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 Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 11:06 pm
[ Maintenance ]
"I'm sorry for your loss. Death always comes too soon." Hwan's face softened and dimmed at Chris's explanation and the twin felt kind of shitty for bringing up the subject. Geez, that was probably just what the other guy had needed, a reminder that his family had lost not only their livelihood but someone had died. He wanted to say something to cheer the guy up but Chris beat him to it and offered to move on with a smile.
"You caught that, huh? That was Jeong, we're twins. And yeah, we have a younger sister! She lives in Trost. Going to school to become the world's best and brightest." The latest letters from Yoon-su had sounded good. Hwan's voice was very affectionate and proud as he spoke of his sister. He explained that she was ten years old and the cutest girl you'd ever see while following Chris to the maintenance area. Hopefully if he were loud and bright like usual, it would get Chris's mind off the depressing stuff.
"I ask because we're trying to put together a band. Can you play anything?" Obviously no one here was going to be a professional musician but maybe there were some hobbyists around. Group activities were fun and well, bands were good for social things. Chris seemed smart from the way he talked and so Hwan figured maybe the guy had a hidden talent. Hopefully one he didn't mind sharing! Sitting down at one of the stations to tinker with the gear, he glanced at it as they continued talking.
Playing with some of the smaller pieces in his fingers, he turned them over curiously to learn each inch and angle of them. Hwan had never been great at learning things out of books or by diagram so the chance to physically see and touch this stuff helped greatly. It would take a few sessions of maintaining the equipment for him to feel confidant he'd mastered it but he didn't mind the work as this was the future he saw for himself. So this part had to go here and that would need proper cleaning on a regular basis...
"Or do you know anyone that can play? Got a friend?" His eyes flickered over to another youth that seemed to be glancing Chris's direction whenever he had a spare moment.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 7:34 am
[Blades -> Maintenance - Preacher Maria]Preacher glanced over at Lillian, taking in the clumsy way she moved. A sigh heaved out of her mouth and her yellow eyes narrowed. She knew they let anyone into the military (after all, they'd let her in), but still... this girl was greener than springborn grass. "Were ya not even ********' watchin, ya dicksqueeze? Tha military is all about one thing: ya watch tha people who ain't been killed yet n' ya imitate them. N' iffin ya real lucky, ya copy 'em good enough that ya dun die. I ain't as good as ********' baldie, but watch. N' try not ta blink." Maybe the girl's odd-colored eyes meant she had to be shown multiple times. Or soemthing. Preacher was not in the mood to coddle anyone lately and she almost felt guilty about it. She snorted inelegantly and launched into a series of thrusts and slashes, whirling with an innate kind of grace. "Jus'... try n' do that there. Without cuttin' yerself inta gross, bloody ribbons. We gotta do maintenance too n' Giselle already showed me some inna class. So ya work on blade for a bit n' then join me for working on technical s**t, I guess." Preacher just... didn't care, really. If the girl sliced herself, she'd be nearby to patch her up, and she'd keep one eye on Liliian, but she wasn't going to show bladework to someone who hadn't been watching to begin with. Hmph. PReacher jogged up to the benches, grabbed some cleaning supplies and booked it back over to Lillian. It would really be awful if the girl slashed herself while Preacher wasn't looking. A short distance away, she plopped down in the grass and began meticulously taking her blades apart. With a flick of the cleaning cloth, her hand slipped and the blade nicked into her thumb. Preacher cursed and stuck it in her mouth. Why did the damn things have so many little grooves and crannies? Annoying. Annoying. Annoying. She sighed. "How ya makin' out, eyeballs?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 6:32 pm
[Blades -> Maintenance - Lillian Carter]Lillian stumbled and clumsily made her way through practice with her partner. For all the knack she had for previous lessons, this one was getting to her. "Imitation takes time... practice.. " She sighed, knowing her partner was right. If she slipped up outside of these walls she would be done for. "It's not like I'm not trying. I would not be here if I wasn't serious. It's training for a reason!" She shrugged the comments off as best as she could, doing her best to block Preacher's oncoming thrusts. She could block well enough at least... the clang of the metal resonated in her ears as she pushed onwards towards her partner. She wasn't the best of the crop, but she wasn't going to give up. She side-eyed Preacher, not even bothering to come back with a retort. She was drained, tired, and a bit scared. "Maintenance.. right." She began to slowly, meticulously, take the blades apart. There were so many pieces that went into these blades. She reached over, grabbing the cleaning supplies, and slowly began cleaning the smaller pieces first. It didn't look too hard to put back together, at least to her. It helped to have a good memory. She twitched, hearing her partner react. He cut himself? She wasn't quite sure what to do.. she could risk getting yelled at and help, or quietly continue cleaning her blades. Sighing, she turned around and eyed him before getting up to get a bandage and something to clean the cut with. He'd deal with it. Not that the cut looked large or anything.. but if it got infected..
