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Skaiharinezumikouken said
God, I feel bad now.
Same boat!
Gnar The Missing Link said
Mega post
Killer job, Gnar. That was a great post.
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Same boat!
Killer job, Gnar. That was a great post.
Sven will arrive shortly and fashionably late (Will post once I get to a computer in about an hour).
Leonce stared at the boy that identified himself as Drake, leaving his hand hanging, unsure if he wanted to shake the boy's hand before everyone else. The blank look on the doctors face, followed by the comment by the spartan made it abundantly clear that this wasn't a moment of camaraderie. He had just successfully made an ass of himself. It would've been a bit better if Drake hadn't volunteered, at least then he would've been the only one to look like a fool and Drake didn't seem to quite understand why he would've wanted to volunteer in the first place. If given the option, Leonce would rather call it quits before everyone was forced to rely on him as he was on them once they began training, but it seemed they wouldn't be given an option to die just yet.
Things seemed to fall apart quickly after that. The cruxi were dropping down and already engaging. A spartan had destroyed Drake's left hand. Every second had become just a sliver more helpless than the last, more so when guns began to be handed out among the children. Drake had only the option to let it hand by his side, the expression on his face giving Leonce the impression that he was still in pain. "Leonce," He said quietly, putting a hand on Drake's shoulder, "And sorry for making us look like asses earlier." Leonce reached past him and grabbed a gun for himself, taking a moment to get a feel for the weight and take a glance down the sights while keeping it aimed at the floor, his finger pointed straight; trigger discipline still deeply embedded in his mind.
"Excuse me, gentlemen." He heard from the cluster of Spartans, seeing one of the pilots squirm her way through the mass of muscle and armour that seperated them from the chaos and their escape, a smirk building at the corner of his lips. 'At least someone was willing to get things moving,' he thought with a chuckle before grabbing onto Drake's right arm. "It'd be rude to let her go all on her lonesome. Let's go too. I'll get your back." Leonce flashed a grin at him and lurched after the girl, diving past a spartan who had turned to look at the escaping girl, Leonce hoping that Drake would tag along. He seemed to want to see home action and Leonce mostly wanted to see how this girl's plan would work out. Leonce had always been quick when he fought back home, his long lithe limbs making it easier to close a gap than most people and in a moment he had caught up with the girl, his rifle cradled tightly in his arms as he ran. "Finally, someone that makes sense," Leonce said between quick, sharp breaths, "I like your plan, girlie. Just don't be surprised if you, and me at this rate, get in some deep shit for this."
Things seemed to fall apart quickly after that. The cruxi were dropping down and already engaging. A spartan had destroyed Drake's left hand. Every second had become just a sliver more helpless than the last, more so when guns began to be handed out among the children. Drake had only the option to let it hand by his side, the expression on his face giving Leonce the impression that he was still in pain. "Leonce," He said quietly, putting a hand on Drake's shoulder, "And sorry for making us look like asses earlier." Leonce reached past him and grabbed a gun for himself, taking a moment to get a feel for the weight and take a glance down the sights while keeping it aimed at the floor, his finger pointed straight; trigger discipline still deeply embedded in his mind.
"Excuse me, gentlemen." He heard from the cluster of Spartans, seeing one of the pilots squirm her way through the mass of muscle and armour that seperated them from the chaos and their escape, a smirk building at the corner of his lips. 'At least someone was willing to get things moving,' he thought with a chuckle before grabbing onto Drake's right arm. "It'd be rude to let her go all on her lonesome. Let's go too. I'll get your back." Leonce flashed a grin at him and lurched after the girl, diving past a spartan who had turned to look at the escaping girl, Leonce hoping that Drake would tag along. He seemed to want to see home action and Leonce mostly wanted to see how this girl's plan would work out. Leonce had always been quick when he fought back home, his long lithe limbs making it easier to close a gap than most people and in a moment he had caught up with the girl, his rifle cradled tightly in his arms as he ran. "Finally, someone that makes sense," Leonce said between quick, sharp breaths, "I like your plan, girlie. Just don't be surprised if you, and me at this rate, get in some deep shit for this."
Avanhelsing said
Since I myself am bisexual Jake would be as well. So he's open to anything. Hit me up if anyone wants a realtionship straight or otherwise.
Samezies with myself and Sven.
Someone's awfully into boys love, eh?
