Ahh back behind the safety of the walls. Amelia was feeling her nerves relax a tad bit as soon as they were inside. Reality however proved to be just as how she always knew it was. The moment you suspect it’s over, it never was. Something would always go wrong, even if it wasn’t a world ending disaster. Out of nowhere the bus came to a screeching halt for some reason. Amelia didn’t have time to react, before she knew what was up, her face hit the seat in front of her and then she snapped backwards when the kinetic energy ended.
“Hell… HURTS!” She cursed, which was a rarity enough for her, but it really hurt. The impact rattled her a little bit and her nose was currently hurting. It didn’t appear to be anything too serious, but damn. She knew something will happen! SHE KNEW IT! It always did! Rubbing carefully her nose, and resting her head back on the seat she took the few moments afterwards to calm herself as they were finally at Assembly.
Once more on edge, Amelia carefully made her way off the bus, noting the info. So they had a bit before dinner. Luckily for her General Supply was very close, just on the other side of the street to the south. She separated from Riley with a bit of reluctance.” See you in a bit later.” She said to her love and against her inner voices of shyness, she gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, feeling now even hotter than the heat outside at the end. With that done, she bailed for the other side of the street, heading to Supply only to find Nikki outside. She nearly tripped from stopping suddenly.” Hey, I’m back.” She managed to say.” Is Auntie still in, I was told I have to report that I’m back to her.” She asked and looked at the girl.” Also thank you very much for the help with the dress. It indeed was quite a bit more comfortable with it.”
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Lisa Mason
Location: Medical(B) Skills: N/a
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With a tune Lisa was skipping up the stairs like she had done countless times in the past. Well not really countless, but she stopped counting long ago… or rather never did in the first place. For now she just wanted to leave this place, get home, chill for a little bit then have dinner. After that the plans were kinda hazy as she didn’t really have one, but she will figure something out when she gets to it. All was perfect, or rather that’s how it should have been.
Suddenly with no warning, Doc came hurrying for somewhere into colliding course with her. He startled her, maybe he startled himself also because his attempts to avoid collision ended up hitting into the fern. Lisa who was so very darn rudely pulled from her so far perfect day in an uncoordinated movement of some kind tripped over her own legs, falling forward towards him." Fu..." What transpired next could possibly called a slapstick routine, but it wasn’t really fun to experience. She was covered with dirt… and then even more dirt as her head went right for the fern and ending in the planter… which poured the rest of the dirt down her head and shoulders and now she had a nifty nifty hat… heavy hat with dirt in it even if the majority was now down on her and into her clothing too!
With initial instinct to curse, she found the taste of dirt… so she closed her eyes and mouth, holding out the string of curses, as she brought her hands to her head, struggling to get the planter that was so neatly on her head now. It wasn’t getting off… Made her want to curse more, hoping someone would help get this off her.
Finally as the bus started to move again, Amelia found her nerves calming down somewhat. A moving bus was a lot safer than a stationary target. She was still unarmed, but at least they were heading back behind the walls of the camp. She didn’t really want to venture out of the walls again within the near future unless it was absolutely positively needed for some reason.
With them moving, some talks were happening. She heard Atticus speak and mention Tati and Riley. Her eyebrow rose for a moment as she tossed a look at her lover who was done with work for the day. Well Amelia was happy for her and all that, but these talks really reminded her that she still had work to do and that this trip likely left Nikki to do the work for the two of them alone. She didn’t know if Nikki did the work for the two of them prior to their arrival in camp either, but it wasn’t a nice feeling she had. Now the work was given to both of them after all. She was going to have to apologize after she returns to work in a little while.
The talk then moved towards food and the possibility of fish. Fish was generally a great thing! Amelia was all for fish honestly, before arriving in camp, fish was really hard to come by because unless you had the time to go fishing, it was impossible to get any really. Besides real cooking beat the hell out of cans or other preserves. She then smiled as the walls came back into proper view and they were soon by the gates once more. So close to relative safety, she could almost taste it… Suddenly she turned her head back and looked through the window at the direction of the back of the bus, half expecting something to be going wrong very soon. If things were to go wrong, they would go wrong now after all and she couldn’t help, but worry about it.
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Lisa Mason
Location: Medical(B) Skills: N/a
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All things considered working hard and focused was a quick way to pass the time. Between some daydreams about her hobbies and the hard work to be done, suddenly Lisa realized the one most important truth for the current time!” … I’m done. Felt like such a brief time, especially today.” She uttered in a mixture of happiness and mild surprise. Putting the mop int the bucket and holding it as a legendary weapon, she took a final stock of the situation. Everything was properly cleaned! Checking the time, she was just in front of the schedule with acceptable spare time left.
Silently she gave herself a mental compliment for a job well done and then looked in the direction of the stairs. It was about time to bail from Medical as fast as possible, but first she had to put the tools, chemicals and everything away at their designated storage areas. As someone who did this on daily basis for many years even prior the whole shambling corpses walking the street business, it was a second nature to her. Making sure to arrange everything at storage as neatly as possible, she was finally ready to leave. So she went ahead and hurried to the stairs.
Lisa practically skipped her way up the stairs to the main floor on her way up. Being in a great mood right now she felt very energetic, especially if it was to leave work! Though to be fair she had well realized long since that leaving work, made pretty much anyone energetic. In all seriousness though, the fact she got a promotion and the chance to do something she really enjoyed, made her day and she was ready to share the jolly attitude with everybody!” Ahhh natural light~” She grinned having stepped out of the basement.
