The Rectifier

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Calvin goes about debriefing his team to preserve order of events, and promptly returns the Roamer bikes back to their assigned stations. Without the presence of the many officers, Fuma senses the interaction seem to relax. At least, for him it seemed that way. He observes the woman's expressions and posture as she takes in his appearance. Yeah... He knows he looks different. But he always assumed it was a generally non-threatening appearance at the very least.

"Hello Fuma," the lady finally spoke, and more sighed out the words rather than said them.

She's still staring at me funny... I understand, but wow. She's more confused than Selah was.

"My name is Qiada Maya Lavandula, but please, just call me Maya. So, uh, could you please direct me to whoever is in charge around here?"

Whoops, she continued. Ummmm Kaida Maya Lava Plooda- crap I wasn't paying attention. This is awkward. Fuma straightens a bit as she clarifies her shorter name, and poses the question of authority. Well that's interesting, typically they want to avoid the highest level of authority on this planet. The attentions of "the boss" are not something to be treasured or longed for. It's a brutal reality, that everyone is a pawn to be used and discarded. If no one notices you, you can't be discarded. It's a fine art, the ability of being average. Don't be so good as to get noticed, but don't be so BAD you get noticed. A game of push and pull, success and failure, that must cancel out until your existence is simply erased. No impact whatsoever. It's rumored to be a nice feeling, but Fuma wouldn't know anything of the sort.

"Good to finally meet you, Miss Maya. The scouts certainly took their time escorting you- and CALVIN didn't even give you a jacket on the ride here... Unacceptable. Well, at the very least I should answer your question. The authority figure of which you seek, would be me."

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The leader climbs on his bike and kicks it in gear. Upon closer observation, the white haired woman notices that he only possesses a total of seven fingers, and his dilapidated riding gloves have been altered to accommodate such. Creepy.

Oddly, he's headed away from the blocky looking structure that was the rebel base. He didn't seem aware of it at all, that's odd. Shouldn't he be going back? Wait what- oh yeah.

"Ahhhh, sir? Might I advise a revision in regards to your navigational plan? We're going the wrong way." The second in command politely intercedes with the leader's actions to lessen the chances of a very very long night.

"I would accept said advisement and thusly resolve to flip-a-bitch." He pulls on the handle bars and turns the bike back around, headed for the base once more. He remembers this patrol quite well, and ends up guiding his team flawlessly.

"Fuma, we're en route back home. Visitor in tow." The leader promptly updates his waiting superior, on his current actions and status of the visitor.

"Excellent work, Calvin! And so timely, for once." Fuma responds to his officer optimistically, encouraging him but ending the transmission with a playful quip. He pushes back his highlighter orange hair out of his masked face and watches the fighters slowly turn in for the night. Tension always grows as night approaches, as does the silence. They're fearful, but equally exhausted. One by one they give in to sleep, and hunger.

Good... He decided. The less to interact with the visitor the better. His fighters were under enough stress already, having lost their families decades ago and live on fighting a black, burning enemy. They're fearful of the enemy, as well as their own nightmares that every fighter is enslaved to. Despite the bleak status of the dimension, Fuma always thought himself be a warm host. He made it his mission to help, protect, and accommodate stragglers. The world is a harsh one and he refused to give in to the convenience of overlooking anyone who may need help. This new visitor may not need anything that his rebellion has to offer, but he would certainly do what he could to ensure they aren't left behind.

We're the good guys. The good guys always suffer, but that doesn't mean that others should have to bear that suffering as well. His rather romantic musings are interrupted as a pounding comes from the hangar door and the scout troupe enters in their tight formation. Fuma jumps a bit but takes a deep breath and stands. He fixes his annoying hair again, and strides across the hangar with a confident gait. His masks tries to depict a smile with the strange markings, and he gestures to the visitor with a half bow.

Calvin, the ring leader, pulls off his helmet and allows his black eyes to adjust to the bright light in the hangar as he shakes out his white-blonde hair. With a bit of a jerky movement, he assists the visitor with getting off his motorcycle and steps aside to allow unhindered contact with Fuma, as he would prefer that.

"Welcome to the Circus, miss. I'm Fuma. Who might you be?"

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The leader sighs a bit and looks her up and down for additional weapons. He notes that her clothing choices are not ideal for this particular terrain of sharp rocks and unforgiving wind. She has no idea what she's walked into...

"There are no more towns. However.. we wouldn't dream of leaving you out here alone. Night is falling, come along with us."

One of the other riders slings his gun back onto his back and approaches the odd girl slowly, extending his empty hands to show he doesn't mean to harm her. He moves as though he has training for these situations.

The days are getting even shorter... only a few hours after noon and it's already dropping severely in temperature out here.

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Fuma nods with satisfaction at what he hears over the radio and finally turns to Rai.

"Well well, if it isn't tardy mctardy."

Rai turns her nose up and scoffs, "Oh save it, smart ass. You okay out there? Radio seemed pretty worried."
She finishes her snide remark with genuine worry, not that she gives a crap anyways. She's just bored.

"BAH, I'm fine Rai. Heard your bike was busted, did you wreck?"

"Not this time. I upgraded her calipers and scavenged nicer tires. The tread helps, but the roads aren't any more forgiving than before. That's all," she shrugs off the observation and grins.

"Okay okay we're cool. The scouts are bringing in the unknown female, I may need you to hold things down while I have a chat with her. You good with that?"

"Right as rain, sugar."

Radio cackles through the headsets and Fuma jumps, but ends up laughing about it.

Hm... I wonder what this girl is here for. Usually they don't survive entering the atmosphere. We'll see.