I'll try to get a post up later tonight, but if I don't I'll get one up tomorrow night. Traveling home from Uni tomorrow, so I'm gonna be a little busy.
BB said
I think a part of the post explosion likely has to do with the guild being finicky and everyone posting when it goes back up again.
Certainly isn't helping things. Makes it a lot harder to keep up as well. Half the time one tries to read the recent posts, RPG is down again.
Solitary confinement Leonce could do. He had isolated himself since the death of his mother and that was much longer than a simple week. He would survive. A quick scan across the room gave him some confidence in his new comrades as well. Few of them seemed overly concerned for what was to come, though there was an air of worry in the room. Part of what was to come, Leonce figured as the doctor unveiled some snacks and drinks to which the white-haired boy took advantage of. The doctor went on describing what was to come until an interruption made it clear that things were not meant to last, at least here. They'd be abandoning their fortress which meant that a force much greater than they were able to fend off was coming. "Swell," Leonce sighed, hearing the audible hissing as the white-haired boy's metallic claws punctured the soda can that was now pooling at his feet. Leonce made his way over to the food cabinet.
"Hey," he said softly as he stepped in the pool of sticky liquid and began to root through the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of water, "I don't know what's happened between you and the Cruxi, but you're gonna have to store away those emotions. They'll get you killed out there." Leonce took a quick look at him, noticing the eyes, the sharp blue eyes that had a subtle ferocity in them, a growing rage abated by whatever self control the boy had. Leonce almost began to say something when he bit his lip. He'd talk to him about it later, just in case he was wrong. He didn't want to go around accusing his partners of being infatuated with the idea of killing Cruxi. It wasn't a healthy mindset, but it wasn't any of his business if they thought that way. Not yet, anyway.
"Hey, Doc," Leo directed at Lorenzo, his eyes quickly darting from the doctor to the other kids who had very mixed feelings about the news they had just been told, "The girl isn't exactly wrong. Some practical training might do us a world of good. There any chance we can suit up and deal with some of the Cruxi before we retreat?" Leonce looked toward the others, sure that some of them strongly disagreed with what the military girl said and he agreed on, an inkling of concern beginning to grow in the back of his mind. He'd have to depend on these people to help keep him alive soon and right now he doubted they'd consider giving him directions, let alone risk taking a bullet for him. "If possible, sir," Leonce turned and spoke to the doctor once again, "I'd be willing to volunteer to jump into a framework and test my mettle. I know a little bit about frameworks from my late mother. Maybe I'll be able to pilot one." Lorenzo had said they were absolutely expendable, so perhaps he'd be willing to throw anyone dumb enough to volunteer at the Cruxi. Worst thing that could happen would be death, something that wasn't too bad given the circumstances.
"Hey," he said softly as he stepped in the pool of sticky liquid and began to root through the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of water, "I don't know what's happened between you and the Cruxi, but you're gonna have to store away those emotions. They'll get you killed out there." Leonce took a quick look at him, noticing the eyes, the sharp blue eyes that had a subtle ferocity in them, a growing rage abated by whatever self control the boy had. Leonce almost began to say something when he bit his lip. He'd talk to him about it later, just in case he was wrong. He didn't want to go around accusing his partners of being infatuated with the idea of killing Cruxi. It wasn't a healthy mindset, but it wasn't any of his business if they thought that way. Not yet, anyway.
"Hey, Doc," Leo directed at Lorenzo, his eyes quickly darting from the doctor to the other kids who had very mixed feelings about the news they had just been told, "The girl isn't exactly wrong. Some practical training might do us a world of good. There any chance we can suit up and deal with some of the Cruxi before we retreat?" Leonce looked toward the others, sure that some of them strongly disagreed with what the military girl said and he agreed on, an inkling of concern beginning to grow in the back of his mind. He'd have to depend on these people to help keep him alive soon and right now he doubted they'd consider giving him directions, let alone risk taking a bullet for him. "If possible, sir," Leonce turned and spoke to the doctor once again, "I'd be willing to volunteer to jump into a framework and test my mettle. I know a little bit about frameworks from my late mother. Maybe I'll be able to pilot one." Lorenzo had said they were absolutely expendable, so perhaps he'd be willing to throw anyone dumb enough to volunteer at the Cruxi. Worst thing that could happen would be death, something that wasn't too bad given the circumstances.
Y'all are postin' so fast haha. I made an edit to my post to take into account what Lorenzo did to Drake.