Naisha’s drones were on their usual active high alert as she was doing her thing, scavenging for parts. She was just getting into the groove, maybe allowing herself to venture just a tad deeper into the junkyard than her initial desires, but she couldn’t help it. Some good parts did show up, she found a few rather well preserved computer terminals that at some point or another were a part of a bigger system. She pulled the control boards and storage from those at lightning fast speeds as they were the most precious components and hid them away in her bag. Generally storage could be wiped clean and repurposed, but on occasion you might find interesting data in it. As for the motherboards and other similar computer boards, well she needed those and their chips for repairs and to craft new boards. If she wanted to build new drones, she’d have to assemble her own boards from scratch after all. Not that hard if you know what you were doing and had the right control board as well, though a decent CPU was always a must. This is why finding such well preserved parts made her very happy.
As she put away some decent parts away, filling her bag to a decent size, she heard the sound of rather loud buzzsaws.” … “ Naisha nearly froze at the extremely loud sound as her hands moved to the controls of her wheelchair, ready to switch to it’s motorized state to be ready to escape. It was obvious the sounds weren’t from a small tool. It was too loud and too noisy. Coupled with the signs and traces she had found across the junkyard, it proved something heavy weight was working in the junkyard, but she hadn’t seen any heavy crews operating here with heavy machinery equipment for that to be the case. A hunch was telling this was not a good sign.
When the sound of buzzsaws was followed by machinegun fire and a drake shot down from the skies, Naisha’s expression crumbled. This had the trade marks of a certain set of machines, but it didn’t add up, it couldn’t be the colliseum ones, at least not the old Cutty and Sweepy. They had no work here… finally she decided it was time to play it a bit safe and check what was going on with the current situation. Why would whatever was causing this noise be scavenging for parts though? She turned the wheelchair around and started moving in the direction of the exit for a little bit, making sure to put some more distance between her and whatever was making the noise, when she had a decent straight line to reach the exit of the junkyard, she took manual control of her Hound Drone since it had a camera and all that. She very slowly made it aim in the direction of the noise and very slowly ascend. Whatever was shooting down the drakes could very well shoot it down too, so she planned to raise it’s altitude very slowly as to not be easy to pick on any sensors and hoped that the distance and all the junk piles would provide ample cover for it in case it went wrong.
“Let’s see...” Naisha mumbled, controlling the drone in search of the potential problem in the junkyard. She was half tempted to send the protection drone to shield it, but if she did, she’d be defenseless herself and she wasn’t a fan of that option.” Where are you, you bastard… I swear, the noise came from that direction.” If this was a rogue shinra mech, this could be a good target to attempt to hack and acquire, if it was someone's possession, depending on whos it was, same good option. First to find it and check for the potential owners though. She didn't have the intention of stepping on any of the local slums power houses toes for the moment.
They all were loading onto the bus, but curiously enough Amelia actually didn’t pay as much heed to the people getting onto the vehicle this time around. She was resting her head on Riley’s shoulder and was deep in thought. Besides she didn’t have a weapon anymore, so she shouldn’t be worried about being on the lookout as much. If worst came to shove, she’d take a blow for Riley instead. Still as they were waiting for people to finish taking their seats on the bus, her eyes slowly opened, eyes drifting over to the outside via the window and looking at the graves lined up there for a bit.
She had finished saying her goodbyes, she didn’t feel as much emotions anymore as in the past when the wounds were all too fresh. Time had dulled it and she now probably moved on. It was time to return to safety and she almost couldn’t wait for the bus to start moving again. How weird was the human mind… just last night she was worried and concerned over the safety of the camp and now she couldn’t wait to be back there in… safety. No matter what the camp was safer than the wilds, but she felt weird about the realization of those thoughts. She just wanted this stability and safety to pan out in the long run, after the joys and conveniences of civilization, she didn’t want to return back to constant danger and walkers on every turn, witnessing deaths of people close to you at unexpected times.
In the end after pushing away even more stray thoughts she started chatting with her lover about their jobs again and curious events that happened. Amelia didn’t forget to mention the rodent encounter and so on.
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Lisa Mason
Location: Medical(B) Skills: N/a( Not feeling lucky. I’m scared)
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“...” Lisa was whistling a tune as she was busying herself like a busy bee around the labs. Clearing here, clearing there, clearing everywhere! A good honest work was the best after all, especially while your head was filled with other thoughts to keep your min occupied while your body was doing menial tasks. Time passed fast and there was no boredom for her. Granted that might be partly because of her own general personal preferences rather than something specific in the work.
Working with an almost relaxed and casual flourish in her movements, she suddenly halted for a moment, thinking about something before resuming her task. As the thoughts of the past had passed finally, she thought about the present. Well given the pace of work, she’d get done with a bit of time to spare so that was fine. Though she wondered what to do afterwards. Ideally she wouldn’t spend too much time tonight and get some rest for her new schedule tomorrow, but that also wasn’t the most enjoyable plan.” Maybe I should do something tonight, but not overdo it… cards?” She mused to herself and shook her head.” Mmm… “ There were more than a few possible options, but she wasn’t sure which one to pick. Well in the end she decided to check what Nikki’s planning for the night first and know if she would be home and when. Occasionally chilling at home alone without anyone to be around was nice as well after all.
“it’s probably time to get a whip of some kind...” Lisa mumbled to herself, cleaning a mop. It was a thing that was admittedly always on her to get list. Question was… did they have whips in the camp and if not, what would they want to make one." Well no other way to find out other than asking."
