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GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Adrian was relieved to know that the squad would be broken into groups, but quickly confused when the briefing ended with little mention as to exactly who would be in which team. The Captain knows what he’s doing…probably. I just have to trust him, hard as it may be. According to his habits, Adrian stuck to the edges of the group as he made his way to the hangar and found his GEAR.

Adrian stared up at the L-68, drumming his fingers against the sides of his helmet. The machine stood dead still in its bay while the techs sat by and watched. They passed the hare a few compliments about his great, “new,” GEAR, but mostly kept to their checklists, content to shake hands and be sure nothing had gone unnoticed. The mechanics of his old squad insisted upon giving the machine a fresh coat of paint and it made the GEAR look brand new on the outside. He had grown so used to the dings and scrapes along the sharper features of his mostly rounded machine that to see them all covered up in camouflage reminded him more of a toy than it did of a weapon.

“You want a stepladder or somethin’..?” The nearby chief asked as Adrian walked over to the L-68’s feet. Adrian’s ear turned to catch the sound as he put his helmet on.

“Nah,” was all the reply he gave. Even with all the things strapped to his harness and hanging from his belt, he leapt impressively high and latched onto a pair of anchors meant for tying down cargo and scaled the GEAR from its thigh up to the torso. “Thanks for the offer though.” He lifted the hatch built into the top of the torso and slid inside, securing his loose belongings around him before sinking into the pilot’s seat and pulling the hatch closed. A red safety light illuminated a fingerprint scanner. Adrian pulled off one of his gloves and pressed his hand up against it and after a few seconds, the GEAR powered up, bathing the interior with the combined illumination of the dashboard’s backlights and monitors.

The systems ran their own checks as Adrian put his glove back on and very briefly tested the GEAR’s motor functions. “Alright,” he mumbled and pulled the cockpit’s restraints into place. “Kelsea here, in the L-six-eight. I’ve been cleared.”

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

I don't really have a response that isn't just another joke. All I can do is own up to it and keep a closer eye on things.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Heh, sorry, I just saw the opportunity and dove for it. Don't really know how else to express it, but I've had that feeling many a time in the past...although, not such a recent past, I haven't been in many group RPs for years.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Rafale said
Yay! I'll post once someone else has posted because I'm lazy.

"You ever feel like everybody's waiting for you?"
"No, why?"

Casting for a dragon or human fighter.

So I’m looking for somebody comfortable with, "high casual," writing to play the role of either a midsize (I would say, elephant-sized) dragon or a human warrior called a gunslayer. I don’t care about gender. Sorry if this seems a bit scattershot, I really can’t figure out a better way to explain things, short of writing a whole codex. Which is kind of bad, but here’s the scenario anyway.
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The world of Terresta is home to all sorts of sapient life, humans included. The humans, along with every other species of intelligent life, are constantly threatened by monsters of all sizes. These relentless beasts are essentially a force of nature to the people. They can be killed, but every effort to destroy them completely has failed. Nests have been completely demolished and yet, the flow of monsters hardly slows down.

In response to these monsters, the Hunter’s Guild was formed. Based out of a large mountain, the Guild exists to recruit and train volunteers to become warriors dedicated to the art of monster hunting.

Among these warriors are a small group of magically acquainted fighters given the title of, “Gunslayer.” They are, for all intents and purposes, battle mages. They fight with exotic firearms—manabusses—that run on pure magical energy, casting both helpful and harmful spells with a few words of power and a squeeze of the trigger. Gunslayers are the ultimate weapon of the Hunter’s Guild, sent off without the slightest doubts of their success, with good reason: normal hunters embark with full parties and are considered lucky to survive their first encounter—but gunslayers often head out alone and return to the halls of the Guild, smiling and unharmed. However, just like most every warrior, the gunslayers don’t make their own tools. A gunslayer’s manabuss t is the product of a non-combatant wizard’s craftsmanship.

Dragons (or High Dragonkin) are perfectly sapient, despite appearing very similar to the monster hordes. Compared to the humans and other races of Terresta, they’re very strong and quite sizeable, yet have just as many troubles with the world’s monsters. Once believing themselves too great to be weighted down by the Guild, their opinion has changed since the rise of the gunslayers. The dragons that ally themselves with the Hunter’s Guild are often seen with whole parties and even more often in the company of their equals—the company of a gunslayer. These Guild dragons are armed just as well as any warrior.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Adrian looked back and forth and his ears turned independently of his head. They were all monsters as far as he could care, despite having names and backgrounds and probably not being out for his blood. All he could hope for, as he quietly eavesdropped on his new squad, would be for them all to get in their GEARs, so that he could forget their faces and recognize them as equals. Friendly, non-cannibalistic, and well fed equals. Even then, he would have a lot of callsigns to remember and GEARs to keep an eye on. He raised his hand.

“Captain, will we be splitting into teams now? Or will that sort of planning come after we do our recon?” Adrian did his best to speak loudly and clearly—even if what he considered loud was well removed from most of the others’ expectations. “I’m asking, because I would rather not work overwatch for such a large group on my own.”

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

I think my town is GMT-5. I'm not sure anymore, night and day are the same to me as of late. Ó _ Ò

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Modded Skyrim sucks you in and refuses to let you go. Myself, I've been playing Phantasy Star Online 2 a lot. I'll see what I can have Adrian do in awhile.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Hardness is not equivalent to volume.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Adrian sat on his bed with his head in his hands. He had only been a week out of his old squad, wandering loose during his transfer. He had no clue what to expect, other than, “Ain’t the same as the ol’ Long Patrol.” The Roughriders, as he had been told they were called, were about as far from the Long Patrol as they could get. They were dogs, cats…other things, just about everything Adrian had at one point fought or maybe eaten during his final year in Treminia.

“Let’s just look at this like another stage of rehab,” Adrian said to himself. “It’s not as if this wouldn’t happen eventually…I may as well embrace it.” He push himself from his seat on the bed and dug a hand under his scarf. The bright red length of cloth had served its purpose outdoors, keeping the sand from slipping down his shirt, but inside the cruiser, it did little more than needlessly warm his neck. Even so, the feeling of padding about his neck lent him a small comfort he wasn’t keen to abandon.

“Hundred-first! Fall in!” The call for attention was sudden, piercing through the door to Adrian’s bunk, clear as day. His ears flattened out and his head instinctively turned to the invisible source. It had yet to occur to Adrian that, no longer in the company of his sensitive, long-eared brethren, shouting would be much more common and that he, himself, would have to do more than gently whisper in normal conversation. He’d grown suspicious when the port workers and security asked him to, “Speak up,” but the new captain’s—Blade’s?—shout confirmed his thoughts.

Having delayed long enough, Adrian hurried through the door and into formation.