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Current Stop being passive aggressive. Just be aggressive.
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It is certainly not 'optimal', but it *is* doable, depending on what you want to do with it. You could go swords or valor bard and play them more like a warrior with some magical ability
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One might say your villain arc has begun. Embrace it.
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Man do I love watching the circus
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the bifrost natives



Tallow identifies their alignment as chaotic chaotic
I figure a decent comparison would just be like a Gundam vs a grunt mobile suit. In a straight matchup the AUG armor outfights the MA 90% of the time, skill probably comes into account, and some rarer jumbo MA might be trouble, but generally they must rely on numbers or tactics to overcome an AUG team.


For your perusal, let me know if anything needs fixing! The Chevalier is basically my take on an apache attack helicopter, but AUG




Galahad Caradoc



Galahad dreaded every step he took towards his childhood home, not just because he wasn't looking forward to being home so soon, but also due to the company he kept. His family guards for their part, reacted more or less as he expected-at least no weapons were drawn, though one could never really sheath lances. The Caradoc Manor was a large home of classic Edrenian architecture, built from slabs of white marble and gilded with the Caradoc family crest. For all of its grandeur, the home felt as cold and imposing as it always did as Galahad made his way up the steps of the building. At the front door, a man at arms silently welcomed them, holding the door open for they entered. The interior of the manor was just as opulent as the outside. Fine carpeting stretched across the cold marble floor, its high walls and ceilings adorned with gold and jewel encrusted weapons and artwork. The ceiling itself was a tapestry of the Caradoc family line, and its accomplishments, starting generations back, endless depictions of gallant Caradoc men bearing pristine silver and blue plate.

Underneath a mural of his own likeness stood his father, Artorias Caradoc. None to pleased to see what Galahad had brought back home. Galahad couldn't help but sigh as his father demanded an explanation.

"It appears as though his Majesty's call also extended to mages, spies, and swords both named and nameless." Galahad replied curtly. The two men stood across from one another, a sourcless tension between the two, almost palpable enough to snap like a band. " Leonhart has instructed me to find and end the Blight. Our groups were picked by the king himself. If this troubles you, I advise you to take it up with your nephew."

"Insolence." The older Caradoc practically spat, though whether it was directed towards Galahad or the king himself was not entirely clear. "To bring the Demon to your own home, to stand in front of her with your back exposed. Galahad, I know not if you are a fool, or merely foolish. How bleak things have become."

"The demon, the spy, the sword and the mage helped me save the king from an attempt on his life." Galahad reminded him, "Without them, Edren's future would be considerably more bleak."

"Regardless. I'm sure you'll be thrilled to know that we do not plan to stay for long. Once we resupply, we'll be off." Galahad stated curtly, though the sound of the door opening behind his father stopped any further reply.

"Surely you don't plan to leave without even having dinner with your family?" in almost stark contrast to the cold callousness of the two Caradoc men, this voice was considerably warmer, as his mother stepped out to greet the Kirins.
ECHO DOMAIN - PLATFORM #2884


Very few would note 'stealth' as one of Echo's strong suits, but throughout this deployment it had been surprisingly apt at just that. Perhaps both the cloaking technology and leadership of Rasch provided assistance in that, but nonetheless, Echo's warform, along with the rest of the team had managed to get the drop on a group of targets. While the others moved in to form a killbox, Echo more or less stayed stationary, hanging back to preparing a base of fire while also negating it's biggest weakness to stealth- it's size and noise it would make if it moved.

With their first strike prepared, Echo's weapons began to power up. Unfortunately, no amount of cloaking would mask the telltale whine of an Unztadlig's beam cannon, but luckily for them all, they did not delay in ambushing their targets. Salvatore and Alice's weapons struck first, followed by the tarrhaidim. A moment later the whine grew to a crescendo and a lance of energy surged towards the power armored trooper, the fresh smell of burnt ozone lingering in the air. A split second later, two streams of tracers swept across the automata positions as Echo charged forward on antigrav boosted legs. With luck, the enemy squad would believe the fire was coming from the Unztadlige platform alone, drawing any return fire towards it's thicker armor, while the rest of the squad maneuvered to collapse on the remaining targets.