Naisha's trek through the chaotic streets of the slums weren't too different from usual. People walking up and down, heading to do their thing. Aside greeting the people she knew here and there, she mostly kept to herself, silently moving herself forward. It was hard not to notice the looks some people were giving her, especially the riffraff. There were always people who saw her as easy prey. It was the nature of things in the slums. Admittedly she had already taught many the errors of their ways when they came after her, or rather her drones did, but it seemed there were always new self proclaimed thugs all the time that weren't aware of who was who around these parts. Part of it was probably her general attitude of laying low and not making her presence known much. She sighed as she pulled her phone and checked her messages, the time and other misc info while moving herself over to a street stall that was selling junk food.
It was generally slow going for her because the streets in the slums weren't all quite properly layered with asphalt if at all in some cases. It was the reason why she had made her chair with slightly wider wheels as to not get stuck in dirt and mud quite as easily. That and few people generally were accommodating to her and stepping aside so she can pass more easily. Most were out for themselves only after all. With a bit of difficulty and after waiting her turn on the waiting line, she finally next to order herself some food. It was a familiar stall owner and the older man recognized her right away. He was selling hotdogs of some kind or another, she never bothered to ask what exactly was in it. Growing up on the streets made one forget such stupid questions after a couple of nights sleeping on an empty stomach." The usual, Naisha?" The man asked with somewhat of a tired voice as he rested his hands on the stall for a moment.
"Mm, yes. Just make it two and in a bag for later." She replied as she rummaged through her pockets and pulled a small wallet rather than a purse. From it she pulled enough gil to cover the price for two hotdogs and put them in the small tray for coins. The gil made a clanking sound as she dropped it and put away the wallet again.” Everything fine these days?” She asked the man while he was preparing her food.
“You know, the same old.” The man replied to her.” More patrols maybe, dunno. It doesn’t really matter too much for us in the slums at the end of the day, it’s mostly those fellas upstairs that should be concerned. As for me... I'm getting old... I'm guessing I won't be running this stand for too much longer.” He shrugged his shoulders. Shinra controlled the area, but the slums were generally left alone for the most part. Also with the literal hive of people down here, it was nearly impossible to find anyone. What better place to hide than here under Shinra’s very noses.” Here you go, 2 plain hotdogs without any sauces or spices.” The man suddenly said and handed to her a plastic bag with the food. She smiled to him, thanked him and after putting the bag away into her bag, she started moving away again.
The junkyard was already in view in the distance. Honestly it was a dangerous place if you ventured too deep into it, towards the edges it wasn’t overly big problem however. However she knew of the rather wild critters that liked to fill that space and she by herself wasn’t in the mood to fight with them. As she had finally broken away from the crowd and headed for the entrance, she suddenly stopped her movement.” I’d advise you to stop what you are planning right now.” Her voice echoed to the man who was walking with fast pace towards her just moments ago. He was frozen mid step.” It never ends well… Just leave me alone.”
“Hehe… what are you talking, girlie? I’m just trying to help ya.” The rough unkept looking man said. He had a very unlikable look.” Why don’t I help you move about and we can get to know each other better, what do you...” His words were interrupted by something metal flying into an arch and then nearly hitting him in the head. He barely caught what it was at first as a metal looking disc was now flying around between him and his prey. He was about to reach for his weapon before a the disc flew in direct line for him at low height and whacked him right into the legs, causing him to fall to the ground. A rather loud cracking sound was heard when the drone hit the man's leg. It then hovered for a bit, before returning to Naisha.
“Sigh… well let this serve as a lesson to you. And anyone else watching today.” Naisha stated and started moving back into the junkyard. Some parts of the junkyards would be guarded and patrolled sometimes, but as far as she was aware this one wasn’t. She didn’t plan to enter deep into it, but as she rolled her chair into it, she activated her main utility drone. It had a gun and a camera and she had programmed basic watcher function into it similar to old security measures. It took a record of the area and if something changed into it, it gave a signal. Her defensive drone was also hovering still, so she had choices on how to proceed if the need for those arose. With those ready, and hovering on both side of herself, she started moving down between the mountains of different junk, looking for parts. Today she was mostly here for electronics, looking for good chips and boards she could repurpose for her needs. In this case she wanted to build a new drone and needed a lot of parts for it also in general simply so she could live. She mostly made her gil by repairing things like computers and other electronics. She also got gil by messing with Shinra, but that was a slow burner and she had to be extremely careful to not leave an easy money trail right to her doorstep, as such money gotten by messing with Shinra was usually only digital, she rarely cashed it out. She used it also digitally, making sure to leave no trail leading them to her directly. This is why her living expenses for food and the like came from her job of repairing stuff.
“Hmm… maybe?” She mumbled as she went to a nearby pile of different junk and rummaged through it, she thought she had seen something but it was a bust. In any case there was a lot of junk to go through, she was bound to find a thing or two of use. Though now the thought of that sweeper schematic was buzzing in her head. If she could get it and build one of those… granted her to do because of it’s sheer scale, but… if she did it would be great tool to use. What’s more she could always make it a more of a transport thing than simple automated weapon. Now her head was filled with thought of her riding a modified sweeper as a combat mech right through the front doors of Shinra and rampaging.” Hehehe...” She started giggling, which probably to any outsider viewer would look rather offsetting cause a grown up woman was randomly giggling in a maniacal creepy manner. Nothing she could do about it though, the thought of using a massive machine to crush her enimies, drive them before her and hear the lamentations of the Shinra officials brought her untold delight.
Amelia caught Ash’s nod and gave one in return as she stood silent vigil now, waiting for everybody to be ready. Admittedly it wasn’t her duty or anything, but again since she had finished saying her farewells already, she found it her duty to be careful of shit going south fast. It practically did every darn time and she was getting a bit nervous that everything seemed to be going too well for the moment. Inside the walled camp she could rest easier, but here, it was apocalyptic setting prime and everything being so calm was nervous.
