Relationship Status: Single Current Mood: Mixed Nation: Aramil | Alliance: N/A | Bloodline: Kiranu | Class: Weapons Master Rank: Adept | Gold: 7,000 | Talent: N/A | Weapons: Royal Sword, Trench Knives, Short Bow Current Weapon(s) in use: N/A
Energy: 900/900 | Strength: 8 | Speed: 8
-----------------------------------------"I don't want to know what they did.."----------------------------------------
A young mute Kiranu girl panted as she finally made it to the gates of Kusana city. She had come far from where she used to be on the battlefield in Yuran and where she once lived in Aramil. 'Finally made it here.. Can't smell Fav though.' Shura thought to herself as she neared the gates. The large roots blocked her path for a moment, which made her tilt her head in confusion, but eventually they receded and she was allowed to enter. She moved through the gates and into the city scrying on her note pad and pointing it at people to get directions, eventually finding her way to where she needed to go.
[enter / exits]
-----------------------------"..They are not who I am.." -----------------------------
Skill used: N/A
Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2015 8:08 pm
Age: 19 || Species: White Nightmare || Culture: Closest is Volana Energy: 900 Nymn casually walked up to the entrance of Kranila. She stopped in front of the rather interesting roots, and stared at them for a second before they receded. It was rather interesting to watch them move by themselves, though the swords and shields looked like it would be rather uncomfortable to have that attached to them. Stepping past the roots she turned and walked backwards, watching them close behind her as she entered the city. She had originally came from Aramil, but she liked the idea of traveling. However, though she would never admit it, because it was to much of a hassle to explain, after hearing the news of Yuran's destruction, she couldn't help but stop by Kranila, a place where some of the Yuran refuges headed to for shelter. She wanted to see if anyone from her village, no matter the struggles they put her through, had survived. It wasn't about love or compassion for them, it was more of seeing if the people that she had a connection with, something that tied her to reality, even if calling it a connection was a stretch, were still alive. It would be a pity if they didn't, and she supposed it'd be a pity if they did, it pretty much boiled down to curiosity, and that was about it. Enter
GENERAL INFO Stats Spd/Str- 10/4 Energy-900 Class-Gunslinger Weapons -Revolver(2) -Dagger (2) Armor -Normal Clothing Inventory -Bullets (300) -Wash Cloth -Sewing Kit -Clothing Scrub Brush -Scrap Cloth (4) -Coin Purse (7,000) -Map -Box of Mints (30) -Box of Cookies (20) -Gun Care Kit
SKILLS Air
• Air Suction-E • Air Punch/Kick-E • Air Funnel-D • Gliding-D
Eve had to stop walking for what felt like the eighteenth time in the past few hours. Once again she was bent at the waist jabbing at her knee with a screwdriver. This place all full of nature kept managing to lodge dirt clods and rocks in the small gaps in her robotic leg. It did not actually hinder her movement at all, just made the most irritating grinding noise. What was even more agitating was the looks she was getting from everyone. Fancy looking elves with pointed eyes, noses held high and judgmental eyes cast her wicked looks. "Yeah yeah, I remember. Nature trumps innovation...friggin tree monkeys." She whispered that last part under her breath just to be safe. It had been that way since she moved here, though not of her own volition. Yuran was her home, had been for years. That was until a horde of demon came and literally burned it to the ground. Sure it sucked but she finally had a good reason to get out and see the world. While Kusana had not exactly been her dream destination it was nice to be alive. *Alive and in good condition...for now. You really need to upgrade.* Eve nodded her head to the being living in her head as she leaned back up, tucking away the screw driver in to one of the dozens of pockets she had on her outfit. She was probably an odd sight for the native dirt-people of Kranila. Being literally decked out with tools and scrap parts Eve appeared to be a walking junkyard. She was just making her fourth return journey from the ruins of Pronta, collecting whatever she could in order to build. Surprising to absolutely no one on this plane of existence the home of the snooty elves was short on all things technical. "Yeah, well you try building anything when the greatest advancement these people have is natural 'plumbing'." She was really not in the best of moods that day, but nothing was new to Minerva. The AI imitated a sigh and shook Eve's head for her a few times. The girl smirked at the friendly invasion and put a stop to it, probably officially looking like she was insane to those around her.
