It does seem like a bit much to expect a GM post after 3 posts... Well, I'll get started on a reply anyhow.
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@Rylonia What's our posting order meant to be like? Do we just write to each other until you have something to add, or is it always gonna be one round of us then you?
I like the chapters idea, too.
I like the chapters idea, too.
Mwahahahahaha... haha? :P I got that impression a bit. But I'm far better at downgrading abilities than I am at upgrading them, so I find it difficult to make powerful characters right off the bat. I am all for them growing stronger though, should be fun, this discovering stuff. :D
Also, posted! I had some of it prewritten because excitement levels... But hopefully it works? If it needs edits, just let me know. ;)
Also, posted! I had some of it prewritten because excitement levels... But hopefully it works? If it needs edits, just let me know. ;)
There were echoes of beaten metal drums making uneven rhythms around her when she woke up. It was dark and cold and strangely comfortable for a moment before she opened her eyes. Before she took a breath and started to cough—sudden noise bouncing off too close walls—rolled over, sat up and almost hit her head. That’s when she found her first question.
What?
The small space was as unfamiliar as the hand she raised to press against the wall, sliding her fingers lightly over smooth contours absently. Letting touch tell her what dim light and obscure shadows could not. Definitely a tight fit. So, where…? The second question was much easier to answer. Her mind stopped searching as soon as her fingers closed around the latch and, without thinking it through, forced it forward, sharp and fast and inconsiderate of the mechanisms involved. She’d found the door.
It groaned and hissed complaints, but slid jarringly out of the way, and she found herself squinting in the half-light, blinking at the chilling sensation of water on her skin, catching at her hair and rolling down her cheeks. Fracturing the yellow glow from outside. Stepping slowly out of the small space into the large, she hung onto the edge of the doorway. For balance, but also because its smooth and constant chill seemed less daunting than the wide open space she found upon following the brighter light with her eyes and looking up, up, up against the rain.
A vast, murky weight overhead. And… simple susurrations of wind and water striking metal and stone and dirt and pooling puddles and glass. It felt empty though. It looked deserted, disturbingly so, though she wasn’t sure why it bothered her. Something about the stillness unsettled her. For several breaths, all she could do was wonder why. And she stood like that, green glints shining off her shoulders, arm still stretched between her and the pod, dark hair flat to her skull and catching itself on her mask as she turned her head, looking from the pod, with its dull sheen and simple siding, to the buildings and cars she didn’t recognize. There weren’t any familiar landmarks whatsoever, but… She couldn’t think of anything that would have been familiar.
The same question, but on a much broader scale, came back to her then. Where is this? And when a new noise made her start into a spin, dropping to crouch beside the pod and stare across the street at another one just like it, new questions followed. She couldn’t recognize the person who stepped out either. Yet, unlike their surroundings, she… they, they were both more familiar, somehow. Like she was supposed to know them, and if she waited long enough, she’d be able to-to… To what? Name them? She couldn’t even name herself!
….
Couldn’t… name… herself?
“I-” Eyes wide and white as that revelation struck her out of her daze, the woman’s voice crackled unpleasantly from behind the mask, and she winced instinctively, closing her teeth against the words. A hand automatically reached up to retract the mask, but she wasn’t really thinking about that. Too busy trying to understand the rest of this situation. But there wasn’t any answer in her head, or anywhere she looked. Not outside, but, maybe-?
She disappeared back into her pod in an ungainly scramble. There had to be something, right?
What?
The small space was as unfamiliar as the hand she raised to press against the wall, sliding her fingers lightly over smooth contours absently. Letting touch tell her what dim light and obscure shadows could not. Definitely a tight fit. So, where…? The second question was much easier to answer. Her mind stopped searching as soon as her fingers closed around the latch and, without thinking it through, forced it forward, sharp and fast and inconsiderate of the mechanisms involved. She’d found the door.
It groaned and hissed complaints, but slid jarringly out of the way, and she found herself squinting in the half-light, blinking at the chilling sensation of water on her skin, catching at her hair and rolling down her cheeks. Fracturing the yellow glow from outside. Stepping slowly out of the small space into the large, she hung onto the edge of the doorway. For balance, but also because its smooth and constant chill seemed less daunting than the wide open space she found upon following the brighter light with her eyes and looking up, up, up against the rain.
A vast, murky weight overhead. And… simple susurrations of wind and water striking metal and stone and dirt and pooling puddles and glass. It felt empty though. It looked deserted, disturbingly so, though she wasn’t sure why it bothered her. Something about the stillness unsettled her. For several breaths, all she could do was wonder why. And she stood like that, green glints shining off her shoulders, arm still stretched between her and the pod, dark hair flat to her skull and catching itself on her mask as she turned her head, looking from the pod, with its dull sheen and simple siding, to the buildings and cars she didn’t recognize. There weren’t any familiar landmarks whatsoever, but… She couldn’t think of anything that would have been familiar.
The same question, but on a much broader scale, came back to her then. Where is this? And when a new noise made her start into a spin, dropping to crouch beside the pod and stare across the street at another one just like it, new questions followed. She couldn’t recognize the person who stepped out either. Yet, unlike their surroundings, she… they, they were both more familiar, somehow. Like she was supposed to know them, and if she waited long enough, she’d be able to-to… To what? Name them? She couldn’t even name herself!
….
Couldn’t… name… herself?
“I-” Eyes wide and white as that revelation struck her out of her daze, the woman’s voice crackled unpleasantly from behind the mask, and she winced instinctively, closing her teeth against the words. A hand automatically reached up to retract the mask, but she wasn’t really thinking about that. Too busy trying to understand the rest of this situation. But there wasn’t any answer in her head, or anywhere she looked. Not outside, but, maybe-?
She disappeared back into her pod in an ungainly scramble. There had to be something, right?
I was thinking 02 would sort of have a cautious approach by disorienting her targets and then knifing them while they're dizzy. Or just blowing them away if she ever manages that. lol But yeah, I was trying for a long range type, though I did find one with a rather nice looking electricky mace that did tempt me. :P It was between the voice and a bow and arrow, and I liked the look of this pic better. I'm a sucker for aesthetics?
Okies.
Also, snrk, out of context, planning to be committed is not the best life goal.
Also, snrk, out of context, planning to be committed is not the best life goal.
So, how much are the characters supposed to know about the things they're capable of from the get go? Are they clueless there as well? Is it more of a muscle memory/instinct that'll kick in when they need it or are they gonna have to explore everything about their suits and personal capabilities before they can use them? Mix of everything?
Also, I do plan on being committed. I very much do.
Also, I do plan on being committed. I very much do.
Sweetness! I'll get her up!
I couldn't find a good anime pic representing a similar concept, because apparently I suck at searching for images. I did find a few other concepts I might go with if this doesn't work out, also, not anime....
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