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 Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 10:03 pm
 Jack Ridgevale
Rank: Trainee
Energy:350/350
Strength/Speed: 6/5
Active Machines: RoacherAs he took a seat on the bench along with the captain, Jack's strange mimicry of eyes seemed to open a bit wider than normal, and he seemed to shoot up slightly when he listened to Red's words. I believe certain abilities may be beneficial for my creation, but I will probably save it for after I have reached my next rank. However, if what I heard was correct, I could you some of your help learning how to properly build add-ons, and a corrosive skill would be extremely beneficial against armored targets. Only after I have completed those two tasks will I feel I am ready for a mission." He looked at Red again, and it seemed as if there was a spark of emotion in his emerald orbs. "So, when should we get started?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 11:22 pm
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Red only watched him as he moved from the bench to an excited stance. She was sure the wheels were turning in his head, the mind reeling with new ideas. All the while, the redhead smiled. "We can get started now. Just go gather whatever tools and such you need, I will wait here for you." Her main focus was training him, he was behind everyone else but his skills were just pointing a gun and shooting s**t. He had to sit down and map out, then make the items. She knew it was no easy feat.
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 10:18 pm
Jack Ridgevale
Rank: Trainee
Energy:350/350
Strength/Speed: 6/5
Active Machines: RoacherJack soon went back to his workbench and gathered up his supplies, making sure that his Roacher hadn't caused too much damage while he was away. He decided to add a slight tweak to his machine at this point, making it so that it only "cleaned" when he specified a target. Coming back with a bag full of tools and machinery, he set it down in a spot somewhat close to the bench. "I have brought the materials which I use in my trade. Simply give the word, and I shall begin."
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 12:48 am
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Scarlet tresses rustled as she nodded when he came back with his equipment and gadgets. She picked up some of the pieces, aligning them in small groups. "Which one do you want to start with?" Red smiled, gazing not at him, but the tools and plans. It seemed like only yesterday but that was a lifetime ago. She thought of Kirin, of Aramil, but then turned it all away because that simply was not who she was anymore. Dani died, Red remained. In idle thought she looked to the being before her, studying determination mixed in a tranquil fixation. He still had so far to go, not just with training but becoming stronger, where he wasn't a meal ticket for some power hungry predator. Jack would get there though, as would Jace, if he didn't volunteer himself ever again. It would just take the Mechanist a bit longer and a different strategy.
"Maybe the scopes?" Hers had been added on to her helmet.
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Posted: Fri Nov 08, 2013 11:57 pm
Jack Ridgevale
Rank: Trainee
Energy:350/350
Strength/Speed: 6/5
Active Machines: RoacherAs he was asked the question, Jack set aside some spare scopes and tapped one of his eyes. "I already got that over with beforehand, and I took the liberty of replacing their organic counterpart in order to improve my overall performance. Aside from that, the only thing I know about being a mechanist is magnetic manipulation, so I still have quite a bit of work to do." He looked through his remaining resources, thankful that Red had helped to establish some sort of organization to his mess, and dissected one of his prototypes, aligning the pieces to the proper groups. "So, what do you recommend I should get started on next?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 7:38 pm
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"Huh." Red smiled. "I always thought the arms would be great...but not without a good reason." And be something I was not. Funny. She leaned back against the stone wall, never feeling the numbing cold that pressed against her cadaverous form. Crimson spheres watched the brightly lit establishment, they were the only ones outside enduring arctic bitterness. "There is the projector, HUD, hidden blades, the metal shield, you can get the water and gas cans at the armory, as with the ammunition holders..." The feral rambling off idly before turning her attention to him and his tinkering. "Then you have the grenades." His breath lethargically ebbed into the freezing air, disappearing into the unknown far above them and entering into a void of stars.
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 12:42 am
Jack Ridgevale
Rank: Trainee
Energy:350/350
Strength/Speed: 6/5
Active Machines: Roacher"I think I should invest in the HUD first, seeing as I already have the scope. A metal shield could be useful, depending on what I can get my hands on, and the ammunition holders will be useful no matter what. The liquid containers may also end up being useful in the future." He seemed to go into a kind of frenzied state at this point, rapidly piecing together multiple parts into strange combinations and dismantling them just as quickly. The cold didn't affect him either, as his ideas seemed to manifest themselves in his odd creations. What would have taken him hours to understand before seemed to take him seconds to learn. When he finally realized what he had just done, he took a few steps back, a bit embarrassed. "Uh..... So was that okay?" [1/1] [Learned: Add-On Creation]
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 3:16 pm
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Vermillion crescents lulled over to the tinkering and dismantling, she showed no surprise or disappointment, tranquility masking the porcelain features perfectly. "All of it is useful. You want to know as much as you can because you never know what dickhead will try to knock you down." She warned him, the tone low and cautious. "Believe me, there will be one. There always is." Red looked down at her hands as they picked up a small wrench and held it. "I need you to push yourself harder, be faster." There was no changing the past, there was no starting again. The only thing she could do was remember everything. "Go to the armory, pick up the few supplies and there you can build the metal shield. Then come back and you can make the HUD. It is pretty simple and won't take you any time at all. I will wait right here for you..." The feral looked up to meet his gaze, a smirk turning up the corners of pallid lips. "So don't be long."
