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Neo Sorairo

For obvious reason, Mila was seated at the back of the Osprey, where there was ample room for her and her armament. Apart from listening to the loud noise of the engines there was not much to do. Her gaze did fall upon the other members of her team; some read, some were lost in their mind. She remembered - for a lack of better word - how it felt to be lost in one's mind without the constant need to calculate and organize thoughts and memory. Mila missed it, or at least she thought she did.

She took the start of the briefing as a sign that they were close to destination. While the Lieutenant was talking, Mila would be taking care of her weapon and double checking all components on it were adjusted, working and ready to go - again. Her thought process diverged to Kuni, and the Cyborg smiled. Her roommate never had the chance to check Iron Saga from up close yet, and Mila knew she was seating a bit too far in the transport to be able to have a good look at it now. She scouted for her friend and gave her a smile. Hopefully, that one wasn't awkward.

She closed the Iron Saga compartment with a loud *click* after having inspected all was in order, and headed outside as soon as it was permitted to do so. She was third to hit ground. Tian-Gui, one of the tallest man she met, was first. Mila looked on at the transformation, the flash having no effect on her eyes, which adjusted to the varying intensity of light, and couldn't help but be impressed every times she witnessed Final Red.

Still, there was a mission to get to. Any empty space being as good as the other one, Mila set the butt of her 'rifle' down, holding it up against her shoulder as she waited for her own partners. Upon hearing the others camaraderie calls or teasing of their own partners, Mila surprised herself at wanting to do the same - but she couldn't bring herself to it.

She was nowhere near the cheerfulness of Mavis and despite her computing augments she even sometimes fell short of Subaru's expended knowledge, but Mila was still under the impression she was decent company and a good partner. Even through her lack of social skills, open camaraderie and teasing.

"Who would have thought that post-apocalypse could be so beautiful." she said to herself, admiring how nature retook what was hers, as she grasped pieces of candies; offering for her partners before things got serious.

Neo Sorairo

@KoL Heya.

I edited my new Psychic drive into my character for verification. I showed Windel before, but I'll still show you here so you don't have to go in my CS and all. I hope it's better this time:

" While Mila's augmented body makes her faster and stronger than a regular, none-psychic user human, it also affects her own Psychic ability and renders it weaker. To counteract this, those responsible for Project Angel equipped Mila's gun with another important component: a secondary launcher containing a dozen or so seemingly harmless high-tech rods.

Once launched, the rods disperse all around the battlefield, their usage are twofold: they are psy-enhancers and while close to them Mila can use her Psychic Drive: Gravity Pull.

Once activated, all hostile forces and incoming projectiles (That possess mass) within 20ft are affected by an augmented gravity that pulls them towards the ground, thus either stopping an attack or slowing down hostile forces. "

I also edited in a Theme Song for the Lols and the fact that she's a Good Hacker.

Neo Sorairo

@KoL Sooooo...How we gonna call the team? :3

Mavis is probably going to be team Captain...Hmm.

Neo Sorairo

Alright. So I asked the GMs if I could change my Psychic Drive. I will write it here to be approved or not. :)

To go with it I modified my weapon slightly. Instead of shooting 'bullets', Iron Saga would now shoot a sustained plasma laser that needs to be kept from over-heating. It would be a powerful and sustained attack and act in the same way as I described it before: Focus on specific targets to take them out first.

Psychic Drive:
Warp
Scrapped.

Neo Sorairo

Mila Engel, Project Angel

• Name: Mila Engel

• Age: 16

• Gender: Female

• Class: Gunner

• Nationality: German

• Appearance

---

• Bio: Mila's early life was happy and normal. Like so many others, there was the constant fear of attack by the invaders as she lived outside of a big city. Things drastically changed, however, when her town was indeed attacked by the aliens. When the military found the girl, gravely wounded and alone, they took her to safety. Or so she had thought at first.

For the longest time the German military attempted to create the perfect AI - a replica of the human mind. Eventually, it was deemed impossible to replicate the intricate human brain network. As such research shifted from creating a human out of a machine to creating a machine out of a human - using the mind as the most powerful CPU ever created. A young, almost fatally wounded and seemingly orphaned kid was the perfect opportunity.