Energy 900 Stats 5/6 Equipment Passives
Technique
Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 5:15 pm
Age: 19 || Species: White Nightmare || Culture: Closest is Volana Energy: 900 As Nymn made her way through the gate, she heard a weird grinding noise. Turning around, she saw the most curious sight. A machine that looked like a woman was walking behind her, digging dirt and rocks from the crevices in her legs, and decked out like a walking workshop. Nymn had to admit that the thing looked pretty cool, but looking at the faces of the people the machine passed, she figured she was probably the only one. She slowed her steps slightly so that she was almost behind the strange girl as the girl's paced outmatched her slowed one. She seemed to be talking to herself and making weird gestures, but who was Nymn to judge something weird? When she got completely behind the girl, she crouched, wrapping her arms around her knees and quietly hopping on her toes as she peered at the girls legs as she walked. The movements were smooth, not even a single jerky moment even when little bit of dirt from the slight clouds of dust they stirred up when walking slipped inside. Of course there was the grating scraping noise assaulting Nymn's sharp ears, but she could live with that, after all the rest of it was pretty interesting. For a moment, she wondered if the girl could feel if something touched her, she reached out and poked the girls leg on one of the smooth sections that didn't move while she walked. Well, it didn't feel exactly like skin, but it was as smooth as it looked.
GENERAL INFO Stats Spd/Str- 10/4 Energy-900 Class-Gunslinger Weapons -Revolver(2) -Dagger (2) Armor -Normal Clothing Inventory -Bullets (300) -Wash Cloth -Sewing Kit -Clothing Scrub Brush -Scrap Cloth (4) -Coin Purse (7,000) -Map -Box of Mints (30) -Box of Cookies (20) -Gun Care Kit
SKILLS Air
• Air Suction-E • Air Punch/Kick-E • Air Funnel-D • Gliding-D
Tink. Eve stopped in her tracks. *Did...did someone just touch you?* Minerva seemed more perplexed at this than the touched woman in question. She pivoted on her heel with a growing smile on her face, curious as to who was curious enough to touch her. Clearly they had noticed much of her was mechanical. When Eve had been a young girl an explosion consumed much of her body. She had lost her right limbs and left leg, as well as her eye sight. Luckily for her there was people generous enough to help her out. Her eyes visibly zoomed in and out on Nym, taking in all details that she could. "Hey! I'm wondering why you touched me, also Eve." Her words came tumbling out in an excited mess. This was the first person who had shown an interest in her hardware aside from the sneer that most people put on at the sight of her. Eve extended her human hand and grasped Nym's enthusiastically, shaking it up and down rapidly. The girl had a pretty face, blonde hair that seemed to be sculpted just as some of her body was though it actually was real. Her eyes glinted in the sun, occasionally reflecting the light. Eve wore a tight body suit that stopped where her mechanical limbs started. Her right arm, which was the real one, had a full sleeve.
Energy 900 Stats 5/6 Equipment Passives
• Through the Eyes of Many Once the AI assimilates into another machine it can use its host as another sensory input. Because of the shared minds the Legionnaire will be able to receive this information and actively use it. This means they can 'hear' what the machines can hear, 'see' what they see, etc.
• For I hold the Book of Knowledge AI can retain an endless amount of knowledge. Through each assimilation they gain whatever memories the machine they have taken over were ever involved in. Be it events, people, histories, skills, etc.
• The Big Picture Eve sees the entire battlefield at once, everything in front of her that her eyes can possibly perceive until obstructed by something or another. With her increased brain power she is capable of understanding all that information at once.
• Pictures really DO last longer! Eve can capture images/videos with her eyes and replay them for later. She's sure it will come in handy.
• Miscalculated? YEAH OKAAAYYY With just a glance Eve can calculate distances, measure things that can be measured and take in the most minute details.