Ash being a hugger made Amelia raise an eyebrow at brief disbelieve though. She decided the man had probably gotten emotional because of the occasion. She was at least glad he didn’t come over to give hugs here. Suddenly movement by her caused her to tense up as she turned her view around only to see Thalia. Amelia was a bit concerned and also curious as of why the woman was approaching them right now. Did she have something to talk about or something? Something important or about the people who were laying in the graves? Well she was sort of right, Thalia did ask a question. A question that made Amelia blank out of a moment." Ehh...?" She made a sound of confusion and embarrassment and looked at Riley for help, unsure how to deal with the situation. Luckily the world gave her a bone and she heard the call to get back to the bus.
Amelia actually looked a tiny bit conflicted before she started heading for the bus doors with post haste to escape the situation she didn't know how to deal with. As she reached the door and Amelia looked at Bass, she looked at the bat in her hand longingly for a moment before with very much conflicted and reluctant expression she reached slowly to hand it over… Then a moment later with similar, but a more willing manner she handed over the axe as well.
“It was nice while it lasted...” She mumbled to herself as she headed into the bus to their earlier seats where she had left her earlier clothing. Taking her seat, she looked at Riley and then at her hands. Admittedly being back in the bus with the air conditioning was very nice, but… as she grasped empty air with her hands a few times, Amelia frowned and looked at Bass for a moment, before sighing and resting her head on Riley’s shoulder, clenching tightly her clothing. She couldn't wait to get behind the walls again, at least there the urge and desire to have a weapon felt a tiny bit eased... just a bit.
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Lisa Mason
Location: Medical(B) Skills: N/a
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Lisa’s lucky break with getting let go of work early today kind of fell apart with her doing the rest of the job after all, but she didn’t mind. In fact she was smiling as she was working hard with all the different tools and chemicals to clean every bit of the different rooms and furniture in the basement. With a song on your mind work went faster! She had done this many a time now, being in the camp for a decently while. She’d be done within reasonable time! Hell she even gave it a quick realization that at the current tempo, she’d make it likely with a bit of spare time at the end, about enough to catch a quick trip home and maybe a lightning speed shower… maybe.
As she rapidly went through the available tasks at hand, she recalled her first days at camp. How different her life back then was. Fresh out of the wastelands, suspicious of the surroundings, in a new unfamiliar enviroment. She had to admit that at first she didn’t think she’d stick around Medical for too long, who’d guess that she actually had a fancy for the subject and study so well. Just one of the many unexplained mysteries of the world. If she had realized this passion before the end back during her early days, would she have had the chance to become a doctor or a chemist? Maybe, who knew, not her. Does she care now, not really. She actually didn’t dislike her time spend as a mere housekeeper or maid or however anyone would choose to call her back then. And it could very well be the reason why she’s still alive right now!
Naisha groaned as she stirred awake from her dream." That dream again..." She mumbled, placing a hand on her face, hiding her eyes from a blinding light. After a few moments, the blinding light proved to be the screen on her computer terminal. She was still in her wheel chair, sitting in front of the PC. Seemed she had fallen asleep while browsing the web. The sound of faint music could be heard from the headphones that had slipped off her head in her sleep." Aghh... ugh..." She groaned and pulled away from the desk, resting her back against the chair, letting her head hang back as she stared at the ceiling for a bit.
She was in her home, a somewhat cozy little place in the slums. Cozy might be an overstatement, but it had what she needed and was cheap to get through...a hmm completely legal means. Her home consisted of 2 garages that had the wall between them demolished to form one big space. Cheap, sturdy and well... hard to find. It also served as a convenient place where she could freely work on all her drones and machines since a decent part of her income came from repairing machines. As such one of the garages was her living space and the other was the work area." What time is it...?" She mumbled, looking at the clock on the screen, grimacing and pulling the wheel chair away from the desk, moving it over to the small walled off area that served as bathroom and rest room. It had convenient railing for her to hold for support and after, with quite a few struggles, pulling herself up to a standing position she walked to the sink, washing her face, before deciding to get a shower. She still smelled like machine oil and turpentine.
About an hour later, she walked back to her bed with her cane for support and picked one of the spare sets of clothing she kept folded in the nightstand. As she started putting on her new set of clothes, her eyes lingered on the big scar that was on her chest. The uneven darkened skin and the sharp edges. She could recall the moment her mother's blade pierced her back then... Why did she hide her away back then? Naisha often wished that her mother stayed with her even if it meant getting caught. She was fine with dying with her parents... now she was alone... all alone. Shinra took everything." ...SHIN...RA..." She ground her teeth, as she clenched her hand and fingers across the scar, leaving deep red marks where her nails slid across bare skin. With eyes filled with bloodlust, her heartbeat sped up. She could hear the pulsating sound inside her head. It almost hurt to be honest, but eventually she calmed down enough and resumed dressing up. It's been so many years... yet she wasn't close enough to getting revenge. She wanted to speed up, but then another side of her stopped her. If she got sloppy, she'd die before killing anyone of importance. She needed to get a grasp to kill one of the high operatives... yes. One step at a time.
Standing up once more, with a bit of a trembling hand she pulled the wheel chair over and settled in it just as she felt her legs starting to strain." I... should be resting more." She eventually concluded at the apparent general lack of energy she was facing. Lack of sleep and not too great diet often left her with somewhat of a lacking health, even more so. With a frown she moved to the fridge and pulled an energy drink and a store bought sandwich, not the most classy meal, but beggers can't be choosers. Besides she wasn't a good cook. With those in place she moved back to the computer terminal. In a way it was her baby, she made sure it was tapped into the network at a place that wasn't close to here, in fact just for that she had set up a few hundreds meters of cabling. Origin of the signal if it was actually ever traced should lead to another building some distance away, giving her ample time to bail. Of course she never planned to be traced to begin with.
