No he just comes off very much as an Aviator sort to me, he's got the glasses, the jacket, the borderline alcholism (Is it borderline?) add too that he's the only Heterosexual Ghost and I just naturally made the connection, the flyboy personality, and love of cars (This might just be my own stereotyping of pilots and too much top gun)
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Holy Cow, guys I think the bot might actually be sentient. I might actually cry at this beautiful sight... all it needed was a friend! Really though I'm amazed it actually shut up...
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If you are concerned with power, popularity or control, yes your reputation matters. Regarding truth, morality, and such, less so. Off topic, but CREED II is gonna be awesome.
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If he bothered with considering things, he probably wouldn't have gotten his frame in the first place, so he's gonna need some exquisitely poignant lessons to learn that particular communication skill xD
Also, Foster, as your Senpai, a Bogey in aviator slang is an Unidentified Object and potentially hostile aircraft. Admittedly frames aren't airborne, but I'd assume they adopted Aviator lingo, as well as a similar cult of personality owing to them seeing themselves as being on the cutting edge, much as Pilots did in the early days of aviation (and how many still do)
Plus Troy. So I'd say a perfectly suitable phrasing. xD
Edit: Youtube frzlgrfhng...
Also, Foster, as your Senpai, a Bogey in aviator slang is an Unidentified Object and potentially hostile aircraft. Admittedly frames aren't airborne, but I'd assume they adopted Aviator lingo, as well as a similar cult of personality owing to them seeing themselves as being on the cutting edge, much as Pilots did in the early days of aviation (and how many still do)
Plus Troy. So I'd say a perfectly suitable phrasing. xD
Edit: Youtube frzlgrfhng...
For Kawal, the long months spent at the Osgoode facility had hardly been a bother, if anything the daily monotony was a callback to an earlier time for him, conjuring memories of his childhood spent upon Titan, the days blending imperceptibly together. Actually, it was probably more relaxing, on Titan there had always been something to do, while on Osgoode, all he had to do was sit around in his frame and look important.
Needless to say, he was despising every moment.
Wordlessly bobbing his head to the beat, staring blankly ahead as he zoned out to the lyrics, Kawal held the headphones against his ears with one hand, while the other flicked the cigarette delicately held between his index and middle finger against the makeshift ashtray he had welded against the side of his cockpit. A thick cloud of smoke hung languidly within the cramped space, making it near impossible for the unaccustomed to see within the suffocating miasma. He hardly even heard the Comms headset as it began to crackle around his neck, forcing him to rip his headphones off to catch the back end off the broadcast, clutching one earpiece to his head as he took a long drag off the cancer stick. Some action, finally...
Sighing to himself, he butted the cigarette out, slamming the tray shut. He'd only had to forget once, the taste of old cigarettes and ash was still a fresh memory within his mind. Adjusting the headset, he examined the HUD as he the engine roared to life, the hulking frame snapping forward with a deceptive ease. Making routine checks of his system, he maneuvered his Frame to directly cross the path of the approaching blips upon his radar. Kawal squinted at the fuzzy specks, trying to make out any details he could, "I'm enroute, moving to intercept." He muttered into the mic. Clearing his throat, he uttered a quick apology before repeating himself, more clearly the second time.
In no time at all, Kawal sped past Evangeline and her Matryoshka, his frame twisting in a slow 180 to wave at the Matryoshka, before snapping back around and speeding towards the potential bogeys, "With all due respect, we can't just wait for them to be on top of your fat ass. Our job is to protect the Plant. That might be a bit hard if they are already inside..." His voice was dripping with sarcasm and he hesitated for a moment as he operated the controls, unsure if perhaps he might have been a bit offensive, "If things do get hairy, I'm gonna need you to pull my boney-ass out of the fire, so don't take too long, alright? Captain Stavros, if all that is acceptable I should be able to intercept within 30 seconds."
Falling silent, the loud hum of the engine through the cockpit's walls was drowned out by the pounding rush of blood through his ears as Kawal forced himself to once more check his systems, engaging the Kranos APS and switching the Hijack to employ only HEAP rounds. He was feeling antsy and he knew it; if he jumped the gun, he'd rather not open fire with his heavy munitions.