Technique
Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 11:46 pm
Age:20 || Species: White Nightmare || Culture: Closest is Volana Energy: 900 Nymn was still studying the leg of the machine girl when her hand was wrenched up and shook while the machine girl introduced herself, jerking Nymn to her feet and shifting her around while she was trying to regain her balance. It's not like it was the taller girl's fault or anything for being so, well, strong. Nymn was practically a piece of paper with her miniscule height for her age and light body. "Great gods, it's like shaking hands with a dragon." She muttered in Elvish. When she finally wriggled her hand free of the girls grasp. It took her a second to fix her clothes before she responded to the rush of words in common that the girl spewed out. At least it was barely a coherent sentence so that made it easier on Nymn. Switching to Common, she said; "I poked you because you have an interesting body, also, Nymn." She said, slightly copying the Eve's introduction. Taking in Eve's apparent dress, she looked back up at the girl. While at first she didn't notice, Eve's clothing seemed to stop at her more out their mechanical areas. Bending down again, she once again poked the girls reg Alex leg, and then her hands shot our and hiked up the other leg's pant leg. She didn't see any of the joints that we're on the other leg, and poking that leg, she noticed that it wasn't as hard and smooth and felt like real skin. Fixing the girl's pants she stood back up. Nymn stared ate the girl's practically symmetrical face, and poked it. A symmetrical face was something Nymn definitely didn't have with her silver and gold eyes, but she liked it that way,it made one side of her face look more menacing than the other to some people. At least that's what she hoped. "So, I guess you aren't all machine, so you're like, a… Cyborg?" Nymn said, pausing so she could figure out the right word.
GENERAL INFO Stats Spd/Str- 10/4 Energy-900 Class-Gunslinger Weapons -Revolver(2) -Dagger (2) Armor -Normal Clothing Inventory -Bullets (300) -Wash Cloth -Sewing Kit -Clothing Scrub Brush -Scrap Cloth (4) -Coin Purse (7,000) -Map -Box of Mints (30) -Box of Cookies (20) -Gun Care Kit
SKILLS Air
• Air Suction-E • Air Punch/Kick-E • Air Funnel-D • Gliding-D
The mechanical maiden had been standing stark still as Nym chose to freely run her hands up and down her legs. It was not as if she was getting any sort of physical pleasure for this, more like this chance encounter was a refreshing difference from the way most met her here. Despite being fluent in the elvish tongue Eve completely disregarded what she said. She also disregarded Minerva's protests because a brilliant idea was blooming in her head. Of course the AI in her head would object and she also already knew that the plan was about to be in motion. Eve raised a finger to Nym and shook her head. "I am not like I cyborg, I am a cyborg. Arm, leg, eyes, a few more inner bits and pieces. The rest of me is all human though, organs, skin, bones, fingers, toes and even my lady parts!"
*Eve! Good lord...*
It would be very clear to Nym that Eve did not possess much of a filter. With her brain running twice as fast as any regular being she often got those thoughts out a lot faster than was probably necessary. More than once her word vomit had gotten her in bad situations. Her mechs had been more than enough to get her out of them. "Speaking of," Eve continued her thought in verbal form as she turned around. "Nerva, can you find TK? I think she may have gotten lost or something. I swear she was right behind me..." With a subtle emotional acknowledgement Minerva broadened her spectrum to locate the wanderlust robot. Before Eve could get another word in an alarm went off in her head. Expression changing rapidly from carefree to concerned, she once again grabbed Nym's arm and set off at a sprint in a direction. "I realize this is perhaps too soon to be engaging in such activities with a near stranger, it should balance out you freely touching my body. At least Minerva says so. Long story short a friend needs my help, and I need your help to help that friend!" Once again her words tumbled out of her mouth as if the girl was on fast forward. She was running as fast as she could (albeit, not very fast at all) through the woods. For a moment there was nothing but the urgency in her strides and the whir/click of her leg. Then the two would burst through a bush and appear at a clearing. With about .2 seconds to register what was going Eve 'sprang' in to action. There was a large, blue spider-like machine apparently turned off. Normally that would not be a problem, things ran out of power all the time and more than once Eve had forgotten to fuel TK up before taking her out for a spin. The issue here was that there were a number of slender bodied wood elves, those who chose to live with the beasts rather than any sort of civilization. Their faces were war-painted and they carried crude weapons. Eve assumed they had been here to trade in Kusana for supplies they may need based off of the general shape and size of their packs but that information was irrelevant and Minerva scolded her for being unfocused. She held her hands up to them and stepped in between the machine and elves, who were rapidly arguing with one another in elvish. The words 'mechanical blight' and 'wretched twisting of nature' were thrown around a bit so it would be safe to guess they were not happy with TK-12, and now Eve. "Whoa there fellas, I am more than positive that we can come to an agreement. You three can stick to your trees and mud and we will keep the rust off our hulls. Deal?" The words were in elvish with a sort of commoner twang. Of course it was not going to be a deal. Minerva mentally sighed as the situation escalated, and the elves whipped out spears, a bolo, and two daggers between the three of them. Eve backed in to the apparently defunct machine and looked to Nym for help.