Putting on the news to play, she started to browse the usual networks after going through the security motions of setting up the system to appear as if accessing from another town, setting redundant fake traces and all the other good stuff. Finally accessing with a fake ID, she started to look through an anonymous network. She had snatched some Shinra data last time she got into their network, a bunch of banking data, she made utmost sure they hadn't realized that one. She hadn't touched a gil from those accounts. The moment she did, they would be all over it and the banking codes would be changed. So it was use once only deal. Of course it was also possible they were aware of it and were waiting for someone to use those bank account codes for them to crack down and capture. She had felt she gotten them a tad too easily after all. So for those reasons she preferred to just sell those off, if someone else got snatched, not her problem... maybe she'd sell it to AVALANCHE... they likely needed the funds. So she set up her own post to advertise the need of people who could launder big amounts of stolen Shinra money.
After dealing with that annoyance, she was just about to leave the network and go dig around the junkyard for parts when a specific post caught her attention." Prototype Shinra Sweeper? Really?" She mumbled to herself and investigated the post, rather... well crafted post. The code also seemed authentic for Shinra. She knew, after hacking into their networks so many times, if she couldn't recognize the coding style she'd be blind and might as well retire. So... from the avaible preview, authentic code and possibly authentic sweeper schematics. The code itself she didn't really care that much about. She could code her own, the schematics however did pick her interest. Somehow she felt iffy however, it was too... coincidental. Why on earth would Shinra schematics clearly prototype appear on the market. However Naisha did see herself using some of the mech's elements to incorporate into her own drones. It didn't hurt to at least get some info about the offer if she was careful. So she sent a message to the person who set the offer, expressing her interest and giving them the address to a secure anonymous chat where they could discuss further along with a time to begin the discussion. With that she took her phone, set secure access to the chat and headed for the junkyard where all manners of machinery and metal scrap were tossed at daily basis. She wasn't after anything specific, she'd try her luck and see what pops up. Going out of her place she locked the door behind herself and started slowly moving down the streets. She wasn't using the chair's motors and controls, better save those for when they really mattered after all. Batteries couldn't be recharged on the fly and if she needed to escape from someone or something she'd need all the juice in them she could get.
Some of the people whom she met were familiar faces from living here for such a long time so she waved at them and exchanged greetings and other pleasantries like asking what was going on, where they were going and so on. All in all, she was a slum kid after all.
Amelia had just finished her spoken and unspoken words to James when she felt a squeeze on her shoulder. To her surprise it was Ash. She gave him a sad smile in return as he went to have his words. She in return stood by Riley with weapons quietly in the ready in her hands. Listening to Ash talk, Amelia recalled events of the past. Many a fond memories resurfaced for a brief moment before she closed her eyes and calmed herself. The past was the past, she had to let go. As she pushed the memories aside, she felt rather calm and renewed actually. Having finally gotten some proper closure.
Overlooking the people, they were all doing their thing. Some speaking, some not. Her eyes lingered on Ash for a bit as he was finishing his words about James before moving on to be on overwatch duty as well. Amelia was honestly worried at this point. Nothing was going wrong so far… Having survived both the Franklin attack all the way back before Newnan and then Newnan’s fall later, she simply couldn’t leave the paranoia that something was going to happen. It wasn’t as terrible as it was initially after the fall of Newnan, but it was still there and likely will forever be. Still she noted the guards they had with them weren’t reacting or appearing worried either.
Her eyes darted to the bus, wondering if she and Riley should get moving in that direction in advance. She was about to suggest it to her love, but then after another moment decided not to. In these situations, safer place tended to be among the group. They were all armed after all. Finally she found herself content enough simply standing slightly to the side near Padreman. As long as there wasn’t concern among the escort group, she supposed she shouldn’t worry too much. And if Padre or Daytona weren’t making them dash back to the bus, it should be fine.
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Lisa Mason
Location: Medical(B) Skills: N/a
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Lisa threw a glance at Mary as she was putting away the suit and nodded.” Figured as much. Will get to it, who knows I might actually get to enjoy a bit of the break today.” She replied with a smile, hanging out the suit and leaving the place so Mary could lock it up properly. All in all, today was a productive, if a bit hectic day. Between moving around the buildings, while not too much time was lost, it was just enough to eat away at the day, so if she wanted to finish the rest of the rooms in the basement, she’d better be fast worker.
“Well, it’s going to be a busy time for me. Not that I mind. I do like working and learning~” She grinned, hearing how her schedule would proceed from now on. When she wasn’t learning, she’d be supervising and teaching the new guy. Well Manny seemed like learned enough fella, so it shouldn’t be hard for him to get used to the cleaning duties. What she was more interested about was the practical trade she’d be learning on the medicine side. She really hoped all that medicine wouldn’t be in great demand soon. For it to be available was a good thing, to be in the needed was not.
“Mmm… disinfectant smell… yeah. I better finish quick, so I get the chance to grab a shower.” Lisa chuckled and started walking, heading for the stairs.” Never a better time than the present!” She added and headed down to the basement level once more, making a direct line for the storage area where all the tools and chemicals for cleaning were kept. Putting on a pair of gloves she prepared herself for work. They had already done the worst of it earlier with the plasters and so on. Other rooms didn't have plaster splattered about, so it should be quicker to clean!
