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How dare you, Crysis was the eighth world wonder! It was so good it out arted all the other arts and became a physical presence! As for what's going on IC, I think it's neat, wouldn't mind seeing where it goes. I just feel as though Adrian wouldn't necessarily have much to contribute (other than fluff) that the others haven't already covered in this round.
I'm not sure if I should just sit on my hands right now, that drive seems like a priority.
There's been a lot of snow. I'll see what there is to do in a little while.
Adrian vaguely acknowledged Silver as the catwalks swung in on his battered GEAR. He sighed and found a step ladder he used to descend to the floor of the bay and removed his helmet. The damage to his machine had forced him to use his rifle for navigation and accidentally muzzle sweeping everybody in the vicinity repeated times hadn’t helped his mood, which, evidenced by the matted mess of his fur and his canyon ridge of a brow, wasn’t the happiest he had ever been. “Sheesh, what’d you do out there?” the lead technician asked him, “Strap a bomb to your forehead and headbutt them?” “Yeah, actually,” Adrian drawled as he leaned forward and clipped his helmet onto his piloting suit’s belt. “We went into a mine and some fuckers decided it’d be funny to rappel from the ceiling and stick mining charges on my armor.” “Looks like it held up pretty well, then.” “I guess… Probably a huge mess under the armor, though, and I’m gonna need the head replaced.” “Ah, that’s no big deal, we’re just happy to have some work. It gets boring around here.” “Be careful what you wish for, man.” As he exited the hangar, Adrian headed for the infirmary. He felt obligated to check on Kuraiko, since he had been in ‘his’ team at the time. He was determined to give the kid a piece of his mind, but the thought withered as he reflected on his own performance. In hindsight, it was pretty dumb. Can’t lecture people about the basics if you don’t follow them yourself. But by the time he made it to the infirmary, Kuraiko had already left, and nobody seemed to know exactly where he went. It wasn’t the bed quarters, the mess hall, the gym, or any other useful place to be on the cruiser. The time stretched on as he sought hints and directions from others aboard the floating, magnetic landship, until, at long last, he emerged on the top, outer deck. “Oh, finally,” Adrian muttered as he spotted kuraiko near the top of a small flight of stairs. “Flat on your ass to flat on your feet. You sure that’s healthy?” he asked as he appeared beside him. “Whatever. Anyway, you didn’t miss much. Th’ Captain decided it was a good idea to bring our GEARs into the mine, we got blown the fuck up, you know. It went about as well as you might think, but, fortunately, nobody else wound up dead. Everybody’s turning in now, so we should meet up with the Captain for our debriefing. ”
Whoops, I got sportsballed. I'll post this evening, for real this time. Didn't actually get drunk after the Patriots won, but, hilariously enough, I dreamt about getting drunk. I was pretty chill.
I'll probably post later tonight. Only RP so far that I've been in that has lasted as long as GEARs wasa my first RP ever—which I also GMed. It went for a year or two, then the site shut down, just before the climax. I think we all moved to another site one of the global mods made, and set out on a less successful sequel, lol.
Virtually every iteration of GEARs has been an advanced RP in a casual skin, IMO. I'll consider Thunderbolt Black, but no guarantees. :p I'll see what happens at the end of the week. > it tends to end up being a mess of jargon if there's too much of it Omega tango whisky to point alpha with a load of bravo foxtrot gammas on the airframe, move to intercept at my six at the point of impact in the zone of engagement on the double, then romeo tango beta, roger over!
So, I discovered I probably won't be making posts on Mondays. I especially won't be posting on Wednesdays, since I'll basically be on campus all day. But other than that, I shouldn't, theoretically, have any problems. So long as I can stay from the whole, "Aaaah, tomorrow," thing.
_Thunk!_ Adrian heard the impact of a marksman’s rifle on the shell of his GEAR and immediately swayed as he searched for the source. A second shot landed at the edge of his camera as he picked out the muzzle flash of the offending weapon. The sounds of battle echoing through the cavern rendered his machine’s audio monitors virtually useless. Fortunately, he had no need for them, when his target was in visual contact. “Alright, go, go,” a voice came over the external audio, followed by the scraping sounds of magnetic objects sticking onto the GEAR’s armor. Upon realizing what had happened, Adrian felt a swell of frustration, more than any other emotion. “Seriously? When? For fuck’s—” He growled, muted his GEAR’s microphones, and braced against his seat’s heavy restraints. He was just in time to ride out the blast of multiple explosives on the upper half of his GEAR. The curvy frame of the L-68, while not incredibly robust as far as a GEAR was concerned, performed admirably in deflecting the force of the explosion. When the dust settled the GEAR had taken damage and the pilot’s face was red with embarrassment, but both were still in working capacity. With a sigh, Adrian backed into the mine’s tunnel, where a sure roof sat over his head, and swapped his pistol for his rifle. “I guess I’ll look _up_ next time,” he grumbled as he stewed in the darkness of his machine’s cockpit and squinted at his auxiliary monitory. “Thanks,” he said over the radio, before he took up a position to cover the cabin and its surrounding area.
I'll be posting sometime today or tomorrow. Also, I would not mind a job just short walk from home...wouldn't beat the walk from the bed to the home office, though. ;v
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