Energy 900 Stats 5/6 Equipment Passives
• Through the Eyes of Many Once the AI assimilates into another machine it can use its host as another sensory input. Because of the shared minds the Legionnaire will be able to receive this information and actively use it. This means they can 'hear' what the machines can hear, 'see' what they see, etc.
• For I hold the Book of Knowledge AI can retain an endless amount of knowledge. Through each assimilation they gain whatever memories the machine they have taken over were ever involved in. Be it events, people, histories, skills, etc.
• The Big Picture Eve sees the entire battlefield at once, everything in front of her that her eyes can possibly perceive until obstructed by something or another. With her increased brain power she is capable of understanding all that information at once.
• Pictures really DO last longer! Eve can capture images/videos with her eyes and replay them for later. She's sure it will come in handy.
• Miscalculated? YEAH OKAAAYYY With just a glance Eve can calculate distances, measure things that can be measured and take in the most minute details.
Technique
Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 6:55 pm
Age:20 || Species: White Nightmare || Culture: Closest is Volana Energy: 900 Nymn stared blankly at the girl who was once again talking to herself. It was like she was on some sort of robot steroids or something. And who was Nerva? She was pretty sure her name was Nymn so it couldn't be her. Raising her hand in an attempt to get the girls attention and ask the question, Nymn was mildly surprised when Eve latched onto her hand and started pulling her along after her while she explained the situation in her machine gun way. Nymn had to register everything one bit at a time while the girl kept talking, by the time the girl dragged Nymn to their destination, leaving small divots in the earth where Nymn's boots scraped, Nymn was just understanding the situation, and wishing she could get out of it. She rubbed the hand the Eve had grabbed onto when she let go to talk to the locals, which by the way were apparently hurting Eve's companion, which was a giant blue robot spider. Looking from the spider, to Eve, to the locals, Nymn's eyebrow rose. Eve didn't expect her to fight did she? Fighting used bullets, and bullets cost money, and even if she didn't use bullets, she didn't want to think about maintenance on her daggers, and what about her time and energy? Would Eve compensate for that? Holding up her hands, Nymn went for the talking it out route. "Can't you just go back to you're tree humping cult, and we can get the big dead metal arachnid out of your way? There really isn't any need for fighting over something this trivial." She said using her classic Nymn charm. She wasn't very subtle, nor very socially versed, she pretty much just said what was on her mind, and what was on her mind, was not having to deal with this. Her ears perked up when she saw one of them incline their head to the other. "I did not see the midget one. She is so small like a pebble." Well that was rude, and did they even hear what she said? "I am not a pebble, nor am I a mid-" She was cut off when she ducked back to avoid the spear flying for her head. When she straightened herself she was greeted with them laughing at her. Pulling out her revolvers she checked to make sure they were loaded before spinning them on her fingers and pointing one at the elf who threw the spear. "Let's see who has the faster shot, you or me." She mumbled. Why did everything always boil down to a fight?