Today, about 8 years later, Mila's body is a mix of synthetic and real, although none would see it with the naked eye. Her mind, however, function differently than it used to. She still feels emotions and kept her memories, but she has to process, structure and format all of it like any other data - which she do with extreme speed. This can leave her a bit socially awkward at times.

• Armament:

Iron Saga

Iron Saga is identified as an automatic rifle, despite it's size. It comes equipped with a powerful electromagnetic radiation generator in it's middle compartment, ionizing gas into plasma. Effectively giving it infinite ammo, but needs to be kept from over heating.

It shoots a constant, sustained and powerful plasma laser at it's target from mid to close range, but is less precise from long range. While not a Striker, Mila's enhanced cybernetic body allow her to carry and use the large cannon without using her psychic power to boost her physical strength, meaning she can keep her energy to boost her speed and mobility and remind at mid range.

• Psychic Drive:
Gravity Pull
While Mila's augmented body makes her faster and stronger than a regular, none-psychic user human, it also affects her own Psychic ability and renders it weaker. To counteract this, those responsible for Project Angel equipped Mila's gun with another important component: a secondary launcher containing a dozen or so seemingly harmless high-tech rods.

Once launched, the rods disperse all around the battlefield, their usage are twofold: they are psy-enhancers and while close to them Mila can use her Psychic Drive: Gravity Pull.

Once activated, all hostile forces and incoming projectiles (That possess mass) within 20ft are affected by an augmented gravity that pulls them towards the ground, thus either stopping an attack or slowing down hostile forces.

• Extra:
- Extremely good at Calculations and precise works.
- Still having her human mind and brain, she does require sleep but less of it.
- She still requires food, but lost her sense of taste.
- She was named Project Angel due to her name.
- Mila is, of course, a very good Hacker.

Theme Song

• Sample Post:

01110000011000010110100101101110...
0110111101110110011001010111001001101100011011110110000101100100...

01110000011000010110100101101110...
0110111101110110011001010111001001101100011011110110000101100100...

01110000011000010110100101101110...
0110111101110110011001010111001001101100011011110110000101100100...

When she fell unconscious, the last thing Mila saw were the colours of the trees around her. She could feel the air on her skin, the pain at her side...she felt her breathing being heavy and painful. When she woke up, she felt none of it. In fact, she felt nothing - nor did she see anything. Or hear.

All she 'saw' was numbers defiling. She did not see them as much as she felt them, though. She had no sense to feel them after all. In fact, those numbers were her entire world. They composed her everything, they were what she is and how she perceived the world. Out of habit, she tried to scream but nothing happened came out. The girl tried to move, but nothing happened. Numbers - only numbers. The time went on even if she was unable to track it. Eventually, she realized that the numbers were more than just numbers, they were a part of her. Something she could affect; and by affecting them she could structure her world, so to say. First came her Mind, her 'Herself'. Then she managed to restructure her memory. How she did so was a mystery to her...it was like second nature.

It was like learning how to speak; encoded in her, yet needed to be mastered. The more she manipulated it, the more it became natural and fast. Code became images, numbers became feelings and, eventually, she felt something. Immense pain. Like a rope stressed too hard, she felt as if she was being split apart. Fighting this pain took longer than all the rest, but she eventually managed to quell it. After that, the rest came back faster: Hearing, Scent, Speaking and, finally, Sight.

The then 8 years old Mila was tied to machines that were all but fried. As a result of underestimating her capability, the scientists and engineers of the project tried to test Mila's CPU ability...but the whole network she was connected to was overloaded and she fried all of the systems and equipment connected to it. When she opened her eyes, she saw only confused and curious adults looking down on her.

From then on out, it was decided that the project was a success but that she could not be used as a mere computer. Her body was outfitted with state of the art technology and Mila was raised to become a soldier and a weapon. Those that raised her were a bit cold and clumsy, but she was not treated solely as an object.

Throughout aging up, she suffered from a lack of socializing with others her age. She was given free time, but the main focus of those raising her always was to make her a good soldier and a weapon. As such, she matured faster than regular child would have. Despite all of this, Mila was no monster. She didn't lack basic emotions - she was mostly just socially clumsy.