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Fuma lands his craft and it dissipates into the surrounding, writhing blackness. He doesn't break stride and continues into the hangar. It's quieter, since the shift change went smoothly and without confusion. The calmer, more rested day shift just finished lunch. Now, what was he back for... Ah that's right.

Fuma taps on his radio and begins to speak but is interrupted.

"Took you long enough. The scouts have made contact with the intruder. First report states that it's a female,white hair and dark clothing. She does not appear to be hostile and did not greet our team with malice." Radio pushes a roughly typed report into his hands that he does a once over of.

"I see. Well, than we should refrain from using force." Fuma flips on his channel to the scouts and calmly speaks his orders to them.

"Good work fellas. Please lower your weapons as the lady asked, I thought I taught you to have some manners."

The leader jumps a bit at his superior's voice and reaches up to his Comm device.

"Yes sir, understood, sir." He repeats the orders as protocol demands, and the scouts lower their weapons. He takes off his helmet and nods to the strange woman in apology.

"Please forgive me, we don't take any chances around here. What happened to you, miss? You look worn, and you appear to be alone. It's too dangerous out here for that kind of behavior."

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Rai shakes out her jaw length jet black hair and walks over to Fuma with growing curiosity. She listens to his orders and feels a spark of excitement. Sounds like what Radio was talking about is a lot more than she made it out to be. Even so, there are weapons to be repaired and blades to be sharpened.

There's a rumbling in the atmosphere... I can feel it. Like the thick warm winds before a storm.

Her exotic appearance and unearthly skin tones mask her wonderings as she goes about tuning up her weapons and armor, waiting for more information on the visitor.

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In relevance to the RP, Rai is a chick now. Same appearance, just a gender change

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The movie was intense, I was pleased anyways. Most people expected it to be completely canon but that wasn't the point of the movie to begin with :3 It's a Japanese hour movie, not an anime. Some just can't wrap their tiny minds around that.

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The leader of the scouting formation swings his leg over the bike and crunches through the sharp gravel. With every step he is reminded of the mauled scars that ravage his body. Surviving a crash in this terrain is almost worse than death, as the hungry surface was quite adept at stripping unfortunate stumblers of flesh. Shaking off the unpleasant memories, he sighs and looks around.
Communicating through his advanced holographic display within his helmet-

"See anything? Better safe than sorry."

His second in command cuts off his engine and responds.

"Negative. We haven't made it to the crash site yet, sir. As always."

Surprisingly, their ring leader has extremely poor directional abilities. Even so, his combined paranoia and extreme amounts of luck end up giving their team the highest hit stats and most valuable intelligence officers. He's truly an enigma, that no one questions.

The leader speculates aloud.

"Hm... This could be another instance like Commander Selah-"

"ACHOO-......."

"Did you hear... what I think I heard?" The taller of the four, and leader, turns toward the direction of the sneeze. He watches the dust swirl about and begin to settle behind a large black stone. He motions for his group to fall quiet and aims his gun loosely, slowly crunching to the side of the boulder. Two of the other armored men do the same toward the opposing side.

He motions for them to hold their position and takes a deep breath, calmly accepting the small amounts of adrenaline his body is barely capable to produce.

"Reveal yourself, we've surrounded you. Please don't make this hard, any commotion will alert the Enemy to our position. We all live, or none of us do." He keeps his gun trained on a possible exit, but his finger off the trigger.

Well here I am again. Nose to nose with some freak show that spiraled into the middle of our quad, without invitation. At least they didn't crash into our base. Not again. Maybe it won't be a hostile...

but I'm not going to take any chances...

The scars upon his back and throat tell a story of broken trust and missions gone awry.

But not this time.

Not this time.

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Okay guys I don't think DreamWalker is coming back. Rai is a character I created for him because he said he couldn't do it himself, so if you want me to just man the storm archon for him I can do that.

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"Hey there Fuma, an unknown craft entered the atmosphere in quadrant three. Do you copy?"

Radio's slightly annoyed updates crackle in through his craft's com system. He jumps a little, not expecting her to still be working. Honestly, he tends to zone out a bit when he's flying. It's a relaxing place for him to be, he's in control, alone. Fuma slaps his receiver and takes a deep breath.

"Yeah, yeah I'm with ya Radio. What seems to be the situation? Any more details?"

"Nope, we were waiting on your orders."

"Alright, well I'm pretty far from base... and quadrant three."

"HOW are you that far??" Radio scrolls over her map, searching for signs of Fuma's craft. His trail vanishes at the edge of her known map, the lastly charted territories of the battle field as well as enemy territory. It just vanishes. "Fuma it's not safe to just take off wherever! How long have you been doing this?"

Fuma reaches to terminate the transmissions but stops, remembering the original reason she began making contact with him.

"... Send out a scout team, I'll be back soon. Do NOT, deploy Rai. He stays home this time." He flips off the signal and pulls his craft around, headed back to base from his unknown location.

This... this could be interesting. Something other than the enemy for once.

The dank, suffocating landscape seems to grab at his craft, like cold and living tendrils. His disregard for them is evident as the craft glides through the clouds, thoughts circling all the things he has planned. He checks his mask for cracks and solidity, preparing to deal with whatever threats may come.

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The scouting troupe of four bikers rev up, preparing for the gates to be opened. They roll out into the perpetual night, speeding toward the given coordinates dispatched by Radio. The engines don't even echo in the canyon drop off, swallowed up by the swirling presence around. It's going to be a long day.

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That new Shingeki no Kyojin game looks pretty promising

@Specter189

Yes. Yeeeeeesssss. Going to the movie Wednesday