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:01 pm
By now muscles were achy, and sore, giving grief to most anyone who'd stuck it out the entirety of the training. But with the ripping and shredding of old muscle, came the rebuilding of new and better, just like these trainee's who would be one step closer to blossoming to full fledged members of the military! It was impressive, really, those who'd stuck it out into the fourth and final week of the 3DMG training, nearing the home stretch. There'd been some who hadn't been able to stick it through to this point, and the ones who now gathered to cluster at attention before their instructors had a mixture of determination and weariness in their worn out features.
Once again the trainee's would find themselves before the grand forest that lay along the outskirts of the camp, Baldy standing as proud and intimidating as ever. However... for those who let their gaze wander to behind the building of a man, they might be giving a few double takes. The magnificent tree's that stand oh so beautifully, and strong look as lovely as ever, their foliage lustrous--wait.... what are those shadowy figures? Some may even freeze up as their chests seize a moment with panic. Dotted around in the depths of the wood were giant silhouettes... Were... Were those.. Titans?! What were they doing here? And why wasn't Baldy doing anything about them?! But with a loud throat clearing from their mighty instructor, the trainee's were given clarification.
The shouting rang mercilessly as ever, tones unmatched, and words strangely put, "Congratulations to all of you little grub worms for crawling out of the dung this far! Here's the final test for you dirt nuggets to become at least somewhat useful!" with his own 3DMG gear locked on, Baldy turned and shoot off the two cords to propel himself into the dense forest. Perching atop a branch that was near one of the cutouts of the titan profiles, he thrust a blade out to pout at the nape of the neck, where a cushion was poised, "This is your target, you helpless newborn fawns! Make sure you cut deep into it. None of this wussy little slicing, like you're cutting up a pie! NO! This a cow ready for the slaughter to feed your starving family!" he retracted his sword and slid it back into place, "Use what you've learned these past few weeks to execute a PERFECT finish! Don't you dare even THINK of disappointing us by failing, and having wasted our time!" With that, he boosted himself back to land right before his pupils, smiling uncomfortably sweetly.
"GET TO IT!"
Week 4 Guidelines- You will roll two die with ten sides. Each die represents one of your characters blades effectiveness. Both the die must be at least a 4 or higher in order to successfully put in a full cut through the false titans nape. You must succeed five times, and provide a link for each one when you get your last successful roll. - You are free to rp with others once you finish the testing. - Please have [ Prompt Response | Character Name] at the top, so it's easier to identify between simple rping and actual prompt responding. - Please PM if you have any questions! You have until September 29th at 11:59PM EDT to finish.
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Qixel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:17 pm
[Prompt Response | Amalia Stern]
Amalia flew through the forest with the aid of the 3DMG, looking this way and that - There! A "titan", off in the distance. She changed course for the dummy and went for the kill, but couldn't get deep enough. "Tch." She landed on a tree and prepared for another go.
Successful Rolls:
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Qixel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 9
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:21 pm
[Prompt Response | Amalia Stern]Firing off the tree branch, she swung around, slashing much deeper into the titan's nape. A solid kill. She went off to find another. Successful Rolls: [1]
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Qixel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:23 pm
[Prompt Response | Amalia Stern]Soaring through the tress, Amalia spotted another titan just in front of her. She swooped down upon it and sliced straight through the back of it's neck. Successful Rolls: [1] [2]
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Qixel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:26 pm
[Prompt Response | Amalia Stern]Amalia shot off from the dead titan in search of another. Successful Rolls: [1] [2]
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Qixel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 3
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:28 pm
[Prompt Response | Amalia Stern]As the trees blurred past, Amalia caught a glimpse of a faux titan to her left. Twisting her body, she shot towards it. Successful Rolls: [1] [2]
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Qixel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:31 pm
[Prompt Response | Amalia Stern]As she neared the titan, she swung in for the kill, but missed. Swearing loudly, she went around for another go. Successful Rolls: [1] [2]
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Qixel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 9
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:33 pm
[Prompt Response | Amalia Stern]Swooping down again, she misjudged the distance once more and missed. "Sonuva...!" Landing on a tree branch, she prepared to go again. Successful Rolls: [1] [2]
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Qixel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:35 pm
[Prompt Response | Amalia Stern]Amalia glared at the titan, and then launched herself towards it. Thankfully, she hit it this time, slicing through the nape. Successful Rolls: [1] [2] [3]
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Qixel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:39 pm
[Prompt Response | Amalia Stern]As she flew through the forest, she couldn't help but think she heard Yesenia laughing somewhere. Shaking her head, she looked for a titan. Successful Rolls: [1] [2] [3]
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Qixel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:42 pm
[Prompt Response | Amalia Stern]Amalia swung around a tree and saw a titan. Swooping in, she slashed as hard as she could, but her reach wasn't up to par and she got a shallow cut. She really needed to work on the distance. Successful Rolls: [1] [2] [3]
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Qixel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 3:44 pm
[Prompt Response | Amalia Stern]After swearing profusely, Amalia went around for another go, cutting through this time. Successful Rolls: [1] [2] [3] [4]
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