She felt and thought differently - literally - than others. New information came to her as data that she needs to assimilate and restructure before adding them to her data bank and be able to respond appropriately. All of this was done seamlessly and in a flash, but it caused disparity with others. Due to this, she find it hard to go towards people.

Now at 16 years old, Mila was sent to Neo Kyoto to study at the 2nd Tactical Arts Academy; Yamato.

Neo Sorairo

@TheWindel It could be say that she's an Android, I guess. Though she's not entirely Cybernetic and contrary to regular Androids, she's not an AI - she retains her human brain and mind as well as emotions, but they are processed differently. :3

TL;DR She's probably an Android, but I have some quirks in to make it fun to write and RP for me.

Neo Sorairo

Bringing my character to the OOC for review. :3

Mira Engel, Project Angel

• Name: Mila Engel

• Age: 16

• Gender: Female

• Class: Gunner

• Nationality: German

• Appearance

---

• Bio: Mila's early life was happy and normal. Like so many others, there was the constant fear of attack by the invaders as she lived outside of a big city. Things drastically changed, however, when her town was indeed attacked by the aliens. When the military found the girl, gravely wounded and alone, they took her to safety. Or so she had thought at first.

For the longest time the German military attempted to create the perfect AI - a replica of the human mind. Eventually, it was deemed impossible to replicate the intricate human brain network. As such research shifted from creating a human out of a machine to creating a machine out of a human - using the mind as the most powerful CPU ever created. A young, almost fatally wounded and seemingly orphaned kid was the perfect opportunity.

Today, about 8 years later, Mila's body is a mix of synthetic and real, although none would see it with the naked eye. Her mind, however, function differently than it used to. She still feels emotions and kept her memories, but she has to process, structure and format all of it like any other data - which she do with extreme speed. This can leave her a bit socially awkward at times.

• Armament:

Iron Saga

Iron Saga is identified as a semi-automatic rifle, despite it's size. It comes equipped with a powerful electromagnetic radiation generator in it's middle compartment, ionizing gas into plasma. Effectively giving it infinite ammo, but needs to be kept from over heating.

It shoot small bursts of powerful plasma balls at it's target from mid to close range, but is less precise from long range. While not a Striker, Mila's enhanced cybernetic body allow her to carry and use the large cannon without using her psychic power to boost her physical strength, meaning she can keep her energy to boost her speed and mobility and remind at mid range.

• Psychic Drive:
Plasma Missiles Barrage
While built to focus fire, Iron Saga is also equipped with a missiles launcher. It requires to overload the generator to use, leaving the Gunner exposed for a short duration afterwards. As a Gunner Mila, however, can use her psychic abilities to double the efficiency of that attack: With her enhanced computing ability she is able to mark targets for weak spots and/or mark specific targets. She can then uses her psyche to infuse the projectile and 'control' them to their destination, making them homing. As a result an otherwise spray and pray attack becomes a highly focused barrage of plasma missiles.

• Extra:
- Extremely good at Calculations and precise works.
- Still having her human mind and brain, she does require sleep but less of it.
- She still requires food, but lost her sense of taste.
- She was named Project Angel due to her name.

• Sample Post:

01110000011000010110100101101110...
0110111101110110011001010111001001101100011011110110000101100100...

01110000011000010110100101101110...
0110111101110110011001010111001001101100011011110110000101100100...

01110000011000010110100101101110...
0110111101110110011001010111001001101100011011110110000101100100...

When she fell unconscious, the last thing Mila saw were the colours of the trees around her. She could feel the air on her skin, the pain at her side...she felt her breathing being heavy and painful. When she woke up, she felt none of it. In fact, she felt nothing - nor did she see anything. Or hear.

All she 'saw' was numbers defiling. She did not see them as much as she felt them, though. She had no sense to feel them after all. In fact, those numbers were her entire world. They composed her everything, they were what she is and how she perceived the world. Out of habit, she tried to scream but nothing happened came out. The girl tried to move, but nothing happened. Numbers - only numbers. The time went on even if she was unable to track it. Eventually, she realized that the numbers were more than just numbers, they were a part of her. Something she could affect; and by affecting them she could structure her world, so to say. First came her Mind, her 'Herself'. Then she managed to restructure her memory. How she did so was a mystery to her...it was like second nature.

