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 Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 2:52 pm
Raya's smile turned into a grin, "Oh? What look?" She pointed to her face, "Oh! You mean this look?" She laughed, "Anyways, we just started a simulation. You can join us, if you want. It's a fairly simple task."
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 3:26 pm
Out of thin air, a water bottle was pulled out by the girl Kinosei had noticed earlier. He smiled wanly and thanked her before reaching for it. After a bit of difficultly opening the bottle, he took gracious gulps of water. He wasn't exactly hydrated as he should be, usually ignoring his own body while flying.
"Mm...." He groaned for a bit and took some time before answering. "My co-pilot was the radio. But the name's Kinosei." Offering a hand, he continued to answer the questions out of order. "And the flight was..." The exact number of hours evaded him, so he made one up. "I think twenty hours?" By now, he couldn't care. As far as Kinosei knew, he had to continue working now that the mecha was in the garage. Not many mechanics specialized in the large robots, and after his initial scan, he hadn't noticed any of the others in the hanger. In other words, no sleep yet.
"Never seen you around, though. You're a new mecha driver?" Not many other students would be in the hanger... Well, not many people would be in the hanger anyways.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 4:12 pm
Angel sighed in relief and stood back, admiring her work. She wiped a hand across her sweaty forehead, leaving a greasing mark. Finally, the car was fixed and back in shape - including the bothersome dent that Victoria girl left. Angel reached across her waist for the also greasy rag handing by her hip. A signature accessory for pretty much every Mechanic, Angel was almost never seen without it, and she gratefully wiped her oily hands and wrench. Now, remembering the guy that was waiting for a custom bike order, she strode over there. She saw him bent over the counter, filling out the many questions in the form.
"Alright, she said, taking her place opposite of him. "You just about finished with that, or do you need a bit more time?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:03 pm
Victoria cocked an eyebrow. "I've trained for years using VR. I know how to use one. What's in the motherboard, anyhoo?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:10 pm
Raya shrugged, "I threw it on random. Now that I had to terminate it to accompany you, it could change to anything.."
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 10:06 pm
Devin  Devin thought for a moment. "Hm... Ah." he erased part of the design and redrew it. "Okay, so I just want your quietest engine, since I'm not too much a bike person. I need the bike to be able to blend in, as well. Although... I wouldn't mind it being a bit... Exotic. Also, on the left side, right here, next to the windshield, which I hope is bulletproof, I'd like a mount for a sniper rifle. My L9, to be exact. Also on the right side I'd like a holster for throwing daggers and a pistol. Probably a Desert or maybe even a G23. And I need it to be able to handle drifts and jumps perfectly. That be easy?" he outlined his entire bike with the forms and smiled his charming smile. As an afterthought, "Also, I wouldn't mind it being able to do tricks. Just for the fun of it."
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 10:17 pm
t h e C a r d M a s t e r
Alright she could admit to the fact that she enjoyed flaunting her knowledge Az only hoped she didn't offend the boy. Because she knew how taxed the Co Ops pilots were after a mission the soldier stayed close to Kenosei. "You know, most of the others sleep when they get back but you've yet to hint your own departure. Before making yourself sick ask another mechanic if they have time. I can clean the blood away atleast..." At that point Azrael was mumbling to herself suddenly feeling excited about having a chance of working on a Mecha even if it's just cosmetic attention. Her earbuds were long abandoned, now they rested on her chest while the two spoke.
{ooc; nice outfit btw Card- green is totally your color. wink }
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 10:36 pm
Kinosei couldn't help but shrug at the thought of dying. "It's my job. I'm used to it. Another case of insomnia won't kill me." His schedule was quite unhealthy as there would be long stretches without sleep and then long stretches of staying at base, simply comfortably working on mechas. Though, he was the sort to simply let things pass over him. Flying in peaceful areas and fixing basic problems were simple enough that he hardly had to think anymore for them.
Taking a quick sip, he capped the bottle and set it on the nearby table. "There just really isn't anyone else to help out at the moment." He took off his uniform's coat and placed it beside his water, not wanting to dirty it with anything, especially the blood. "Cleaning up would be a great idea. There should be some rags and a bucket around. I'm just going to take a quick overview before slipping in the pilot seat... I really hope there isn't any blood." Even Kinosei was getting lost in himself, as he hardly noticed the regressing attention from Azrael, and simply walked in a slow and painful pace towards the now laid mecha.
[[Why, thank you. ;D]]
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 10:54 pm
Angel listened and stared at Devin's crude drawings intently. She'd been right; designs like these are pretty rare. And again, nothing she couldn't handle. Angel smiled drily at the young man. "Is that easy? That question's totally unneccessary, but yes, it is easy. For me, that is. Getting the bike to work as a complete weaponry, as you've basically set it as, will be a bit complicated, so it'll take more time than the average to complete it. And..." She tapped the paper with the tip of her finger. Maybe she shouldn't have done that, since it left an oil smudge. "You say you want the bike to blend in... but make it exotic?" Angel grinned. "You're basically asking me to paint it stereotypical camouflage style, then turning the shades of green to shades of heliotrope."
Angel pushed off the counter, took the paper, and waved it in the air. "Got it."
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 9:42 am
Devin "Sorry, but one last thing. Could you make it light enough for me to carry? Sorry, I know all of this is unusual, but hey. We're in Antarctica. That itself should be unusual." he winked and bowed before walking out of the room. "Thanks!" he called out from outside, not sure if she heard or not. "Well... Managed to fix a chore. Now I think I should go to class. I still need to learn how to hide an L9 of all guns in a mission. Damnit." He muttered to himself as he walked towards the Stealth Ops training building.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 9:50 am
"Hmmm..." Victoria said thoughtfully. "Does it have a memory drive?"
((Memory drive = a drive in which you can upload your own memories. The more vivid the memory, the more details it has. Victoria has a photographic memory and many, many scenarios to choose from.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 12:59 pm
t h e C a r d M a s t e r
Now that she was up on the mecha she saw that there were little chunks of human still stuck on the outside and in the cockpit. "Cool and gross at the same time. Is everything that needs to be done have to do with the tech or is there work to be done on the outside as well?" Granted she probably could have answered the question herself, Az was already scraping the flesh off before even thinking of washing blood off.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 4:10 pm
Angel raised an eyebrow at his last request. Light enough for him to carry? With that many little perks installed into it? That was difficult, it not impossible. Angel could try, but she was pretty sure she should just ignore the request. You'd have to be in Dreamland to want that bike light enough to carry. She scanned his filled form one last time. His name was Devin, another kid from the Stealth Ops group. Angel rolled her eyes as she pinned the paper to her clipboard. There was just no end to these gothic spy kids.
Next, she went over the Billy and Jess, who were still running around, fixing the entire row of cars. Part of the cars were trashed to train them, while the others were actually owned by either a staff member, army member, or student in the Academy. Angel fixed her long silky hair into a high ponytail and appeared by Billy's side, who was currently staring at an engine intently. "Stumped?"
Billy jumped, startled. "No, sir, I mean, ma'am... jus' figurin' it right about now, ah believe. Yep, got it right here! No worries, sir, er... ma'am!"
Angel rolled her eyes. "How many times must I tell you? I am not a guy! Anyhow, I'll just get started on that hunk of a car over there."
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 4:14 pm
Raya shrugged, "I haven't a clue." She walked over to the terminal, studying it. She nodded, "Yup, sure does." She looked at the girl curiously, "Have some interesting memories you want to share?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 6:21 pm
Multiple memories flashed through Victoria's mind. "I'd like to see what you would do against my father," she grinned. It was the first time she'd earnestly smiled in three years.
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