Must be nice knowing who your parents are.
Beryl wants to know how that feels.
Beryl wants to know how that feels.
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Yes.
Wat.
I mean, I've only seen scattered episodes from all over the series but...
Wat.
I mean, I've only seen scattered episodes from all over the series but...
Wat.
Drake makes everything better.
Star Trek writers seem to do a terrible job at making Section 31 the bad guys.
Jack Thor-Team Building
"Raise your head shonen young man. Helping one another is what teammates do. Although I see that you will be needing a new HFV." He said, looking up at the ruined mess of machinery towering above them. "And perhaps one of my Special Training Courses. You will need to learn how to fight as part of our team if you wish to once again fly with us."
Just then his Team Dad senses went off he noticed the good Father standing by her own battlecraft, her posture speaking of one who has just had their soul savaged. He wordlessly motioned for Henry to follow as he made his way across the hanger.
Assuming that Joan missed the sound of boots on the metal floor her first real clue about her visitors was the large and calloused hand that gently laid itself on her shoulder.
"Raise your head shonen young man. Helping one another is what teammates do. Although I see that you will be needing a new HFV." He said, looking up at the ruined mess of machinery towering above them. "And perhaps one of my Special Training Courses. You will need to learn how to fight as part of our team if you wish to once again fly with us."
Just then his Team Dad senses went off he noticed the good Father standing by her own battlecraft, her posture speaking of one who has just had their soul savaged. He wordlessly motioned for Henry to follow as he made his way across the hanger.
Assuming that Joan missed the sound of boots on the metal floor her first real clue about her visitors was the large and calloused hand that gently laid itself on her shoulder.
All the better for normal posts.
Colabs have their place, but there is not much point to do one now.
I have nothing wrong with interaction but I feel that regular posting would be better at the moment.
I have nothing wrong with interaction but I feel that regular posting would be better at the moment.
Jack Thor-Coming Home
As the final shots were being fired in the skirmish/dogfight (it really depended on which side you were asking,) Jack was slowing down and communicating with Control about his landing approach into the Jannah's bay. It lacked the speed of a normal combat landing. With the pirates retreating the large man in the small Ball figured that it would be better to be safe than sorry.
With a deft touch he floated through the entrance of the landing bay, jets pointed in harmless directions until a crane came along and magnetically grasped his vehicle. Another took hold of his passenger, taking it away to where a team of expectant technicians were standing.
As he was carried over to The Ball's specially designed cradle Jack went through the shutdown list. It was almost ritualistic for him. As each function of the war machine shut down it removed him step by step from the battlefield he had left behind. The adrenaline coursing through his veins petered off and stopped, his breathing returned to normal and his clenched muscles relaxed.
With a small whine his ride shut down completely just as it settled into the cradle. Jack opened the hatch and clambered out, sending a friendly wave at the mechanics already beginning to swarm over the vehicle as he did so.
"Nothing for you to fix today friends! Now, my apologies but I must go see how a comrade is doing."
His wide frame moved with surprising grace towards the remains of the Yukine.
As the final shots were being fired in the skirmish/dogfight (it really depended on which side you were asking,) Jack was slowing down and communicating with Control about his landing approach into the Jannah's bay. It lacked the speed of a normal combat landing. With the pirates retreating the large man in the small Ball figured that it would be better to be safe than sorry.
With a deft touch he floated through the entrance of the landing bay, jets pointed in harmless directions until a crane came along and magnetically grasped his vehicle. Another took hold of his passenger, taking it away to where a team of expectant technicians were standing.
As he was carried over to The Ball's specially designed cradle Jack went through the shutdown list. It was almost ritualistic for him. As each function of the war machine shut down it removed him step by step from the battlefield he had left behind. The adrenaline coursing through his veins petered off and stopped, his breathing returned to normal and his clenched muscles relaxed.
With a small whine his ride shut down completely just as it settled into the cradle. Jack opened the hatch and clambered out, sending a friendly wave at the mechanics already beginning to swarm over the vehicle as he did so.
"Nothing for you to fix today friends! Now, my apologies but I must go see how a comrade is doing."
His wide frame moved with surprising grace towards the remains of the Yukine.
Beryl Harken
"Well, as long as his physical head is still attached to his body." Was all that Beryl had to say to that. There was nothing she could say to get the other girl to soften up in the next five minutes. It hardly helped that Beryl felt like the berserker caged within Gratia's icy exterior was salivating when it looked at her.
Turning, she looked Bianca over with a clinical stare, almost as if she was assessing the work the doctors had done on her. After a couple seconds of scanning her face lit up with a smile and she leaned in to gently hug the bedridden Faunus. One hand carefully avoided the wings while the other absentmindedly placed the vase of purple flowers on the small bedside table.
"I'm glad you are looking better, Bianca."
"Well, as long as his physical head is still attached to his body." Was all that Beryl had to say to that. There was nothing she could say to get the other girl to soften up in the next five minutes. It hardly helped that Beryl felt like the berserker caged within Gratia's icy exterior was salivating when it looked at her.
Turning, she looked Bianca over with a clinical stare, almost as if she was assessing the work the doctors had done on her. After a couple seconds of scanning her face lit up with a smile and she leaned in to gently hug the bedridden Faunus. One hand carefully avoided the wings while the other absentmindedly placed the vase of purple flowers on the small bedside table.
"I'm glad you are looking better, Bianca."
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