It was like learning how to speak; encoded in her, yet needed to be mastered. The more she manipulated it, the more it became natural and fast. Code became images, numbers became feelings and, eventually, she felt something. Immense pain. Like a rope stressed too hard, she felt as if she was being split apart. Fighting this pain took longer than all the rest, but she eventually managed to quell it. After that, the rest came back faster: Hearing, Scent, Speaking and, finally, Sight.

The then 8 years old Mila was tied to machines that were all but fried. As a result of underestimating her capability, the scientists and engineers of the project tried to test Mila's CPU ability...but the whole network she was connected to was overloaded and she fried all of the systems and equipment connected to it. When she opened her eyes, she saw only confused and curious adults looking down on her.

From then on out, it was decided that the project was a success but that she could not be used as a mere computer. Her body was outfitted with state of the art technology and Mila was raised to become a soldier and a weapon. Those that raised her were a bit cold and clumsy, but she was not treated solely as an object.

Throughout aging up, she suffered from a lack of socializing with others her age. She was given free time, but the main focus of those raising her always was to make her a good soldier and a weapon. As such, she matured faster than regular child would have. Despite all of this, Mila was no monster. She didn't lack basic emotions - she was mostly just socially clumsy.

She felt and thought differently - literally - than others. New information came to her as data that she needs to assimilate and restructure before adding them to her data bank and be able to respond appropriately. All of this was done seamlessly and in a flash, but it caused disparity with others. Due to this, she find it hard to go towards people.

Now at 16 years old, Mila was sent to Neo Kyoto to study at the 2nd Tactical Arts Academy; Yamato.

Neo Sorairo

Mira Engel, Project Angel

• Name: Mila Engel

• Age: 16

• Gender: Female

• Class: Gunner

• Nationality: German

• Appearance

---

• Bio: Mila's early life was happy and normal. Like so many others, there was the constant fear of attack by the invaders as she lived outside of a big city. Things drastically changed, however, when her town was indeed attacked by the aliens. When the military found the girl, gravely wounded and alone, they took her to safety. Or so she had thought at first.

For the longest time the German military attempted to create the perfect AI - a replica of the human mind. Eventually, it was deemed impossible to replicate the intricate human brain network. As such research shifted from creating a human out of a machine to creating a machine out of a human - using the mind as the most powerful CPU ever created. A young, almost fatally wounded and seemingly orphaned kid was the perfect opportunity.

Today, about 8 years later, Mila's body is a mix of synthetic and real, although none would see it with the naked eye. Her mind, however, function differently than it used to. She still feels emotions and kept her memories, but she has to process, structure and format all of it like any other data - which she do with extreme speed. This can leave her a bit socially awkward at times.

• Armament:

Iron Saga

Iron Saga is identified as a semi-automatic rifle, despite it's size. It comes equipped with a powerful electromagnetic radiation generator in it's middle compartment, ionizing gas into plasma. Effectively giving it infinite ammo, but needs to be kept from over heating.

It shoot small bursts of powerful plasma balls at it's target from mid to close range, but is less precise from long range. While not a Striker, Mila's enhanced cybernetic body allow her to carry and use the large cannon without using her psychic power to boost her physical strength, meaning she can keep her energy to boost her speed and mobility and remind at mid range.

• Psychic Drive:
Plasma Missiles Barrage
While built to focus fire, Iron Saga is also equipped with a missiles launcher. It requires to overload the generator to use, leaving the Gunner exposed for a short duration afterwards. As a Gunner Mila, however, can use her psychic abilities to double the efficiency of that attack: With her enhanced computing ability she is able to mark targets for weak spots and/or mark specific targets. She can then uses her psyche to infuse the projectile and 'control' them to their destination, making them homing. As a result an otherwise spray and pray attack becomes a highly focused barrage of plasma missiles.

• Extra:
- Extremely good at Calculations and precise works.
- Still having her human mind and brain, she does require sleep but less of it.
- She still requires food, but lost her sense of taste.
- She was named Project Angel due to her name.

• Sample Post:

01110000011000010110100101101110...
0110111101110110011001010111001001101100011011110110000101100100...

01110000011000010110100101101110...
0110111101110110011001010111001001101100011011110110000101100100...

01110000011000010110100101101110...
0110111101110110011001010111001001101100011011110110000101100100...