Where stealth was not in Echo's toolset, attacking over open ground was. Maneuvering with it's heaviest sections of armor facing forward while autocannons and beam cannons turned the mechanical centaur into a veritable porcupine of weapons fire. For good measure, a second blast from it's main cannon struck where the power armor trooper was positioned.

Alert. Platform is now attempting to draw fire. Advise. Avoid entering projected movement path. Elaboration. Platform mass likely to cause extreme physical trauma in event of collision.
Love me some mecha... Will definitely be reading through this.

@Psyker Landshark don't yell at me pls
After some thinking, I don't know if I'll have the time to be able to commit to this RP, best of luck to everyone though!


Day 1 Time: Night Weather: Moderate Rain Location: Main Ballroom
Participants: Leah @Vietmyke Anastasia Arslan @Ti, Sylvia Copeland @LuckyBlackCat




The quiet had lasted for only a moment, the resulting tension snapping like a rubber band. For the briefest moment they were alone, and then the pupa came. Leah steeled herself as the noncombat students began to move, while the rescue team headed off and the defense students like herself moving to the rear of their formation to fend off the pupa as they entered through broken windows and from hallways out of sight. Not quite an overwhelming flood, but they came from nowhere and everywhere at once, and panic ensued. Students began to engage in their own battles, usually a senior accompanied by a junior or two.

Leah's eyes caught motion to her left, and instinctively, a piece of plate metal shifted, as a pointed fingers like spears pierced them but stuck. A Pupa tried to retract its nails for a second strike, but Leah was faster, throwing the plate up into the air to break the creature's guard as she threw several more chunks of metal into its chest. Once, twice, then thrice, Leah struck the creature, a steel gauntlet mimicking the motions of its manipulator as Leah rapidly jabbed her fist through the air. The steel itself wasn't enough to kill the creature, but dazed it enough for Leah to take the chunk of steel its nails were still attached through and lob it out the nearest window.

For the most part, the plan seemed to be working, Ana, along with Raff and Manny had begun to lead the remaining students out of the ballroom, which meant it was time for Leah to start sealing the way out. "Defenders! Fall back!" Her voice boomed across the ballroom, "Into the hall! I'm sealing the ballroom!" While most of them were capable fighters, there were too many Pupa for them to just fight off- not to mention they were still just students. The ballroom was too open, at least in the hallways they knew they could only be attacked from one or two, clear directions at a time.

As the remaining students began to back out, A flash of fur and silver caught Leah's eyes. Sylvia had bitten off a bit more than she could chew, the junior student taking on a Pupa by herself. She'd done a number to the pupa, but it had gotten a piece of her too. As the creature leaped up to swipe at the grounded Sylvia, a large chunk of steel knocked it off its feet as Leah landed behind her, sideswiping the Pupa with several bits of plate. Clasping both her fists together and bringing them down over her head, a storm of metal collapsed over the creature's head, driving it into the ground. Leah panted, sweating, tired from manipulating so much material in so short a time, but exhaustion could wait until after they'd gotten out of trouble. With a yank of her hand, a wave of telekinetic force pulled the caitshifter off the ground and onto her feet.

"We. Are. Leaving." Leah said to her with an exerted grunt, before another wave of telekinetic force urged the second year towards the hall. Leah's face strained again as she flew over and stood under the archway that connected the hall to the ballroom. As her fist clenched, the stonework above her began to crack and shift. Pebbles and chips of broken stonework began to fall from the ceiling as Leah's powers took hold of the structure itself, the rest of the steel that she had commandeered falling to the ground with a series of unceremonious clunks. "Everyone! Out! Now! I need to close them off, there's too many of them!"
Heyo! Been a busy weekend but I'll look at getting a character up soon!
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