Mikellh Dejax

Destroy the Godmodder! (v2.0)

The chrome man, whose name shall be known once someone asks him it, looked on in slight anxiety, too much was happening at the same time, if they'd converge on the point of attack, which is the Godmodder, and they miss, they will be tumbling into each other and possibly kill-respawning each other, not that that would be a problem, since one who dies and revives doesn't seem to lose anything. Nevertheless, he will be alert, and will change their points in space into a different one if they miss as to avoid them from colliding, perhaps even change their position to be closer to the Godmodder and hit him?

Also, Charge 3/4

Destroy the Godmodder! (v2.0)

Of course, the pose was just a formality, he could just keep his charge up without any fancy positions. "I hope you don't mind." He said to no one in particular, and decided to change the charge on one of M's swords to negative, and change a part of the Godmodder's body's charge into positive, this way, M's sword would be attracted to the part of the Godmodder's body that is oppositely charged. He also paid enough attention that he would change the point in space where M's body was if he missed, bringing him closer to the Godmodder to attack once more. (Essentially teleportation, but more instant.)

Charge: 2/4

★Two Sides of the End☆

Piccard skipped class that period, and stayed in his own room, if it was either some useful subject like Physics or History, he would definitely not miss it for the world. But the current subject was English, and he already knows everything he needs to about his native language anyway. He was wearing his flight goggles while he tinkered with a certain machine, several sized lenses held up onto an inclined wooden base in no particular order. He set it under the opening in his window where the sun shone through. The sun's beam struck the first lens and focused into the next lens, into the next, and so on. He then put an ice cube underneath the last lens and on top of the ice cube, a piece of glass attached to a small tube, going to a different, sealed container.

The ice then started to melt, some into steam, others into water. The steam collected into the container above, and into the tube. A few drops of condensed water fell into the sealed container. After all the ice was melted, Piccard wiped the table of remaining water, and checked the container, there was only a slightly sizeable blob of water in the container. He sighed and immediately drank it. It wasn't productive, in fact, Piccard himself wasn't even sure what he was doing, but it was always healthy to have a hobby. He looked at the self-made clock hung on the wall, it was just about time for lunch. He went out of his studio-slash-lab, and into his room, he raised his goggles that he had forgotten to take off earlier, and wore his jacket.

He made his way to the cafeteria, and saw how packed it was, he slowly raised his right hand to his face, and slowly bowed his head into his hand. Facepalm. Yes, the consequences of his redundancy was rearing its ugly head once more. He sighed, and waited outside the cafeteria for the line to die down, one of the perks of being a tinkerer was that he was used to frustrating situations, and in turn was much more patient. The crowd finally thinned itself, and Piccard finally entered. Although, as soon as he stepped inside, instead of the usual chatter, he heard shouts and insults, he eyed the commotion with half-parts caution, and half-parts uninterest. He picked up a tray while still eyeing the two students arguing. He went to the hot food queue, got himself some turkey, and went to the soup line and got chowder.

Piccard looked back at the two students and saw that the commotion had calmed when he was finished collecting his food-stuff, one of the black-uniformed men was taking the two students out of the area. He now started searching for a table, and found where Aislinn, Clark, and the always-gender ambiguous Keepa were sitting, Keepa's true gender may trouble some other students, but to him, 'looks like a girl, sounds like a girl, is a girl.' So he didn't mind much. He made his way to their table.

"Hi guys. I'm gonna sit here if you don't mind." He said with a smile, his eyes going to each of them. He set his tray down and sat a few inches beside Aislinn. He gave Keepa a small nod and a smile. He cracked his neck to either side. "So Clark, got anything to trade? I happen to have something back at my room that you may be interested in." He said with a smile. "Aislinn, I got your commission, almost finished, I trust I'll get compensated handsomely?" With a sly smirk and a wink.

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Thats settled? Should I get a post up soon?

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Still, it would be interesting to see both of them trying to keep revising prices, say when Aislinn wants to commission something to build, and offers a price, Piccard offers a higher price, then she offers a price a little lower, but still higher than her initial one, and so on. Although, this would possibly stray into one-liner dialogues, which are not allowed here, so I don't know. Although I'd still like them to be friends anyway.

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Yeah, I've been thinking he could help Keepa augment their arm... maybe. And as ERode said, Katsuo could drag him to places and have him to build whatever the heck. Also I want Aislinn and him to be decent to good friends, since she shares some similar attitudes, I want to see an exchange when it comes to Aislinn trying to sell Piccard stuff since their both good at economics, and how hustle-y they get.