With 1.80m height and 47kg weight, Naisha stands slightly taller than the average women and way lighter than the average for someone her size. She's got frail and thin looking body with an almost unhealthy pale skin. Her straight black hair, reaches to her shoulder level, perfectly bordering her pale face, leaving quite the impression with the contrast. Despite her sickly and frail appearance, her pale green eyes are filled with life and energy. On her chest there's a big scar of being cut just where her heart is.
The way Naisha dresses is more of need rather than desire. With her frail body, she's constantly feeling a chill even for a weather and temperatures most people would find comfortable. As such she's rather heavily dressed even in somewhat warmer times. With a few layers of clothing, usually consisting of a a shirt, a blouse, a heavy warm skirts or pants and and a warm coat, usually with fur on the inside. For most people they would likely find the way she dresses too hot to stand, but for her unless it's the middle of summer, she tends to be just right. In addition to those, she usually carriers a cane with herself to assist herself when struggling with walking with her frail body... which is all the time.
Personality: With her weak and sickly body, one would believe Naisha to be a somewhat at least calm and quiet woman. That is kind of quite the distance away from the truth however. Naisha's someone with a really impressive and bombastic voice. She's loud and easily excitable. If she dislikes someone, they will be the first to know it. With that she tends to be forward with her interactions with people. She likes to talk a lot, especially when she's got a nice company and chatting partners. Her favorite topics are ancient legends, materia, machines and Shinra's problems. Meeting new people is a great event for Naisha, unless she decides she doesn't like them...
Naisha is prone to violent moodswings that usually hit very sudden and make her often turn unstable and prone to violence. Vengeful to a fault, she has no problem hurting people she's branded as her enemies or simply annoyances. Aside violent outbursts, another frequent extreme mood she sometimes experiences is heavy depression. She can be often rather self destructive when under the influence of such extreme moods. Still when she's NOT out to take her revenge on the world or herself, she remains a rather loud, energetic and cheerful honest woman, that you either get along with or don't, but still can appreciate for her honestly!
History: Naisha was born in Midgar. Her parents were Rika Alexandros, a SOLDIER 3rd class, and Xander Alexandros a scientist working for Shinra. They met when they were young and before her mother became a soldier, they had her. Her father actually took on her mother name as per her mother family's tradition. They didn't life lives too different from other couples of the similar situation. However soon after Naisha was born, it became apparent that she wasn't quite like the other children. She was always weak and frail and it only increased as time progressed.
At some point her family found themselves at dead end that they couldn't find an exit from. Their child was dying and there was nothing they could do about it. Regular medicine wasn't working, anything tried was temporary and eventually she'd only get worse. Finally as an act of desperation, her father decided that if nothing can be done the normal way, they'd have to attempt the most crazy possible solution. In this case, he brought her to become part of Shinra's experiments on genetics and materia. She was just 6 at that point. However it was an event that changed her life forever.
Naisha doesn't actually remember what happened afterwards. Whatever experiments she was undergoing, whatever tortures or madness, it’s all missing from her memory. 6 whole years of her life were simply… missing, for better or worse. The very next thing she remembers was her being carried away in the arms of her mother, running away for dear life from the labs. Her mother's body looked different from what she remembered, she looked so aged in difference to before, there wasn't enough time passed to have aged that much, but she gave off the feel. As if life was so thought and stress was immense. She was also wounded everywhere and covered in blood. Her mother carried her all the way down to the slums, fighting all the way with pursuers despite carrying her. Finally after moving to the Slums did they evade their chasers.
During the escape, Naisha’s body condition rapidly deteriorated once more as whatever was sustaining her in Shinra’s labs was obviously no longer in effect. On the verge of death, Naisha’s mother did the one option she had left. In the 6 years while Naisha was in the hands of Shinra, her father was researching Shinra’s old experiments or leads that might be of use for her condition. In the end they had reached a rather desperate plan if all else failed. Insert a powerful summon materia right into her chest with the hope it might at the very least stabilize her enough.
It was at that point that Rika took out her SOLDIER sword and stabbed Naisha in the chest enough so she could push the family ancestral materia right into it, nestling it near her chest. Naisha was in pain, everything was a blur and she soon after lost consciousness again as her mother began healing her. By the time she came back to awareness, the area was littered with corpses and blood. Her mother once more picked her up and carried her away, despite the deadly injuries. Eventually at the end of it, she despite Naisha's protests, hid her aboard a truck that was passing by and then went to draw the soldiers away. She never saw her mother again and only later did she realize... she was no longer a 6 year old girl. Her body was quite aged and after comparing dates, she realized that whole 6 years of her life were indeed missing.
Living as an almost disabled child on the streets of the slum wasn't easy. In fact it was kind of nightmare at times. Her body was still weak and barely had the ability to move by itself, sometimes it would be better, sometimes worse. She ended up living with other street kids and even though she often went hungry, she was alive. Time passed, she grew and picked up the hobby of spending her time in the junkyards for parts. From those parts she started to build and experiment, learning from engineers around the slums. She learned to hack just so she can one day exact revenge to Shinra! Or rather, just so she can be the maximum degree of pain in the ass to them. If she couldn't destroy them, she could make sure that their computer systems were a mess! She never left Midgar, even through the Wutai conflict and afterwards with their problems with AVALANCHE, it proved to be the ideal time to mess with Shinra and so she did, hacking, stealing data, adding things that shouldn't be there and pinning it all on Avalanche! They probably liked the publicity anyways... besides she never did anything that would endanger lives. Not to the regular Shinra employees anyways. Ohhh no... if she was going to kill somebody, it would be soldiers... and the officials. One day...