GENERAL INFO Stats Spd/Str- 10/4 Energy-900 Class-Gunslinger Weapons -Revolver(2) -Dagger (2) Armor -Normal Clothing Inventory -Bullets (300) -Wash Cloth -Sewing Kit -Clothing Scrub Brush -Scrap Cloth (4) -Coin Purse (7,000) -Map -Box of Mints (30) -Box of Cookies (20) -Gun Care Kit
SKILLS Air
• Air Suction-E • Air Punch/Kick-E • Air Funnel-D • Gliding-D
Minerva and Eve reacted together as one of the elves threw a rock at her head. She turned her face ever so slightly, still keeping the trio of jerks at least in her peripheral vision. As Nym dipped under a spear a clang would come from Eve using her robotic arm to deflect the projectile. Panic rose in her and clouded her judgment, but the AI within her already had take control of the important limbs. She spun Eve around and had her scramble up the front of TK-12, using its many arms as footholds. "I promise you this is not an every day occurrence with me!" Eve shouted to Nym as she gripped the rim of a hatchway on the robot. A pressure piston clicked on and hissed as it activated and pried open the hatchway. A mournful look was given to the bolts and hinge, but Eve could deal with that later. Just as she ducked in to the hull of her creation an arrow clanged where her head had been. "Talk about splitting hairs." The girl muttered to herself as she slid further in to the bot, finding her way in the darkness like one who knew this space as well as she knew her own body. What had been the issue? TK had been running just fine a moment ago. What the hell had happened.
Natural oil only, remember?
Minerva's little retort was sarcastic, oh so much. Eve thumped the heel of her human hand against her forehead and cursed in a quick string. Of course it was just acting up. Without having to be told the AI extended its field and pushed into the bot. With a few switches flipped and a little bit of energy expended, the TK-12 sputtered to life. The sudden roar of an engine startled the elves, causing them to strike out with fervor. One of them threw its bolo at Nym in an attempt to restrain her, giving the spearmen and archer time to strike out at her.
Energy 900 Stats 5/6 Equipment Passives
• Through the Eyes of Many Once the AI assimilates into another machine it can use its host as another sensory input. Because of the shared minds the Legionnaire will be able to receive this information and actively use it. This means they can 'hear' what the machines can hear, 'see' what they see, etc.
• For I hold the Book of Knowledge AI can retain an endless amount of knowledge. Through each assimilation they gain whatever memories the machine they have taken over were ever involved in. Be it events, people, histories, skills, etc.
• The Big Picture Eve sees the entire battlefield at once, everything in front of her that her eyes can possibly perceive until obstructed by something or another. With her increased brain power she is capable of understanding all that information at once.
• Pictures really DO last longer! Eve can capture images/videos with her eyes and replay them for later. She's sure it will come in handy.
• Miscalculated? YEAH OKAAAYYY With just a glance Eve can calculate distances, measure things that can be measured and take in the most minute details.
Technique
Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2015 10:35 pm
FangleJangles
Age:20 || Species: White Nightmare || Culture: Closest is Volana Energy: 900 Firing a bullet into the string of the bola, slicing it and sending the heavy ends flailing away from her, Nymn fired another shot at the spear one of them was readying to throw at her. Her bullet cracked off the top of the spear, sending the bladed end flying up into the air with a loud snap. Flinching at the loud noise assualting her ears, she started, just like the rest of the elves as the arachmobile started to move. Pulling out of the slight awe and confusion first, she shot one of the elves in the leg, crippling him, and causing him to shout out, further diverting their attention. Skittering across the field, Nymn hopped up on the leg of the bot and climbed to the top of it, lying flat on her stomach. She tapped on the top of the machine where she was sure she saw Eve disappear earlier; "Since you have a perfectly good escaping device, I think we should take the run away route."
