scrap, in the museum? That spaceframe must be composed of fatigue cracks and repair jobs by now, and none of the original parts could still be present. Right? "Well, at least I won't run out of things to do anytime soon..." She grunted as she stepped up the ramp, looking at the faces she passed by that likewise expressed various degree of disapporval at the ship's state.
In Rise of Rasalhague → 1 yr ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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