I'd be interested in this. A fantasy mecha adventure is straight up my alley.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
That was an oversight on my part, I've changed it.
Either way that sounds bad, hope you get well soon.
Either way that sounds bad, hope you get well soon.
Apologies, right as I said that life got incredibly hectic (and will probably stay that way for the next month or so). Sorry, I'll be more on the ball in the future. ^^;
Anyway I don't think Seven's been in the city enough to get a feel of the local government, so the ball is being thrown to Balthasar. :V
Anyway I don't think Seven's been in the city enough to get a feel of the local government, so the ball is being thrown to Balthasar. :V
"It is...possible, yes."
Victoria...standing behind her colleagues, Elise quietly noted her colleague's discomfort at the country's mention. Kal'tsit had given her precious little on her fellow operators; she had been sent to Sargon on short notice, without briefings or notice common with such deployments. It was uncharacteristic of the doctor really, but Elise had long given up on divining her motives. The hag was often overly cryptic and long-winded, yet had a tendency to look right through an individual. Every encounter with Kal'tsit was akin to being peeled bare. Elise could already imagine her superior's cold stare from across the desk, as if she was being dissected layer by layer.
She gave a shudder. The less she thought about the doctor, the better.
Tearing her attention back to Ash Girl as she stare at the swordswoman, Elise finally came to a conclusion. There were too many reasons for one to feel dislike Victoria, and as much as she wanted to ask directly she had a feeling it wouldn't go well. On deployments the former Raider often preferred a comprehensive lay of the situation, yet an amenable relation with her coworkers trumped that. Besides, it wasn't like the Montpeliers didn't hold a vendetta against Victoria after all. Ursus might have been the greatest enemy for the Montpeliers themselves, but it was Victoria that had felled Gaul, that had shattered Lingones. There was...some animosity for that, to say the very least.
Blinking as she expelled the irrelevant tangent, Elise refocused on the task at hand. Customs...from what she had gathered Rhodes Island had at least a positive reputation within the city. Certainly, influence within the local bureaucracy was at least possible within other cities. She had even needed to throw the corporation's weight a few times. Within Hisn-ul-Zahra however...
"Or at least, it was possible elsewhere. Unfortunately I know not the company's position within this city to give anything definitive. Balthasar, you should know?" Elise shrugged. "Either way, bribery should get us by. Sargon isn't exactly known for its scrupulous bureaucracy.
Victoria...standing behind her colleagues, Elise quietly noted her colleague's discomfort at the country's mention. Kal'tsit had given her precious little on her fellow operators; she had been sent to Sargon on short notice, without briefings or notice common with such deployments. It was uncharacteristic of the doctor really, but Elise had long given up on divining her motives. The hag was often overly cryptic and long-winded, yet had a tendency to look right through an individual. Every encounter with Kal'tsit was akin to being peeled bare. Elise could already imagine her superior's cold stare from across the desk, as if she was being dissected layer by layer.
She gave a shudder. The less she thought about the doctor, the better.
Tearing her attention back to Ash Girl as she stare at the swordswoman, Elise finally came to a conclusion. There were too many reasons for one to feel dislike Victoria, and as much as she wanted to ask directly she had a feeling it wouldn't go well. On deployments the former Raider often preferred a comprehensive lay of the situation, yet an amenable relation with her coworkers trumped that. Besides, it wasn't like the Montpeliers didn't hold a vendetta against Victoria after all. Ursus might have been the greatest enemy for the Montpeliers themselves, but it was Victoria that had felled Gaul, that had shattered Lingones. There was...some animosity for that, to say the very least.
Blinking as she expelled the irrelevant tangent, Elise refocused on the task at hand. Customs...from what she had gathered Rhodes Island had at least a positive reputation within the city. Certainly, influence within the local bureaucracy was at least possible within other cities. She had even needed to throw the corporation's weight a few times. Within Hisn-ul-Zahra however...
"Or at least, it was possible elsewhere. Unfortunately I know not the company's position within this city to give anything definitive. Balthasar, you should know?" Elise shrugged. "Either way, bribery should get us by. Sargon isn't exactly known for its scrupulous bureaucracy.
@Nanolyte
If Seven uses her 'sight' on someone like Ptilopsis, would she see something different from a normal human, given that Ptilopsis' consciousness is partially (if not completely) computerized by an originium device?
Probably! Seven's sight essentially pings something different if they're sufficiently deviant from standard biology (unless you're literally half Originium Infected counts as standard biology).
Also sorry for being AWOL, i'll post in the next day or so.