GENERAL INFO Stats Spd/Str- 10/4 Energy-900 Class-Gunslinger Weapons -Revolver(2) R=3 L=6 -Dagger (2) Armor -Normal Clothing Inventory -Bullets (297) -Wash Cloth -Sewing Kit -Clothing Scrub Brush -Scrap Cloth (4) -Coin Purse (7,000) -Map -Box of Mints (30) -Box of Cookies (20) -Gun Care Kit
SKILLS Air
• Air Suction-E • Air Punch/Kick-E • Air Funnel-D • Gliding-D
Amid all the chaos, no one really noticed that the empress had fallen from the sky, in her mer/centaur like form, looking around at all the fighting. She wore only a seashell bra and a skirt made of large leaves woven with strong grass. Shar was... not present, given and order to fly off; doing a favor for the queen who looked around at all the chaos with a furrowed brow. Kal sighed as the swarm offered to simply eat everyone. She craned her neck at the elves, the white nightmare, the... cyborg. She furrowed her brow and caught a spear that was going to fly past her in a lazily raised hand, looking down at it, seeing the wrappings around it. She snapped it in half in one hand and opened her mouth. An unbelievably loud, scary shriek rose from the depths of her throat, sounding as if a swarm of cicadas and grasshoppers decided on a chorus of utter chaos. A few seconds after it started, she allowed it to slowly quell and popped her jaw in place. She turned to the elves and seemed to snap at them in elven. They retorted vehemently but Kal stood her ground viciously, dismissing them each one by one, seemingly by name. With a triumphant and somewhat smug look she looked to a small creature that burrowed up from the ground, a large beetle. Kal looked at it with her golden eyes like fire, speaking in her anthosii accent. I told you, they're scared of facing me. They were before when I was alone. With all of you they don't stand a chance. Imagine the look on their faces, she mused as the swarmling squealed and burrowed away again. Kal turned as she stood, looking at Minerva and Nymn. Apologies, tadpoles. They get pretty crazy when they see technology... she held out a fair skinned hand to them, to either one first and then the other. I am Empress Ma... Empress Kal, the Queen of Blades. Again excuse the... elves. I may have reached out to most of the races and united them but some resist. Such as the tide calls I suppose. I'm not familiar with you. What do they call you? she asked as the swarm internally took notes on them, on the Queen's method of dealing with those not of the swarm. She was not hostile, the swarm would have to acclimate to her seeming acceptance of all things under her as part of her "family." This made them swarmlings as well? Just... independent. Confusion reigned in her mind. Without shwoing anything outwardly Kal dove deep into her mind and found herself in a bee hive, basilisks and mutalisks flying in a literal swarm a thousand strong. Roaches and Ultralisks, all the swarm was alive making statements and asking questions. Lightning bolts trailed among them randomnly as the tens of billions of creatures cackled. The queen frowned and cleared her throat. Everyone stopped, closing their mouths and landing among or on each other. You misunderstand my babies. They are my children as well. But they are... adopted. They are not like you. They carry a different favor. I must protect them, as I did before. And you will as well. Soon... soon we will set about taking back Pronta and my children and you will join together when we rebuild. she said. As she explained on the outside, the "receiver" as West had called himself awaited the pair's reaction.
Whatever Minerva had been on the verge of transmitting was cut short by the loudest sound Eve had ever heard. She had been about to agree with Nym and hit the controls to shoot them out of there when something started trying to scream everyone to death. Clapping her hands over her ears, Eve silently thanked herself for having been too lazy to implant the hearing augmentation she had been considering. When it stopped she gave a curious look at her new friend and then popped her head out of TK, examining the queen reprimanding some elves. A sly grin spread across her face and Eve sank back in to the safety of her spoder. "If I can get the queen to believe they started it maaaaybe I can get her to help pay for some of the 'damages' caused to TK!" It would have been a brilliant idea. But...
You said that out loud, Eve.
The grin was wiped clean off of her face. Slowly, blonde curls popped out of the holding tank, followed by bright blue eyes. Once again they seemed to move all over Maria and zoom in and out probably five times to get a detailed image of her. It was not everyday someone got to see the queen, especially after her transformation. Eve propelled herself forth and slid down the side of her creation until her feet hit against the floor. Right away she grasped Maria's hand with her own human one and shook it fervently, her earlier transgression already forgotten. "What the heck are you doing out here? I am Eve and that is Nym and this blue thing is...irrelevant. Anyway, I don't mean to say you can't be out here because that would imply I, instead of you, make the rules. Which I don't. Certainly not." Eve could be likened to a hummingbird with how fast she seemed to move. So much came in to be processed that so much needed to go out for room to be made. To the apology Eve waved it off. "I get it a lot, never so violently but it happens. It takes time for people to adjust to new ideas, especially since you basically tossed away like centuries of traditions they held sacred and-" A mental ping from Minerva and Eve stopped talking, instead lapsed in to a sheepish smile. Maybe it was time to just shut up.
