Edit: Nevermind, skipped over two posts above.
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The Lorn Mother
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Came down with something real nasty and was out for a few days, feel better now. I'll see if I can get a post out in a bit.
Will have a Yuke CS up in about two hours or so, just need to run some errands before finishing it.
I've only ever met one person who managed to get a link cable. You can't even emulate multiplayer properly because of the wonky multiplayer system.
...The radar/minimap GBAs were a nice idea, though. Makes me think that it was the inspiration for the Wii U gamepad.
...The radar/minimap GBAs were a nice idea, though. Makes me think that it was the inspiration for the Wii U gamepad.
Interested! For the record, this is going to follow the first game on the GC, right?
Aren't the thugs two blocks over?
Don't beat yourself up over it, we all experience that at some point.
Protozoan (3, 4, 5)
Proto's mandibles clattered in deep thought as he considered the feasibility of this request. After a few seconds, he shook his head. "No can do, least not at full strength. I'm sorry, but if I had known ahead of time I wouldn't have gone chosen what I did." His head sagged, clearly disappointed in himself. If only they had two more hours, he'd be able to barely squeeze out a power reassignment and be at full strength for this assignment. "With the time we have, I can change powers in about... fifteen hours or so. I can have strength, durability, and senses at half strength, gas and wings are what I have left that would work at their full potential."
With that said, he turned to acknowledge the two others in the kitchen in his garbled voice. "Diana, Ignatius, hope you two had a good morning." He spared a raspy chuckle. "Pass me a peach, will you? Hungry."
Proto's mandibles clattered in deep thought as he considered the feasibility of this request. After a few seconds, he shook his head. "No can do, least not at full strength. I'm sorry, but if I had known ahead of time I wouldn't have gone chosen what I did." His head sagged, clearly disappointed in himself. If only they had two more hours, he'd be able to barely squeeze out a power reassignment and be at full strength for this assignment. "With the time we have, I can change powers in about... fifteen hours or so. I can have strength, durability, and senses at half strength, gas and wings are what I have left that would work at their full potential."
With that said, he turned to acknowledge the two others in the kitchen in his garbled voice. "Diana, Ignatius, hope you two had a good morning." He spared a raspy chuckle. "Pass me a peach, will you? Hungry."
Around what time is it for the Renegades? I'm going to need to keep track of time, since Protozoan's powers reset on a strict schedule.
Protozoan (3, 4, 5)
Protozoan stared at himself in his room's mirror, admiring his newest form. Around six feet tall, mottled brown carapace, rigid arms almost as big as tree trunks, insect-like head complete with mandibles and iridescent segmented eyes. Nice, he thought to himself; first time in a while he'd had an insectile form. Those tended to be smoother, chitin tended to cover up the rougher edges.
A sound from the kitchen caught his ears - or whatever he had grown in place of them. One of the their employer's couriers had made his presence known, talking about a task. The condescending attitude of these people absolutely pissed him off. How dare they speak to the Renegades like that. If Nathan wasn't there to hold him back, he might just-
"Yo, get your asses to the kitchen. We got work, and a big payday!"
That snapped him out of his internal tirade. If Nathan needed something done, he needed to be there. With a huff he tossed his blue sash over his shoulder and started lumbering his way towards the kitchen, careful not to knock over any of the bits and bobs in his way. "I'm here, what'dya need?" His voice cracked, the mandibles were clearly not designed for human speech.
Protozoan stared at himself in his room's mirror, admiring his newest form. Around six feet tall, mottled brown carapace, rigid arms almost as big as tree trunks, insect-like head complete with mandibles and iridescent segmented eyes. Nice, he thought to himself; first time in a while he'd had an insectile form. Those tended to be smoother, chitin tended to cover up the rougher edges.
A sound from the kitchen caught his ears - or whatever he had grown in place of them. One of the their employer's couriers had made his presence known, talking about a task. The condescending attitude of these people absolutely pissed him off. How dare they speak to the Renegades like that. If Nathan wasn't there to hold him back, he might just-
"Yo, get your asses to the kitchen. We got work, and a big payday!"
That snapped him out of his internal tirade. If Nathan needed something done, he needed to be there. With a huff he tossed his blue sash over his shoulder and started lumbering his way towards the kitchen, careful not to knock over any of the bits and bobs in his way. "I'm here, what'dya need?" His voice cracked, the mandibles were clearly not designed for human speech.
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