Needless to say, he was despising every moment.
...Hanging with the goodie-goodies lounging in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fucking abortion...
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fucking abortion...
Wordlessly bobbing his head to the beat, staring blankly ahead as he zoned out to the lyrics, Kawal held the headphones against his ears with one hand, while the other flicked the cigarette delicately held between his index and middle finger against the makeshift ashtray he had welded against the side of his cockpit. A thick cloud of smoke hung languidly within the cramped space, making it near impossible for the unaccustomed to see within the suffocating miasma. He hardly even heard the Comms headset as it began to crackle around his neck, forcing him to rip his headphones off to catch the back end off the broadcast, clutching one earpiece to his head as he took a long drag off the cancer stick. Some action, finally...
Sighing to himself, he butted the cigarette out, slamming the tray shut. He'd only had to forget once, the taste of old cigarettes and ash was still a fresh memory within his mind. Adjusting the headset, he examined the HUD as he the engine roared to life, the hulking frame snapping forward with a deceptive ease. Making routine checks of his system, he maneuvered his Frame to directly cross the path of the approaching blips upon his radar. Kawal squinted at the fuzzy specks, trying to make out any details he could, "I'm enroute, moving to intercept." He muttered into the mic. Clearing his throat, he uttered a quick apology before repeating himself, more clearly the second time.
In no time at all, Kawal sped past Evangeline and her Matryoshka, his frame twisting in a slow 180 to wave at the Matryoshka, before snapping back around and speeding towards the potential bogeys, "With all due respect, we can't just wait for them to be on top of your fat ass. Our job is to protect the Plant. That might be a bit hard if they are already inside..." His voice was dripping with sarcasm and he hesitated for a moment as he operated the controls, unsure if perhaps he might have been a bit offensive, "If things do get hairy, I'm gonna need you to pull my boney-ass out of the fire, so don't take too long, alright? Captain Stavros, if all that is acceptable I should be able to intercept within 30 seconds."
Falling silent, the loud hum of the engine through the cockpit's walls was drowned out by the pounding rush of blood through his ears as Kawal forced himself to once more check his systems, engaging the Kranos APS and switching the Hijack to employ only HEAP rounds. He was feeling antsy and he knew it; if he jumped the gun, he'd rather not open fire with his heavy munitions.
I dunno how they did it but the spell check actually recognizes when the ends of words should be dropped off for slang... it's actually kinda unnerving...
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Crap I forgot how complicated the Aiel society is >.> Sadly I don't have any of the books anymore (lent them to my brother) So I'm kinda stuck using internet sources, which I don't exactly trust... Not to mention how unsatisfactorily incomplete it is.
Basically my question is, do you have any sort of information on the Aiel Warrior Societies? IIRC the Maidens of the Spear tend to function as forward scouts and light infantry - this may be a bit too all encompassing seeing as all women warriors were required to be part of Far Dareis Mas, in many ways they could likely operate as a fully self sufficient fighting force with much greater efficacy than the rest of the Warrior Societies - Stone Dogs always struck me as a sort of heavy infantry (As heavy as Aiel infantry could be) The Brothers of the Eagle were the male counterpart to the maidens; I might be assuming too much, based upon the Old Tongue names for each. Night Spears seems self explanatory, specializing in night ops. Knife Hands being known for skill with their long knives or maybe simply favoring them over the Aiel spear. Red shields were the police force primarily, and were likely complementary to the stone dogs in actual battle. I believe Water Seekers were scouts as well, though I believe of a much farther ranging variety, and perhaps whatever minor amphibious actions Aiel would undertake. True bloods leave me a bit confused, the name doesn't actually provide much for extrapolation, I'm inclined to believe they were either elites (this is hard to justify, I don't think the Aiel changed societies, except in special circumstances - Maidens becoming Wise Ones for instance - making it hard to determine how they would know someone was elite) perhaps a core fighting force, or selected for outstanding physical attributes. Mountain Dancers, would once again, likely be specialized in fighting in Mountainous/hilly terrain. Dawn runners leaves me completely stumped, but the implication of light, as well as speed, makes me think they functioned as runners, facilitating communication between allied forces. Black eyes: I can find a source mentioning that interrogating prisoners tends to fall to Black Eyes, or Maidens (This again emphasizes the difficulty in fully classifying the Maidens) implying a certain familiarity with brutality (Especially considering regular Aiel practices regarding punishment) though their specific role in military operations is still left unclear. Thunder Walkers, I'm again a bit unclear on, I'm tempted to say they would place an emphasis on Morale, banging spears against shields, singing the battle Chant (think more intensely so than regular Aiel) with a higher level of commitment, generally trying to intimidate the enemy, and rally/inspire their allies.