When she fell unconscious, the last thing Mila saw were the colours of the trees around her. She could feel the air on her skin, the pain at her side...she felt her breathing being heavy and painful. When she woke up, she felt none of it. In fact, she felt nothing - nor did she see anything. Or hear.

All she 'saw' was numbers defiling. She did not see them as much as she felt them, though. She had no sense to feel them after all. In fact, those numbers were her entire world. They composed her everything, they were what she is and how she perceived the world. Out of habit, she tried to scream but nothing happened came out. The girl tried to move, but nothing happened. Numbers - only numbers. The time went on even if she was unable to track it. Eventually, she realized that the numbers were more than just numbers, they were a part of her. Something she could affect; and by affecting them she could structure her world, so to say. First came her Mind, her 'Herself'. Then she managed to restructure her memory. How she did so was a mystery to her...it was like second nature.

It was like learning how to speak; encoded in her, yet needed to be mastered. The more she manipulated it, the more it became natural and fast. Code became images, numbers became feelings and, eventually, she felt something. Immense pain. Like a rope stressed too hard, she felt as if she was being split apart. Fighting this pain took longer than all the rest, but she eventually managed to quell it. After that, the rest came back faster: Hearing, Scent, Speaking and, finally, Sight.

The then 8 years old Mila was tied to machines that were all but fried. As a result of underestimating her capability, the scientists and engineers of the project tried to test Mila's CPU ability...but the whole network she was connected to was overloaded and she fried all of the systems and equipment connected to it. When she opened her eyes, she saw only confused and curious adults looking down on her.

From then on out, it was decided that the project was a success but that she could not be used as a mere computer. Her body was outfitted with state of the art technology and Mila was raised to become a soldier and a weapon. Those that raised her were a bit cold and clumsy, but she was not treated solely as an object.

Throughout aging up, she suffered from a lack of socializing with others her age. She was given free time, but the main focus of those raising her always was to make her a good soldier and a weapon. As such, she matured faster than regular child would have. Despite all of this, Mila was no monster. She didn't lack basic emotions - she was mostly just socially clumsy.

She felt and thought differently - literally - than others. New information came to her as data that she needs to assimilate and restructure before adding them to her data bank and be able to respond appropriately. All of this was done seamlessly and in a flash, but it caused disparity with others. Due to this, she find it hard to go towards people.

Now at 16 years old, Mila was sent to Neo Kyoto to study at the 2nd Tactical Arts Academy; Yamato.

Neo Sorairo

Hey. :3 Interested. ._.

What degree of Tech. are we talking about? Do you accept Mechanized body parts (High Tech) and/or Androids (Not fully, since need Psychic potential). When you say they use their psychic powers to enhance their Attack Power, how so do you mean?

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

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The former Detention Club President acknowledged this with a tilt of her head, body turned and facing the window away from Rania. Her partner's words did affirm the strange presence in Miso City tonight, as well the random spike in Nightmares running rampant. However, that didn't concern her right now; both because she had no interest in helping and because of Rania's words. "So you met with my sister's murderer then. What did you do next when she told you all of this," was Chiaki's simple question.

Rania took the glass of wine which she had filled and brought into the room with her, sipping some of it as she crossed her leg over her other one, resting her head on her free hand. A favourite position of hers. "We fought." she elt out as if it had been a natural thing "There was someone else there. One of our sisters with a more inclined...positive way of seeing the world. I thought she was going to die...and I wanted to test this newcomer for myself. I like you Chiaki and I owe you some - but not enough to lay my life down for your dead sister." Another sip of wine.

"I let her go. Well, not like I could have stopped her anyway." she said, raising her shoulders and letting them fall down, with a sigh "You still feel her, don't you. If I do, then so do you." She stood up, with her cup, and walked over to the window. Also staring out."That Light Magical Girl I talked about? She was literally corrupted and became one of ours. Which might be good news if it did not speak so much of that Aegis level of power. What will you do?"

[color=ba2259]"I'm not concerned about your actions," was Chiaki's reply, not reacting as the other girl stood beside her. "Naturally you would have attacked an intruder in the city. No, that's not what I'm asking Rania. It might be more accurate for me to ask, what did you speak with this newcomer about." Saying this earned Rania a slow turn from Chiaki, expression unreadable behind her glasses. "It sounds like you've come into contact with a Demon walking among us. Devils spin with them all sorts of soothing lies so I'm curious. What did you speak to this Demon about."