Overcome with curiosity, Elise made no effort to hide her stare at Minimalist. From what popular rumour had it, the Durin were a decadent ill-mannered people, more intent on drunkenly wasting away their lives away then providing any good for the world. Now, Elise had long learnt to discard any broad generalities; such often were often manufactured by some faction or another of the nobility to further their own agendas after all. Yet his attitude...she would not come to conclusions just yet.
Tearing her gaze off the Durin, Elise instead put her mind on the tent. Few nations held interest in regions so remote as Hisn-ul-Zahra, even the most likely candidate of Columbia had little incentive-
Elise's eyes narrowed as she dredged up conversations from her memory. The demons. While her own battles against the otherworldly things were spent knee-deep in snow, she had heard stories of contingents being deployed far south of Ursus, to the Foehn Hotlands. So far south in fact, that it was just directly south of Sargon. Perhaps it was to do with the Collapsals? Yet that made little sense, even in the far north the capacity in which the Sargonians held the demons at bay were highly respected. There were even rumours that the Facerending Liches originated from Sargon, though there was little evidence to back that claim. More likely was that whoever had set up operations here was seeking the same artefact that Elise was tasked to destroy, which was a problem to say the least.
"Oh? They packed up so quickly?" Tilting her head as she faced Baltasar, then Aoife, Elise's mind raced. This tent was already getting more suspicious, and she hadn't even seen it yet. It would be crucial to move quickly and identify as much as possible then. Plastering a lackadaisical smile on her face, Elise's eyes glided across her fellow Operators. "Clearly they fear us, we must make haste!"
Tearing her gaze off the Durin, Elise instead put her mind on the tent. Few nations held interest in regions so remote as Hisn-ul-Zahra, even the most likely candidate of Columbia had little incentive-
Elise's eyes narrowed as she dredged up conversations from her memory. The demons. While her own battles against the otherworldly things were spent knee-deep in snow, she had heard stories of contingents being deployed far south of Ursus, to the Foehn Hotlands. So far south in fact, that it was just directly south of Sargon. Perhaps it was to do with the Collapsals? Yet that made little sense, even in the far north the capacity in which the Sargonians held the demons at bay were highly respected. There were even rumours that the Facerending Liches originated from Sargon, though there was little evidence to back that claim. More likely was that whoever had set up operations here was seeking the same artefact that Elise was tasked to destroy, which was a problem to say the least.
"Oh? They packed up so quickly?" Tilting her head as she faced Baltasar, then Aoife, Elise's mind raced. This tent was already getting more suspicious, and she hadn't even seen it yet. It would be crucial to move quickly and identify as much as possible then. Plastering a lackadaisical smile on her face, Elise's eyes glided across her fellow Operators. "Clearly they fear us, we must make haste!"
Sorry for holding the rp back, but probably only able to post tomorrow, have some stuff going on.
BTW, @Stern Algorithm, is the nationality of the tent identifiable?
Interestingly enough, the main plot of the RP is also about an extinct nation, if the whole ancient Egypt vibe hasn't been a dead giveaway.
Damn, that's a neat coincidence. Funny how that played out. :P
Now of course as a Frenchie it is my obligation to cart off the Not!Rosetta back home.
Hmm, she's more a blob of threads really, all people are to Seven.
But beyond that their proooobably simultaneously frayed and frozen simultaneously, with lots of the 'better' threads seemingly snipped off or frayed and leading to dead ends. Oh, and given the extent of Infection, it's incredibly 'twisted'. Probably manifests as some kind of mold growing on her that gives off very, very bad vibes.
While Seven can kinda deduce that Aoife has had a rough past, and has some connection to ice, she doesn't really know more then that. Her hatred for the sight basically means it's only useful for identifying human vs non-human and for general vibes. In the end it's manifestation is coloured by her experiences in the Infy Icefields, so she's more geared towards differentiating say, demons and humans compared to actually divining stuff through threads.
But beyond that their proooobably simultaneously frayed and frozen simultaneously, with lots of the 'better' threads seemingly snipped off or frayed and leading to dead ends. Oh, and given the extent of Infection, it's incredibly 'twisted'. Probably manifests as some kind of mold growing on her that gives off very, very bad vibes.
While Seven can kinda deduce that Aoife has had a rough past, and has some connection to ice, she doesn't really know more then that. Her hatred for the sight basically means it's only useful for identifying human vs non-human and for general vibes. In the end it's manifestation is coloured by her experiences in the Infy Icefields, so she's more geared towards differentiating say, demons and humans compared to actually divining stuff through threads.
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