Sorry for the massive amount of theorization, but with Aviendha's emphasis upon maintaining consistency, I figured it would be best to try and clear up some of these details >.> I also have a few questions regarding my actual OC, though those are more simple requests to stray slightly from established lore, that I would rather discuss through PM.
Basically my question is, do you have any sort of information on the Aiel Warrior Societies? IIRC the Maidens of the Spear tend to function as forward scouts and light infantry - this may be a bit too all encompassing seeing as all women warriors were required to be part of Far Dareis Mas, in many ways they could likely operate as a fully self sufficient fighting force with much greater efficacy than the rest of the Warrior Societies - Stone Dogs always struck me as a sort of heavy infantry (As heavy as Aiel infantry could be) The Brothers of the Eagle were the male counterpart to the maidens; I might be assuming too much, based upon the Old Tongue names for each. Night Spears seems self explanatory, specializing in night ops. Knife Hands being known for skill with their long knives or maybe simply favoring them over the Aiel spear. Red shields were the police force primarily, and were likely complementary to the stone dogs in actual battle. I believe Water Seekers were scouts as well, though I believe of a much farther ranging variety, and perhaps whatever minor amphibious actions Aiel would undertake. True bloods leave me a bit confused, the name doesn't actually provide much for extrapolation, I'm inclined to believe they were either elites (this is hard to justify, I don't think the Aiel changed societies, except in special circumstances - Maidens becoming Wise Ones for instance - making it hard to determine how they would know someone was elite) perhaps a core fighting force, or selected for outstanding physical attributes. Mountain Dancers, would once again, likely be specialized in fighting in Mountainous/hilly terrain. Dawn runners leaves me completely stumped, but the implication of light, as well as speed, makes me think they functioned as runners, facilitating communication between allied forces. Black eyes: I can find a source mentioning that interrogating prisoners tends to fall to Black Eyes, or Maidens (This again emphasizes the difficulty in fully classifying the Maidens) implying a certain familiarity with brutality (Especially considering regular Aiel practices regarding punishment) though their specific role in military operations is still left unclear. Thunder Walkers, I'm again a bit unclear on, I'm tempted to say they would place an emphasis on Morale, banging spears against shields, singing the battle Chant (think more intensely so than regular Aiel) with a higher level of commitment, generally trying to intimidate the enemy, and rally/inspire their allies.
Sorry for the massive amount of theorization, but with Aviendha's emphasis upon maintaining consistency, I figured it would be best to try and clear up some of these details >.> I also have a few questions regarding my actual OC, though those are more simple requests to stray slightly from established lore, that I would rather discuss through PM.
Well, I'm certain about the commitment, just uncertain whether I'll actually be able to keep up.
If you don't challenge yourself, you'll never grow; so screw it, if I make a fool of myself so be it.
And yes the Bisexual Zebra will be making a return ^.^
If you don't challenge yourself, you'll never grow; so screw it, if I make a fool of myself so be it.
And yes the Bisexual Zebra will be making a return ^.^
It's back xD
@Foster Well yeah xD I hate leaving random things just lying around (PUT AWAY YOUR TOYS GODDAMNIT)
There's no way in hell I would actually delete that, while parts of it were bad, I was actually kind of happy with that CS. I would have to be completely mental to just throw it away, I just need to find the file.
There's no way in hell I would actually delete that, while parts of it were bad, I was actually kind of happy with that CS. I would have to be completely mental to just throw it away, I just need to find the file.
First I need to find where I hid Kawal xD
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