Rania felt the eyes of her companion, but she only smiled and looked down inside her glass"Chiaki, Chiaki...if the 'soothing words' had reached me, would I stand here and tell you all this? You know me, you know what I am." she walked off a bit before continuing "Power. It is the only thing that matters in this world and it is what I seek. You have it, and I gave you my loyalty - but she also has power. Maybe more. Her presence in this city, at the very least, means more opportunity for growing in strength." She finally did look back at Chiaki

"She did say some very interesting things, I'll not lie to you...So, I ask again: What are you going to do?"

Even as Rania walked about, Chiaki's gaze did not leave her form. A couple of moments were spent musing upon the words offered though. "You lost to the Demon. I cannot blame you for failing to bring down my sister's murderer. Wishing for that is unfair. Even so, you should bear to remember that for all your attraction to power, you still lack it." Chiaki barely blinked as she took a step forward to position herself, facing Rania more clearly now. "Don't forget that you're only chasing the end trails. You're nowhere near your ideal version of power," the former president spoke in a near hiss.

"If you find yourself doubting loyalty to me, I'll will personally be the one to remind you of my power, Rania. I owe that much to you as your partner."

All pretention of smiles had left Rania's face at this answer, and she was contemplating her partner in a thoughtful manner. Thinking. Truly pondering the words exchanged. Then, as if nothing had happened, her constant permanent smirk made it's way back before she spoke again "I know my place, President. You need not remind me of our previous duel...and this discussion alone reminds me why I chose to follow you in the first place."

"Remember that, one day, I will reach this ideal Power of mine, partner. Until that day, if I ever were to lose my way...please do remind me of it." She offered her class of wine to Chiaki.

A pause as Chiaki stared at the glass. "Yes. Until then." Despite what she said, she didn't take her eyes off Rania. She had caught that falter in the smirk; if there was anyone who knew Rania best in this city, it was her. That was why she accepted the offered glass, pressing the sharp tasting drink to her lips.

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After her escapade through the city streets to try and help as many as she possibly could as well as her encounter with Touka and her blue haired friend, Gaia had been quick to fly back to her friends. Upon arriving, she had noticed that things calmed down around them...thanks to Soma and Tama, no doubt. Just as she was about to get to Soma, some other girl came from the sky to get her...another one of them, Gaia felt. She turned to Tama. "I'm afraid not. I was hoping she would be with you..." Her stare raised to the top of the building where she had been at the very beginning of this whole story - and snow kept on falling.

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Time passed, and Alara was still missing. Yui did look for her, but found nothing much to her dismay. Nor could she feel her presence anymore...but she refused to believe that the worst had happened. Surely, she was out there somewhere. It was a certainty.

Despite all of the negativity that plagued the Holidays, there was one positive thing that happened on the magic of Christmas: she had finally been adopted. By Yuri, the head mistress of the Orphanage and the woman who raised her. Though she wanted to keep helping at the orphanage, Yuri made it clear that she did this so Yui could go back to school and live the proper life of a teenager, without the responsibility of an adult. For this, of course, she was happy and thankful beyond words or tears.

Now that she was standing in front of Miso High, however, anxiety took over. She looked one last time to make sure she had her bags, books and that her uniform was well adjusted then, with a deep breath, she walked in. After changing for indoor shoes and taking only the books she'd be needing, and her lunch, Yui left for class. Since she came in so early, she had to wait for almost an hour before the teacher came to bring her to the class. She walked in first and sought the class attention before announcing a new transfer student and asking Yui to come in. Once in front of the class, she bowed respectfully. "Greetings and thank you for welcoming me. My name is Murata Yui, I am glad to meet you all."

Then, as she took a closer look to her classmates-to-be her blood almost froze once her eyes spotted what she recognized as being none other than the Detention Club President herself...Touka, looking out the window. She also spotted her blue haired companion. While vastly different out of their magical girls attire, she still recognized and felt them.
Nonetheless, she kept her smile as she walked up to an empty desk, at the front of the class and sat down. She was glad to be back in school...but so far it looked like it would not be relaxing...