Weapon: With Naisha's weak body barely able to walk on her own, let alone swing a blade or withstand the impact caused by firing a gun, she relies on more remote controlled means of combat. As a self proclaimed engineer and hacker, she utilizes remote controlled combat drones to do the heavy lifting when it comes to combat. Ideally with her being at a huge distance away, hidden somewhere. She utilizes mainly 2 types of drones which she code-named: Hound and Wall.
Hound - Hound is a multi-purpose drone that Naisha assembled to server as her eyes, ears and weapon. It's got an internal camera she can use to observe from distance and in build firearm, which while unable to be fired in rapid succession due the drone's light nature, is still able to be fired almost as a semi automatic.
Wall - Wall is a specialized hover drone with only one distinct purpose, to protect her. It's got two states, folded and deployed. It resembles a shield, albeit with extra bits on the inner side to allow for trust and control. When deployed some additional pates are pushed open, increasing the cover area. Not exactly created to withstand heavy fire, but for the lesser armaments it does the job. And it's always fun to whack someone with a self moving metal 'frisbee'.
Skills: -Engineer - As long as it's mechanical, she can take it apart and usually reassemble it. She's got good insight into all manners of machines. Repair, damage, evaluate an all manner of more useful things. -Hack - Being adept at handling machinery and computer systems, she can hack into computer systems of both robots and static defenses, causing damages to them or straight out altering their programming. Good for shutting down low level threats or opening locked security doors. -Jury Rig - As long as there are parts, she can make improvised devices and or alter existing robotic enemies with addition to hacking to temporary fight on her side. -Fast Talk - Fast talker by nature, Naisha tends to talk fast and with confidence, often is able to talk her way into places and locations she probably shouldn't have been allowed at. -Lifestream Bound - Naisha's body is constantly in a dying state. Relying on the Summon Material implanted in her chest, she has used it's energies to continue living despite anything. As such, the higher her energy is, the more active she can be, drawing on the materia's power, however as her energy ebbs low, her body rapidly starts weakening. At high energy she can move about with a bit of struggle, but at least be mobile somewhat on her two feet.
Equipment: -Motorized Wheelchair with remote control capabilities. -A few potions -some antidotes -Wallet with gil. -Cellphone -ID -Crystal Ring - Provides a bit of resistance to physical and magical damage. -Engraved Amulet
Materia:
A non elemental physical based summoned creature and a loyal zealous protector. With body that resembles polished stone rather than skin.
LIMIT BREAK: Nai Ifra: The body may fail, but the mind doesn't. When her Limit Break is reached, Naisha's magical powers erupt, transforming her body temporary to an ideal state one where it's not been ravaged. As long as her rapidly depleting energy holds, her body looks bulkier, she's stronger. With a cloak of flame, a sword in one hand and a flaming sphere in the other. It's a short lived burst however and she can rarely maintain it over a couple of minutes.
With 1.80m height and 47kg weight, Naisha stands slightly taller than the average women and way lighter than the average for someone her size. She's got frail and thin looking body with an almost unhealthy pale skin. Her straight black hair, reaches to her shoulder level, perfectly bordering her pale face, leaving quite the impression with the contrast. Despite her sickly and frail appearance, her pale green eyes are filled with life and energy. On her chest there's a big scar of being cut just where her heart is.
The way Naisha dresses is more of need rather than desire. With her frail body, she's constantly feeling a chill even for a weather and temperatures most people would find comfortable. As such she's rather heavily dressed even in somewhat warmer times. With a few layers of clothing, usually consisting of a a shirt, a blouse, a heavy warm skirts or pants and and a warm coat, usually with fur on the inside. For most people they would likely find the way she dresses too hot to stand, but for her unless it's the middle of summer, she tends to be just right. In addition to those, she usually carriers a cane with herself to assist herself when struggling with walking with her frail body... which is all the time.
Personality: With her weak and sickly body, one would believe Naisha to be a somewhat at least calm and quiet woman. That is kind of quite the distance away from the truth however. Naisha's someone with a really impressive and bombastic voice. She's loud and easily excitable. If she dislikes someone, they will be the first to know it. With that she tends to be forward with her interactions with people. She likes to talk a lot, especially when she's got a nice company and chatting partners. Her favorite topics are ancient legends, materia, machines and Shinra's problems. Meeting new people is a great event for Naisha, unless she decides she doesn't like them...
Naisha is prone to violent moodswings that usually hit very sudden and make her often turn unstable and prone to violence. Vengeful to a fault, she has no problem hurting people she's branded as her enemies or simply annoyances. Aside violent outbursts, another frequent extreme mood she sometimes experiences is heavy depression. She can be often rather self destructive when under the influence of such extreme moods. Still when she's NOT out to take her revenge on the world or herself, she remains a rather loud, energetic and cheerful honest woman, that you either get along with or don't, but still can appreciate for her honestly!
History: Naisha was born in Midgar. Her parents were Rika Alexandros, a SOLDIER 3rd class, and Xander Alexandros a scientist working for Shinra. They met when they were young and before her mother became a soldier, they had her. Her father actually took on her mother name as per her mother family's tradition. They didn't life lives too different from other couples of the similar situation. However soon after Naisha was born, it became apparent that she wasn't quite like the other children. She was always weak and frail and it only increased as time progressed.
At some point her family found themselves at dead end that they couldn't find an exit from. Their child was dying and there was nothing they could do about it. Regular medicine wasn't working, anything tried was temporary and eventually she'd only get worse. Finally as an act of desperation, her father decided that if nothing can be done the normal way, they'd have to attempt the most crazy possible solution. In this case, he brought her to become part of Shinra's experiments on genetics and materia. She was just 6 at that point. However it was an event that changed her life forever.