Leonce walked along with the herd, his eyes flickering from kid to kid, taking in their appearance and spinning their stories in his head. They boy with the grey hair had an ax to grind. He had the eyes of someone who was angry at the world, though Leonce guessed it might have something more to do with the Cruxi. Most people had an ax to grind with them. There was another kid, a girl that was either his age or a year younger who seemed to carry some kind of complex with her. The soldiers and constructs they passed by seemed to be of little interest to her, almost as if she was bored with it all. Probably a military kid. Before Leonce could continue to do a half-assed psychoanalysis of his fellow pilots, the reached a room and were herded inside by their weasely shepherd.
They were told to take seats and Leonce opted for the one most near the door, as far away from the man that seemed to be waiting for them with devilish intent. A faint scent of cleaning solution lingered in the air, though that very well might have been in his head. This man, whom he was led to believe was now his father, was the type of man that Leonce would beat to a pulp for trying to do something shady to one of his girl friends back home. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that this man was ready to use, abuse, and discard each and everyone of them and not necessarily in that order. Unfortunately, there wasn't exactly an option to go back. There wasn't even an option to refuse, was there?
The white-haired boy spoke first, his voice slightly manic, his questions all surrounding the Cruxi. It was rare to hear of someone his age so interested with the Cruxi, even rarer to hear of someone his age imply that they were a scientist. Either he had an inflated ego or was a child genius. Leonce would bet money it was the former. The blonde girl he had been examining earlier spoke up now, her calmness drawing some of Leonce's curiosity. She definitely seemed to feel at home in this situation, something he couldn't say for himself.
Leonce let the doctor ramble on again, the man referring to himself as the father to all of the pilots again, sending a shiver of disgust through Leonce. There wasn't a very warm relationship in the doctor and his future, though the white haired boy's frustration with the doctor gave Leonce the idea that he would get on well with him. Drake's remark drew a sudden fury out of the doctor that neither shocked nor scared Leonce. The man was on par with your typical cockroach. Leonce made a mental note to talk with the white haired boy and get the kid in his corner before either the doc or the kid did something stupid.
Any more questions? A sigh drew out of his lips and he half-raised a hand, "Hey, Doc," he spoke up with an intentional emphasis on the Doc. He wanted to be sure that the man knew he wasn't going to call him a father. "How expendable are we meant to be?" Leonce continued on, his voice smooth and slow, his green eyes locked onto the doctor, "What's the expected mortality rate among us in the next few months? If you're willing to take on folks like us, especially someone like myself, you must be awful desperate."
They were told to take seats and Leonce opted for the one most near the door, as far away from the man that seemed to be waiting for them with devilish intent. A faint scent of cleaning solution lingered in the air, though that very well might have been in his head. This man, whom he was led to believe was now his father, was the type of man that Leonce would beat to a pulp for trying to do something shady to one of his girl friends back home. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that this man was ready to use, abuse, and discard each and everyone of them and not necessarily in that order. Unfortunately, there wasn't exactly an option to go back. There wasn't even an option to refuse, was there?
The white-haired boy spoke first, his voice slightly manic, his questions all surrounding the Cruxi. It was rare to hear of someone his age so interested with the Cruxi, even rarer to hear of someone his age imply that they were a scientist. Either he had an inflated ego or was a child genius. Leonce would bet money it was the former. The blonde girl he had been examining earlier spoke up now, her calmness drawing some of Leonce's curiosity. She definitely seemed to feel at home in this situation, something he couldn't say for himself.
Leonce let the doctor ramble on again, the man referring to himself as the father to all of the pilots again, sending a shiver of disgust through Leonce. There wasn't a very warm relationship in the doctor and his future, though the white haired boy's frustration with the doctor gave Leonce the idea that he would get on well with him. Drake's remark drew a sudden fury out of the doctor that neither shocked nor scared Leonce. The man was on par with your typical cockroach. Leonce made a mental note to talk with the white haired boy and get the kid in his corner before either the doc or the kid did something stupid.
Any more questions? A sigh drew out of his lips and he half-raised a hand, "Hey, Doc," he spoke up with an intentional emphasis on the Doc. He wanted to be sure that the man knew he wasn't going to call him a father. "How expendable are we meant to be?" Leonce continued on, his voice smooth and slow, his green eyes locked onto the doctor, "What's the expected mortality rate among us in the next few months? If you're willing to take on folks like us, especially someone like myself, you must be awful desperate."
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