Is all that all right with the owners of the respective characters?

Also, who has a crush on Piccard? -^-

Destroy the Godmodder! (v2.0)

Apparently death is not final in this realm. He watched himself get punched by the Godmodder only to resurrect a moment later. He had not seen that punch coming for one reason or another, he theorized that the Godmodder can alter perception, be it a person's own perception so that even the fastest reactor can be caught by a slow-moving boulder, or the perception of time, so that the Godmodder can converge an attack, his opponent dodges, but he jumps to a timeline where it hit, replaces its reality with this one, so that the attack hits anyway. Its annoying really. The man shakes his chrome covered head.

"Of course, two may play the same game." He takes his hands out from his pockets and crosses them over his chest. Around him, time disrupts, light bends, and space and reality itself distort. He's gained an aura of rippling space around him, he can now look into the time stream, this prevents the Godmodder from hitting him using the Godmodder's perception altering (no-autohit, or at least a smaller chance now), then places his hands forward, making only the air in front of him super-heated, but not enough that it becomes plasma. Doing this, if the Godmodder were to attack him with his perception anyway, and is fast enough, he would burn from the super-heated air. He takes a step back, and clenches both his fists.

Charge: 1/4

Destroy the Godmodder! (v2.0)

Oh yeah, the GodM can auto-hit v_v

EDIT: Also, chromebro has only damaged the GM once since his arrival, the cloud of bullets was from another character before that I traded in exchange for this guy.

Destroy the Godmodder! (v2.0)

"Hm."

The chrome picks up a lone pebble on the ground, and tosses it at the Godmodder. The pebble, if it hits will have the mass of one mountain, if it doesn't, it will leave a crater and a large puff of dust in its wake, the chrome man will then manipulate, as the pebble hits the ground, increase the speed of the dust particles to 1.00c, as well as increase their temperatures to about 245 degrees Kelvin, effectively turning the dust particles into molten glass, all charging away from the pebble's point of impact, right at where the Godmodder would be.

(the particles would not be converging onto the Godmodder, but accelerating away, as if he was the point of explosion. Its basically a fragmentation grenade type deal, but instead of tactical fragments, its billions of small molten particles.)

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Character Sheet

- Piccard Edicci -
Aside change, the only thing constant is innovation.
Age: 16
Gender: Male

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- Aspect of Leonardo Da Vinci -

Form of Aspect:
Mestiere Staccato/Jury-Craft (Concept)

Appearance of Aspect:
A tattoo of two interlocking cogs on his wrist. Both have 8 teeth, but only 5 are exposed on either side. The gear on the right (In Piccard's perspective) is grey, the other, black. When Crafting, the cogs light up, the light making them seem to vaguely turn.

Xeno:
Mestiere Staccato, at its most basic, enables its user to create any none-electrical powered mechanism from anything plausible, in a matter of seconds. This Concept-type is different from other Concept types, in that, it doesn't passively grant its user increased endurance and strength, the Aspect gains a sudden burst of strength, dexterity, and perception only when they wish to create a machine. This enables them to break stone and wood with their bare hands, shape them into unpolished parts, and create constructs in a matter of moments, though how many moments depends on the size and complexity of the construct. The burst of empowerment only lasts as long as the item is being built though, so never can it be used for combat.

The constructs themselves, are very easy to break, and may as well crumble after moments of conception. Most susceptible to this are the more complex and sizeable machines. To put it simply, Items like throwing-knives, usually outlive items like crossbows.

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Personal Skills:
Fletching
Tinkering
Drawing/Sketching
Marksmanship
Intermediate Economics
...Can make scrambled eggs and instant noodles :(

Personal Belongings:
A small sidebag that contains some pieces of wood, stones, and rebar.
His dad's flight-goggles. He's never used this in conjunction with his Mestiere, as he wishes not to lose this at all.

Additional Info:
Piccard considers himself a pragmatist, though, a redundant one, he may want to finish his battles quickly and efficiently, but his habit for creating new things and trying new methods always gets in his way, he begrudgingly notices this, and repeatedly tries to rid himself of this habit, but also repeatedly fails. He prefers the solitude of his studio/lab, than the company of friends, but has no qualms about socializing, as a consequence, he spends more time with his none-Staccato creations (be it artwork or machine), than he does with other students and acquiantances.