Naisha doesn't actually remember what happened afterwards. Whatever experiments she was undergoing, whatever tortures or madness, it’s all missing from her memory. 6 whole years of her life were simply… missing, for better or worse. The very next thing she remembers was her being carried away in the arms of her mother, running away for dear life from the labs. Her mother's body looked different from what she remembered, she looked so aged in difference to before, there wasn't enough time passed to have aged that much, but she gave off the feel. As if life was so thought and stress was immense. She was also wounded everywhere and covered in blood. Her mother carried her all the way down to the slums, fighting all the way with pursuers despite carrying her. Finally after moving to the Slums did they evade their chasers.
During the escape, Naisha’s body condition rapidly deteriorated once more as whatever was sustaining her in Shinra’s labs was obviously no longer in effect. On the verge of death, Naisha’s mother did the one option she had left. In the 6 years while Naisha was in the hands of Shinra, her father was researching Shinra’s old experiments or leads that might be of use for her condition. In the end they had reached a rather desperate plan if all else failed. Insert a powerful summon materia right into her chest with the hope it might at the very least stabilize her enough.
It was at that point that Rika took out her SOLDIER sword and stabbed Naisha in the chest enough so she could push the family ancestral materia right into it, nestling it near her chest. Naisha was in pain, everything was a blur and she soon after lost consciousness again as her mother began healing her. By the time she came back to awareness, the area was littered with corpses and blood. Her mother once more picked her up and carried her away, despite the deadly injuries. Eventually at the end of it, she despite Naisha's protests, hid her aboard a truck that was passing by and then went to draw the soldiers away. She never saw her mother again and only later did she realize... she was no longer a 6 year old girl. Her body was quite aged and after comparing dates, she realized that whole 6 years of her life were indeed missing.
Living as an almost disabled child on the streets of the slum wasn't easy. In fact it was kind of nightmare at times. Her body was still weak and barely had the ability to move by itself, sometimes it would be better, sometimes worse. She ended up living with other street kids and even though she often went hungry, she was alive. Time passed, she grew and picked up the hobby of spending her time in the junkyards for parts. From those parts she started to build and experiment, learning from engineers around the slums. She learned to hack just so she can one day exact revenge to Shinra! Or rather, just so she can be the maximum degree of pain in the ass to them. If she couldn't destroy them, she could make sure that their computer systems were a mess! She never left Midgar, even through the Wutai conflict and afterwards with their problems with AVALANCHE, it proved to be the ideal time to mess with Shinra and so she did, hacking, stealing data, adding things that shouldn't be there and pinning it all on Avalanche! They probably liked the publicity anyways... besides she never did anything that would endanger lives. Not to the regular Shinra employees anyways. Ohhh no... if she was going to kill somebody, it would be soldiers... and the officials. One day...
Weapon: With Naisha's weak body barely able to walk on her own, let alone swing a blade or withstand the impact caused by firing a gun, she relies on more remote controlled means of combat. As a self proclaimed engineer and hacker, she utilizes remote controlled combat drones to do the heavy lifting when it comes to combat. Ideally with her being at a huge distance away, hidden somewhere. She utilizes mainly 2 types of drones which she code-named: Hound and Wall.
Hound - Hound is a multi-purpose drone that Naisha assembled to server as her eyes, ears and weapon. It's got an internal camera she can use to observe from distance and in build firearm, which while unable to be fired in rapid succession due the drone's light nature, is still able to be fired almost as a semi automatic.
Wall - Wall is a specialized hover drone with only one distinct purpose, to protect her. It's got two states, folded and deployed. It resembles a shield, albeit with extra bits on the inner side to allow for trust and control. When deployed some additional pates are pushed open, increasing the cover area. Not exactly created to withstand heavy fire, but for the lesser armaments it does the job. And it's always fun to whack someone with a self moving metal 'frisbee'.
Skills: -Engineer - As long as it's mechanical, she can take it apart and usually reassemble it. She's got good insight into all manners of machines. Repair, damage, evaluate an all manner of more useful things. -Hack - Being adept at handling machinery and computer systems, she can hack into computer systems of both robots and static defenses, causing damages to them or straight out altering their programming. Good for shutting down low level threats or opening locked security doors. -Jury Rig - As long as there are parts, she can make improvised devices and or alter existing robotic enemies with addition to hacking to temporary fight on her side. -Fast Talk - Fast talker by nature, Naisha tends to talk fast and with confidence, often is able to talk her way into places and locations she probably shouldn't have been allowed at. -Lifestream Bound - Naisha's body is constantly in a dying state. Relying on the Summon Material implanted in her chest, she has used it's energies to continue living despite anything. As such, the higher her energy is, the more active she can be, drawing on the materia's power, however as her energy ebbs low, her body rapidly starts weakening. At high energy she can move about with a bit of struggle, but at least be mobile somewhat on her two feet.
Equipment: -Motorized Wheelchair with remote control capabilities. -A few potions -some antidotes -Wallet with gil. -Cellphone -ID -Crystal Ring - Provides a bit of resistance to physical and magical damage. -Engraved Amulet
Materia:
A non elemental physical based summoned creature and a loyal zealous protector. With body that resembles polished stone rather than skin.
LIMIT BREAK: Nai Ifra: The body may fail, but the mind doesn't. When her Limit Break is reached, Naisha's magical powers erupt, transforming her body temporary to an ideal state one where it's not been ravaged. As long as her rapidly depleting energy holds, her body looks bulkier, she's stronger. With a cloak of flame, a sword in one hand and a flaming sphere in the other. It's a short lived burst however and she can rarely maintain it over a couple of minutes.
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