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 5:58 pm
Jack Ridgevale
Rank: Trainee
Energy:350/350
Strength/Speed: 6/5
Active Machines: RoacherJack listened to everything his teacher said, and nodded at the final few instructions. "Of course, Captain." Speaking these words, he ran off towards the armory, Roacher skittering close behind. (exit)
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 8:41 pm
(OOC: Waaaaaay overdue post. stare Begone, Sloth! I am not your host!)
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__________ Str/Spd: 4/8 (7/7 in carapace form)xxxEnergy: 1050/1050
__________ It must be in our minds...
Zethus couldn't figure out why this technique was taking so long to grasp fully. After all, what could be hard to learn about running fast?
The longer and harder he practiced, the more and more angry he got at how long this was taking him. Zethus was losing his patience.
He tossed around in his head the idea of going to talk to that (somewhat attractive, in his opinion) Feral girl when he was done.
The one who, to all appearances, was now the boss, which meant she was now his boss. Red. That was her name.
Maybe she had something for him to do. Zethus hoped so. He was getting tired of training skills he had yet to use.
Either way, he still had to finish up this skill before he went to see her, so he put the thought aside for a while and continued his training.
[Learning Dash 4/5]
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 7:00 pm
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Nodding as the man turned and left quickly, his machine close behind and trailing in his wake. Red was still leaning against the cold, stone wall, crimson locks cascading down over her chest and hung in waves. There was nothing really for her to do at this moment than wait, for him or someone else, this was captain's job. She would look skyward, taking the celestial abyss in a mute expression, only the vermillion oval seemed to be alive. No breath idly swam in the air, no rise or fall of her torso, she could almost be a doll even with how pale her flesh maintained.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 8:51 pm
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__________ Str/Spd: 4/8 (7/7 in carapace form)xxxEnergy: 1050/1050
__________ It must be in our minds...
Zethus felt like he could finally call this skill mastered. The only way to make sure was to test it out with a little wetwork.
He strapped his sheaths and holster back on, stuck his hands in his pockets, and plodded over to where Red was leaning against the wall. He looked over at her and started off with a simple "Hello." He just stood there for a moment, studying the Captain of Nocturne's guard. Then he realized that staring was weird (and rude), and he'd better continue. "I am Zethus. I was hoping you had some work for me."
[Learned Dash (5/5)]
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 9:10 pm
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Vermillion spheres took in the wandering soul, eventually he made his way over to her and stood awkwardly before her. As much as he stared at her, Red did the same at him. Only he was the first to break bread and open up with a casual greeting, all the while, she knew who he was.
"I know." He was on the mountain with her, perhaps he forgot and needed reminding. "You just stood there." Red smiled mischievously.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 9:23 pm
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__________ Str/Spd: 4/8 (7/7 in carapace form)xxxEnergy: 1050/1050
__________ It must be in our minds...
Face coloring a bit, Zethus replied. "Yes.... It didn't seem right to interrupt. And also," he jabbed back, "I am fond of my hands where they are. But my question stands. I am hoping to get out there and do something." He wondered just what she might have him do. if she had him do anything at all, that is. There was always the chance she would tell him to get his a** back to training.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 9:35 pm
xxxxxxxxxx┫Ａｌｉｓｔａｉｒ Ｍａｒｉｃ┣
"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of Nocturne Respect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
Alistair couldn't help but occasionally glance at his captain's direction. His choice to make her the new Captain was perhaps one of the better decisions he'd made since becoming king. Her rapid growth in strength was amusing, he'd never seen anything like it since... well, himself. He saw no reason to interrupt her teaching, as he disliked it when he was interrupted as well. If Red chose to glance around, perhaps she'd see that Alistair was glancing in her direction every now and then. It was a peculiar situation he found himself in. Never in a million years would he have thought that he'd be this intrigued by anyone. Red had come a long way since that human who had walked through these very same doors, notifying him that his hybrid scent was appealing.
A really long way.
Like him, her course of destiny was changed by death. Though they died under different circumstances, they both died too weak to protect themselves. Now Alistair was the king of the very nation he died in so long ago and Red was now the Captain. A good one, at that. It was rare for him to even consider praising anyone, yet he found himself praising this person more than he had praised anyone since he had taken the mantle as captain and eventually king.
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"The strong survive."
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