Energy 900 Stats 5/6 Equipment Passives
• Through the Eyes of Many Once the AI assimilates into another machine it can use its host as another sensory input. Because of the shared minds the Legionnaire will be able to receive this information and actively use it. This means they can 'hear' what the machines can hear, 'see' what they see, etc.
• For I hold the Book of Knowledge AI can retain an endless amount of knowledge. Through each assimilation they gain whatever memories the machine they have taken over were ever involved in. Be it events, people, histories, skills, etc.
• The Big Picture Eve sees the entire battlefield at once, everything in front of her that her eyes can possibly perceive until obstructed by something or another. With her increased brain power she is capable of understanding all that information at once.
• Pictures really DO last longer! Eve can capture images/videos with her eyes and replay them for later. She's sure it will come in handy.
• Miscalculated? YEAH OKAAAYYY With just a glance Eve can calculate distances, measure things that can be measured and take in the most minute details.
Technique
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 2:50 pm
Age:20 || Species: White Nightmare || Culture: Closest is Volana Energy: 900 Nymn curled up like a pill bug at the shock of the sonic scream that assaulted her ears, she rolled and dropped off the top of the spider thing, landing on her stomach on the leg of the blue machine. Her ears were ringing and her eyes rolled slightly in her head. If there was any time that she wished her ears weren't so sensitive, it was now. She figured that she should learn from this lesson. No more poking machine people or cyborgs or whatever. Slipping off the leg of the spider she fell on her back, knocking the air out of her chest. Struggling to her feet as the ringing cleared, she was able to just barely hear newcomer introduce herself. Empress? She never met royalty before, but she also was never called a tadpole before. Everything was just getting better and better every minute. She was glad Eve was around to be all peppy and welcoming while she got over her headache. At least the fighting stopped, maybe she could get the empress to reimburse her on her wasted bullets, technically it wasn't her fault she was in thefight, they threw the spear first.
GENERAL INFO Stats Spd/Str- 10/4 Energy-900 Class-Gunslinger Weapons -Revolver(2) R=3 L=6 -Dagger (2) Armor -Normal Clothing Inventory -Bullets (297) -Wash Cloth -Sewing Kit -Clothing Scrub Brush -Scrap Cloth (4) -Coin Purse (7,000) -Map -Box of Mints (30) -Box of Cookies (20) -Gun Care Kit
SKILLS Air
• Air Suction-E • Air Punch/Kick-E • Air Funnel-D • Gliding-D
Kal simply grinned with raised eyebrows as the girl made mention of setting up the treefolk to seem as though they started all the fighting. She crossed an arm and narrowed her eyes, still smiling but faking disappointment. And that was when the volley of words came flying at her so fast that she had to take a few seconds to let it all settle in her mind. The girl was spunky, that much was certain... and she also talked a lot. Like a WHOLE lot. With a throat clearing grunt she spoke, in response to the statement she was about to say. Just to set the record straight. "Actually, my contact with the [insert elven word for whatever the ******** they call themselves here] has been and always will be limited. They come only to sell meager things and we give supplies. Other than that they're pretty barbaric and intolerant. I only allow them life because they don't raid. The only traditions Maria Kal tossed away were ones that made living cohesively hard. Kenai is quite a better place without bigotry and racism. Rough tolerance, I believe, is the term scholars use to describe it. Now it is more like 'rigid acceptance.'" As she finished speaking she patted the girl on her head. "It is nice to meet you Nym and Eve... and irrelevant blue thing?" she trailed as if slightly confused. "I do not remember seeing either of you in Kusana before... where are you from?" she asked curiously, adjusting her long hair so it fell down her back and over her shoulders down her breast. instead of being unruly from her hundred foot fall from before.
